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-Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, November 5, 1895, by Various

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-Title: Harper's Round Table, November 5, 1895

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-[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]

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-Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.

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-PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1895. FIVE CENTS A

-COPY.

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-VOL. XVII.--NO. 836. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.

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-FOR KING OR COUNTRY.

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-A Story of the Revolution.

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-BY JAMES BARNES.

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-CHAPTER I.

-

-AT STANHAM MILLS.

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-

-It was the first day of June. The air was balmy with sweet odors, the

-sky was clear and blue, and everything that could sing or make a noise

-was endeavoring to rejoice. And this was his Britannic Majesty's colony

-of New Jersey in the year of grace 1772.

-

-Out of a little valley that separated two lines of thickly wooded hills,

-whose sides still gleamed with the fast departing blossoms, ran a

-leaping brook. It swirled about the smooth brown stones at the head of a

-waterfall, and rushed down into the deep clear pools at the bottom. Then

-it did the same thing over and over again, until it slid into the meadow

-and beneath a great rough bridge, where it spread out into a goodly

-sized pond, on whose farther shore rose the timbers of a well-built dam.

-A water-gate and a sluiceway were at one end, and above the trees, a

-short distance off to the left, across the meadow, in which some sheep

-were feeding, rose a big stone chimney. Out of this chimney the smoke

-was pouring and drifting slowly upwards in the still, sunny air.

-

-Now and then a grinding, rumbling noise echoed through the hills to the

-southward, which, sad to relate, unlike those to the north, were swept

-almost bare of trees, and were dotted with the huts of charcoal-burners.

-But the underbrush was doing its best to cover these bare spots with

-young green leaves, and the charcoal ovens were still and cold.

-

-Up the brook, just at the verge of the meadow, was the last one of the

-deep clear pools, and mingling with the waterfall was the sound of

-children's voices. They seemed to be talking all at once, for they could

-be heard plainly from the old gray bridge. The bank of the last pool

-shelved gently on one side, and on the other ran down into a little

-cliff, at the bottom of which the brook scarcely moved, so deep was the

-water above the pebbly bottom.

-

-Half-way up the shelving right-hand bank sat a little girl of eleven.

-She was making long garlands of oak leaves, pinning them carefully

-together with the stems. Her dress was white and trimmed with tattered

-lace. She looked as though she had run away from some birthday party,

-for no mother (or aunt, for that matter) would allow any little girl to

-go out into the woods in such thin slippers. One of her stockings had

-fallen down, and was tucked in the ribbons that crossed her ankles, and

-held the small slippers from coming off entirely. She had no hat on her

-curly head, and her bare arms were sunburned and brown.

-

-Seated at her feet was a boy of thirteen years or there-abouts. He was

-hugging his knees and digging his heels at the same time into the soft

-earth. He also looked as if he had escaped from a party, like the little

-girl, for his short breeches were of sky-blue silk, with great

-knee-buckles, and his hair was done up like a little wig and tied with a

-big black ribbon. There was a rip in the sleeve of his blue velvet coat,

-and the lace about his neck had become twisted and was hanging over one

-shoulder.

-

-"I wonder what Uncle Daniel will look like? I trust he will bring us

-something fine from England," said the boy. "I'd like to go back there

-with him, if he'd take us all."

-

-"Yes, if he'd take us all, and we might get in to the army--eh?" came a

-voice from the top of the steep bank opposite.

-

-It was quite startling, the reply was exactly like an echo; but that was

-not the strangest part. Flat on the ground lay another boy of thirteen.

-If the first had been copied by a maker of wax-works, line for line and

-color for color, the two could not have been more alike. In fact, the

-only difference was that the second had on pink silk breeches, which

-were very much muddied at the knees. He held in his extended hand a

-roughly trimmed fishing-pole.

-

-"I feel another nibble," said the boy who had last spoken, leaning

-further over the water.

-

-"Yes, there, there!" exclaimed the other on the lower bank. "Now we've

-got him!"

-

-There was a swish, and a trout came plashing and twisting into the

-sunlight. He had not been very firmly hooked, however, for, after a

-short flight through the air, he tumbled almost into the lap of the

-little girl.

-

-She gave a laugh, and, dropping her garland, managed to secure the

-gasping little fish, together with a handful of grass and leaves.

-

-"Do put him back, William," she said, leaning forward. "He's much too

-small. I pray you put him back."

-

-The boy took the trout, and, crawling to the water's edge, set him free,

-and laughed as he darted off and hid, wriggling himself under a sunken

-log.

-

-At this minute the bushes were parted just behind where the two had been

-seated, and a strange figure came into sight.

-

-It was an old colored man. He had on a three-cornered hat, much too

-large for his woolly head, and under his arm he carried a bundle of

-freshly cut switches. He wore also an old flowered waistcoat that

-reached almost to his knees, and hung loosely about his thin figure. The

-waistcoat was still quite gaudy, and showed patches here and there of

-worn gold lace.

-

-"Mars Willem, I's jes done de bes' I could," said the old darky, with a

-bow.

-

-The boy looked over the bundle of rods and picked out two of them.

-

-"Cato," he said in an authoritative manner that showed no ill-humor,

-"you are a lazy rascal, sir; go back and get me one just as long as this

-and just as thin as this one, and straight, too, mark ye."

-

-The old man bowed again, turned around to hide a grin, and went back

-into the deep shadows of the trees. When he had gone a little way he

-stopped.

-

-"Said dat jes like his father, Mars David, would hev spoke. 'Cato,

-you're a lazy rascal, sir.'" Here the old darky laughed. "I jes wondered

-if he'd take one of dem crooked ones; I jes did so. Dem boys is

-Frothin'hams plum fro'--hyar me talkin'."

-

-He drew out of his pocket a huge clasp-knife, and, looking carefully to

-right and left, went deeper into the wood.

-

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-

-But before going on further with the story, or taking up the immediate

-history of the twin Frothinghams, it is best, perhaps, to go back and

-tell a little about their family connections, and explain also something

-about Stanham Mills, where our story opens on this bright June day.

-

-During the reign of George II. some members of the London Company and a

-certain wealthy Lord Stanham had purchased a large tract of land in New

-Jersey, just south of the New York boundary-line. It was supposed that a

-fortune lay hidden there in the unworked iron-mines.

-

-Looking about for an agent or some persons to represent their interests,

-and to take charge of the property, the company's choice had fallen upon

-two members of an influential family in England that had colonial

-connections--David and Nathaniel Frothingham.

-

-There were three Frothingham brothers in the firm of that name, a firm

-that had long been interested in many financial ventures in the

-Colonies, and the two younger partners had had some experience in mining

-and the handling of large bodies of men.

-

-Upon receiving their appointment to the position of Company managers,

-Nathaniel and David had left for America, leaving Daniel, the eldest, to

-look after their family interests at the counting-house in London.

-

-This was some fourteen or fifteen years before our story opened.

-

-Both of the younger brothers were married, and brought their wives with

-them to share their fortunes in the far-off country. Immediately upon

-their arrival they had opened the large Manor-house, that had been

-erected for them in a manner regardless of expense upon the Stanham

-property, even before a shaft had been sunk in the surrounding hills.

-

-Unfortunately the two ladies of the Manor did not agree at all, and

-David and his wife lived in one wing and Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel in the

-other.

-

-When the twins came upon the scene, which happened not long after the

-arrival in America, there had been great rejoicing; and Mrs. Nathaniel

-Frothingham's heart had softened somewhat toward her husband's brother's

-wife. She had no children of her own; and she unbent a little from the

-position of proud superiority she had assumed, for the aristocratic

-Clarissa was the grand-niece of an English earl, and had held her heart

-high accordingly. Mrs. David, the young mother, was but the daughter of

-a Liverpool merchant. The Frothinghams spent the money that came to them

-from England with a lavish but an honest hand. However, up to the time

-this story begins there had been no large returns to encourage future

-expenditures.

-

-Bounding Stanham Mills to the east and south lay another estate, owned

-by four or five wealthy dwellers in the Colonies; it was known as the

-Hewes property. Here also had been opened mines, and a foundry even

-larger than the Frothingham's was in process of completion.

-

-The eastern boundary-line, as first surveyed by the King's surveyors,

-ran close to the entrance of the shaft on Tumble Ridge, the big hill to

-the north; so close indeed in some places that the sound of the picks of

-the Hewes men could be often heard at work, for the entrance to the

-rival shaft was just out of sight across the hill crest, and the

-underground works were nearing every day.

-

-It was claimed by the Hewes people that the Frothinghams had already

-crossed the boundary-line. Disputes had arisen time and again, and a

-feeling of intense dislike had grown up between the neighbors.

-

-One eventful morning, when the twins were but two years old and their

-sister Grace a baby, their father had gone down with some workmen in the

-rough bucket to the bottom of the largest mine, when a mass of heavy

-stone near the top became detached and fell, carrying death and sorrow

-into the family at the big white house. Mrs. David had not long

-survived her husband, and so the twins and their little sister were

-suddenly left orphans.

-

-The children were too young to remember much of their father or their

-mother, and under the care of their Aunt Clarissa and Uncle Nathan they

-had been allowed to grow up like young wild flowers--much as they

-pleased.

-

-There were no children near them with whom they were allowed to

-associate, for the coldness that had existed between the Hewes family

-and the Frothinghams had, on the latter's part, grown to the verge of

-hatred, and the two mansions were seven miles apart.

-

-Insensibly the boys had imbibed some of the mannerisms of their stern,

-hot-tempered uncle, and had been influenced by the airs and affectations

-of the proud and haughty Mrs. Frothingham. But their devotion and love

-for one another it was almost pathetic to have seen.

-

-If William, who was the elder, thought anything, George seemed to

-appreciate it without an expression from his brother, and both fairly

-worshipped their little sister Grace. She accompanied them in all but

-their longer rambles, and was their comrade in many of their adventures

-and misfortunes.

-

-Since they were babies they had been placed more or less under the care

-and tutelage of the old colored man, Cato Sloper, and his wife, Polly

-Ann. The children loved their aunt and uncle in a certain indefinite

-way, but their real affections went out toward their foster-mother and

-their faithful black adherent.

-

-With this short excursion into the history of the Frothinghams, we come

-back again to the banks of the clear deep pool.

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-After Cato, the old colored man, had departed, the boy in the blue

-breeches called across to the other, who had baited his hook afresh:

-"George," he said, "we ought not to have taken Gracie with us this

-morning. Aunt Clarissa will be angrier than an old wet hen."

-

-"Won't she? Just fancy!" said the young lady in white, quite demurely.

-Then she laughed, quite in tune with the waterfall.

-

-"I dare say Uncle Nathan will give one of us a good licking," said the

-boy on the high bank. "And it's my turn, too," he added, dolefully.

-

-"No, 'tisn't," replied the other. "You took mine last time."

-

-"Truly, you're right," returned the boy in pink. "What was it for? I

-have forgotten."

-

-"He found we had some of the blasting powder," said William. "We'll need

-some more soon, I'm thinking," he added.

-

-What further developments might have occurred just then it is hard to

-say, for the young lady in the white dress suddenly suggested a new

-train of thought, and the twins took it up at once.

-

-"I'm hungry," she said, "and I don't think Mr. Wyeth and Uncle Daniel

-will come along at all. Let's go back to the house. Perhaps Aunt

-Clarissa hasn't found out we are gone away yet."

-

-"Not found out!" exclaimed William, in derision. "Bless my stars, and we

-in our best clothes!"

-

-"Mr. Wyeth will be along soon, I'll warrant," said his double, from the

-bank, "and we will all go up to the house as if nothing were the matter.

-Uncle Nathan won't do anything at all until Mr. Wyeth goes, which may

-not be for two or three days. Harkee! with Uncle Daniel here, he may

-forget. Haven't you noticed how forgetful he has been lately?"

-

-"He never forgets," replied William, thoughtfully; "at least he never

-does if Aunt Clarissa is about."

-

-From where the children were they could see the road, and follow it

-after it crossed the bridge and commenced to climb the hill. Here and

-there it showed very plainly through the trees, and even if a horseman

-should escape their observation, the sound of hoofs on the bridge they

-could not have missed hearing.

-

-Twice a year Mr. Josiah Wyeth, a New York merchant, rode out on

-horseback from Elizabethport to visit Mr. Nathaniel Frothingham.

-

-There was no regular stage line to Stanham Mills, and most of the

-purchasing for the estate was done at the town of Paterson, a half-day's

-journey. But, rain or shine, the 1st of June found Mr. Josiah Wyeth a

-guest at Stanham Manor, and the first of that month and the 1st of

-September found the young Frothinghams, all in their best attire, ready

-to meet him. Now that the uncle from London, whom they had never seen,

-had arrived in New York and was going to accompany Mr. Wyeth, the

-excitement was more than doubled.

-

-During the merchant's stay the children were supposed to be on their

-best behavior, which really meant that they were allowed to do as they

-pleased, provided they kept out of sight and hearing. These visits,

-therefore, were quite looked-for events, and, besides, Mr. Wyeth brought

-out little trinkets, fish-hooks, sugar-balls, lollipops, and various

-attractive sweets in his capacious saddle-bags. He was quite as punctual

-as if he only lived next door.

-

-The little girl had resumed her garland-making once more. William had

-spread himself out upon the bank, and was watching a busy aimless ant

-dodging about the roots of the ferns, and George, with the patience of

-the born sportsman, was supporting one hand with the other, and leaning

-out again over the water.

-

-For some time no one had spoken. Suddenly there was a deep, rumbling

-report.

-

-"Hillo!" said William, starting up. "They're blasting in the shaft on

-Tumble Ridge."

-

-"That's so," said George. "I heard Uncle Nathan say that they were

-getting pretty close to the Hewes boundary-line."

-

-"There'll be a fine row there some day," said William.

-

-"My! but doesn't Uncle Nathan hate that Mr. Hewes? He says if he was in

-England they could hang him for treason, because he talks against the

-King."

-

-George laughed. "I'd like to see 'em fight," he answered.

-

-"So should I," said William; "and you and I together could lick Carter

-Hewes, if he is bigger than either of us. I suppose he's a rebel too."

-

-Just here there came an interruption, for the waterfall had drawn the

-hook under a big flat stone, and there it caught.

-

-"Crickey!" said the boy in the pink breeches. "I'm fast on the bottom."

-He stretched out with both hands, and gave a sharp pull on the line.

-

-It all came so suddenly that not one of the three could have foretold

-what was going to happen. But the bank gave way, and Master Frothingham

-went down head over heels into the deep hole.

-

-Now, strange as it may seem, owing to Aunt Clarissa's fostering care,

-neither one of the twins had learned to swim.

-

-The water was very deep, and the fall was eight feet, if an inch, but,

-nevertheless, in a moment George's frightened face appeared. He tried to

-grasp the bank, but so steep was it his fingers slipped off the smooth

-rock, and he sank again, gasping and trying to shriek aloud.

-

-The little girl jumped to her feet, and ran in among the trees, crying

-for help with all her little voice. William did not pause for half a

-breath. He leaped out from the bank and dashed through the shallow water

-towards where one of his brother's arms was waving upon the surface.

-

-Suddenly he went over his own depth, and the tails of his blue velvet

-coat were all that could be seen. But he managed to struggle on,

-fighting to keep afloat, with all his might, until he caught the arm at

-last. George's head once more showed clearly above the water, and then

-both boys sank.

-

-Gracie's cries by this time had startled all the echoes up the

-hill-sides.

-

-"Cato! oh, Cato!" she shrieked. "They're drowning! they're drowning!

-Help! help! Oh, help!"

-

-Once more the two heads came up to the air, and one small hand, extended

-in a wild grasp toward the bank, caught an overhanging bough and clung

-there desperately.

-

-[TO BE CONTINUED.]

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-BICYCLING FOR GIRLS.

-

-

-Some weeks ago we published an article on bicycle-riding, and at that

-time promised to say something regarding bicycling for girls, which is

-so different a question from bicycling for boys that it requires a

-separate article.

-

-There has been a discussion going on for some time as to whether it was

-a healthy exercise for girls and young women to take up, and many

-doctors have given it as their opinion that it was not, on the whole,

-advisable. But the practice has become general now, and it is likely

-that many more girls will ride this fall and next year than ever before.

-Consequently it is useless to advise people not to ride. If any girl

-finds that riding is making her feel enervated and tired all the time,

-or if in any other way she notices any kind of unpleasant results from

-her riding, common-sense and her doctor will tell her to stop; but there

-is no reason why a healthy girl, if she begins gradually, should not

-learn to ride, and ride well, to the great benefit of her health and

-happiness.

-

-It is only required that she shall observe two or three simple

-rules--rules which every athlete who trains theoretically obeys. For

-instance, she should remember that, as is the case with most girls in

-cities, and often in the country as well, she has not been accustomed to

-severe physical exercise, that she would not start out at once to run

-five miles without stopping, and in like manner she should not ride ten

-miles on a wheel neither the first time nor the thirtieth time. This

-seems very simple to read in type, but the fact is that most girls want

-to ride fifteen miles as soon as they can get along on a road by

-themselves.

-

-The difficult thing is to stop just _before_ you begin to feel the

-slightest sensation of weariness. In these fall days any one can ride

-along through the country, and while moving feel invigorated by the

-force of the breeze which the movement of the wheel creates. But when

-she does stop, the girl suddenly feels "worn out," perhaps a little

-dizzy, or at least tired, and rather inclined to get into a car and ride

-home, while some one else pushes her wheel along for her. Any girl of

-spirit in such a situation immediately makes up her mind that she will

-not give in to this feeling of weariness, and that she will ride home

-whether she feels tired or not. The result is a bad headache, a doctor,

-and perhaps an injunction from her parents not to ride a bicycle again.

-

-There are girls who can ride twenty, forty, or sixty miles in a day, but

-this is because they have begun gradually, and increased their distances

-by degrees as their bodies got into what is called "good condition." Let

-us set down a rule, then, on this subject, and say that the average girl

-of fifteen ought not to ride more than five miles, by cyclometer, in any

-one day, until she has taken thirty rides within two months--that is to

-say, until she has ridden at least once in every two days. Then she

-should not exceed ten miles in a day, or at one time, until she has

-ridden a bicycle half a year. After this she can estimate about what she

-can do without tiring herself, and she can gradually work up to twenty

-miles at a time without ever having that fagged feeling which is a sure

-sign that the thing has been overdone. So much for the distance.

-

-Now a word as to costume. We are just in the midst of a change in ideas

-as to girls' bicycle costumes. No one who has ridden ten times fails to

-complain of skirts, be they never so well made. They catch in the rear

-wheel. They make a sail to catch all the wind when the wind is blowing

-against you, and only a bicyclist knows what a head wind really means.

-And finally they are continually in the way.

-

-On the other hand, trousers do not seem just the thing for girls to

-wear. Some time we may all come to the regulation knickerbockers for a

-bicycle costume, but just at present a girl who wears them appears to be

-immodest. As a matter of fact, however, modesty and ladylike behavior do

-not depend on the costume, but on the bearing and character of the young

-lady herself, and it is only necessary for us to become accustomed to

-seeing ladies wearing any kind of a bicycle costume to think it the

-proper thing, and probably some kind of bloomers or divided skirt is

-more unnoticeable and modest than a skirt which flies about as you ride

-along the road. The best thing for a girl then is a divided skirt which

-is close fitting, which cannot catch in either wheel or in the gearing

-of the bicycle, or the ordinary gymnasium bloomers. Either of these,

-especially the latter, is much better from a health point of view, since

-a great deal of the strain of forcing the machine ahead is saved by

-them. But in time we shall probably have a regular woman's bicycle

-costume, which will be a combination of knickerbockers and bloomers, and

-then when people once become accustomed to it, they will wonder how

-under the sun women ever rode with long skirts.

-

-With the question of the distance you shall ride in a day and the

-question of costume settled, it then becomes necessary to discuss the

-details of riding. A great many girls and women learn to ride in-doors

-in some hall, and the usual method employed is to place a belt with a

-handle at each side around the girl's waist. A man walks on either side

-of her, and steadies her by grasping either handle on the belt, and she

-then struggles on, until, after a number of lessons, she can ride alone.

-In the city this may be a good plan, but it is inevitably the result

-that after a girl has learned to ride in-doors it becomes practically

-necessary for her to learn over again when she first tries the road. The

-best method, therefore, if the surroundings admit of it, is to get some

-strong person to grasp the rear part of the saddle, and to then steady

-you as you move along a smooth road. If this is done half an hour a day

-three times on alternate days, any average girl should be able to ride

-alone for a short distance.

-

-[Illustration: POSITION JUST BEFORE STARTING TO MOUNT.]

-

-She will do well not to try to learn to mount until she has become

-somewhat proficient in riding, so that she can ride four or five miles

-at a time over an average country road. Mounting will then come easy,

-whereas at the beginning it is extremely difficult. When sitting on a

-bicycle a girl should be in an upright position, practically as when

-walking. The saddle should be broad and flat, and, while most of the

-weight of her body rests upon the saddle, it is nevertheless true that

-she should put as much of her weight upon the pedals as possible: it not

-only makes riding and balancing easier, but it distributes her weight

-over the machine, both to her own comfort and to the safety of the

-wheel. Sitting perfectly upright, she should be able to place the instep

-or hollow of her foot between the heel and ball squarely on the pedal

-when it is at its lowest point in the arc, and in that position her knee

-should be practically unbent, although, as a matter of fact, it is

-better if the knee is what might be called "sprung" a little. At all

-events, the body should not sag from one side to the other as the pedals

-turn, and when the rider is forcing the wheel ahead with the ball of the

-foot on the pedal, the knee would never be straightened actually if this

-rule was followed.

-

-[Illustration: POSITION JUST AFTER STARTING TO MOUNT.]

-

-There is no advantage whatsoever in trying to secure a long reach; it

-does not help you in any way, and it makes it more difficult to send the

-machine ahead either faster or slower. This is particularly noticeable

-in going up a hill. Women, as a rule, do not have the fault which many

-men have of leaning forward far over the handle. They are more apt to

-sit upright than most men; but they have one fault which should be

-corrected, and that is the position which the handles occupy in relation

-to their bodies. A girl should sit upright, as has been said, and in

-that position, when she places her hands on the cork handles, her arms

-should be slightly bent at the elbow. It is very common, however, to see

-the arms so much bent that the forearm forms almost a right angle to the

-upper arm. This is not only uncomfortable, but it deprives her of the

-purchase which she needs when forcing the machine ahead or going up a

-hill. In other words, it is much more difficult to "pull" on the handles

-when the arms are bent to a right angle than when they are practically

-straight. On the other hand, the fault of leaning the weight of the body

-on the handle-bars should be avoided with the utmost care, as that

-forces the shoulders back and the chin forward on the chest, and in time

-distorts the whole symmetry of the upper part of a person's body.

-

-[Illustration: CORRECT POSITION FOR WOMAN BICYCLIST.]

-

-Mounting and dismounting, especially the former, as has been said,

-should not be tried until the bicyclist has learned to keep her balance

-easily while riding. Then mounting will come more or less naturally,

-since the difficulty in this operation is not so much to get on the

-machine, as to start the wheel soon enough after gaining the seat to

-avoid falling off. To begin with, the girl should grasp both

-handle-bars firmly, facing forward, of course. By means of the hands the

-bicycle should be held absolutely perpendicular, neither leaning towards

-her person nor away from it. Then standing on the left of the machine,

-she should step over the gearing with her right foot and place it on the

-right pedal, which is moved just forward of its highest point in the

-arc; in other words, so that the first pressure which comes on that

-right pedal will force the machine ahead as fast as possible.

-

-[Illustration: PROPER ARRANGEMENT OF THE DRESS.]

-

-Having placed her right foot on this pedal, without bearing any weight

-on it, she then steps into the position over the gearing which will

-bring her weight as nearly as possible immediately over the centre of

-gravity of the machine. Having arranged her skirt so that it will be

-symmetrical when she mounts, she merely rises by stepping up on the

-right-hand pedal, and sits into the saddle by a slow, easy movement. Her

-weight on the right-hand pedal starts the machine forward, pulls the

-saddle in under her, and gives the velocity to the bicycle which she

-needs in order to keep her balance.

-

-[Illustration: CORRECT METHOD OF DISMOUNTING.]

-

-One of the most important things about women's bicycle-riding is the

-ability to dismount not only gracefully, but at once in case of

-necessity. In this, as in mounting, there is no jump anywhere. The rider

-simply catches the left pedal as it begins to rise from the lowest point

-in the arc, and, bearing her weight on that pedal, allows herself to be

-forced upward out of the saddle. This not only brings her into a

-position to step out of the machine, but also brings the machine to a

-standstill, or practically so, unless she is going at a high rate of

-speed. When the pedal has nearly reached the top, and the machine is as

-near a standstill as possible, she steps, still bearing her weight on

-this left-hand pedal, out on the left side of the machine, putting her

-right foot over the left foot, and letting the right foot strike the

-ground first. Both mounting and dismounting are slow, even movements;

-there is no quick jump about them, and the motions are all gradual. As

-soon as you attempt to leap into the saddle, or leap out of it, you are

-almost certain to disturb the equilibrium of the bicycle itself, and

-then catastrophe is the result.

-

-It only remains to say a word about riding with men and boys. Boys, as a

-usual thing, are in better physical condition for such exercise as

-bicycle-riding than girls. They can consequently ride farther and faster

-than girls; and as any girl of spirit will try to keep up with whomever

-she is riding, she is likely to strain herself. It is wise, therefore,

-for the girl to always insist on leading, or, as it is called, on

-"setting the pace," and it is also wise for her to make up her mind just

-where she is going to ride before she stops. The distance is then

-settled before the journey begins, and there is no question of riding

-farther than she thought she would at the start. If a girl sets out for

-a bicycle ride without any definite point in view, she is likely to ride

-away from home until she becomes tired, and then there is the whole

-distance of the return to be covered in a more or less wearied

-condition; and it is this kind of bicycle-riding which does the injury

-to women and girls.

-

-

-

-

-WHAT MARJORIE COULD DO.

-

-BY H. G. PAINE.

-

-I.

-

-

-"Fire! Fire!"

-

-Marjorie Mason woke up with a start.

-

-"Clang! clang!" went the fire-engine from around the corner.

-

-"Whoa!" shouted the driver.

-

-"Dear me!" thought Marjorie; "it must be very near here," and she jumped

-out of bed and ran to the window. The engine was already connected with

-the hydrant across the street, and the firemen were attaching the hose

-and bringing it--what? yes; right up the front steps of the Masons'

-house! One fireman was ringing violently at the front-door bell; and

-Marjorie wondered why her father did not go down to open the door.

-Perhaps the house next door was on fire, and they wanted to take the

-hose up on the roof. Still the bell rang, and now Marjorie could hear

-the firemen from the hook-and-ladder truck that had just come up

-breaking in the parlor windows with their axes.

-

-"Why doesn't somebody go to the door?" she said to herself. "It will

-never do to have that dirty hose dragged through the parlor and over the

-new carpet!" and she jumped to the door of her room to run down and let

-the firemen in; but, as she opened it, a rush of hot air and stifling

-smoke blew into her face, choking and gagging her, and filling her eyes

-with tears. Then she realized for the first time that the fire was in

-her own house. She shut the door with a bang, and ran to the window,

-opened it, and looked out. As she did so a tongue of flame shot up in

-front of her from the window of the library, just underneath her own

-room. Her father's and mother's room was in the back part of the house

-on the same floor as the library. "Was it on fire, too?" Marjorie

-shuddered as she thought of it.

-

-"And Jack!" Her brother Jack slept in the back room on the same floor as

-Marjorie, but the rooms did not connect. "Perhaps the fire is only in

-the front part of the house," she thought, "and the others don't know

-anything about it." She determined to arouse them.

-

-Marjorie opened the door again. The smoke and heat were stifling, but

-there was no flame that she could see. Then she shut her eyes, closed

-the door behind her, and rushed down the hall to Jack's room. She had

-been to it so often that she could not miss the door-knob, even in her

-excitement. Fortunately the door was unlocked. She opened it quickly,

-and shut it behind her, gasping for breath. Oblivious alike of the

-danger and the noise Jack was still fast asleep, but she soon woke him

-up, and together they rushed to the back window. Looking down they saw

-their father helping their mother out upon the sloping roof of the back

-piazza.

-

-At the sight of her poor mother, who was very ill, in so perilous a

-plight, Marjorie forgot all about her own danger, and shouting, "Hold on

-tight--I'll tell the firemen!" before her brother could stop her she had

-run back fearlessly to her own room despite the fact that the stairway

-was now all in a blaze. As she opened her eyes she saw the glazed helmet

-of a fireman at the window.

-

-[Illustration: "GO BACK AND LOOK AFTER FATHER AND MOTHER!"]

-

-"Go back!" she cried; "go back quick and look after father and mother;

-they are on the roof of the back piazza!"

-

-Then a strange feeling of dizziness came over her. She felt a strong arm

-around her waist. She dimly saw a kind face near to hers, and was

-conscious of being carried down, down, down, so far, so far, and of

-hearing people cheering a great way off.

-

-

-II.

-

-It was a very different house, the one that Marjorie went to live in

-after the fire, not nearly so nice as the dear old home where she and

-Jack had been born. In the first place, it was in a distant and

-different part of the city. The rooms were all differently arranged, and

-the furniture and everything in them were different. It seemed to

-Marjorie as if nothing had been saved from the old house. Even the

-clothes they all wore were different--very different, indeed; for they

-were black.

-

-That was a sign of the greatest and saddest difference. Though the

-firemen had quickly gone through the basement and rescued Marjorie's

-father and mother and Jack and the servants, the dear mother had not

-long survived the shock and the exposure: and Hetty, the waitress, who

-now attended to the housekeeping and looked after Marjorie, did things

-very differently from her.

-

-All these circumstances combined to make great changes in Marjorie's

-life. She went to another school now, near by; but she did not make

-friends easily with the pupils there, and so she spent most of her

-afternoons at home with Hetty instead of associating with girls of her

-own age. And very lonely she was much of the time.

-

-Hetty was a good waitress, who had been with the family for several

-years, and she knew just what Mr. Mason liked, and how he liked to have

-things done about the house; but she was an ignorant silly girl, and not

-at all a good companion for Marjorie.

-

-Jack was two years older than his sister. He was sixteen, and preparing

-for college, and his father thought best that he should not change

-schools. So he had to make an early start every day, and very rarely

-came back until dinner-time, and then had to study hard all the evening.

-

-Now and then, when he did come home early on a rainy day, Marjorie and

-he would have great fun, like the old times; so at last she came to wish

-for bad weather with as much eagerness as she had used to look for

-sunshine.

-

-Since her mother's death her father had seemed very much preoccupied and

-indifferent to what she and Jack did. And, as time went on, he was more

-and more away from home. He changed the dinner hour from six until

-seven, and was often late at that. Then right afterward he would

-generally go out, and not come back until after Jack and Marjorie were

-in bed.

-

-Marjorie especially missed her father's presence and companionship; and

-one "dull, sunshiny afternoon," as Marjorie called it, in default of any

-other sympathizer, she confided her grief to Hetty, who seemed in a

-pleasanter mood than usual.

-

-"I wonder what it is that takes so much of father's time?" she said.

-

-"Oh, it's coortin' he is, av coorse, ye may belave," replied Hetty.

-

-"Oh no, you don't mean--that, do you?" exclaimed Marjorie.

-

-"Sure 'n' why not?" said Hetty, with a smirk. "Widowers generally does.

-But I can tell you that I for wan will not shtay wan minute, no, nor wan

-sicond, av he brings a new mistress into this house!"

-

-

-III.

-

-Marjorie was very much worried at what Hetty had said. It hardly seemed

-possible to her that the girl could be right, and that her father could

-be contemplating such a step as she suggested. Yet there was no doubt

-that he seemed very much changed since his wife's death, and Marjorie

-sought in vain for any satisfactory explanation of his frequent absences

-from home.

-

-She lay awake a long time that night--thinking. And the less able she

-was to find a reason that would account for the difference in her

-father's manner and habits, the more readily she brought herself to

-believe that Hetty was right in her supposition.

-

-"It's my fault, it's my fault," she sobbed to herself, as she buried her

-head in the pillow. "I haven't tried to take dear mother's place, and to

-look after the house, and to do the things she used to do for father's

-comfort. I've just acted like a silly, helpless little girl, and shirked

-my responsibilities, and left everything to Hetty, and I think

-she's--she's just hateful."

-

-Then, when Marjorie realized how short a time had passed since the fire,

-and the funeral, and the moving, it seemed to her that perhaps it was

-not too late now for her to begin to take the place in the household

-that she had mapped out for herself. This thought gave her new comfort,

-and with an earnest prayer that she might be given strength to carry out

-her plans she fell asleep.

-

-Next morning, when Hetty brought in the breakfast, she found that

-Marjorie had changed her seat at the table to the place opposite her

-father, that had been vacant ever since they moved into the new house,

-and was pouring out the coffee for him and Jack, as her mother used to

-do.

-

-Marjorie watched her father closely to see if he noticed the change. At

-first he appeared oblivious to any difference in the usual arrangement,

-and, turning to Hetty, after tasting his coffee, he said,

-

-"Hetty, haven't you forgotten the sugar?"

-

-Marjorie's face grew crimson with mortification, and, as she caught

-Jack's wink, and marked the appreciating smack of his lips, she realized

-that in her excitement she had put her father's sugar in Jack's cup.

-

-"Sure 'n' Miss Marjorie's pouring the coffee this morning; I dunno,"

-replied Hetty.

-

-Mr. Mason looked up, with a smile, and said, "Well, take this cup to

-her, and see if she isn't putting sugar in, too."

-

-Hetty did his bidding with a self-satisfied air, and Marjorie meekly

-dropped in the missing lumps.

-

-"Very nice indeed," was Mr. Mason's comment, as he tasted his coffee

-again, "even if it was prepared on the instalment plan."

-

-And Marjorie felt that her first effort had not been altogether a

-failure after all.

-

-That evening when he came home and went to his room he found his

-frock-coat neatly brushed and laid on the bed. In an absent-minded

-manner he hung it up in the closet, and went down to dinner in his

-business suit. Marjorie sat opposite him and served the soup. Presently

-Mr. Mason took an evening paper out of his pocket and began reading.

-

-Marjorie addressed one or two questions to her father; but though he

-looked up brightly for a moment and answered her, he soon turned again

-to his paper, and appeared to be absorbed in its contents.

-

-"What are you reading about, father?" she finally ventured to ask.

-

-But his reply was not conducive to further conversation, "Silver."

-

-"Silence is golden," said Jack to his sister, in an undertone.

-

-Next evening when Mr. Mason came home Marjorie asked him if he would let

-her see the evening paper. Her father seemed a little surprised, and

-handed it to her. Then he went up stairs before dinner and saw his coat

-laid out again, and smiled, and put it on. They had scarcely sat down

-when Jack produced a newspaper and began to read it.

-

-"Jack," said Marjorie, "don't read the paper at the table; it isn't

-polite."

-

-Jack put the paper away, and Marjorie began to ask her father questions

-about what sort of a day he had had downtown, and told him how Jack had

-been selected to play on the school football team, and asked him to

-explain some points in her history lesson that were not quite clear in

-her mind. Marjorie was pleased to see that her father took a great deal

-more interest in what she and Jack were doing, and after that the dinner

-hour was the brightest and happiest in the day for Marjorie.

-

-But Mr. Mason, though he recognized Marjorie's efforts to make this hour

-what it had been in the old house, and had begun to take a renewed

-interest in what interested Jack and Marjorie, still spent the most of

-his evenings away from home, and seemed often so preoccupied that with

-difficulty he aroused himself in response to Marjorie's efforts at

-polite conversation.

-

-Those were anxious and sad days for Marjorie--Hetty's silly, thoughtless

-words had made a deep impression on her mind, and she knew that if they

-were true it must be because he missed the presence and companionship of

-her dear mother, and the home atmosphere with which she had surrounded

-their lives.

-

-It seemed to her that the task she had undertaken would not have been so

-hopeless amid the familiar surroundings of their old home. But in this

-strange and unaccustomed place it seemed as though her efforts must be

-in vain. She studied to see if by some rearrangement of the furniture

-she could not give a more attractive and homelike air to the stiff and

-formal drawing-room.

-

-Hetty laughed at her suggestions, and would not help her. So she set to

-work to do it herself. At first she resolved to banish a hideous vase on

-the top of a tall cabinet, but when, standing on the top of the little

-step-ladder, she tried to move it, it proved heavier than she supposed

-and slipped from her grasp. In her attempt to save it she lost her

-balance and fell with it to the floor, striking her head on a corner of

-the cabinet.

-

-The next thing that Marjorie knew she was lying in bed, feeling very

-weak and queer. She opened her eyes, and then shut them again suddenly

-very tight, and lay still for a long while, trying to remember what had

-happened; because she thought she had seen in that brief glance that she

-was back in her old room at home, and the impression was so pleasant and

-restful, and made her feel so happy, that she did not want to open her

-eyes and dispel the illusion. Then she thought she heard a clock

-strike--one, two three, four--her clock! she would have known that sound

-anywhere. She could not resist the temptation to look, and slowly

-unclosed one eye.

-

-Yes, that was her very own clock that Jack had given her on the

-mantel-piece, there could be no mistake about that, nor about the

-mantel-piece either, for that matter, nor about the pictures over it,

-nor about the paper on the wall--both eyes were wide open now--nor about

-the rugs on the floor, nor the sofa, nor the chairs, nor the pretty,

-white bedstead. It was all a beautiful mystery, and she did not try to

-solve it. She simply gave a happy little sigh and fell into a deep and

-quiet sleep.

-

-When she awoke again she felt better and stronger, and lay for several

-minutes feasting her eyes upon the familiar features of her old room at

-home.

-

-Then the door opened quietly, and a sweet-faced woman in a wash-dress

-and white cap and apron entered.

-

-"Oh, tell me," asked Marjorie, eagerly, "am I dreaming, or have I been

-dreaming? Is this really my room, and if it is, wasn't there any fire,

-and if there was, how--"

-

-"There, there, my dear," answered a soft pleasant voice, "you are very

-wide-awake again, I am glad to see, and this is your own home, and there

-was a fire; and if you will lie very quiet, and not ask any more

-questions, you can see your brother Jack in a little while, and a little

-later your father, when he comes home."

-

-"And--and are you--are you--" faltered Marjorie.

-

-"Oh, I am Miss Farley, the hospital nurse. Now lie still, dear, and

-don't bother your head about anything."

-

-"I won't," responded Marjorie, with a contented smile. "I thought maybe

-you were a step-mother."

-

-In the afternoon Marjorie was so much better that Miss Farley let Jack

-spend quite a while by her bedside, while he told everything that had

-happened.

-

-"My eye!" said he, "you must have given your head a terrible crack when

-you fell from the steps. I can tell you father and I and Hetty were

-scared. That was three weeks ago. Just think of that. You've had

-brain-fever, and all sorts of things. But Dr. Scott and Miss Farley

-pulled you through in great shape. The best thing was that father could

-have you put right into an ambulance and brought here. Say, what do you

-suppose he has been up to all these months? Why, he's been having this

-dear old house rebuilt just exactly as it was before the fire; and there

-was a lot more furniture and things saved than you and I thought, and he

-has had it all put back in the old places, and he has bought everything

-he could get exactly like what was burned, and what he couldn't buy he

-has had made so that you'd think it was the same identical thing. He

-used to come here afternoons and boss the workmen about, and in the

-evening he'd come here alone and arrange things in the old places. Say,

-isn't it just fine! and he never said a word about it, so that he could

-have it for a surprise for you on your birthday. It was all ready the

-day you got hurt, so he had you brought right here, and yesterday was

-your birthday, so that it came out just as he had hoped, after all."

-

-"Where's Hetty?" asked Marjorie, after a short pause.

-

-"Hetty? Oh, she married the milkman, and left without warning the day we

-moved in here," said Jack.

-

-"Papa," said Marjorie, as she lay holding his hand as he sat beside her

-that afternoon, after she had thanked him for his beautiful birthday

-present, "papa, you're not going to bring anybody here to take mamma's

-place, are you?"

-

-"No, my pet," replied Mr. Mason, as he bent and kissed her cheek.

-"Nobody in the world can ever do that; but nobody in the world can come

-so near it as her dear little daughter."

-

-

-

-

-LAURIE VANE, BRAKEMAN.

-

-BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.

-

-

-Mudhole Junction was a desolate place enough, especially on winter

-nights, when the wind roared through the mountain gorges, and an

-occasional fierce, despairing shriek from a passing locomotive waked the

-wild echoes among the granite peaks. But Blundon, the station-master,

-and Laurie Vane, the bright-eyed young fellow from the East, who lived

-in the little shanty a quarter of a mile off had a soft spot in their

-hearts for Mudhole Junction, and with reason. Both of them had found

-health and strength in the high, pure altitude, and each had also found

-a friend in the other. Blundon often wondered why a young fellow of

-nineteen should be living up there, apparently as much cut off from the

-human species, other than the Mudhole Junctionites, as though he

-belonged to another planet. But seeing the boy was perfectly correct in

-every way, and Blundon himself having the soul of a gentleman, and above

-asking questions, Laurie Vane was not bothered to give explanations.

-

-One autumn night, about a year after Laurie's advent, he and the

-station-master were spending quite a hilarious evening together in the

-little station-house. A fire roared on the hearth, and some malodorous

-cheese, a plate of crackers, and a pitcher of eider were on the table.

-On one side of the fire sat Blundon, grizzled and round-shouldered, but

-with a world of good sense in his well-marked face; on the other side

-sat Laurie, a red fez set sideways on his curly head, and his guitar

-across his knees.

-

-"Talk about your spectacular shows," said Laurie, softly thrumming "In

-Old Madrid," on the guitar, "I don't know anything quite up to that

-ten-o'clock express on a wild night like this. When she rushes out of

-the black mouth of the tunnel for that straight stretch of three miles

-down here, and flies past, hissing and screaming, with one great glaring

-eye blazing in the darkness, she looks more like one of the dragons of

-hell than anything I can imagine. It's worth more than many a show I've

-paid two dollars and a half to see."

-

-Blundon smiled at this as he answered:

-

-"And I can see it every night in the year for nothing. People call it

-lonesome up here, but I guess mighty few folks know how much company an

-old railroad man like me can get out of passing ingines and slow

-freights, and even out of the rails and ties. Anybody would think I was

-a paid section-boss the way I watch the road-bed about here."

-

-"How long were you a railroad man?" asked Laurie, stopping in his

-thrumming.

-

-"About twenty years," said Blundon. "But it was in the East, where

-railroading ain't the same as it is out here. I was in the caboose of a

-train that made two hundred and twenty miles, year in and year out, in

-four hours and forty minutes, including three stops. It was a solid

-train of Pullmans, and the road-bed was as smooth as a ballroom floor. I

-had an eighteen-thousand-dollar ingine--the Lively Sally--and when I

-pulled the throttle out she was just like a race-horse when he hears the

-starter shout 'Go!' I don't believe I ever could have quit the railroad

-business if the Lively Sally hadn't come to grief. But it wasn't when I

-was a-drivin' her. I was laid off sick, and they gave her to another

-man--a good enough fellow, but you can't learn the ways of an ingine in

-a day nor a week, any more than you can learn the ways of a woman in a

-day or a week. Sally used to get balky, once a year reg'lar. For about a

-week she'd have the jim-jams--seemed like she got tired of working, and

-wanted a spell of rest in the round-house. Well, the new man didn't know

-this, and instead of letting her have her own way, he tried to drive

-her, and Sally just blew her cylinder-head out for spite. And when

-she was helpless on the siding a long freight came along, and the

-switchman lost his wits, and set the switch wrong, and that

-eighteen-thousand-dollar beauty was crippled so she never was worth much

-afterward. And about that time my lungs gave out, and I had to come up

-here. I never cared much about an ingine after Sally. I dare say I might

-get a place again to run a passenger train, but I think about poor

-Sally, and I don't feel like going back on the old girl; so here I am,

-side-tracked for life at Mudhole Junction."

-

-"It was all on account of a patent air-brake that I'm here," remarked

-Laurie.

-

-"It's coming," thought Blundon.

-

-"I am an only child," said Laurie, after a little pause, "and I had the

-best daddy in the world, except that he was so obstinate."

-

-"_You_ weren't obstinate, young feller," Blundon gravely interjected.

-"You were just firm. It's the other feller that's pig-headed always. Go

-on."

-

-Laurie glanced up quickly, and grinned at Blundon for a moment.

-

-"Well, perhaps I was a little obstinate too--a chip of the old block. As

-long as my mother lived, God bless her!"--here Laurie raised his cap

-reverently--"she could always make peace between us. But when she went

-to heaven there was nobody to do this. The first serious falling out we

-had was when I went to college. I took the scientific course, and

-apparently I didn't do much at it. But I was working like a beaver at an

-air-brake, and when I wasn't in the class-rooms I was down at the

-railroad shops studying brakes. I found out a lot about them, and I also

-found out that my wonderful invention wasn't any invention at all. It

-had been tried and discarded. My father, though, thought I was idling,

-and wrote me a riproaring letter. One word brought on another, until at

-last I walked myself out of the house after our last interview, and told

-my father I would never take another cent from him as long as I lived. I

-had a little money that my mother left me. My father said I'd come back

-as soon as I'd run through with what I had, and that made me mad. I knew

-my lungs weren't in good shape, and the doctors told me to come up here

-and try living in a shanty for a year. I've done it, and I'm cured, and

-my feelings have softened toward my father--he was a kind old dad when

-he had his own way--but I can't--I _can't_ make the first advance to

-him."

-

-Blundon's usual address to Laurie was, "Young feller," but on serious

-occasions he called him "Mr. Vane, sir."

-

-"Mr. Vane, sir," he said, "do you know the meaning of the word courage?"

-

-"Yes," answered Laurie, promptly.

-

-"And sense--good, hard, barnyard sense, Mr. Vane, sir?"

-

-"Yes," again replied Laurie.

-

-"And, Mr. Vane, sir, do you think you're treatin' your father right?"

-

-"N-n-no," said Laurie, not at all promptly.

-

-"Well, Mr. Vane, sir," continued Blundon, rising, and getting his

-lantern, "I don't think you can lay any extravagant claims to either

-sense or courage as long as you don't know how to make the first advance

-toward your own father, when you know you ain't treatin' him right.

-There's the express going in the tunnel."

-

-Laurie rose too with a grave face. Blundon's words were few, but Laurie

-had learned to know the man, and to respect him deeply; and Laurie knew

-that Blundon's words were a strong condemnation.

-

-The two went out upon the little platform to see the express pass. The

-night was very dark, without moon or stars. In a minute or two the

-train, a blaze of light from end to end, dashed out of the tunnel, and

-with one wild scream took the three-mile straight stretch down-grade

-like a streak of lightning. Not half the distance had been covered, when

-Blundon, almost dropping the lantern in his surprise, shouted, "She's

-slowing up to stop!"

-

-Almost by the time the words were out of his mouth the locomotive was

-within fifty yards of them, and with a clang, a bang, and a snort it

-came to a full stop. The conductor had jumped off while the train was

-still moving, and he ran up to Blundon and Laurie.

-

-"What's the matter?" asked Blundon, holding up the lantern in the

-conductor's face.

-

-"Matter enough," answered the conductor. "The engineer slipped on the

-floor of the cab, about ten miles back, and wrenched his arm, so he is

-perfectly helpless, and almost wild with pain; the negro fireman brought

-us the last ten miles, but he couldn't take us over the mountain."

-

-"I reckon _I_ can," said Blundon, coolly. "You know my record."

-

-"Yes; and that's why I stopped," answered the conductor. "But look

-here."

-

-He handed out a piece of paper, on which was written clearly:

-

-     "Pay no attention to a red light on the trestle. It means a hold up

-     at the end of the trestle. The men know what is in the express car,

-     and they have dynamite.

-

-  "A FRIEND."

-

-"Maybe it's a hoax," said Blundon.

-

-"And maybe it ain't a hoax," said the conductor.

-

-Blundon, the conductor, and Laurie had been standing close together

-during this short and half-whispered colloquy, but the negro fireman had

-slipped up behind them, and had seen the note by the lantern's glimmer.

-

-"Good Lawd A'mighty!" he yelled. "De train robbers is arter dis heah

-train! Well, dey ain' gwi git no chance fur to blow dis nigger up wid

-dynamite." And without another word he took to his heels, and

-immediately was lost in the darkness.

-

-"Here's a pretty kettle of fish!" exclaimed the conductor.

-

-"Never you mind," said Blundon, with a grim smile; "this young feller

-will be my fireman, and I'll agree to take the train across the

-mountain, hold up or no hold up. I'm off duty now until six o'clock

-to-morrow morning, and I can get back by that time."

-

-"All right," answered the conductor, going toward the cab, where they

-found the engineer groaning with pain.

-

-"Just groan through the telephone, old man," said Blundon, as they

-helped him out, "and you'll get a doctor from the house over yonder, and

-he'll set your arm in a jiffy."

-

-"Wouldn't it be a good idea," said Laurie, diffidently, "if the engineer

-telephoned to Stoneville that if the train is delayed to send a posse to

-the Stoneville end of the trestle! This is the night the Stoneville

-Light Infantry meet to drill, and they'd be handy in case of a hold up."

-

-The conductor hesitated a moment, then went over to the express car, and

-came back.

-

-"The express messenger says to telephone to the soldier boys, and if it

-is a hoax, he can stand the racket, and if it ain't--well, he has got

-near ninety thousand dollars in the safe, and he ain't a-going to give

-it away."

-

-In another moment the injured engineer was ringing the telephone bell.

-Two or three passengers then appeared on the platform of the smoker.

-

-"Hello!" cried one of them, in a voice singularly like Laurie's. "What's

-up?"

-

-"Stopping for a new fireman, sir," answered the conductor, airily. "All

-aboard!"

-

-As Laurie took his seat, in the cab beside Blundon, he said, with a pale

-face, "That was my father who spoke."

-

-"Glad of it," bawled Blundon, over the roar of the train. "I hope he's

-got a gun."

-

-Laurie had often heard that one never could judge of a man until he had

-been seen engaged in his own especial vocation, and he found it true as

-regarded Blundon. The old engineer was usually round-shouldered, and had

-a leisurely, not to say lazy, way of moving about. But the instant his

-hand touched the throttle of the engine he became alert and keen-eyed,

-his figure straightened, and the power he possessed intrinsically became

-visible.

-

-The train sped on for an hour before entering a deep cut, at the end of

-which they would have to cross a great ravine over a long trestle. A

-mile or two beyond the trestle was the little manufacturing town of

-Stoneville. As they entered the cut darkness became blackness, and the

-train began to slow up a little before going on the trestle.

-

-Laurie shouted in Blundon's ear, "This is a mighty good place for a

-train robbery!"

-

-Blundon nodded, and Laurie, turning to the window, strained his eyes

-toward the ravine that showed like a huge black shadow before them. And

-in the middle of the trestle a red danger signal burned steadily.

-

-"It's there," cried Laurie to Blundon.

-

-By the time the words were out of his mouth a fusillade of shots rattled

-against the side of the cab.

-

-"Lie down! lie down!" cried Blundon, throwing himself flat on the floor,

-and Laurie promptly followed suit. Then three ghostly figures leaped on

-the train, and two of them catching Blundon and Laurie, held them fast,

-while the third brought the train to a stop.

-

-"Get up," said the first robber to Blundon, who scrambled to a sitting

-posture with a pistol at his ear. The second robber had likewise

-established close connections between Laurie's ear and another pistol,

-but allowed him also to sit up on the floor. The third robber jumped

-off, and presently the crash of dynamite showed that the express car was

-broken into. Then there was a wait of ten minutes, while the robbers, of

-whom there were several, rifled the safe.

-

-During this time Blundon showed such perfect coolness that it calmed

-Laurie's natural excitement, and won the admiration of the highwaymen.

-

-"Euchred, Mr. Vane, sir!" was Blundon's only exclamation, as he sat

-cross-legged, looking at Laurie.

-

-To this Laurie replied, "I told you it was a good place for a train

-robbery."

-

-"Young man," remarked the gentleman who covered Laurie with his pistol,

-"I am afraid you haven't had the advantages of good society, like me and

-my pal there. You hadn't oughter call names, especially on a social

-occasion like this."

-

-"Perhaps I oughtn't," meekly answered Laurie.

-

-"We are gentlemen, we are," continued this facetious bandit. "We don't

-go in for robbin' ladies of their handbags--we don't want your little

-silver watch, sonny. We are opposed to the bloated corporations that

-rule this country, and we are doing our best to maintain the rights of

-individuals against them by cleaning out their safes."

-

-Laurie, without arguing this important question, remarked, "If you have

-so much regard for the rights of individuals, I wish you'd let me

-scratch my eye."

-

-"I will do it for you with pleasure," amiably remarked the bandit, and

-with the cold muzzle of the loaded pistol he gently scratched Laurie's

-eye, to that young gentleman's intense discomfort.

-

-In a few minutes more several of the gang who had gone through with the

-safe came to the cab.

-

-"Bring one of those gents out here," said the man who seemed to be the

-leader. "We have got the express car and the engine disconnected from

-the rest of the train, but we don't exactly understand the brakes, and

-we want them set."

-

-A gleam of intelligence passed between Blundon and Laurie which served

-the purpose of words.

-

-"That young feller," said Blundon, indicating Laurie, "is a famous

-brakeman. He invented an air-brake once, only it wouldn't work."

-

-[Illustration: BEFORE A WORD WAS SPOKEN, MR. VANE RECOGNIZED LAURIE.]

-

-Laurie, still covered by the pistol in the hands of his friends, got out

-of the cab, and soon the sound of hammering and knocking reverberated,

-showing he was working with the brakes. In a little while he was brought

-back, and Blundon and himself were then marched to the passenger car,

-hustled in, and the door locked on them. The first person Laurie's eyes

-rested on was his father. The excited passengers gathered around the

-two, but before a word was spoken Mr. Vane recognized Laurie. In another

-minute the two were in each other's arms. Laurie's first words were:

-"Daddy, I was wrong. I beg you will forgive me--"

-

-But his father could only say, brokenly, "My boy--my boy!"

-

-Blundon, after a few moments, raised his hand for silence, and then, in

-a low voice, but perfectly distinct to the earnest listeners, he said:

-

-"Ladies and gentlemen, them train-robbers have bitten off more than they

-can chew. We had warning of this at Mudhole Junction, and the reg'lar

-engineer--I'm only a substitute--telephoned an hour ago to the

-Stoneville Light Infantry to be here if the train wasn't on time, and no

-doubt the soldiers ain't half a mile away. I've got a young amatoor

-fireman here--Mr. Laurie Vane--who invented an air-brake--"

-

-"That wouldn't work," added Laurie, _sotto voce_.

-

-"--And the robbers took him to set the brakes so they could run away

-with the ingine and express car. But this smart young gentleman

-disconnected the coil of the brakes, and everything about this train is

-just the same as if it was nailed to the tracks. The ingine can spit

-sparks, but she can't turn a wheel, and I'm thinkin' they'll be

-monkeyin' with her until the Stoneville Light Infantry comes along and

-bags 'em every one!"

-

-A silent hand-clapping greeted this; then all the passengers, keeping

-perfectly still, waited for their rescuers to arrive. Meanwhile a great

-noise and whacking went on outside, as the robbers vainly struggled to

-make the engine move. Laurie sat, his arm about his father's neck, and

-although he said but little, every glance was an appeal for forgiveness.

-Blundon had made him out something of a hero in resource, and his

-father's proud recognition of it was plain to all. After fifteen

-minutes' waiting, under high tension, Blundon, peering closely into the

-surrounding darkness, uttered a suppressed chuckle.

-

-"They're comin'," he said. "The robbers don't see 'em; they are too busy

-with the ingine."

-

-A pause followed, unbroken by a word; then a yell, as the robbers

-realized they were surrounded. The passengers locked up in the

-drawing-room car could see little of the scuffle, but they heard it, and

-in a few minutes the door was wrenched open, and an officer in uniform

-announced that the robbers were captured, and called for the engineer to

-come and take charge of the engine.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-Laurie and Blundon both wear watches with inscriptions on them--gifts

-from the railway company. Laurie is living in his father's house, and

-has altogether given up his dream of inventing a new brake, and is

-reading law very hard, much to his father's delight; and people say,

-"Did you ever see a father and son so fond of one another as Mr. Vane

-and that boy of his?"

-

-And Laurie has several times asked his father, dryly, if he was really

-sorry that his only son had studied up the subject of air-brakes when he

-ought to have been in the class-room. Laurie has promised Blundon that

-once in two years at least he will go to Mudhole Junction. They have had

-but one meeting as yet, since Laurie left, when Blundon sagely remarked:

-

-"Mr. Vane, sir, I think you did a sight better in holding that train

-down to the track with them ordinary brakes than you ever will with any

-of your own. But the best thing you did, after all, was to ask your

-father's pardon, and you ought to have done it a year before, Mr. Vane,

-sir."

-

-

-

-

-A NEW USE FOR APES.

-

-

-Here's a great note about two very interesting things--golf and monkeys.

-According to an English paper, lately received, while pets are mostly

-kept for the purpose of merely being petted, now and then they are

-taught to make themselves useful. The latest instance of the useful pet,

-the journal states, is in the case of certain apes which have been

-trained to act as caddies in the now fashionable game of golf. The

-caddie is indispensable to a golf player, and a Miss Dent, whose

-brother, Lieutenant Dent, of the United States Navy, has recently

-returned to America from the China station, has two Formosa apes which

-he brought here, and which they have trained to the business of caddies.

-They wear liveries of white duck, and each has a Turkish fez.

-

-

-

-

-THE BOY SOLDIER IN CAMP.

-

-BY RICHARD BARRY.

-

-

-In every boy's heart--I am sure in every American boy's heart--there

-lies a love for martial things. The sound of a fife and drum, the sight

-of a soldier's uniform, stir him and set his blood a-tingling. Does

-there exist anywhere a boy or a man who has not "played soldier" at some

-time in his life? No; I judge not in this country.

-

-Everyone who witnessed the Columbian parades in New York remembers the

-march of the city school-boys. With shoulders and heads erect they kept

-their well-formed lines; their young officers knew what they were about,

-and gave their orders sharp and clear.

-

-These boys had been drilled every week on the playground, the street, or

-in one of the regimental armories, and they had caught the spirit of the

-thing.

-

-Some people have been foolish enough to decry military training in our

-public schools. Have they ever thought that these boys will soon be

-large enough to carry real muskets if it should be necessary? The big

-majority of our soldiers in the last great war were under the age of

-twenty-four. But there are other things to be considered.

-

-The writer has for some years past been interested in one of the largest

-boys' clubs in the city of New York. It has grown from a rather unruly

-mob of youngsters, gathered from the streets and tenements of the great

-East Side, to an orderly, well-governed body of over three hundred boys,

-who can be trusted to preserve their own decorum in the club-rooms, and

-who do not need a policeman to make them toe the proper mark. A military

-formation has accomplished this. A large drum-and-fife corps keeps up

-the interest, and the officers and most of the governors of the club are

-chosen from among the boys themselves. A military training promotes a

-respect for proper authority, which is the foundation of all thoroughly

-good citizenship.

-

-But as this is not a lecture on the advantages of the system, we must

-come to the point--the boy soldier in camp. No doubt the most pleasant

-as well as the most useful part of the drill life of our militia

-regiments is the week's encampment at Peekskill. The men come back brown

-and healthy, and with the satisfaction of having learned something. An

-encampment of boys can accomplish the same results.

-

-At Orrs Mills, Cornwall-on-Hudson, an experiment has been tried with

-great success during the past summer. A camp of instruction and

-recreation was established, and the results should encourage other

-attempts in the same direction.

-

-The life of the soldier boys was a combination of duty, which might be

-called pleasant work, and play. The routine of a regular encampment was

-followed, and as one regiment or brigade left, another took its place,

-the same as at Peekskill.

-

-These boys belonged to a Baptist military organization; they were all in

-charge of an instructor who ranked as Colonel, but the Majors,

-Adjutants, Captains, Lieutenants, and non-commissioned officers were

-boys of from twelve to fourteen.

-

-[Illustration: GUARD MOUNT.]

-

-In the early morning the boy bugler turned the camp out at reveille, and

-the sergeants called the first roll; then the companies marched to

-breakfast in the mess-tent, where plain wholesome food was provided in

-plenty. After the meal came guard-mount, a ceremony requiring

-considerable knowledge, and one of the most importance. The old guard

-was relieved and dismissed, and the new one took its place; sentries

-were posted, and the day of the soldier began. Drills and squad details

-followed. Excursions into the neighboring hills, plunges into the

-swimming-pool, and target practice kept the time from dragging, and at

-dress parade in the evening buttons and arms were brightened, the

-regiment took its position on the meadow near the camp, and the

-companies were accounted for. Then the Adjutant read the orders for the

-following day, and the Colonel took command; the drums rolled, the fifes

-shrilled, and as the last note sounded, the cannon roared out sunset,

-and down came the flag. The soldier's day was over. "Taps" set the

-echoes going at nine o'clock, and tired and happy, the boys fell asleep

-in their cots and blankets.

-

-There is no use saying that this does not pay. It is the thing the boys

-like. Tell a boy that a thing is "good for him," and he generally

-dislikes it, but in this case the boys do not have to be told. They take

-to it naturally.

-

-A word as to the starting of a boys' military company might come in well

-here, and might be of interest. It is an easy thing to _start_ one, the

-trouble being to hold it together; and this all depends upon the way one

-goes about it.

-

-All that is necessary at first is to get the boys and find a person who

-is capable and willing to assist them in learning the manual of arms and

-the school of the soldier. Almost any State regiment or separate company

-will supply a man who will take interest enough to attend all drills,

-and give up a fair amount of time for sheer love of soldiering.

-

-There must be one thing kept in mind: there must be no half-way

-interest, and there must be no foolishness; the more serious one is at

-first, the more successful the latter work. It will not take long for a

-boy Lieutenant to be able to take command if he studies; he must enforce

-attention, and be _sure_ in his orders. Once let the others find out

-that he knows well what he is talking about, and they will respect him

-and obey him as eagerly as if he were forty years old and six feet tall.

-

-Arms and uniforms are absolutely necessary, and of course cost money;

-but it is quite surprising at what comparatively small expense a company

-of boys can be outfitted. Drill muskets of wood are the cheapest, and

-can be procured with detachable bayonets, but the best of all is the old

-Springfield smooth bore cut down and reduced to about five pounds in

-weight. A company of boys thirty in number can be equipped with these

-strong pieces at the cost of about sixty dollars. A good uniform costs

-much more; but serviceable fatigue-caps can be purchased for less than a

-dollar, and a uniform made out of good strong blue cloth for five or six

-dollars. Good drums can be procured at about the same expense as the

-uniforms, but it does not pay to get a very cheap drum. By enlisting

-the interest of parents, uncles, and the family in general, an eager

-boy will accomplish wonders in outfitting himself, and a fair or an

-entertainment well worked up will draw funds from unexpected sources.

-

-[Illustration: THE CAMP.]

-

-Supposing, however, that a company of lads connected with a school, a

-society, or perhaps entirely independent, wishes to reap the benefits of

-faithful drilling and go into camp. The first thing to be done is to get

-the older heads to agree in helping out the venture, then to find a

-suitable locality, and one not remote from home.

-

-[Illustration: THE MESS TENT.]

-

-Good drinking-water, and plenty of it, is a _sine qua non_ (this for our

-Latin scholars). The ground should be dry and hard, and in as much of a

-sheltered position as possible, and there should be a wide open field

-devoid of stumps and muddy places for a drill and play ground. One of

-the first difficulties will be the procuring of tents, and here, of

-course, will come a rub. There are, however, many places where they can

-be rented for the purpose in the big cities, and no make-shift wigwams

-should be attempted. In some States the military authorities, approached

-through the proper channels, may be able to loan tents for the purpose,

-and a letter to the Adjutant-General will procure all the information

-upon the subject. But even if tents are not to be had, the idea of a

-military outing need not be given up. A hay-mow is far from a bad place

-to sleep in, and a fair-sized barn will accommodate a large number of

-boys who do not object to roughing it. The cooking could be done camp

-fashion, outside; and that brings us to one of the most important

-points--food, what it costs and how to get it. A cook should be hired,

-and one man can cook for a large number if he has a detail of young

-soldiers to help him with the mess-gear. Every boy should bring, besides

-his blankets, a knife, fork, and spoon, and a tin plate and cup. It will

-cost to feed a healthy boy in camp at least forty cents a day; the thing

-to avoid is waste.

-

-In such a short article as this it is out of the question to go into

-general detail, and of course without the help of older people and

-without funds it is impossible to do anything.

-

-A boys' encampment should be managed by the boys themselves so far as

-the duties are concerned. They should be responsible for their own order

-and behavior, but of course it is necessary to have some one with

-experience at the very head, and a doctor or a surgeon must be enlisted

-for the time. This is most important. Any militia regiment would provide

-a volunteer for the position of Colonel or post commander, and care

-should be taken that he is a man who is well fitted to instruct and

-versed in the usages of camp life.

-

-Three or four things the boys must have constantly in mind. While they

-are supposed to have all the enjoyment they can, they must remember that

-they are soldiers, and that duty is first. Once looked at seriously in

-this light, it is wonderfully surprising how quickly a boy will learn.

-Another thing to remember is that every one of them may be an officer

-some day, and that his companions recognize merit as quickly as men do,

-and that he must listen. To a young officer a good word of advice is,

-"make your men listen"; and that can be accomplished by speaking

-distinctly and evenly, and not pompously or in a shambling, careless

-manner.

-

-They say that a week in camp is worth a winter's drill; and if the

-advantages are so great for our grown-up soldiers, they will of course

-work the same way with the boys.

-

-During the war of the rebellion a military school in Virginia turned out

-into active service on the Confederate side. They actually met and

-fought grown men, and stood their ground bravely. Discipline made men of

-them, and a pride in their organization put years on their shoulders. Of

-course it is not expected that our boy companies will be called upon to

-fight nowadays, but as the strength of a nation often depends on the

-striplings in the ranks, it can work no possible harm to begin early. We

-trust that in the next year there will be many new encampments, many new

-companies formed, and that the various State governments will give all

-encouragement to the boy soldiers who in a few years may serve them well

-in the National Guard in case of riot or of trouble.

-

-

-

-

-SOME CLEVER CHILDREN.

-

-

-The children of the town of Clitheroe, in England, are not afraid to ask

-for what they want. According to an item in the Lancashire _Daily Post_

-a meeting of the children of Clitheroe was recently held in the

-market-place to petition the Town Council to provide them with

-play-grounds. There was a fair number present. A boy named John Yates

-presided. It was decided to send the Mayor and Corporation the following

-memorial: "We, the children of Clitheroe, in public meeting assembled,

-beg to lay before you our needs in the matter of play-grounds. We have

-none; if we play at all, we are forced to play in the streets. Then, by

-your instructions, we are liable to be pounced upon by the police and

-prosecuted. Such a state of things, we venture to suggest, is very

-unfair to us, and seeing that you are elected to your positions by our

-fathers and mothers, and as we are sure they would not object to pay a

-little extra in taxes for our benefit--we are perfectly aware that to

-provide play-grounds would incur expense--we beg of you to take this

-matter into your serious consideration, and do honor to yourselves by

-recognizing our needs and providing us with play-grounds."

-

-It would seem as if it ought to prove very difficult to the authorities

-to refuse to yield to so reasonable and respectfully framed a request as

-this. Certainly the future of the town of Clitheroe should be an

-interesting one, seeing what style of citizens it is likely to have when

-these brave little boys and girls grow up and "run things" to suit

-themselves.

-

-

-

-

-A FAIR EXPLANATION.

-

-

-There are some men who are never at a loss to give an explanation of any

-thing they are asked about, and often they do not go so far wrong even

-when they have no actual knowledge in the matter. Among these, according

-to a story lately encountered, is a boatswain of one of the large

-transatlantic steamers. A little time ago, as the story has it, one of

-the crew of this steamer (while the passengers were at dinner) picked up

-a menu, and seeing on the top "Table d'hote," inquired of one of his

-mates the meaning of it.

-

-"What does this 'ere mean, Joe?"

-

-Joe, taking the menu, gazed on it with a puzzled air, scratched his

-head, and said: "I can't make nothing out of it. Let's go to old Coffin;

-he's a scholard, and sure to know."

-

-On giving the menu to the boatswain, he thoughtfully stroked his chin,

-and said: "Well, look 'ere, mates, it's like this 'ere. Them swells down

-in the saloon have some soup, a bit of fish, a bit of this, and a bit of

-that, and a hit of summat else, and calls it 'table dottie.' We haves

-'table dottie,' only we mixes it all together and calls it Irish stew."

-

-

-

-

-GRANDFATHER'S ADVENTURES.

-

-KIDNAPPING POOR COOLIES.

-

-BY CAPTAIN HOWARD PATTERSON.

-

-

-The rain was sweeping a musical tattoo against the windows of the room

-in which Ralph Pell was devouring an ancient volume of sea-yarns,

-discovered by him that morning among other old books in the attic chest,

-and which collection represented the little ship's library that had been

-carried by Grandfather Sterling's vessel on many long and venturesome

-voyages to all quarters of the globe. In a sleepy-hollow chair near the

-window that overlooked a sweep of sodden meadow-land sat the old sailor,

-his eyes closed, and his head nodding over a long-stemmed pipe in which

-the fire had gone out some time before, but whose mouth-piece he held

-between his lips with something like the tenacity of a bull-dog's grip.

-

-As Ralph ran his eyes along the line of type that marked the ending of

-the last story, he gave expression to a sigh in which enjoyment and

-regret were equally divided, and turned the leaves of the book through

-his fingers idly, as though reluctant to realize that he had parted

-company with its sea heroes, buccaneers, beautiful captive maidens, and

-other characters who had played their several parts against backgrounds

-of tempest, fire, and piracy.

-

-"Grandpop!" he called, gently, and the old man slept on. "Oh, grandpop!"

-he said, in a louder voice; but the grizzled seaman responded only by a

-little deeper snore and a tighter hold upon the stem of his pipe. A

-mischievous look stole into Ralph's eyes. Suddenly he called out strong,

-"There goes flukes!"

-

-"Where away?" shouted Grandfather Sterling, dropping his pipe and

-jumping excitedly to his feet, imagining that he was on board of a

-whaling-ship, and that the lookout had reported a school of whales in

-sight.

-

-At this Ralph threw himself back in his chair, laughing heartily, and

-did not observe the old sailor's look of bewilderment change to that of

-comprehension and fun-making. Grandfather quietly laid hold of the

-fire-bellows hanging on the chimney front, stole across the room to

-Ralph's chair, and just as its occupant was indulging in a renewed burst

-of mirth the nozzle of the bellows found its way into his generously

-open mouth, and a strong and unexpected rush of air sent his head

-bumping against the back cushion.

-

-"There she blows! There she blows!" yelled Grandfather Sterling, as he

-worked the bellows handles energetically.

-

-After the merriment had ended, and the Captain's pipe had been recovered

-and lit, Ralph said:

-

-"Grandpop, there's a story in that old book of yours about the way that

-the poor coolies were deceived in the East Indies and taken to other

-countries to work as slaves. Do you know any stories about them?"

-

-The old sailor nodded an affirmative. Ralph was all excitement in a

-moment.

-

-"Oh, tell the story, grandpop, please! When did it happen, and what is

-it about?"

-

-Captain Sterling allowed a cloud of smoke to float slowly upward in

-front of him in order to screen the look of mischief in his gray eyes,

-then answered,

-

-"It happened a good many years ago, Ralph, and it is about a ship that I

-was an officer on when she was in the coolie trade."

-

-Ralph jumped to his feet in amazement.

-

-"Grandfather," he said, with a break in his voice, "you don't mean that

-_you_ were once little better than a negro-slaver? It can't be true.

-You're only fooling; now tell the truth, grandpop."

-

-The ashes in the bowl of his pipe seemed to require all of the Captain's

-attention as he replied, quite meekly,

-

-"Yes, Ralph, it's kinder tough to admit it, but the truth is I was once

-a member of the crew of the most noted 'coolie packet' in the business."

-

-Seeing the grieved, reproachful look on Ralph's face, the Captain added:

-

-"Of course it may make you think a little better of your grandfather

-when I tell you that I would not have joined such a vessel willingly,

-and that I did not know her character until I was on board."

-

-Ralph hurried to his grandfather's side, passed his arm affectionately

-around the old man's neck, and said, in a relieved way:

-

-"I'm so glad you said that, grandpop, because I wouldn't want to know

-that my grandfather had ever been a coolie-stealer. And now, after

-scaring a fellow so badly, the least you can do to make things square is

-to tell the story in your best style, which you would call 'ship-shape

-and Bristol fashion.'"

-

-"All right, my boy, I'll do penance in that way; and now to begin:

-

-"I had gone out to China as second mate of the ship _White Cloud_. She

-was an old vessel, and in a typhoon that we made acquaintance with had

-been so badly strained and damaged that we just managed to reach port by

-keeping all hands at the pumps day and night for more than a week. A

-board of survey condemned the ship, pronouncing her unfit for further

-service, so all hands were paid off, and we then cast about for other

-berths. I was offered several chances to go before the mast, but having

-been an officer, I disliked to again enter the forecastle. I had

-considerable money, so held back, waiting for something better to turn

-up. At last I was told by one of the shipping-masters that a big English

-vessel had dropped anchor in the harbor to send her second mate to the

-hospital, as he was suffering with the fever peculiar to that coast, and

-that I could get the vacant office by applying to the British Consul. I

-at once made my way to the consulate, saw the Captain of the _Irving

-Castle_, hurriedly signed articles to serve as her second officer, and

-an hour from that time was on board the ship. As soon as I stepped over

-the rail I saw that she was a 'coolie-runner,' and would have backed out

-if possible; but it was too late, so I was forced to make the best of a

-bad bargain.

-

-"I will not attempt to describe to you the horrors of that voyage--how

-we ran out of water owing to calms and head-winds, and how sickness

-ravaged among the wretched creatures packed like pigs in the hold of the

-ship. You may get an idea of that fearful time when I tell you that out

-of the eight hundred coolies that we had on board at the time of

-sailing, only one hundred and fifty lived to reach the port where the

-full measure of their deception and betrayal was realized. The poor

-ignorant fellows had understood that the contract signed by them was

-simply an agreement to work on a plantation at good wages, and that they

-were to be free agents to remain or to be returned to their country

-after a short time, when the expense of their passage had been worked

-out. Instead of that they discovered that such an exorbitant rate was

-charged for their transportation that it would require several years'

-labor to clear them of debt, and a like number more before they would be

-entitled to the return voyage. Protest availed them nothing, and they

-were led away as so many slaves to begin their weary servitude.

-

-"I was heart-sick of the trade, and a little ashamed, too, of sailing

-under a foreign flag, so I left the _Irving Castle_ at the first

-opportunity. I know that all hands were glad to see the 'Yankee' go, for

-I had held up the honor of my own country in a rather forcible way on

-several occasions when the discussion as to the wars of 1776 and 1812

-had waxed warm beyond the limits of what might be called gentlemanly

-argument.

-

-"And now, my boy, you know how it was that I came to serve on a

-'coolie-slaver' under the British flag."

-

-

-

-

-THE IMP OF THE TELEPHONE.

-

-BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.

-

-I.--JIMMIEBOY MAKES HIS ACQUAINTANCE.

-

-

-The telephone was ringing, of that there was no doubt, and yet no one

-went to see what was wanted, which was rather strange. The cook had a

-great way of rushing up from the kitchen to where the 'phone stood in

-the back hall whenever she heard its sounding bells, because a great

-many of her friends were in the habit of communicating with her over the

-wire, and she didn't like to lose the opportunity to hear all that was

-going on in the neighborhood. And then, too, Jimmieboy's papa was at

-work in the library not twenty feet away, and surely one would hardly

-suppose that he would let it ring as often as Jimmieboy had heard it

-this time--I think there were as many as six distinct rings--without

-going to ask the person at the other end what on earth he was making all

-that noise about. So it was altogether queer that after sounding six

-times the bell should fail to summon any one to see what was wanted.

-Finally it rang loud and strong for a seventh time, and, although he

-wasn't exactly sure about it, Jimmieboy thought he heard a whisper

-repeated over and over again, which said, "Hullo, Jimmieboy! Jimmieboy,

-Hullo! Come to the telephone a moment, for I want to speak to you."

-

-Whether there really was any such whisper as that or not, Jimmieboy did

-not delay an instant in rushing out into the back hall and climbing upon

-a chair that stood there to answer whoever it was that was so anxious to

-speak to somebody.

-

-"Hullo, you!" he said, as he got his little mouth over the receiver.

-

-"Hullo!" came the whisper he thought he had heard before. "Is that you,

-Jimmieboy?"

-

-"Yes. It's me," returned Jimmieboy. "Who are you?"

-

-"I'm me, too," answered the whisper with a chuckle. "Some people call me

-Hello Hithere Whoareyou, but my real name is Impy. I am the Imp of the

-Telephone, and I live up here in this little box right over where your

-mouth is."

-

-"Dear me!" ejaculated Jimmieboy in pleased surprise. "I didn't know

-anybody ever lived in that funny little closet, though I had noticed it

-had a door with a key-hole in it."

-

-"Yes, I can see you now through the key-hole, but you can't see me,"

-said the Imp, "and I'm real sorry you can't, for I am ever so pretty. I

-have beautiful mauve-colored eyes with eyelashes of pink, long and fine

-as silk. My eyebrows are sort of green like the lawn gets after a sun

-shower in the late spring. My hair, which is hardly thicker than the

-fuzzy down or the downy fuzz--as you prefer it--of a peach, is colored

-like the lilac, and my clothes are a bright red, and I have a pair of

-gossamer wings to fly with."

-

-"Isn't there any chance of my ever seeing you?" asked Jimmieboy.

-

-"Why, of course," said the Imp. "Just the best chance in all the world.

-Do you remember the little key your papa uses to lock his new cigar box

-with?"

-

-"The little silver key he carries on the end of his watch chain?"

-queried Jimmieboy, eagerly.

-

-"The very same," said the Imp, "That key is the only key in this house

-that will fit this lock. If you can get it and will open the door you

-can see me, and if you will eat a small apple I give you when we do

-meet, you will smallen up until you are big enough to get into my room

-here and see what a wonderful place it is. Do you think you can get the

-key?"

-

-"I don't know," Jimmieboy answered. "I asked papa to let me have it

-several times already, but he has always said no."

-

-"It looks hopeless, doesn't it?" returned the Imp. "But I'll tell you

-how I used to do with my dear old father when he wouldn't let me have

-things I wanted. I'd just ask him the same old question over and over

-again in thirteen different ways, and if I didn't get a yes in answer to

-one of 'em, why, I'd know it was useless; but the thirteenth generally

-brought me the answer I wanted."

-

-"I suppose that would be a good way," said Jimmieboy, "but I really

-don't see how I could ask for the key in thirteen different ways."

-

-"You don't, eh?" said the Imp, in a tone of disappointment. "Well, I

-_am_ surprised. You are the first little boy I have had anything to do

-with who couldn't ask for a thing, no matter what it was, in thirteen

-different ways. Why, it's as easy as falling up stairs."

-

-"Tell me a few ways," suggested Jimmieboy.

-

-"Well, first there is the direct way," returned the Imp, "You say just

-as plainly as can be, 'Daddy, I want the key to your cigar box.' He will

-reply, 'No, you are too young to smoke,' and that will make your mamma

-laugh, which will be a good thing in case your papa is feeling a little

-cross when you ask him. There is nothing that puts a man in a good humor

-so quickly as laughing at his jokes. That's way number one," continued

-the Imp. "You wait five minutes before you try the second way, which is,

-briefly, to climb upon your father's knee and say, 'There are two ends

-to your watch chain, aren't there, papa?' He'll say, 'Yes; everything

-has two ends except circles, which haven't any'; then you laugh, because

-he may think that's funny, and then you say, 'You have a watch at one

-end, haven't you?' His answer will be, 'Yes; it has been there fifteen

-years, and although it has been going all that time it hasn't gone yet.'

-You must roar with laughter at that, and then ask him what he has at

-the other end, and he'll say, 'The key to my cigar box,' to which you

-must immediately reply, 'Give it to me, won't you?' And so you go on,

-leading up to that key in everything you do or say for the whole day, if

-it takes that long to ask for it thirteen times. If he doesn't give it

-to you then, you might as well give up, for you'll never get it. It

-always worked when I was little, but it may have been because I put the

-thirteenth question in rhyme every time. If I wanted a cream cake, I'd

-ask for it and ask for it, and if at the twelfth time of asking I hadn't

-got it, I'd put it to him finally this way--

-

-  "'_I used to think that you could do_

-    _Most everything; but now I see_

-  _You can't, for it appears that you_

-    _Can't give a creamy cake to me._'"

-

-"But I can't write poetry," said Jimmieboy.

-

-"Oh, yes you can!" laughed the Imp. "Anybody can. I've written lots of

-it. I wrote a poem to my papa once which pleased him very much, though

-he said he was sorry I had discovered what he called his secret."

-

-"Have you got it with you?" asked Jimmieboy, very much interested in

-what the Imp was saying, because he had often thought, as he reflected

-about the world, that of all the men in it his papa seemed to him to be

-the very finest, and it was his great wish to grow up to be as like him

-as possible; and surely if any little boy could, as the Imp had said,

-write some kind of poetry, he might, after all, follow in the footsteps

-of his father, whose every production, Jimmieboy's mamma said, was just

-as nice as it could be.

-

-"Yes. I have it here, where I keep everything, in my head. Just glue

-your ear as tightly as you can to the 'phone and I'll recite it for you.

-This is it:

-

-  "_I've watched you, papa, many a day._

-    _And think I know you pretty well;_

-  _You've been my chum--at work, at play--_

-    _You've taught me how to romp and spell._

-

-  "_You've taught me how to sing sweet songs;_

-    _You've taught me how to listen, too;_

-  _You've taught me rights; you've shown me wrongs;_

-    _You've made me love the good and true._

-

-  "_Sometimes you've punished me, and I_

-    _Sometimes have wept most grievously_

-  _That yours should lie the hand whereby_

-    _The things I wished were kept from me._

-

-  "_Sometimes I've thought that you were stern;_

-    _Sometimes I could not understand_

-  _Why you should make my poor heart burn_

-    _By scoldings and by reprimand._

-

-  "_Yet as it all comes back, I see_

-    _My sorrows, though indeed most sore_

-  _In those dear days they seemed to me,_

-    _Grieved you at heart by far the more._

-

-  "_The frowns that wrinkled up your brow,_

-    _That grieved your little son erstwhile,_

-  _As I reflect upon them now,_

-    _Were always softened by a smile._

-

-  "_That shone, dear father, in your eyes;_

-    _A smile that was but ill concealed,_

-  _By which the love that in you lies_

-    _For me, your boy, was e'er revealed._"

-

-Here the Imp stopped.

-

-"Go on," said Jimmieboy, softly. "Tell me some more."

-

-"There isn't any more," replied the Imp. "When I got that far I couldn't

-write any more, because I kind of got running over. I didn't seem to fit

-myself exactly. Myself was too big for myself, and so I had to stop and

-sort of settle down again."

-

-"Your papa must have been very much pleased," suggested Jimmieboy.

-

-"Yes, he was," said the Imp; "although I noticed a big tear in his eye

-when I read it to him; but he gave me a great big hug for the poem, and

-I was glad I'd written it. But you must run along and get that key, for

-my time is very short, and if we are to see Magnetville and all the wire

-country we must be off."

-

-"Perhaps if the rhyme always brings about the answer you want, it would

-be better for me to ask the question that way first, and not bother him

-with the other twelve ways," suggested Jimmieboy.

-

-"That's very thoughtful of you," said the Imp. "I think very likely it

-would be better to do it that way. Just you tiptoe softly up to him and

-say,

-

-  "_If you loved me as I love you,_

-    _And I were you and you were me,_

-  _What you asked me I'd surely do,_

-    _And let you have that silver key._"

-

-"I think that's just the way," said Jimmieboy, repeating the verse over

-and over again so as not to forget it. "I'll go to him at once."

-

-And he did go. He tiptoed into the library, at one end of which his papa

-was sitting writing; he kissed him on his cheek, and whispered the verse

-softly in his ear.

-

-"Why certainly," said his papa, when he had finished. "Here it is,"

-taking the key from the end of his chain. "Don't lose it, Jimmieboy."

-

-[Illustration: BEFORE HIM STOOD THE IMP.]

-

-"No, I'll not lose it. I've got too much use for it to lose it," replied

-Jimmieboy, gleefully, and then, sliding down from his papa's lap, he ran

-headlong into the back hall to where the telephone stood, inserted the

-key in the key-hole of the little door over the receiver and turned it.

-The door flew open, and before him stood the Imp.

-

-[TO BE CONTINUED.]

-

-

-

-

-[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]

-

-

-Two weeks ago, in commenting upon the Spirit displayed by a certain

-class of scholastic athletes--they cannot properly be called

-sportsmen--I remarked that should ribbons be offered as prizes at future

-interscholastic track-athletic games, I feared five-eighths of those who

-enter under existing conditions would take no further interest in the

-sports. I feared at the time this might be a slight exaggeration, and I

-hope it is: but that my assumption was well grounded there is no doubt.

-I heard of one young man, who proudly canters about the cinder track in

-the spring-time, and claims to be a sportsman, who upon reading the

-paragraph in question exclaimed: "Ribbons? Well, I guess not. You can

-bet that if they had ribbons for prizes, _I_ would be one of the

-five-eighths that would drop out!"

-

-If the awarding of ribbons as prizes could purge the ranks of school

-athletics of such cup-hunting, medal-seeking mercenaries as that young

-man frankly admits he is, I devoutly hope and pray the expedient may be

-adopted. In chemistry there is a way of testing fluids for impurities by

-applying certain acids. If some good genie would only come up out of the

-earth and apply the ribbon test to interscholastic sport as conducted in

-New York city, I can assure him he would get a response that would

-startle him. But I don't suppose there is any use of advocating the

-ribbon scheme. I know, as well as the next man, that it would be

-impracticable. The custom of awarding prizes of value has become too

-general for us to be able to do away with it, even in behalf of such a

-holy cause as the purification of sport. Such a step, too, would injure

-the clean as well as the unclean, and although there is no doubt the

-former would be quite willing to suffer temporarily for the sake of

-redeeming or of getting rid of the latter, the suggestion is too

-radical, I am well aware, to be put into execution. We shall have to

-look for some other method of routing these Tammanyites of

-interscholastic sport.

-

-A great many of these mercenary medal-hunters, like the young man I have

-quoted, will probably sneer at what I am now saying, and will perhaps

-consider me a crank. But a few years from now, if they still remain in

-the field of athletics (if they have not been chased out of it by

-ribbons or some other purifying element), they will see that I am right,

-and that this Department is none too severe in its arraignment of this

-class of sports. For they are "sports." They are not "sportsmen." There

-is a big difference between a "sport" and a "sportsman." A true

-"sportsman" is always a gentleman by instinct, if not by birth and

-education, and he engages in sport for sport's sake only. He does by

-others as he would be done by. A "sport" enters contests for mercenary

-motives, and as a rule prefers to do others.

-

-Young men who are just entering athletics, who are going into contests

-with other amateurs, and hope to continue to engage in sports through

-their school days and college days, and even after that time during

-hours not devoted to the serious work of life, cannot too soon become

-convinced of the fact and imbued with the idea that true sportsmanship

-lies in playing for the sake of the game, and not for the sake of the

-victory or for the prize that victory may bring. "Sport for sport's

-sake" should be the motto of every scholastic athletic association in

-the country, and of every boy who takes part in any game--from marbles

-up.

-

-[Illustration: Argensinger, m'g'r.

-

-Edwards, r. g. Kafer, f.-b.

-

-Righter, l. e. Noble, sub. Powell, q.-b. Dibble, l. h.-b. and Capt.

-Arrott, sub. Emerson, r. t.

-

-Cadwalader, l. t. Richards, l. g. Davis r. h.-b Eddy, r. e. Simons, c.

-

-THE LAWRENCEVILLE FOOTBALL TEAM.]

-

-In all justice, however, to these young men whom I am addressing as they

-probably never have been addressed before, let me say that their

-"sporting" spirit (and I use this word here in the sense of a bad

-mercenary spirit in matters of sport) is largely due to the attitude

-adopted by some of the principals of the New York schools. I do not

-hesitate a moment to put a large part of the blame on these principals,

-because they deserve it, and are directly responsible for a great deal

-of the unsportsmanlike conduct of the boys who attend their schools. If

-they chose, they could easily prevent a great deal of the evil that is

-done to the true spirit of sportsmanship. But they do not look at it in

-that way. Their idea is to encourage sport for the sake of the medals to

-be won, and they look upon a championship as one of the best of

-advertisements for their school. Medals, medals, and more medals; and

-let sport take care of itself! There was a rumor last spring that one of

-the New York principals made one of his pupils sign an agreement to the

-effect that he would only enter in certain events at the interscholastic

-games. The young man was after medals, and wanted to grab for several;

-but the older "sport" was wiser, and he knew there was a better chance

-for gold or silver disks if the energy was concentrated on certain

-ones. All this may be idle talk and without the slightest foundation. I

-hope it is; but it was a good healthy rumor, at any rate, last spring.

-

-The managers of the New York Football Association are having

-considerable difficulty in securing the services of college graduates to

-act as umpires and referees at interscholastic championship games. It is

-easy to see that this might very well be a hard task, for the games are

-played at Williamsbridge, and it means a whole afternoon devoted to the

-purpose for a college graduate--in all probability in business--to

-accept an invitation to act as an official on these occasions.

-Nevertheless, in this great city of New York there ought to be a

-sufficient number of graduates of the local schools, likewise graduates

-of colleges, familiar enough with the game to be efficient, and willing

-to devote at least one or two afternoons of the season to the good work

-of advancing the interests of football in the schools.

-

-It is not right to expect the players to do everything. They deserve

-some encouragement from their elders; and it certainly is discouraging

-for two teams to appear on the field, and find that there are no

-officials to conduct the play. It is not advisable to have officers of

-the N.Y.I.S.F.B.A., or other students or tutors of the schools, act as

-officials, because disputes are more liable to occur under these

-circumstances. And yet if there is no one else at hand or available, it

-is better to take such men for officials than to call the game off. But

-I believe that by using forethought and energy enough college men can be

-found to act as umpires and referees for the remaining games this

-season. Students of the schools are perfectly competent to serve as

-linesmen.

-

-An example of the undesirability of student officials was the recent

-game between Cheshire and the Hopkins Grammar School. The reports of

-that contest as given by the newspapers are something appalling to

-contemplate. If we could believe them we should almost feel like giving

-up our faith in the sportsmanship of that region. Aside from other

-misdeeds, which have nothing to do with sport, credited to them, the

-Hopkins Grammar lads are accused of having played one or more Yale

-medical students on their team. On the other hand, the New Haven players

-accuse their opponents of playing several teachers. (If this be true I

-commend last week's Interscholastic Sport columns to the Cheshire

-scholars.) But whatever the rights and the wrongs of the case may be, it

-is a disgraceful state of affairs, and one that we can well afford to

-pass over in silence as far as the details are concerned.

-

-The point I was leading up to is that the disabled Captain of the

-Hopkins team is reported to have acted as umpire, his place on the field

-being taken by a player named Jewett. The report of the game as printed

-in a New Haven paper goes on to say: "Neither side scored until just

-before the whistle was blown for the end of the first half, when Acting

-Captain Jewett of Hopkins secured the ball and rushed over the line.

-Cheshire claimed time was up, and, according to their version, they were

-supported by the Hopkins Captain as umpire. Acting Captain Jewett,

-however, decided to quit, and the game stopped. Then followed trouble."

-There it is in a nutshell. Jewett decided to quit, because he was not

-satisfied with the umpire's decision. And the umpire was the actual

-Captain of the team which Jewett had charge of and which proved a

-"quitter." If there is anything a sportsman justly despises it is a

-"quitter."

-

-But the Hopkins Grammar players are not the only ones subject to the

-edifying affection commonly called sulks. Last week the French-American

-College and the High-School teams of Springfield, Massachusetts, met in

-a "friendly contest." They were going to play for "sport," of course.

-(Sport for sport's sake, you remember.) Well, it seems that two

-instructors, Mr. Turner and Mr. McGregor, officiated as referee and

-umpire. There was an off-side play, and both officials so agreed and

-decided. Then the College team refused to play any further, and became

-quitters. What I cannot understand in all this is why any team of

-presumably sensible young men, after having agreed to abide by the

-decisions of gentlemen in whom at the time they must have had

-confidence, should refuse to abide by a decision as soon as one is made

-against them. I have said so many times in the few lines that I have

-written this week that this or that was unsportsmanlike, that I think we

-had better drop this painful subject now and turn to something more

-cheerful.

-

-It would seem from the score of the recent game between Hartford High

-and Hillhouse High, that the former had had a hard time of it. In

-reality, the victory was an easy one. Hartford caught the ball at the

-kick-off, and by a series of carefully planned plays forced it down the

-field and over Hillhouse's line for a touch-down. These were the only

-points scored, although the ball was in Hillhouse's territory during

-most of the game. Play was carried on in a pouring rain, which made runs

-around the end almost impossible. Most of the gains on both sides were

-obtained by sending the runners between guard and centre or guard and

-tackle. New Haven's team was as good as could be gotten out of the

-school, but it was considerably inferior in ability and weight to

-Hartford's. Smith and Erickson were weak at the end positions, but not

-much worse than their opponents; but the tackles, Collet and Russell,

-were strong.

-

-The Hartford centre was superior to that of the New Haven team, and had

-little trouble in making holes for the backs to plunge through. McQuade

-at full-back did fully as well as Hartford's man Luce, who is looked

-upon as the crack player in his position in the league, and he was

-responsible for a number of the advances made by his side. On the whole,

-the weather conditions were such as to make a just criticism of the work

-of either team impossible, because no doubt most of the fumbling and

-poor tackling was due to the slippery condition of things in general.

-There was a good deal of ragged playing, however, that cannot be excused

-even on the ground of rain and mud, and Hillhouse especially needs to

-brace up and give attention to interference, and to the breaking up of

-interference.

-

-Hartford put up a good game a few days later against the Yale Freshmen,

-who defeated the school team 20 to 0. There was no scoring done in the

-first half except a safety by Hartford. In the second the Yale men sent

-eight fresh players into the field, and from then on Hartford had little

-show of winning. I think if the same teams had played from start to

-finish, there would have been a different story to tell at the end of

-the game.

-

-Parental interference in boys' sports is always to be regretted,

-especially if the sport is being carried on under rules and conditions

-which experience has shown to be good ones, and under the supervision of

-older persons, who are, as trainers and coaches, just as anxious for the

-young player's health and condition as the most nervous mother could be.

-If a boy is sent to a private school it is fair to presume that his

-parents have confidence in the judgment and integrity of the principal

-and instructors, regardless of their intellectual and scholarly

-attainments or of their pedagogical talents. Therefore, if these

-professors, in whom the parents have expressed their confidence by

-confiding their sons to their care, approve of athletic sports in

-general, and of football at this season in particular, the parents,

-being less able to judge of the merits of the question, should allow

-their boys to take part in these sports until they have good reason to

-discredit the instructor's judgment. Parents, as I have frequently said

-before, are too often influenced by exaggerated reports of football

-accidents occurring to untrained players taking part in unscientific

-contests.

-

-There is no danger to a healthy boy who plays football under the

-supervision of a competent coach. For this reason it is my opinion--and

-I am sure the opinion of all lovers of football--that the parents of the

-Barnard School boys who forbade their sons to take part in the game,

-have made a mistake which they will doubtless recognize when they become

-more familiar with the sport. The action of these parents has resulted

-in the disbanding of the first team at Barnard. This eleven had already

-won several victories, and the players were looking forward to earning a

-creditable position in the league, but now all this has been given up.

-

-But the true spirit of sportsmanship has not by any means been

-extinguished in the school. The players with the objecting parents have

-retired, and the first team has fallen to pieces, but the fragments have

-been collected by an energetic captain, and new men have been found who

-practise on the gridiron daily; not with the view of getting into shape

-for this season, but to train players for next year. This is true

-sportsmanship. These boys are going into sport for sport's sake, and

-should be encouraged. They are of the stuff that winning teams are made

-of.

-

-     W. L. DUBOIS, Urbana, Ohio.--You might lighten your racket by

-     scraping it with glass or sand-paper, or by hollowing out the

-     handle. Don't soak it. You will find it more satisfactory in the

-     end to buy another, or to trade your own off for a lighter one.

-

-     K. M. TOWNER, Asbury Park, New Jersey.--A correct diagram of

-     _Defender_ is not to be had. Some of the yachting papers published

-     approximately correct diagrams at the time of the recent races.

-     There will be an article on the construction of model yachts in the

-     volume of HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, which begins with this issue.

-

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-  THE GRADUATE.

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-     Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly

-     answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to

-     hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.

-

-

-OUR PRIZE OFFER.

-

-

-Our prize offer has brought many queries in regard to the rules of the

-competition, the printing, mounting, and marking of the pictures, the

-style of picture required, etc. Though the rules and requirements were

-made as plain and concise as possible, we are quite willing to go more

-into detail and to answer any question which will aid our Camera Club to

-make this competition the best we have yet conducted.

-

-The competition "open to all amateurs" seems to call forth the most

-queries. "Can any one under eighteen take part in it?" "Can an amateur

-under eighteen send pictures to both contests?" "Must an adult amateur

-be a member of the Order?" "May an amateur under eighteen who wishes to

-take part in both competitions send the same picture to each?" are some

-of the questions asked.

-

-The prize offer "open to all amateurs" is, as stated in the circular,

-open to all amateurs who desire to take part in it, _without regard to

-age limit_. This, of course, admits any member of the club under

-eighteen, and any member under eighteen may take part in both

-competitions. Any adult amateur who wishes to enter the competition may

-become a "Patron" of the Order by simply sending name and address on a

-postal to HARPER'S ROUND TABLE. While there is no condition which would

-prevent an amateur sending the same picture to both competitions, it is

-expected that he or she will not do so, as it would be hardly fair to

-allow a picture to win a prize in both competitions, provided it was the

-best of its class, for both are, of course, under the same rules, and

-have the same classes.

-

-One correspondent wishes to know if he may send bromide prints.

-Referring to Rule V, he will see that any printing process may be used,

-with the exception of the blue-print. This is no reflection on the

-blue-print process, which is sometimes preferable for some pictures; but

-blue prints are usually excluded from photographic competitions, as it

-is harder to judge the real merits of a picture from a blue print, and

-they do not reproduce as well as those in black and white.

-

-The date for receiving marine pictures has already closed, but landscape

-pictures will be received until November 18th. It is not too late in the

-season to make landscape pictures, and photographs taken when the trees

-are partly stripped of leaves are sometimes finer than those taken when

-the foliage is in its prime. "Wood interiors" can only be made either in

-the autumn or early spring.

-

-In making landscape do not try to include too much in the picture.

-Landscape artists seldom make a picture which includes extended view.

-They select some picturesque spot, with a clump of bushes and bit of

-stream, perhaps, and make a picture which is a thing of beauty, which

-could not be done if they climbed some lofty hill, and made a picture of

-the wide stretch of landscape before them. A picture answering this

-latter description is entirely out of proportion to the small 4 x 5

-plate into which it is compressed, and can only be used with success in

-a lantern-slide.

-

-Take special pains with the finishing and mounting of the pictures. Do

-not use a 4 x 5 card-mount for a 4 x 5 picture. Use at least a card

-6 x 8 in size. See recent numbers for hints on mounting pictures.

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-     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.

-

-Perhaps the most interesting trip out of Boston, except the one through

-the historic towns of Concord and Lexington, is out along the

-Massachusetts coast to Cape Ann and return. The first part of the run is

-not as interesting as it might be, but after passing Lynn, ten or twelve

-miles out from the city, you reach a good road and pleasant scenery,

-which keep up all the way to the Cape. Perhaps the best plan is to ride

-to Gloucester, have dinner there, then take the ride around the Cape

-back to Gloucester, and come back to Boston by train, or stay overnight

-at Gloucester, and ride home next day. The trip in detail is as follows:

-

-Leave Boston by Chelsea Ferry to Winnisimmet Street and Chelsea by

-Broadway, direct road to Lynn, level and good riding (or as a choice

-route to Lynn run out through Nahant). At Common Street bear to right by

-Lynn Common, then turn to the left at City Hall, taking Essex Street,

-which follow through Upper Swampscott, and bear to left on entering

-South Salem, thus following Lafayette Street, which takes you across

-bridge into Salem. (Good road, with pavement in Salem.) Take Central

-Street, and turn to right to Essex House. Points of interest: Gallows

-Hill at head of Hanson Street, where witches were executed. At corner of

-Essex and North Streets, oldest house in Salem, erected by Roger

-Williams; 27 Union Street, birthplace of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Foot of

-Turner Street is the house of the seven gables. Leaving Salem, Essex

-House, take Church Street, and turn to right in Brown Street to

-Washington Square. Then turn to left to Winter Street, and turn to right

-into Bridge Street, which crosses Beverly Harbor to Beverly. Small hills

-follow, but good gravel road. Take Rantoul Street, and turn to right at

-Bow Street, riding as far as Soldiers' Monument, then bear to the right

-onto Hale Street to Prides Crossing. Keep on Hale Street direct to

-Beverly Farms; fine road along the shore. The road twists and turns, but

-keep bearing to right, and it will bring one through West Manchester to

-Manchester. From hotel on Central Street turn to right at Union Street,

-turn to right onto Washington Street, and turn to left at Summer Street.

-After a run of three miles, turn to right and follow telegraph poles

-into Magnolia. Points of interest: Norman's Woe and Rufe's Chasm. Take

-road through Magnolia Woods, an exceptionally pretty ride, up grade, and

-coasts, winding road. Mason House, Gloucester, is wheelmen's resort.

-Distance to Gloucester, forty miles.

-

-From here there is a fine fifteen-mile circuit ride around Cape Ann

-_viá_ Washington Street, through Riverdale to Annisquam, thence by

-direct road past Bay View, and through Lanesville to Ocean View. Here

-turn to right, and return by Granite Street, through Pigeon Cove, along

-shore to Rockport. Turn to left at Broadway, and to right at Main

-Street, and over Great Hill. The road in sight of ocean about all the

-way around Cape. The way is hilly, with fair surface most of the

-distance. By leaving Boston early in the A.M., the trip to Gloucester

-and around the Cape--a distance of about fifty-five miles--can be done

-in season to take the steamer at 2 P.M., and enjoy a fine refreshing

-sail to Boston; single fare fifty cents. The return trip awheel cannot

-be varied much without considerably increasing the distance. The

-landing-place of the Bennett-Mackay cable is near the route around the

-Cape, and worth a visit. Side trip to it can be taken by way of Main

-Street and Mount Pleasant Avenue and over the hill to Turk's Head Inn.

-One gets on the ride a fine view of Thatcher's Island, Twin

-Light-houses, and Long Beach.

-

-     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. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in No.

-     820. Trenton to Philadelphia in No. 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.

-     Philadelphia-Wissahickon Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West

-     Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City--First Stage in

-     No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland--First

-     Stage in No. 827. Second Stage in No. 828. New York to

-     Boston--Second Stage in No. 829; Third Stage in No. 830; Fourth

-     Stage in No. 831; Fifth Stage in No. 832; Sixth Stage in No. 833.

-     Boston to Concord in No. 834. Boston in No. 835.

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-DEGREES OF BOILING.

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-To make candy intelligently it is necessary to know how to boil sugar.

-There are seven essential degrees to be understood in boiling. The first

-degree, called the small thread, is recognized when the syrup will spin

-a fine thread as it drops from a fork or spoon. The second degree, the

-pearl, is when the sugar is oily in consistency, and spins a long thread

-when tested.

-

-Dip a skimmer into the syrup, and then blow upon it. If the bubbles come

-through the skimmer on the under side it has reached the degree--the

-blow. If, on throwing the syrup with a jerk, while still on the skimmer,

-from you, the sugar separates into fine strings, it is the feather

-degree. The next degree is the soft ball, which you have seen many times

-in making fondant candies.

-

-The crack degree comes quickly after this, and is when the syrup forms a

-clear, brittle candy that will not stick to the teeth. The seventh

-degree is the caramel, which quickly follows the crack degree. Take the

-saucepan hastily from the fire and dip the bottom in a pail of cold

-water, or it will become dark brown in color, and entirely useless.

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-Condensed Milk are comparatively free from sickness. _Infant Health_ is

-a valuable pamphlet for mothers. Send your address for a copy to New

-York Condensed Milk Co., N. Y.--[_Adv._]

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-instant delivery.

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-The great success of the chocolate preparations of the house of =Walter

-Baker & Co.= (established in 1780) has led to the placing on the market

-many misleading and unscrupulous imitations of their name, labels, and

-wrappers. Walter Baker & Co. are the oldest and largest manufacturers of

-pure and high-grade Cocoas and Chocolates on this continent. No

-chemicals are used in their manufactures.

-

-Consumers should ask for, and be sure that they get, the genuine Walter

-Baker & Co.'s goods.

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-cents each. Sold everywhere. _All Genuine_ bear the imprint:

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-just the size of a Silver Dollar. Elegant design in nickel, sterling

-silver, or gold.

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-Programmes for Chapter Evenings.

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-The Washington Chapter, of Racine, Wis., one of the oldest in the Order,

-meets regularly save during the summer months, and the interest does not

-flag. Sir Frank H. Marlott, in telling us about the Chapter, remarks

-that he, and he thinks others, would like to know how Chapters elsewhere

-keep up interest; what they do, and how they do it. We agree with Sir

-Frank, and hence will be glad to receive morsels from Chapter officers

-giving us this information.

-

-One Chapter sends us its record unsolicited. It is the Tennyson, of

-Piqua, Ohio. It was organized two years ago, and has held meetings

-regularly ever since. These meetings occur every two weeks, and take

-place at the homes of the members. The member at whose home the meeting

-is furnishes light refreshments, restricted, we believe, to two

-articles, as coffee and sandwiches, or lemonade and cake. The Chapter is

-composed of Knights only. As most of its members study English history

-at school, that subject was taken up. Programmes are prepared for the

-entire year. Here is the one for the present year:

-

-_September 24th._--Quotations from Tennyson; The English Restoration and

-Revolution. EARL R. NORTH.

-

-_October 8th._--Quotations from Lowell; The Great Inventions and

-Industries of the Age of Queen Anne. LANE L. ANGLE.

-

-_October 22d._--Quotations from Scott; The Age of Queen Anne, 1702-1714.

-ROE L. JOHNSON.

-

-_November 5th._--Quotations from Longfellow; Literature of Queen Anne's

-Reign. FRED MCKINNEY.

-

-_November 19th._--Quotations from Goldsmith; England under George I. and

-George II., 1714-1760. WILLIAM S. RAMSEY.

-

-_December 3d._--Quotations from Emerson; England under George III. and

-George IV. ALLEN G. RUNDLE.

-

-_December 17th._--Quotations from Browning; The Iron Duke. ALBERT B.

-SCHROEDER.

-

-_December 31st._--Quotations from Shakespeare; Five-minute Readings from

-Eighteenth-century Literature. THE CHAPTER.

-

-_January 14th._--Quotations from Hawthorne; The Ministers and Wars of

-the Georges. CHARLES STILWELL.

-

-_January 28th._--Quotations from Dickens; Queen Victoria and her Family.

-WILBER S. LENOX.

-

-_February 11th._--Quotations from Holland; Readings from Carlyle on

-Chartism and Corn Law. JOHN WILKINSON.

-

-_February 25th._--Quotations from Burns; Readings from the Corn-Law

-Poet. JOSEPH F. LOEWI.

-

-_March 10th._--Quotations from Poe; The Ministers of Victoria. AUGUSTUS

-CLEVENGER.

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-_March 24th._--Quotations from Holmes; Foreign Affairs of the Reign of

-Victoria. THE CHAPTER.

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-Our Amateur Journalists Again.

-

-     I have been in the ranks of the amateur journalists about three

-     years. I have made many friends and have gained a great deal

-     of information. My press is a self-inker, and has a chase

-     3-1/8 x 5-1/8. My whole outfit did not cost over twenty-five

-     dollars. This may not seem much to one unacquainted with the

-     circumstances, but, you see, in the first place my pocket-book was

-     not in a very healthy condition, and my mother a widow, and I had

-     to save up all the stray nickels and dimes in order to raise the

-     amount.

-

-     At first it was very difficult for me to set up the type without

-     making pi, but I soon overcame that clumsiness. There are some

-     editors who have plenty of money, and so they hire their paper

-     printed by a professional, and then sneer at those who are less

-     fortunate and call their papers "thumb-nails." According to my way

-     of thinking, there is great credit in printing one's own paper,

-     even if it is not so large and is not always free from errors. But

-     taking it altogether, I am not sorry of my little venture, and hope

-     that brother editors will have no worse experiences than I have

-     had.

-

-

-  WALLACE GIBBS.

-  Publisher _The Sunbeam_.

-  GALVA, ILL.

-

-_The Sunbeam_ is a most creditable paper, particularly so when one

-learns, with surprise, as we did, that it is gotten up on a $25 outfit.

-Sir Wallace ought not to mention his errors in typesetting. One sees

-wrong letters even in great journals.

-

-Another really creditable paper is _The Scribbler_, edited by Robert E.

-James, Jun., 212 North Third Street, Easton, Pa. It is illustrated by

-Easton amateurs--and well illustrated too.

-

-Less pretentious, but very bright, is _The Knight-Errant_--an excellent

-name, by-the-way--edited by Bertram R. White, 616 Lexington Avenue, this

-city. Sir Bertram is one of the old stand-by knights of our Table, and

-deserves his success. We say success, because, no matter what the

-financial outcome may be, it is bound to succeed in teaching its editor

-a deal of valuable business experience.

-

-The following-named are interested in amateur papers; George W.

-Buchanan, Searcy, Ark.; Sam Wood, 14 South Washington Street,

-Wilkesbarre, Pa.; M. S. Newman, 722 East Ninth Street, New York; G.

-Ellery Crosby, Jun., 15 Beach Street, Hartford, Conn.; D. Arthur Bowman,

-4412 Delmar Avenue, St. Louis, Mo.; and Harold C. Day, Harrison, N. Y.

-They wish to subscribe for some amateur papers. The Arkansas Knight

-thinks of starting one, and the Missouri Knight wants to form a

-journalists' corresponding Chapter.

-

-_The Albermarle_ is published by George D. Galloway, Eau Claire, Wis.,

-another old-time Knight of the Table, who has felt the healthy stimulus

-of our Order, and is now getting out a good journal. He is willing to

-send samples upon request.

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-The Inventor of Chess.

-

-"Who invented chess?" asks a Knight who lives in Arkansas.

-

-An Arabian mathematician named Sessa, the son of Daher, is supposed to

-have invented the game of chess. According to Al-Sephadi, the reigning

-prince was so pleased with the invention that he promised Sessa any

-reward he might desire. The mathematician asked for a grain of wheat for

-the first square of the chess-board, two for the second, four for the

-third, and so on to the sixty-fourth square. The prince was rather angry

-at first, considering it a stain on his liberality to be asked for such

-a paltry present. He gradually cooled down, however, when his Grand

-Vizier reported a total of 9,223,372,036,854,775,808 grains, or

-31,274,997,412,295 bushels. If we suppose that one acre of land is

-capable of producing 30 bushels of wheat in one year, this enormous

-quantity would require 1,042,499,913,743 acres, or more than eight times

-the surface of the globe, at a cost of about $312,749,974,123.90.

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-The Endless Gallery.

-

-A novel little optical illusion is the "endless gallery," the delight of

-English children in the first part of this century. Here are the

-directions:

-

-Make a box 18 inches long, 12 wide, and 9 deep, and against each end

-place a plane mirror within 1/8 of an inch of the height of the box. Cut

-a small hole through one end, and likewise through the mirror resting

-against it. Mirrors should also be placed on the longer sides of the

-box. Cut grooves at various lengths across the box, and in these fit

-small colored figures, trees, statuary, etc., previously cut out from

-card-board, and bearing the same representation on either side. At each

-end place similar figures, leaving plenty of mirror space behind.

-

-The top of the box should be of ground-glass or oiled paper. Looking

-through the eye-hole, a vista of enormous length and breadth is seen,

-seemingly endless.

-

-  VINCENT V. M. BEEDE.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-A Typical New England Community.

-

-     Wilton is a pretty little village in Hillsborough County, New

-     Hampshire. It is beautifully situated, being surrounded by hills.

-     From one, called Pollard's Hill, it is said that you can see Boston

-     Harbor on a clear day, a distance by rail of fifty-five miles. East

-     Wilton is the business part of the town. Here are the High-School,

-     three churches, several stores, and a new depot. A new High-School

-     house is near completion.

-

-     Wilton Centre, which is two miles from East Wilton, used to be, in

-     the days of the stage-coach, the principal part of the town. The

-     old Town-house is still standing. Here is where the town meetings

-     were held forty years ago. It is now called Citizens' Hall, and is

-     still used for many purposes. West Wilton is three and a half miles

-     from East Wilton. There are many lovely drives and other places of

-     interest around Wilton. We also have electric lights.

-

-  WALTER B. PROCTOR, R.T.F.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-A Curious Violet.

-

-     Not long ago I noticed in the Table an article on violets, in which

-     the particular violet I know was not mentioned. It grows in great

-     abundance about my house, and I call it curious, because it defies

-     all traditions about the "sweet spring violet," by refusing to stop

-     blossoming with the rest of its sisterhood, and shows its dainty

-     head throughout the summer and autumn, till covered by our early

-     October snows.

-

-     The flower is fully as large as a small pansy, and pure white, save

-     for a delicate purple tinge on the under side of the petals, and

-     the usual yellow and red markings in the centre of the flower.

-     These markings are sometimes varied by narrow purple lines. The

-     flower itself springs from the base of the leaves, not from the

-     root, as _blue_ violets nearly always do. If any Knight or Lady can

-     tell me where else this violet grows, it will oblige me.

-

-  MICHIGAN.

-  SOPHIE ROOD ST. CLAIR.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-Questions and Answers.

-

-G. Ellery Crosby, Jun., asks if imagination stories are wanted as Table

-morsels. We reply that they are not. The reason is that a limit must be

-set somewhere, and we have set it at the practical and useful. Sir

-Ellery lives in the city that, for its size, has more insurance

-companies than any other in the world. Possibly we need not qualify the

-comparison by "for its size." Who can tell what city it is, and can Sir

-Ellery tell us something of the insurance "industry" of his city? Sadie

-Chandler, Anderson, Tex., is fifteen years old, and is interested in

-poetry. Are you?

-

-Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., asks if a story in verse may be sent in

-competition for our prizes. No. John Pohland, Ahnapee, Wis., may apply

-to the Secretary of the Navy, Washington, for information about studies

-at Annapolis, and to his member of Congress to learn when there will be

-a vacancy there from his district. There are no cadets at Annapolis who

-are active members of our Order, but some sons and daughters of naval

-officers there have a vigorous Chapter. Sir John wants to hear from

-members in foreign countries.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-In reply to several inquiries: The new badges are an exact reproduction

-of the rose in the centre of what is said to be the original round table

-of King Arthur and his knights. You can see a picture of the top of this

-table on the back cover page of our Prospectuses. The badges are: in

-silver, 8 cents and 2 cents for postage; in gold, 85 cents, no postage

-charged. Members are not required to buy badges. Those who purchase

-HARPER'S ROUND TABLE weekly on news-stands should send a postal card or

-letter applying for our 1896 Prospectus. It is sent free, of course. We

-send it to all subscribers without application, and we would mail it to

-weekly purchasers did we know their names.

-

-Arthur J. Johnston, Box 136, Dartmouth, N. S., is the most active member

-of a stamp, correspondence, and social Chapter, and he wants

-corresponding members, especially those resident in Canada. Write him.

-"H. Mc." asks if Joseph Jefferson will send his autograph. Undoubtedly,

-if you ask him to do so, and enclose stamp. Address him care of the

-_Dramatic News_, this city. The president and secretary of the Episcopal

-Society Daughters of the King are Mrs. E. A. Bradley, 117 West

-Ninety-first Street, and Miss E. L. Ryerson, 520 East Eighty-seventh

-Street, both New York city.

-

-Lincoln W. Riddle, 33 Roanoke Avenue, Jamaica Plain, Mass., wants

-correspondents in Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Virginia who are

-interested in botany. Claude T. Reno, Allentown, Pa., wants to found or

-to belong to a corresponding Chapter. Write him. No street number

-necessary.

-

-

-

-

-[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.

-

-

-"I'm the eldest of five," says Amaranth, in a piteous little letter,

-"and I'm worn out with sisters forever tagging around. I never can go

-anywhere with the girls of my set but that Eleanor or Cecile has to go

-too, and mamma says, 'Amaranth, if you can't let your little sisters be

-of the company, you will have to stay at home.' I am worn out with

-sisters," Amaranth concludes.

-

-Well, Amaranth, you have a real grievance. Mamma herself would not like

-_always_ in your place to have the responsibility of looking after two

-or three younger girls, who seem to you a little in the way, just a

-trifle _de trop_, and who insist on being where you and the older girls

-are. Yet look at it from mamma's point of view. She is a very busy

-woman, and she has the children with her many hours a day, while you are

-at school. You are glad to relieve her, and give her time to rest, when

-you come home in the afternoon. I am sure of this, for I know that you

-are a loving daughter and a great comfort, on the whole.

-

-I won't bring up the argument, which we've all heard so often that it

-has lost its force, "What would you do if your sister should die?" I

-think such an argument is very little to the purpose. We are not talking

-of lack of love, but of the inconvenience of having our own families, in

-the shape of small sisters, always in evidence.

-

-I think if I were you, dear Amaranth, I would try to get into another

-frame of mind. I would willingly, not rebelliously, as part of my day's

-work, take the charge of the younger children, and say pleasantly,

-"Come, dears, I'm going out with Jennie and Susie, and you may be part

-of the procession; but you mustn't tag, you must keep step." If you will

-feel differently about it, the other girls will, and _their_ little

-sisters will be included, and before you know it everything will be

-harmonious and lovely, as harmony cannot help being.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-Tell you where to sell poems and stories, dear Lilybell? I would, if I

-could, but, my child, I'm not in favor of your publishing your work

-until you are older. At thirteen one's work may be full of promise, but

-it is not generally worth payment in money. Write and read, and wait

-till you are a few years older, and then begin, if you still wish to do

-so, to send the stories and poems to the editors, always feeling sure

-that the best work will, one day, win for its author name and fame and

-silver and gold. Not much of the last, but not any of the others, unless

-it is the best work.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-I advise you, Clementina, to strengthen your memory, by making it

-treasure things for you. Learn by heart, word for word, a few poems,

-perhaps a stanza or two at a time; a few fine passages from history, a

-good many chapters of the Bible. Do not be satisfied with half learning.

-By heart means that you know the thing so thoroughly that you cannot be

-tripped up anywhere in repeating it. I advise you also to fix in your

-mind, by constant repetition, some of the great battles of the world and

-their dates; great inventions and their dates; wonderful discoveries and

-their dates.

-

-  MARGARET E. SANGSTER.

-

-

-

-

-ADVERTISEMENTS.

-

-

-Copyright, 1895, by The Procter & Gamble Co., Cin'ti.

-

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-

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-rule of order and Ivory Soap will make it an attractive and appetizing

-spot.

-

-

-

-

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-

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-

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-

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-

-For printing cards, marking linen, books, etc. Contains everything shown

-in cut. Type, Tweezers, Holder, Indelible Ink, Ink Pad, etc. Thoroughly

-practical for business or household use and a most instructive

-amusement. Sent with catalogue illustrating over 1000 Tricks and

-Novelties, for 10c. in stamps to pay postage and packing on outfit and

-catalogue. Same outfit with figures 15c. Large outfit for printing two

-lines 25c.

-

-=Brownie Rubber Stamps=--A set of 5 grotesque little people with ink pad;

-price, postpaid, 10c.

-

-G. A. R. series Rubber Stamps, 12 characters. Makes all kinds of

-Battles, Encampments and other military pictures, 25c. postpaid. Address

-

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-Dep't. No. 62, Cortlandt St., New York.

-

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-

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-

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-

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-

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-

-PART I. treats of stamps in general and successively of all the details

-concerning their issue.

-

-PART II. treats of the various sorts of stamps, postals, telegraphic,

-fiscal, or revenue.

-

-PART III. treats of subjects relating to stamps not discussed in the two

-preceding divisions, obliterations, surcharges, proofs, reprints,

-counterfeits, etc., together with an article on the _Universal Postal

-Union_ and another on the formation of an album.

-

-Bound in cloth, extra, $1.00.

-

-Published by G. D. HURST, 114 Fifth Ave., New York.

-

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-

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-Envelope and Calling Cards ever offered for a 2 cent stamp. These are

-GENUINE CARDS, NOT TRASH. =UNION CARD CO., COLUMBUS, OHIO.=

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-Catalogue =Free=.

-

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-

-     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 as far as possible. Correspondents should address

-     Editor Stamp Department.

-

-

-Collectors are warned against so-called Cuban Republic stamps. They are

-fraudulent in every respect, even to the inscription which the makers

-supposed to be in the Spanish language.

-

-The Indian government is about to issue 2, 3, and 5 rupee stamps in two

-colors. They will bear Queen Victoria's portrait painted lately by

-Angeli.

-

-Some time ago I warned my readers that the $1 stamp would probably be

-withdrawn. Not only the $1, but the $2 and $5 have been withdrawn and

-the new printing is on water-marked paper. Some of these stamps are

-still to be found at some post-offices, and advanced philatelists are

-buying up all they can find on unwater-marked paper.

-

-The auction season is about to be opened by J. W. Scott, whose

-catalogues are now out for a sale late in October, at the rooms of the

-Philatelic Society, New York. Albrecht & Co. have a sale at the same

-place October 29th and 30th.

-

-Beware of so-called Korean stamps. A firm in Washington is putting them

-on the market for credulous collectors. Stanley Gibbons catalogues and

-presumably sells a number of the Chinese locals which are not collected

-by wise philatelists.

-

-     W. T. PUTNAM.--Dealers offer the 1828 half-cent at 10 cents.

-

-     M. WISTER.--The half-dollars can be bought of a dealer at 75c.

-     each. The five-cent nickel without value does not command a

-     premium. The Dresden stamp is a local. The complete Columbian set

-     can be bought from $25 to $30.

-

-     M. CRAM.--The following are not collected by wise philatelists--All

-     the China locals (except Shanghai); "San Antonio" of Portugal and

-     Azores; 4c., 10c., 20c., 30c. and 40c. surcharges on North Borneo;

-     British Mail of Madagascar; Brunei; Clipperton; Bussahir.

-

-     J. C. WEILAND.--The coins mentioned can be bought of dealers at a

-     fair advance on face. I cannot give names of dealers. See

-     advertising columns.

-

-

-  PHILATUS.

-

-

-

-

-[Illustration]

-

-THE FAIRY'S FLORAL ZOO.

-

-BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.

-

-

-  There was a little fairy in the moon,

-  Came down to earth one lovely afternoon,

-              To wander

-              And to ponder

-      On the mountains and the lakes,

-      On the meadows and the brakes,

-              And to see what he could find

-              To sort of occupy his mind.

-      And as he wandered,

-              As he pondered,

-              This little fairy heard a roar

-              Like none he'd ever heard before;

-      And there, on either side, right by the shore,

-              Two lilies stood:

-      Great Tiger lilies thirsting for his blood!

-              And did he run? Indeed not he!

-              He simply stood likewise and smiled with glee,

-              And after much ado

-              He captured them--the two!

-      "I'll take 'em home," said he, "and put 'em in my Zoo."

-              And with them soon.

-              In fact that very afternoon,

-                    Back to the moon

-                        He flew,

-      And now he's rich, for all the moon-boys 'twixt us two

-      Just throng about the cages of that Fairy's Floral Zoo!

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-FOND MOTHER. "And was my little boy smart at school to-day?"

-

-LITTLE BOY (_sadly_). "My teacher didn't say I was, mamma, but he took

-pains to make me smart later."

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-MOTHER. "I wonder if my little boy is so afraid of work that he does not

-study his lessons?"

-

-LITTLE BOY. "Me afraid of work! not much. Why, mamma, I can fall asleep

-alongside of it."

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-BOBBY. "What's the matter with your brother, Jack?"

-

-JACK. "I guess he smelt of ma's new bottle of ammonia, 'cause now he's

-got the pneumonia."

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-FIRST BOY. "I's smaller than you."

-

-SECOND BOY. "No, you're not."

-

-THIRD BOY. "What's the matter with you fellows; I's smaller than both of

-you put together."

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-HOWARD. "Papa, I think baby plays with a knife."

-

-PAPA. "I hope not, Howard."

-

-HOWARD. "Well, when he was crying so this morning nurse said he was

-cutting his teeth."

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-TEDDY. "Papa, that's what you call a fruit-knife for fruit, isn't it?"

-

-PAPA. "Yes, Teddy, that's right."

-

-TEDDY. "Well, the gardener has what he calls a pruning-knife. Does he

-use that for prunes?"

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-ANECDOTE OF KIPLING.

-

-A great many stories are told of famous authors, and it is probably not

-to be denied that a good half of them have no basis in truth. We have

-received, however, a story told of Mr. Rudyard Kipling which, whether it

-is true or not, is sufficiently amusing to be repeated; and as it comes

-from England, and is not the product of a Yankee brain, it may be told

-with perfect propriety, Mr. Kipling being one of her Majesty's subjects.

-

-It seems that a good many years ago Mr. Kipling had an affectionate

-aunt, who lived at Southsea, and at her house the future poet of "Tommy

-Atkins" was wont to sojourn. One very hot day the aunt observed: "Don't

-you think, Ruddy, that waistcoat is very warm? Go upstairs and put on a

-white one." Ruddy did as he was told, _but he put the white one over the

-other_.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-THE DIFFERENCE.

-

-A locomotive engineer and a marine engineer were disputing over the

-relative danger of their occupations, each one claiming that his own

-condition was the less perilous.

-

-"Nonsense!" exclaimed the steamboat man. "If you are on your engine, and

-you go crash-bang into another train, why, there you are!"

-

-"Yes," answered the railroad man; "and if you are in your engine-room at

-sea, and the boiler bursts, where are you?"

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-TALL STRUCTURES.

-

-The United States can boast of the tallest masonry structures in the

-world, although other countries have buildings and towers made of other

-materials that can outtop American attempts. The Washington Monument is

-550 feet high; the tower of the Philadelphia City Hall is 537 feet high,

-and the Manhattan Life-insurance Building is 437 feet high. One of their

-rivals abroad is a chimney at Port Dundas in Scotland, the tallest in

-the world, which is 454 feet high. There are only two masonry structures

-in Europe that surpass it--the Cologne Cathedral, 510 feet, and the

-Strasburg Cathedral, 468 feet. The Pyramid of Ghizeh is about 480 feet

-high. The highest thing put up by man is, of course, the Eiffel Tower on

-the Champ de Mars in Paris, but this will have to yield its supremacy to

-the Great Davey Tower now being built near London. When completed that

-will rise 1250 feet into the air. The highest artificial structure in

-America is a water tower at Eden Park, near Cincinnati, which reaches a

-total height of 589 feet.

-

-       *       *       *       *       *

-

-A DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION.

-

-A guileless city man wandered through the country with his rod over his

-shoulder seeking out a promising place to toss a fly. He soon came to a

-pond, near the edge of which was a sign that said: "No fishing." The

-city man scratched his head as he gazed at these words, but finally sat

-down on the shore, and was surprised at the number of bites he got.

-Pretty soon the gamewarden came along and cried out:

-

-"Hey, there! Don't you see that sign?"

-

-"Of course I do," answered the city man.

-

-"Well," continued the warden, "don't you see it says, 'No fishing'?"

-

-"Yes; but it's away off. There's bully fishing here. Just look at all I

-have caught."

-

-

-

-

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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 48506 ***
+
+[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]
+
+Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1895. FIVE CENTS A
+COPY.
+
+VOL. XVII.--NO. 836. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FOR KING OR COUNTRY.
+
+A Story of the Revolution.
+
+BY JAMES BARNES.
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+AT STANHAM MILLS.
+
+
+It was the first day of June. The air was balmy with sweet odors, the
+sky was clear and blue, and everything that could sing or make a noise
+was endeavoring to rejoice. And this was his Britannic Majesty's colony
+of New Jersey in the year of grace 1772.
+
+Out of a little valley that separated two lines of thickly wooded hills,
+whose sides still gleamed with the fast departing blossoms, ran a
+leaping brook. It swirled about the smooth brown stones at the head of a
+waterfall, and rushed down into the deep clear pools at the bottom. Then
+it did the same thing over and over again, until it slid into the meadow
+and beneath a great rough bridge, where it spread out into a goodly
+sized pond, on whose farther shore rose the timbers of a well-built dam.
+A water-gate and a sluiceway were at one end, and above the trees, a
+short distance off to the left, across the meadow, in which some sheep
+were feeding, rose a big stone chimney. Out of this chimney the smoke
+was pouring and drifting slowly upwards in the still, sunny air.
+
+Now and then a grinding, rumbling noise echoed through the hills to the
+southward, which, sad to relate, unlike those to the north, were swept
+almost bare of trees, and were dotted with the huts of charcoal-burners.
+But the underbrush was doing its best to cover these bare spots with
+young green leaves, and the charcoal ovens were still and cold.
+
+Up the brook, just at the verge of the meadow, was the last one of the
+deep clear pools, and mingling with the waterfall was the sound of
+children's voices. They seemed to be talking all at once, for they could
+be heard plainly from the old gray bridge. The bank of the last pool
+shelved gently on one side, and on the other ran down into a little
+cliff, at the bottom of which the brook scarcely moved, so deep was the
+water above the pebbly bottom.
+
+Half-way up the shelving right-hand bank sat a little girl of eleven.
+She was making long garlands of oak leaves, pinning them carefully
+together with the stems. Her dress was white and trimmed with tattered
+lace. She looked as though she had run away from some birthday party,
+for no mother (or aunt, for that matter) would allow any little girl to
+go out into the woods in such thin slippers. One of her stockings had
+fallen down, and was tucked in the ribbons that crossed her ankles, and
+held the small slippers from coming off entirely. She had no hat on her
+curly head, and her bare arms were sunburned and brown.
+
+Seated at her feet was a boy of thirteen years or there-abouts. He was
+hugging his knees and digging his heels at the same time into the soft
+earth. He also looked as if he had escaped from a party, like the little
+girl, for his short breeches were of sky-blue silk, with great
+knee-buckles, and his hair was done up like a little wig and tied with a
+big black ribbon. There was a rip in the sleeve of his blue velvet coat,
+and the lace about his neck had become twisted and was hanging over one
+shoulder.
+
+"I wonder what Uncle Daniel will look like? I trust he will bring us
+something fine from England," said the boy. "I'd like to go back there
+with him, if he'd take us all."
+
+"Yes, if he'd take us all, and we might get in to the army--eh?" came a
+voice from the top of the steep bank opposite.
+
+It was quite startling, the reply was exactly like an echo; but that was
+not the strangest part. Flat on the ground lay another boy of thirteen.
+If the first had been copied by a maker of wax-works, line for line and
+color for color, the two could not have been more alike. In fact, the
+only difference was that the second had on pink silk breeches, which
+were very much muddied at the knees. He held in his extended hand a
+roughly trimmed fishing-pole.
+
+"I feel another nibble," said the boy who had last spoken, leaning
+further over the water.
+
+"Yes, there, there!" exclaimed the other on the lower bank. "Now we've
+got him!"
+
+There was a swish, and a trout came plashing and twisting into the
+sunlight. He had not been very firmly hooked, however, for, after a
+short flight through the air, he tumbled almost into the lap of the
+little girl.
+
+She gave a laugh, and, dropping her garland, managed to secure the
+gasping little fish, together with a handful of grass and leaves.
+
+"Do put him back, William," she said, leaning forward. "He's much too
+small. I pray you put him back."
+
+The boy took the trout, and, crawling to the water's edge, set him free,
+and laughed as he darted off and hid, wriggling himself under a sunken
+log.
+
+At this minute the bushes were parted just behind where the two had been
+seated, and a strange figure came into sight.
+
+It was an old colored man. He had on a three-cornered hat, much too
+large for his woolly head, and under his arm he carried a bundle of
+freshly cut switches. He wore also an old flowered waistcoat that
+reached almost to his knees, and hung loosely about his thin figure. The
+waistcoat was still quite gaudy, and showed patches here and there of
+worn gold lace.
+
+"Mars Willem, I's jes done de bes' I could," said the old darky, with a
+bow.
+
+The boy looked over the bundle of rods and picked out two of them.
+
+"Cato," he said in an authoritative manner that showed no ill-humor,
+"you are a lazy rascal, sir; go back and get me one just as long as this
+and just as thin as this one, and straight, too, mark ye."
+
+The old man bowed again, turned around to hide a grin, and went back
+into the deep shadows of the trees. When he had gone a little way he
+stopped.
+
+"Said dat jes like his father, Mars David, would hev spoke. 'Cato,
+you're a lazy rascal, sir.'" Here the old darky laughed. "I jes wondered
+if he'd take one of dem crooked ones; I jes did so. Dem boys is
+Frothin'hams plum fro'--hyar me talkin'."
+
+He drew out of his pocket a huge clasp-knife, and, looking carefully to
+right and left, went deeper into the wood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But before going on further with the story, or taking up the immediate
+history of the twin Frothinghams, it is best, perhaps, to go back and
+tell a little about their family connections, and explain also something
+about Stanham Mills, where our story opens on this bright June day.
+
+During the reign of George II. some members of the London Company and a
+certain wealthy Lord Stanham had purchased a large tract of land in New
+Jersey, just south of the New York boundary-line. It was supposed that a
+fortune lay hidden there in the unworked iron-mines.
+
+Looking about for an agent or some persons to represent their interests,
+and to take charge of the property, the company's choice had fallen upon
+two members of an influential family in England that had colonial
+connections--David and Nathaniel Frothingham.
+
+There were three Frothingham brothers in the firm of that name, a firm
+that had long been interested in many financial ventures in the
+Colonies, and the two younger partners had had some experience in mining
+and the handling of large bodies of men.
+
+Upon receiving their appointment to the position of Company managers,
+Nathaniel and David had left for America, leaving Daniel, the eldest, to
+look after their family interests at the counting-house in London.
+
+This was some fourteen or fifteen years before our story opened.
+
+Both of the younger brothers were married, and brought their wives with
+them to share their fortunes in the far-off country. Immediately upon
+their arrival they had opened the large Manor-house, that had been
+erected for them in a manner regardless of expense upon the Stanham
+property, even before a shaft had been sunk in the surrounding hills.
+
+Unfortunately the two ladies of the Manor did not agree at all, and
+David and his wife lived in one wing and Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel in the
+other.
+
+When the twins came upon the scene, which happened not long after the
+arrival in America, there had been great rejoicing; and Mrs. Nathaniel
+Frothingham's heart had softened somewhat toward her husband's brother's
+wife. She had no children of her own; and she unbent a little from the
+position of proud superiority she had assumed, for the aristocratic
+Clarissa was the grand-niece of an English earl, and had held her heart
+high accordingly. Mrs. David, the young mother, was but the daughter of
+a Liverpool merchant. The Frothinghams spent the money that came to them
+from England with a lavish but an honest hand. However, up to the time
+this story begins there had been no large returns to encourage future
+expenditures.
+
+Bounding Stanham Mills to the east and south lay another estate, owned
+by four or five wealthy dwellers in the Colonies; it was known as the
+Hewes property. Here also had been opened mines, and a foundry even
+larger than the Frothingham's was in process of completion.
+
+The eastern boundary-line, as first surveyed by the King's surveyors,
+ran close to the entrance of the shaft on Tumble Ridge, the big hill to
+the north; so close indeed in some places that the sound of the picks of
+the Hewes men could be often heard at work, for the entrance to the
+rival shaft was just out of sight across the hill crest, and the
+underground works were nearing every day.
+
+It was claimed by the Hewes people that the Frothinghams had already
+crossed the boundary-line. Disputes had arisen time and again, and a
+feeling of intense dislike had grown up between the neighbors.
+
+One eventful morning, when the twins were but two years old and their
+sister Grace a baby, their father had gone down with some workmen in the
+rough bucket to the bottom of the largest mine, when a mass of heavy
+stone near the top became detached and fell, carrying death and sorrow
+into the family at the big white house. Mrs. David had not long
+survived her husband, and so the twins and their little sister were
+suddenly left orphans.
+
+The children were too young to remember much of their father or their
+mother, and under the care of their Aunt Clarissa and Uncle Nathan they
+had been allowed to grow up like young wild flowers--much as they
+pleased.
+
+There were no children near them with whom they were allowed to
+associate, for the coldness that had existed between the Hewes family
+and the Frothinghams had, on the latter's part, grown to the verge of
+hatred, and the two mansions were seven miles apart.
+
+Insensibly the boys had imbibed some of the mannerisms of their stern,
+hot-tempered uncle, and had been influenced by the airs and affectations
+of the proud and haughty Mrs. Frothingham. But their devotion and love
+for one another it was almost pathetic to have seen.
+
+If William, who was the elder, thought anything, George seemed to
+appreciate it without an expression from his brother, and both fairly
+worshipped their little sister Grace. She accompanied them in all but
+their longer rambles, and was their comrade in many of their adventures
+and misfortunes.
+
+Since they were babies they had been placed more or less under the care
+and tutelage of the old colored man, Cato Sloper, and his wife, Polly
+Ann. The children loved their aunt and uncle in a certain indefinite
+way, but their real affections went out toward their foster-mother and
+their faithful black adherent.
+
+With this short excursion into the history of the Frothinghams, we come
+back again to the banks of the clear deep pool.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+After Cato, the old colored man, had departed, the boy in the blue
+breeches called across to the other, who had baited his hook afresh:
+"George," he said, "we ought not to have taken Gracie with us this
+morning. Aunt Clarissa will be angrier than an old wet hen."
+
+"Won't she? Just fancy!" said the young lady in white, quite demurely.
+Then she laughed, quite in tune with the waterfall.
+
+"I dare say Uncle Nathan will give one of us a good licking," said the
+boy on the high bank. "And it's my turn, too," he added, dolefully.
+
+"No, 'tisn't," replied the other. "You took mine last time."
+
+"Truly, you're right," returned the boy in pink. "What was it for? I
+have forgotten."
+
+"He found we had some of the blasting powder," said William. "We'll need
+some more soon, I'm thinking," he added.
+
+What further developments might have occurred just then it is hard to
+say, for the young lady in the white dress suddenly suggested a new
+train of thought, and the twins took it up at once.
+
+"I'm hungry," she said, "and I don't think Mr. Wyeth and Uncle Daniel
+will come along at all. Let's go back to the house. Perhaps Aunt
+Clarissa hasn't found out we are gone away yet."
+
+"Not found out!" exclaimed William, in derision. "Bless my stars, and we
+in our best clothes!"
+
+"Mr. Wyeth will be along soon, I'll warrant," said his double, from the
+bank, "and we will all go up to the house as if nothing were the matter.
+Uncle Nathan won't do anything at all until Mr. Wyeth goes, which may
+not be for two or three days. Harkee! with Uncle Daniel here, he may
+forget. Haven't you noticed how forgetful he has been lately?"
+
+"He never forgets," replied William, thoughtfully; "at least he never
+does if Aunt Clarissa is about."
+
+From where the children were they could see the road, and follow it
+after it crossed the bridge and commenced to climb the hill. Here and
+there it showed very plainly through the trees, and even if a horseman
+should escape their observation, the sound of hoofs on the bridge they
+could not have missed hearing.
+
+Twice a year Mr. Josiah Wyeth, a New York merchant, rode out on
+horseback from Elizabethport to visit Mr. Nathaniel Frothingham.
+
+There was no regular stage line to Stanham Mills, and most of the
+purchasing for the estate was done at the town of Paterson, a half-day's
+journey. But, rain or shine, the 1st of June found Mr. Josiah Wyeth a
+guest at Stanham Manor, and the first of that month and the 1st of
+September found the young Frothinghams, all in their best attire, ready
+to meet him. Now that the uncle from London, whom they had never seen,
+had arrived in New York and was going to accompany Mr. Wyeth, the
+excitement was more than doubled.
+
+During the merchant's stay the children were supposed to be on their
+best behavior, which really meant that they were allowed to do as they
+pleased, provided they kept out of sight and hearing. These visits,
+therefore, were quite looked-for events, and, besides, Mr. Wyeth brought
+out little trinkets, fish-hooks, sugar-balls, lollipops, and various
+attractive sweets in his capacious saddle-bags. He was quite as punctual
+as if he only lived next door.
+
+The little girl had resumed her garland-making once more. William had
+spread himself out upon the bank, and was watching a busy aimless ant
+dodging about the roots of the ferns, and George, with the patience of
+the born sportsman, was supporting one hand with the other, and leaning
+out again over the water.
+
+For some time no one had spoken. Suddenly there was a deep, rumbling
+report.
+
+"Hillo!" said William, starting up. "They're blasting in the shaft on
+Tumble Ridge."
+
+"That's so," said George. "I heard Uncle Nathan say that they were
+getting pretty close to the Hewes boundary-line."
+
+"There'll be a fine row there some day," said William.
+
+"My! but doesn't Uncle Nathan hate that Mr. Hewes? He says if he was in
+England they could hang him for treason, because he talks against the
+King."
+
+George laughed. "I'd like to see 'em fight," he answered.
+
+"So should I," said William; "and you and I together could lick Carter
+Hewes, if he is bigger than either of us. I suppose he's a rebel too."
+
+Just here there came an interruption, for the waterfall had drawn the
+hook under a big flat stone, and there it caught.
+
+"Crickey!" said the boy in the pink breeches. "I'm fast on the bottom."
+He stretched out with both hands, and gave a sharp pull on the line.
+
+It all came so suddenly that not one of the three could have foretold
+what was going to happen. But the bank gave way, and Master Frothingham
+went down head over heels into the deep hole.
+
+Now, strange as it may seem, owing to Aunt Clarissa's fostering care,
+neither one of the twins had learned to swim.
+
+The water was very deep, and the fall was eight feet, if an inch, but,
+nevertheless, in a moment George's frightened face appeared. He tried to
+grasp the bank, but so steep was it his fingers slipped off the smooth
+rock, and he sank again, gasping and trying to shriek aloud.
+
+The little girl jumped to her feet, and ran in among the trees, crying
+for help with all her little voice. William did not pause for half a
+breath. He leaped out from the bank and dashed through the shallow water
+towards where one of his brother's arms was waving upon the surface.
+
+Suddenly he went over his own depth, and the tails of his blue velvet
+coat were all that could be seen. But he managed to struggle on,
+fighting to keep afloat, with all his might, until he caught the arm at
+last. George's head once more showed clearly above the water, and then
+both boys sank.
+
+Gracie's cries by this time had startled all the echoes up the
+hill-sides.
+
+"Cato! oh, Cato!" she shrieked. "They're drowning! they're drowning!
+Help! help! Oh, help!"
+
+Once more the two heads came up to the air, and one small hand, extended
+in a wild grasp toward the bank, caught an overhanging bough and clung
+there desperately.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+BICYCLING FOR GIRLS.
+
+
+Some weeks ago we published an article on bicycle-riding, and at that
+time promised to say something regarding bicycling for girls, which is
+so different a question from bicycling for boys that it requires a
+separate article.
+
+There has been a discussion going on for some time as to whether it was
+a healthy exercise for girls and young women to take up, and many
+doctors have given it as their opinion that it was not, on the whole,
+advisable. But the practice has become general now, and it is likely
+that many more girls will ride this fall and next year than ever before.
+Consequently it is useless to advise people not to ride. If any girl
+finds that riding is making her feel enervated and tired all the time,
+or if in any other way she notices any kind of unpleasant results from
+her riding, common-sense and her doctor will tell her to stop; but there
+is no reason why a healthy girl, if she begins gradually, should not
+learn to ride, and ride well, to the great benefit of her health and
+happiness.
+
+It is only required that she shall observe two or three simple
+rules--rules which every athlete who trains theoretically obeys. For
+instance, she should remember that, as is the case with most girls in
+cities, and often in the country as well, she has not been accustomed to
+severe physical exercise, that she would not start out at once to run
+five miles without stopping, and in like manner she should not ride ten
+miles on a wheel neither the first time nor the thirtieth time. This
+seems very simple to read in type, but the fact is that most girls want
+to ride fifteen miles as soon as they can get along on a road by
+themselves.
+
+The difficult thing is to stop just _before_ you begin to feel the
+slightest sensation of weariness. In these fall days any one can ride
+along through the country, and while moving feel invigorated by the
+force of the breeze which the movement of the wheel creates. But when
+she does stop, the girl suddenly feels "worn out," perhaps a little
+dizzy, or at least tired, and rather inclined to get into a car and ride
+home, while some one else pushes her wheel along for her. Any girl of
+spirit in such a situation immediately makes up her mind that she will
+not give in to this feeling of weariness, and that she will ride home
+whether she feels tired or not. The result is a bad headache, a doctor,
+and perhaps an injunction from her parents not to ride a bicycle again.
+
+There are girls who can ride twenty, forty, or sixty miles in a day, but
+this is because they have begun gradually, and increased their distances
+by degrees as their bodies got into what is called "good condition." Let
+us set down a rule, then, on this subject, and say that the average girl
+of fifteen ought not to ride more than five miles, by cyclometer, in any
+one day, until she has taken thirty rides within two months--that is to
+say, until she has ridden at least once in every two days. Then she
+should not exceed ten miles in a day, or at one time, until she has
+ridden a bicycle half a year. After this she can estimate about what she
+can do without tiring herself, and she can gradually work up to twenty
+miles at a time without ever having that fagged feeling which is a sure
+sign that the thing has been overdone. So much for the distance.
+
+Now a word as to costume. We are just in the midst of a change in ideas
+as to girls' bicycle costumes. No one who has ridden ten times fails to
+complain of skirts, be they never so well made. They catch in the rear
+wheel. They make a sail to catch all the wind when the wind is blowing
+against you, and only a bicyclist knows what a head wind really means.
+And finally they are continually in the way.
+
+On the other hand, trousers do not seem just the thing for girls to
+wear. Some time we may all come to the regulation knickerbockers for a
+bicycle costume, but just at present a girl who wears them appears to be
+immodest. As a matter of fact, however, modesty and ladylike behavior do
+not depend on the costume, but on the bearing and character of the young
+lady herself, and it is only necessary for us to become accustomed to
+seeing ladies wearing any kind of a bicycle costume to think it the
+proper thing, and probably some kind of bloomers or divided skirt is
+more unnoticeable and modest than a skirt which flies about as you ride
+along the road. The best thing for a girl then is a divided skirt which
+is close fitting, which cannot catch in either wheel or in the gearing
+of the bicycle, or the ordinary gymnasium bloomers. Either of these,
+especially the latter, is much better from a health point of view, since
+a great deal of the strain of forcing the machine ahead is saved by
+them. But in time we shall probably have a regular woman's bicycle
+costume, which will be a combination of knickerbockers and bloomers, and
+then when people once become accustomed to it, they will wonder how
+under the sun women ever rode with long skirts.
+
+With the question of the distance you shall ride in a day and the
+question of costume settled, it then becomes necessary to discuss the
+details of riding. A great many girls and women learn to ride in-doors
+in some hall, and the usual method employed is to place a belt with a
+handle at each side around the girl's waist. A man walks on either side
+of her, and steadies her by grasping either handle on the belt, and she
+then struggles on, until, after a number of lessons, she can ride alone.
+In the city this may be a good plan, but it is inevitably the result
+that after a girl has learned to ride in-doors it becomes practically
+necessary for her to learn over again when she first tries the road. The
+best method, therefore, if the surroundings admit of it, is to get some
+strong person to grasp the rear part of the saddle, and to then steady
+you as you move along a smooth road. If this is done half an hour a day
+three times on alternate days, any average girl should be able to ride
+alone for a short distance.
+
+[Illustration: POSITION JUST BEFORE STARTING TO MOUNT.]
+
+She will do well not to try to learn to mount until she has become
+somewhat proficient in riding, so that she can ride four or five miles
+at a time over an average country road. Mounting will then come easy,
+whereas at the beginning it is extremely difficult. When sitting on a
+bicycle a girl should be in an upright position, practically as when
+walking. The saddle should be broad and flat, and, while most of the
+weight of her body rests upon the saddle, it is nevertheless true that
+she should put as much of her weight upon the pedals as possible: it not
+only makes riding and balancing easier, but it distributes her weight
+over the machine, both to her own comfort and to the safety of the
+wheel. Sitting perfectly upright, she should be able to place the instep
+or hollow of her foot between the heel and ball squarely on the pedal
+when it is at its lowest point in the arc, and in that position her knee
+should be practically unbent, although, as a matter of fact, it is
+better if the knee is what might be called "sprung" a little. At all
+events, the body should not sag from one side to the other as the pedals
+turn, and when the rider is forcing the wheel ahead with the ball of the
+foot on the pedal, the knee would never be straightened actually if this
+rule was followed.
+
+[Illustration: POSITION JUST AFTER STARTING TO MOUNT.]
+
+There is no advantage whatsoever in trying to secure a long reach; it
+does not help you in any way, and it makes it more difficult to send the
+machine ahead either faster or slower. This is particularly noticeable
+in going up a hill. Women, as a rule, do not have the fault which many
+men have of leaning forward far over the handle. They are more apt to
+sit upright than most men; but they have one fault which should be
+corrected, and that is the position which the handles occupy in relation
+to their bodies. A girl should sit upright, as has been said, and in
+that position, when she places her hands on the cork handles, her arms
+should be slightly bent at the elbow. It is very common, however, to see
+the arms so much bent that the forearm forms almost a right angle to the
+upper arm. This is not only uncomfortable, but it deprives her of the
+purchase which she needs when forcing the machine ahead or going up a
+hill. In other words, it is much more difficult to "pull" on the handles
+when the arms are bent to a right angle than when they are practically
+straight. On the other hand, the fault of leaning the weight of the body
+on the handle-bars should be avoided with the utmost care, as that
+forces the shoulders back and the chin forward on the chest, and in time
+distorts the whole symmetry of the upper part of a person's body.
+
+[Illustration: CORRECT POSITION FOR WOMAN BICYCLIST.]
+
+Mounting and dismounting, especially the former, as has been said,
+should not be tried until the bicyclist has learned to keep her balance
+easily while riding. Then mounting will come more or less naturally,
+since the difficulty in this operation is not so much to get on the
+machine, as to start the wheel soon enough after gaining the seat to
+avoid falling off. To begin with, the girl should grasp both
+handle-bars firmly, facing forward, of course. By means of the hands the
+bicycle should be held absolutely perpendicular, neither leaning towards
+her person nor away from it. Then standing on the left of the machine,
+she should step over the gearing with her right foot and place it on the
+right pedal, which is moved just forward of its highest point in the
+arc; in other words, so that the first pressure which comes on that
+right pedal will force the machine ahead as fast as possible.
+
+[Illustration: PROPER ARRANGEMENT OF THE DRESS.]
+
+Having placed her right foot on this pedal, without bearing any weight
+on it, she then steps into the position over the gearing which will
+bring her weight as nearly as possible immediately over the centre of
+gravity of the machine. Having arranged her skirt so that it will be
+symmetrical when she mounts, she merely rises by stepping up on the
+right-hand pedal, and sits into the saddle by a slow, easy movement. Her
+weight on the right-hand pedal starts the machine forward, pulls the
+saddle in under her, and gives the velocity to the bicycle which she
+needs in order to keep her balance.
+
+[Illustration: CORRECT METHOD OF DISMOUNTING.]
+
+One of the most important things about women's bicycle-riding is the
+ability to dismount not only gracefully, but at once in case of
+necessity. In this, as in mounting, there is no jump anywhere. The rider
+simply catches the left pedal as it begins to rise from the lowest point
+in the arc, and, bearing her weight on that pedal, allows herself to be
+forced upward out of the saddle. This not only brings her into a
+position to step out of the machine, but also brings the machine to a
+standstill, or practically so, unless she is going at a high rate of
+speed. When the pedal has nearly reached the top, and the machine is as
+near a standstill as possible, she steps, still bearing her weight on
+this left-hand pedal, out on the left side of the machine, putting her
+right foot over the left foot, and letting the right foot strike the
+ground first. Both mounting and dismounting are slow, even movements;
+there is no quick jump about them, and the motions are all gradual. As
+soon as you attempt to leap into the saddle, or leap out of it, you are
+almost certain to disturb the equilibrium of the bicycle itself, and
+then catastrophe is the result.
+
+It only remains to say a word about riding with men and boys. Boys, as a
+usual thing, are in better physical condition for such exercise as
+bicycle-riding than girls. They can consequently ride farther and faster
+than girls; and as any girl of spirit will try to keep up with whomever
+she is riding, she is likely to strain herself. It is wise, therefore,
+for the girl to always insist on leading, or, as it is called, on
+"setting the pace," and it is also wise for her to make up her mind just
+where she is going to ride before she stops. The distance is then
+settled before the journey begins, and there is no question of riding
+farther than she thought she would at the start. If a girl sets out for
+a bicycle ride without any definite point in view, she is likely to ride
+away from home until she becomes tired, and then there is the whole
+distance of the return to be covered in a more or less wearied
+condition; and it is this kind of bicycle-riding which does the injury
+to women and girls.
+
+
+
+
+WHAT MARJORIE COULD DO.
+
+BY H. G. PAINE.
+
+I.
+
+
+"Fire! Fire!"
+
+Marjorie Mason woke up with a start.
+
+"Clang! clang!" went the fire-engine from around the corner.
+
+"Whoa!" shouted the driver.
+
+"Dear me!" thought Marjorie; "it must be very near here," and she jumped
+out of bed and ran to the window. The engine was already connected with
+the hydrant across the street, and the firemen were attaching the hose
+and bringing it--what? yes; right up the front steps of the Masons'
+house! One fireman was ringing violently at the front-door bell; and
+Marjorie wondered why her father did not go down to open the door.
+Perhaps the house next door was on fire, and they wanted to take the
+hose up on the roof. Still the bell rang, and now Marjorie could hear
+the firemen from the hook-and-ladder truck that had just come up
+breaking in the parlor windows with their axes.
+
+"Why doesn't somebody go to the door?" she said to herself. "It will
+never do to have that dirty hose dragged through the parlor and over the
+new carpet!" and she jumped to the door of her room to run down and let
+the firemen in; but, as she opened it, a rush of hot air and stifling
+smoke blew into her face, choking and gagging her, and filling her eyes
+with tears. Then she realized for the first time that the fire was in
+her own house. She shut the door with a bang, and ran to the window,
+opened it, and looked out. As she did so a tongue of flame shot up in
+front of her from the window of the library, just underneath her own
+room. Her father's and mother's room was in the back part of the house
+on the same floor as the library. "Was it on fire, too?" Marjorie
+shuddered as she thought of it.
+
+"And Jack!" Her brother Jack slept in the back room on the same floor as
+Marjorie, but the rooms did not connect. "Perhaps the fire is only in
+the front part of the house," she thought, "and the others don't know
+anything about it." She determined to arouse them.
+
+Marjorie opened the door again. The smoke and heat were stifling, but
+there was no flame that she could see. Then she shut her eyes, closed
+the door behind her, and rushed down the hall to Jack's room. She had
+been to it so often that she could not miss the door-knob, even in her
+excitement. Fortunately the door was unlocked. She opened it quickly,
+and shut it behind her, gasping for breath. Oblivious alike of the
+danger and the noise Jack was still fast asleep, but she soon woke him
+up, and together they rushed to the back window. Looking down they saw
+their father helping their mother out upon the sloping roof of the back
+piazza.
+
+At the sight of her poor mother, who was very ill, in so perilous a
+plight, Marjorie forgot all about her own danger, and shouting, "Hold on
+tight--I'll tell the firemen!" before her brother could stop her she had
+run back fearlessly to her own room despite the fact that the stairway
+was now all in a blaze. As she opened her eyes she saw the glazed helmet
+of a fireman at the window.
+
+[Illustration: "GO BACK AND LOOK AFTER FATHER AND MOTHER!"]
+
+"Go back!" she cried; "go back quick and look after father and mother;
+they are on the roof of the back piazza!"
+
+Then a strange feeling of dizziness came over her. She felt a strong arm
+around her waist. She dimly saw a kind face near to hers, and was
+conscious of being carried down, down, down, so far, so far, and of
+hearing people cheering a great way off.
+
+
+II.
+
+It was a very different house, the one that Marjorie went to live in
+after the fire, not nearly so nice as the dear old home where she and
+Jack had been born. In the first place, it was in a distant and
+different part of the city. The rooms were all differently arranged, and
+the furniture and everything in them were different. It seemed to
+Marjorie as if nothing had been saved from the old house. Even the
+clothes they all wore were different--very different, indeed; for they
+were black.
+
+That was a sign of the greatest and saddest difference. Though the
+firemen had quickly gone through the basement and rescued Marjorie's
+father and mother and Jack and the servants, the dear mother had not
+long survived the shock and the exposure: and Hetty, the waitress, who
+now attended to the housekeeping and looked after Marjorie, did things
+very differently from her.
+
+All these circumstances combined to make great changes in Marjorie's
+life. She went to another school now, near by; but she did not make
+friends easily with the pupils there, and so she spent most of her
+afternoons at home with Hetty instead of associating with girls of her
+own age. And very lonely she was much of the time.
+
+Hetty was a good waitress, who had been with the family for several
+years, and she knew just what Mr. Mason liked, and how he liked to have
+things done about the house; but she was an ignorant silly girl, and not
+at all a good companion for Marjorie.
+
+Jack was two years older than his sister. He was sixteen, and preparing
+for college, and his father thought best that he should not change
+schools. So he had to make an early start every day, and very rarely
+came back until dinner-time, and then had to study hard all the evening.
+
+Now and then, when he did come home early on a rainy day, Marjorie and
+he would have great fun, like the old times; so at last she came to wish
+for bad weather with as much eagerness as she had used to look for
+sunshine.
+
+Since her mother's death her father had seemed very much preoccupied and
+indifferent to what she and Jack did. And, as time went on, he was more
+and more away from home. He changed the dinner hour from six until
+seven, and was often late at that. Then right afterward he would
+generally go out, and not come back until after Jack and Marjorie were
+in bed.
+
+Marjorie especially missed her father's presence and companionship; and
+one "dull, sunshiny afternoon," as Marjorie called it, in default of any
+other sympathizer, she confided her grief to Hetty, who seemed in a
+pleasanter mood than usual.
+
+"I wonder what it is that takes so much of father's time?" she said.
+
+"Oh, it's coortin' he is, av coorse, ye may belave," replied Hetty.
+
+"Oh no, you don't mean--that, do you?" exclaimed Marjorie.
+
+"Sure 'n' why not?" said Hetty, with a smirk. "Widowers generally does.
+But I can tell you that I for wan will not shtay wan minute, no, nor wan
+sicond, av he brings a new mistress into this house!"
+
+
+III.
+
+Marjorie was very much worried at what Hetty had said. It hardly seemed
+possible to her that the girl could be right, and that her father could
+be contemplating such a step as she suggested. Yet there was no doubt
+that he seemed very much changed since his wife's death, and Marjorie
+sought in vain for any satisfactory explanation of his frequent absences
+from home.
+
+She lay awake a long time that night--thinking. And the less able she
+was to find a reason that would account for the difference in her
+father's manner and habits, the more readily she brought herself to
+believe that Hetty was right in her supposition.
+
+"It's my fault, it's my fault," she sobbed to herself, as she buried her
+head in the pillow. "I haven't tried to take dear mother's place, and to
+look after the house, and to do the things she used to do for father's
+comfort. I've just acted like a silly, helpless little girl, and shirked
+my responsibilities, and left everything to Hetty, and I think
+she's--she's just hateful."
+
+Then, when Marjorie realized how short a time had passed since the fire,
+and the funeral, and the moving, it seemed to her that perhaps it was
+not too late now for her to begin to take the place in the household
+that she had mapped out for herself. This thought gave her new comfort,
+and with an earnest prayer that she might be given strength to carry out
+her plans she fell asleep.
+
+Next morning, when Hetty brought in the breakfast, she found that
+Marjorie had changed her seat at the table to the place opposite her
+father, that had been vacant ever since they moved into the new house,
+and was pouring out the coffee for him and Jack, as her mother used to
+do.
+
+Marjorie watched her father closely to see if he noticed the change. At
+first he appeared oblivious to any difference in the usual arrangement,
+and, turning to Hetty, after tasting his coffee, he said,
+
+"Hetty, haven't you forgotten the sugar?"
+
+Marjorie's face grew crimson with mortification, and, as she caught
+Jack's wink, and marked the appreciating smack of his lips, she realized
+that in her excitement she had put her father's sugar in Jack's cup.
+
+"Sure 'n' Miss Marjorie's pouring the coffee this morning; I dunno,"
+replied Hetty.
+
+Mr. Mason looked up, with a smile, and said, "Well, take this cup to
+her, and see if she isn't putting sugar in, too."
+
+Hetty did his bidding with a self-satisfied air, and Marjorie meekly
+dropped in the missing lumps.
+
+"Very nice indeed," was Mr. Mason's comment, as he tasted his coffee
+again, "even if it was prepared on the instalment plan."
+
+And Marjorie felt that her first effort had not been altogether a
+failure after all.
+
+That evening when he came home and went to his room he found his
+frock-coat neatly brushed and laid on the bed. In an absent-minded
+manner he hung it up in the closet, and went down to dinner in his
+business suit. Marjorie sat opposite him and served the soup. Presently
+Mr. Mason took an evening paper out of his pocket and began reading.
+
+Marjorie addressed one or two questions to her father; but though he
+looked up brightly for a moment and answered her, he soon turned again
+to his paper, and appeared to be absorbed in its contents.
+
+"What are you reading about, father?" she finally ventured to ask.
+
+But his reply was not conducive to further conversation, "Silver."
+
+"Silence is golden," said Jack to his sister, in an undertone.
+
+Next evening when Mr. Mason came home Marjorie asked him if he would let
+her see the evening paper. Her father seemed a little surprised, and
+handed it to her. Then he went up stairs before dinner and saw his coat
+laid out again, and smiled, and put it on. They had scarcely sat down
+when Jack produced a newspaper and began to read it.
+
+"Jack," said Marjorie, "don't read the paper at the table; it isn't
+polite."
+
+Jack put the paper away, and Marjorie began to ask her father questions
+about what sort of a day he had had downtown, and told him how Jack had
+been selected to play on the school football team, and asked him to
+explain some points in her history lesson that were not quite clear in
+her mind. Marjorie was pleased to see that her father took a great deal
+more interest in what she and Jack were doing, and after that the dinner
+hour was the brightest and happiest in the day for Marjorie.
+
+But Mr. Mason, though he recognized Marjorie's efforts to make this hour
+what it had been in the old house, and had begun to take a renewed
+interest in what interested Jack and Marjorie, still spent the most of
+his evenings away from home, and seemed often so preoccupied that with
+difficulty he aroused himself in response to Marjorie's efforts at
+polite conversation.
+
+Those were anxious and sad days for Marjorie--Hetty's silly, thoughtless
+words had made a deep impression on her mind, and she knew that if they
+were true it must be because he missed the presence and companionship of
+her dear mother, and the home atmosphere with which she had surrounded
+their lives.
+
+It seemed to her that the task she had undertaken would not have been so
+hopeless amid the familiar surroundings of their old home. But in this
+strange and unaccustomed place it seemed as though her efforts must be
+in vain. She studied to see if by some rearrangement of the furniture
+she could not give a more attractive and homelike air to the stiff and
+formal drawing-room.
+
+Hetty laughed at her suggestions, and would not help her. So she set to
+work to do it herself. At first she resolved to banish a hideous vase on
+the top of a tall cabinet, but when, standing on the top of the little
+step-ladder, she tried to move it, it proved heavier than she supposed
+and slipped from her grasp. In her attempt to save it she lost her
+balance and fell with it to the floor, striking her head on a corner of
+the cabinet.
+
+The next thing that Marjorie knew she was lying in bed, feeling very
+weak and queer. She opened her eyes, and then shut them again suddenly
+very tight, and lay still for a long while, trying to remember what had
+happened; because she thought she had seen in that brief glance that she
+was back in her old room at home, and the impression was so pleasant and
+restful, and made her feel so happy, that she did not want to open her
+eyes and dispel the illusion. Then she thought she heard a clock
+strike--one, two three, four--her clock! she would have known that sound
+anywhere. She could not resist the temptation to look, and slowly
+unclosed one eye.
+
+Yes, that was her very own clock that Jack had given her on the
+mantel-piece, there could be no mistake about that, nor about the
+mantel-piece either, for that matter, nor about the pictures over it,
+nor about the paper on the wall--both eyes were wide open now--nor about
+the rugs on the floor, nor the sofa, nor the chairs, nor the pretty,
+white bedstead. It was all a beautiful mystery, and she did not try to
+solve it. She simply gave a happy little sigh and fell into a deep and
+quiet sleep.
+
+When she awoke again she felt better and stronger, and lay for several
+minutes feasting her eyes upon the familiar features of her old room at
+home.
+
+Then the door opened quietly, and a sweet-faced woman in a wash-dress
+and white cap and apron entered.
+
+"Oh, tell me," asked Marjorie, eagerly, "am I dreaming, or have I been
+dreaming? Is this really my room, and if it is, wasn't there any fire,
+and if there was, how--"
+
+"There, there, my dear," answered a soft pleasant voice, "you are very
+wide-awake again, I am glad to see, and this is your own home, and there
+was a fire; and if you will lie very quiet, and not ask any more
+questions, you can see your brother Jack in a little while, and a little
+later your father, when he comes home."
+
+"And--and are you--are you--" faltered Marjorie.
+
+"Oh, I am Miss Farley, the hospital nurse. Now lie still, dear, and
+don't bother your head about anything."
+
+"I won't," responded Marjorie, with a contented smile. "I thought maybe
+you were a step-mother."
+
+In the afternoon Marjorie was so much better that Miss Farley let Jack
+spend quite a while by her bedside, while he told everything that had
+happened.
+
+"My eye!" said he, "you must have given your head a terrible crack when
+you fell from the steps. I can tell you father and I and Hetty were
+scared. That was three weeks ago. Just think of that. You've had
+brain-fever, and all sorts of things. But Dr. Scott and Miss Farley
+pulled you through in great shape. The best thing was that father could
+have you put right into an ambulance and brought here. Say, what do you
+suppose he has been up to all these months? Why, he's been having this
+dear old house rebuilt just exactly as it was before the fire; and there
+was a lot more furniture and things saved than you and I thought, and he
+has had it all put back in the old places, and he has bought everything
+he could get exactly like what was burned, and what he couldn't buy he
+has had made so that you'd think it was the same identical thing. He
+used to come here afternoons and boss the workmen about, and in the
+evening he'd come here alone and arrange things in the old places. Say,
+isn't it just fine! and he never said a word about it, so that he could
+have it for a surprise for you on your birthday. It was all ready the
+day you got hurt, so he had you brought right here, and yesterday was
+your birthday, so that it came out just as he had hoped, after all."
+
+"Where's Hetty?" asked Marjorie, after a short pause.
+
+"Hetty? Oh, she married the milkman, and left without warning the day we
+moved in here," said Jack.
+
+"Papa," said Marjorie, as she lay holding his hand as he sat beside her
+that afternoon, after she had thanked him for his beautiful birthday
+present, "papa, you're not going to bring anybody here to take mamma's
+place, are you?"
+
+"No, my pet," replied Mr. Mason, as he bent and kissed her cheek.
+"Nobody in the world can ever do that; but nobody in the world can come
+so near it as her dear little daughter."
+
+
+
+
+LAURIE VANE, BRAKEMAN.
+
+BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.
+
+
+Mudhole Junction was a desolate place enough, especially on winter
+nights, when the wind roared through the mountain gorges, and an
+occasional fierce, despairing shriek from a passing locomotive waked the
+wild echoes among the granite peaks. But Blundon, the station-master,
+and Laurie Vane, the bright-eyed young fellow from the East, who lived
+in the little shanty a quarter of a mile off had a soft spot in their
+hearts for Mudhole Junction, and with reason. Both of them had found
+health and strength in the high, pure altitude, and each had also found
+a friend in the other. Blundon often wondered why a young fellow of
+nineteen should be living up there, apparently as much cut off from the
+human species, other than the Mudhole Junctionites, as though he
+belonged to another planet. But seeing the boy was perfectly correct in
+every way, and Blundon himself having the soul of a gentleman, and above
+asking questions, Laurie Vane was not bothered to give explanations.
+
+One autumn night, about a year after Laurie's advent, he and the
+station-master were spending quite a hilarious evening together in the
+little station-house. A fire roared on the hearth, and some malodorous
+cheese, a plate of crackers, and a pitcher of eider were on the table.
+On one side of the fire sat Blundon, grizzled and round-shouldered, but
+with a world of good sense in his well-marked face; on the other side
+sat Laurie, a red fez set sideways on his curly head, and his guitar
+across his knees.
+
+"Talk about your spectacular shows," said Laurie, softly thrumming "In
+Old Madrid," on the guitar, "I don't know anything quite up to that
+ten-o'clock express on a wild night like this. When she rushes out of
+the black mouth of the tunnel for that straight stretch of three miles
+down here, and flies past, hissing and screaming, with one great glaring
+eye blazing in the darkness, she looks more like one of the dragons of
+hell than anything I can imagine. It's worth more than many a show I've
+paid two dollars and a half to see."
+
+Blundon smiled at this as he answered:
+
+"And I can see it every night in the year for nothing. People call it
+lonesome up here, but I guess mighty few folks know how much company an
+old railroad man like me can get out of passing ingines and slow
+freights, and even out of the rails and ties. Anybody would think I was
+a paid section-boss the way I watch the road-bed about here."
+
+"How long were you a railroad man?" asked Laurie, stopping in his
+thrumming.
+
+"About twenty years," said Blundon. "But it was in the East, where
+railroading ain't the same as it is out here. I was in the caboose of a
+train that made two hundred and twenty miles, year in and year out, in
+four hours and forty minutes, including three stops. It was a solid
+train of Pullmans, and the road-bed was as smooth as a ballroom floor. I
+had an eighteen-thousand-dollar ingine--the Lively Sally--and when I
+pulled the throttle out she was just like a race-horse when he hears the
+starter shout 'Go!' I don't believe I ever could have quit the railroad
+business if the Lively Sally hadn't come to grief. But it wasn't when I
+was a-drivin' her. I was laid off sick, and they gave her to another
+man--a good enough fellow, but you can't learn the ways of an ingine in
+a day nor a week, any more than you can learn the ways of a woman in a
+day or a week. Sally used to get balky, once a year reg'lar. For about a
+week she'd have the jim-jams--seemed like she got tired of working, and
+wanted a spell of rest in the round-house. Well, the new man didn't know
+this, and instead of letting her have her own way, he tried to drive
+her, and Sally just blew her cylinder-head out for spite. And when
+she was helpless on the siding a long freight came along, and the
+switchman lost his wits, and set the switch wrong, and that
+eighteen-thousand-dollar beauty was crippled so she never was worth much
+afterward. And about that time my lungs gave out, and I had to come up
+here. I never cared much about an ingine after Sally. I dare say I might
+get a place again to run a passenger train, but I think about poor
+Sally, and I don't feel like going back on the old girl; so here I am,
+side-tracked for life at Mudhole Junction."
+
+"It was all on account of a patent air-brake that I'm here," remarked
+Laurie.
+
+"It's coming," thought Blundon.
+
+"I am an only child," said Laurie, after a little pause, "and I had the
+best daddy in the world, except that he was so obstinate."
+
+"_You_ weren't obstinate, young feller," Blundon gravely interjected.
+"You were just firm. It's the other feller that's pig-headed always. Go
+on."
+
+Laurie glanced up quickly, and grinned at Blundon for a moment.
+
+"Well, perhaps I was a little obstinate too--a chip of the old block. As
+long as my mother lived, God bless her!"--here Laurie raised his cap
+reverently--"she could always make peace between us. But when she went
+to heaven there was nobody to do this. The first serious falling out we
+had was when I went to college. I took the scientific course, and
+apparently I didn't do much at it. But I was working like a beaver at an
+air-brake, and when I wasn't in the class-rooms I was down at the
+railroad shops studying brakes. I found out a lot about them, and I also
+found out that my wonderful invention wasn't any invention at all. It
+had been tried and discarded. My father, though, thought I was idling,
+and wrote me a riproaring letter. One word brought on another, until at
+last I walked myself out of the house after our last interview, and told
+my father I would never take another cent from him as long as I lived. I
+had a little money that my mother left me. My father said I'd come back
+as soon as I'd run through with what I had, and that made me mad. I knew
+my lungs weren't in good shape, and the doctors told me to come up here
+and try living in a shanty for a year. I've done it, and I'm cured, and
+my feelings have softened toward my father--he was a kind old dad when
+he had his own way--but I can't--I _can't_ make the first advance to
+him."
+
+Blundon's usual address to Laurie was, "Young feller," but on serious
+occasions he called him "Mr. Vane, sir."
+
+"Mr. Vane, sir," he said, "do you know the meaning of the word courage?"
+
+"Yes," answered Laurie, promptly.
+
+"And sense--good, hard, barnyard sense, Mr. Vane, sir?"
+
+"Yes," again replied Laurie.
+
+"And, Mr. Vane, sir, do you think you're treatin' your father right?"
+
+"N-n-no," said Laurie, not at all promptly.
+
+"Well, Mr. Vane, sir," continued Blundon, rising, and getting his
+lantern, "I don't think you can lay any extravagant claims to either
+sense or courage as long as you don't know how to make the first advance
+toward your own father, when you know you ain't treatin' him right.
+There's the express going in the tunnel."
+
+Laurie rose too with a grave face. Blundon's words were few, but Laurie
+had learned to know the man, and to respect him deeply; and Laurie knew
+that Blundon's words were a strong condemnation.
+
+The two went out upon the little platform to see the express pass. The
+night was very dark, without moon or stars. In a minute or two the
+train, a blaze of light from end to end, dashed out of the tunnel, and
+with one wild scream took the three-mile straight stretch down-grade
+like a streak of lightning. Not half the distance had been covered, when
+Blundon, almost dropping the lantern in his surprise, shouted, "She's
+slowing up to stop!"
+
+Almost by the time the words were out of his mouth the locomotive was
+within fifty yards of them, and with a clang, a bang, and a snort it
+came to a full stop. The conductor had jumped off while the train was
+still moving, and he ran up to Blundon and Laurie.
+
+"What's the matter?" asked Blundon, holding up the lantern in the
+conductor's face.
+
+"Matter enough," answered the conductor. "The engineer slipped on the
+floor of the cab, about ten miles back, and wrenched his arm, so he is
+perfectly helpless, and almost wild with pain; the negro fireman brought
+us the last ten miles, but he couldn't take us over the mountain."
+
+"I reckon _I_ can," said Blundon, coolly. "You know my record."
+
+"Yes; and that's why I stopped," answered the conductor. "But look
+here."
+
+He handed out a piece of paper, on which was written clearly:
+
+     "Pay no attention to a red light on the trestle. It means a hold up
+     at the end of the trestle. The men know what is in the express car,
+     and they have dynamite.
+
+  "A FRIEND."
+
+"Maybe it's a hoax," said Blundon.
+
+"And maybe it ain't a hoax," said the conductor.
+
+Blundon, the conductor, and Laurie had been standing close together
+during this short and half-whispered colloquy, but the negro fireman had
+slipped up behind them, and had seen the note by the lantern's glimmer.
+
+"Good Lawd A'mighty!" he yelled. "De train robbers is arter dis heah
+train! Well, dey ain' gwi git no chance fur to blow dis nigger up wid
+dynamite." And without another word he took to his heels, and
+immediately was lost in the darkness.
+
+"Here's a pretty kettle of fish!" exclaimed the conductor.
+
+"Never you mind," said Blundon, with a grim smile; "this young feller
+will be my fireman, and I'll agree to take the train across the
+mountain, hold up or no hold up. I'm off duty now until six o'clock
+to-morrow morning, and I can get back by that time."
+
+"All right," answered the conductor, going toward the cab, where they
+found the engineer groaning with pain.
+
+"Just groan through the telephone, old man," said Blundon, as they
+helped him out, "and you'll get a doctor from the house over yonder, and
+he'll set your arm in a jiffy."
+
+"Wouldn't it be a good idea," said Laurie, diffidently, "if the engineer
+telephoned to Stoneville that if the train is delayed to send a posse to
+the Stoneville end of the trestle! This is the night the Stoneville
+Light Infantry meet to drill, and they'd be handy in case of a hold up."
+
+The conductor hesitated a moment, then went over to the express car, and
+came back.
+
+"The express messenger says to telephone to the soldier boys, and if it
+is a hoax, he can stand the racket, and if it ain't--well, he has got
+near ninety thousand dollars in the safe, and he ain't a-going to give
+it away."
+
+In another moment the injured engineer was ringing the telephone bell.
+Two or three passengers then appeared on the platform of the smoker.
+
+"Hello!" cried one of them, in a voice singularly like Laurie's. "What's
+up?"
+
+"Stopping for a new fireman, sir," answered the conductor, airily. "All
+aboard!"
+
+As Laurie took his seat, in the cab beside Blundon, he said, with a pale
+face, "That was my father who spoke."
+
+"Glad of it," bawled Blundon, over the roar of the train. "I hope he's
+got a gun."
+
+Laurie had often heard that one never could judge of a man until he had
+been seen engaged in his own especial vocation, and he found it true as
+regarded Blundon. The old engineer was usually round-shouldered, and had
+a leisurely, not to say lazy, way of moving about. But the instant his
+hand touched the throttle of the engine he became alert and keen-eyed,
+his figure straightened, and the power he possessed intrinsically became
+visible.
+
+The train sped on for an hour before entering a deep cut, at the end of
+which they would have to cross a great ravine over a long trestle. A
+mile or two beyond the trestle was the little manufacturing town of
+Stoneville. As they entered the cut darkness became blackness, and the
+train began to slow up a little before going on the trestle.
+
+Laurie shouted in Blundon's ear, "This is a mighty good place for a
+train robbery!"
+
+Blundon nodded, and Laurie, turning to the window, strained his eyes
+toward the ravine that showed like a huge black shadow before them. And
+in the middle of the trestle a red danger signal burned steadily.
+
+"It's there," cried Laurie to Blundon.
+
+By the time the words were out of his mouth a fusillade of shots rattled
+against the side of the cab.
+
+"Lie down! lie down!" cried Blundon, throwing himself flat on the floor,
+and Laurie promptly followed suit. Then three ghostly figures leaped on
+the train, and two of them catching Blundon and Laurie, held them fast,
+while the third brought the train to a stop.
+
+"Get up," said the first robber to Blundon, who scrambled to a sitting
+posture with a pistol at his ear. The second robber had likewise
+established close connections between Laurie's ear and another pistol,
+but allowed him also to sit up on the floor. The third robber jumped
+off, and presently the crash of dynamite showed that the express car was
+broken into. Then there was a wait of ten minutes, while the robbers, of
+whom there were several, rifled the safe.
+
+During this time Blundon showed such perfect coolness that it calmed
+Laurie's natural excitement, and won the admiration of the highwaymen.
+
+"Euchred, Mr. Vane, sir!" was Blundon's only exclamation, as he sat
+cross-legged, looking at Laurie.
+
+To this Laurie replied, "I told you it was a good place for a train
+robbery."
+
+"Young man," remarked the gentleman who covered Laurie with his pistol,
+"I am afraid you haven't had the advantages of good society, like me and
+my pal there. You hadn't oughter call names, especially on a social
+occasion like this."
+
+"Perhaps I oughtn't," meekly answered Laurie.
+
+"We are gentlemen, we are," continued this facetious bandit. "We don't
+go in for robbin' ladies of their handbags--we don't want your little
+silver watch, sonny. We are opposed to the bloated corporations that
+rule this country, and we are doing our best to maintain the rights of
+individuals against them by cleaning out their safes."
+
+Laurie, without arguing this important question, remarked, "If you have
+so much regard for the rights of individuals, I wish you'd let me
+scratch my eye."
+
+"I will do it for you with pleasure," amiably remarked the bandit, and
+with the cold muzzle of the loaded pistol he gently scratched Laurie's
+eye, to that young gentleman's intense discomfort.
+
+In a few minutes more several of the gang who had gone through with the
+safe came to the cab.
+
+"Bring one of those gents out here," said the man who seemed to be the
+leader. "We have got the express car and the engine disconnected from
+the rest of the train, but we don't exactly understand the brakes, and
+we want them set."
+
+A gleam of intelligence passed between Blundon and Laurie which served
+the purpose of words.
+
+"That young feller," said Blundon, indicating Laurie, "is a famous
+brakeman. He invented an air-brake once, only it wouldn't work."
+
+[Illustration: BEFORE A WORD WAS SPOKEN, MR. VANE RECOGNIZED LAURIE.]
+
+Laurie, still covered by the pistol in the hands of his friends, got out
+of the cab, and soon the sound of hammering and knocking reverberated,
+showing he was working with the brakes. In a little while he was brought
+back, and Blundon and himself were then marched to the passenger car,
+hustled in, and the door locked on them. The first person Laurie's eyes
+rested on was his father. The excited passengers gathered around the
+two, but before a word was spoken Mr. Vane recognized Laurie. In another
+minute the two were in each other's arms. Laurie's first words were:
+"Daddy, I was wrong. I beg you will forgive me--"
+
+But his father could only say, brokenly, "My boy--my boy!"
+
+Blundon, after a few moments, raised his hand for silence, and then, in
+a low voice, but perfectly distinct to the earnest listeners, he said:
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen, them train-robbers have bitten off more than they
+can chew. We had warning of this at Mudhole Junction, and the reg'lar
+engineer--I'm only a substitute--telephoned an hour ago to the
+Stoneville Light Infantry to be here if the train wasn't on time, and no
+doubt the soldiers ain't half a mile away. I've got a young amatoor
+fireman here--Mr. Laurie Vane--who invented an air-brake--"
+
+"That wouldn't work," added Laurie, _sotto voce_.
+
+"--And the robbers took him to set the brakes so they could run away
+with the ingine and express car. But this smart young gentleman
+disconnected the coil of the brakes, and everything about this train is
+just the same as if it was nailed to the tracks. The ingine can spit
+sparks, but she can't turn a wheel, and I'm thinkin' they'll be
+monkeyin' with her until the Stoneville Light Infantry comes along and
+bags 'em every one!"
+
+A silent hand-clapping greeted this; then all the passengers, keeping
+perfectly still, waited for their rescuers to arrive. Meanwhile a great
+noise and whacking went on outside, as the robbers vainly struggled to
+make the engine move. Laurie sat, his arm about his father's neck, and
+although he said but little, every glance was an appeal for forgiveness.
+Blundon had made him out something of a hero in resource, and his
+father's proud recognition of it was plain to all. After fifteen
+minutes' waiting, under high tension, Blundon, peering closely into the
+surrounding darkness, uttered a suppressed chuckle.
+
+"They're comin'," he said. "The robbers don't see 'em; they are too busy
+with the ingine."
+
+A pause followed, unbroken by a word; then a yell, as the robbers
+realized they were surrounded. The passengers locked up in the
+drawing-room car could see little of the scuffle, but they heard it, and
+in a few minutes the door was wrenched open, and an officer in uniform
+announced that the robbers were captured, and called for the engineer to
+come and take charge of the engine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Laurie and Blundon both wear watches with inscriptions on them--gifts
+from the railway company. Laurie is living in his father's house, and
+has altogether given up his dream of inventing a new brake, and is
+reading law very hard, much to his father's delight; and people say,
+"Did you ever see a father and son so fond of one another as Mr. Vane
+and that boy of his?"
+
+And Laurie has several times asked his father, dryly, if he was really
+sorry that his only son had studied up the subject of air-brakes when he
+ought to have been in the class-room. Laurie has promised Blundon that
+once in two years at least he will go to Mudhole Junction. They have had
+but one meeting as yet, since Laurie left, when Blundon sagely remarked:
+
+"Mr. Vane, sir, I think you did a sight better in holding that train
+down to the track with them ordinary brakes than you ever will with any
+of your own. But the best thing you did, after all, was to ask your
+father's pardon, and you ought to have done it a year before, Mr. Vane,
+sir."
+
+
+
+
+A NEW USE FOR APES.
+
+
+Here's a great note about two very interesting things--golf and monkeys.
+According to an English paper, lately received, while pets are mostly
+kept for the purpose of merely being petted, now and then they are
+taught to make themselves useful. The latest instance of the useful pet,
+the journal states, is in the case of certain apes which have been
+trained to act as caddies in the now fashionable game of golf. The
+caddie is indispensable to a golf player, and a Miss Dent, whose
+brother, Lieutenant Dent, of the United States Navy, has recently
+returned to America from the China station, has two Formosa apes which
+he brought here, and which they have trained to the business of caddies.
+They wear liveries of white duck, and each has a Turkish fez.
+
+
+
+
+THE BOY SOLDIER IN CAMP.
+
+BY RICHARD BARRY.
+
+
+In every boy's heart--I am sure in every American boy's heart--there
+lies a love for martial things. The sound of a fife and drum, the sight
+of a soldier's uniform, stir him and set his blood a-tingling. Does
+there exist anywhere a boy or a man who has not "played soldier" at some
+time in his life? No; I judge not in this country.
+
+Everyone who witnessed the Columbian parades in New York remembers the
+march of the city school-boys. With shoulders and heads erect they kept
+their well-formed lines; their young officers knew what they were about,
+and gave their orders sharp and clear.
+
+These boys had been drilled every week on the playground, the street, or
+in one of the regimental armories, and they had caught the spirit of the
+thing.
+
+Some people have been foolish enough to decry military training in our
+public schools. Have they ever thought that these boys will soon be
+large enough to carry real muskets if it should be necessary? The big
+majority of our soldiers in the last great war were under the age of
+twenty-four. But there are other things to be considered.
+
+The writer has for some years past been interested in one of the largest
+boys' clubs in the city of New York. It has grown from a rather unruly
+mob of youngsters, gathered from the streets and tenements of the great
+East Side, to an orderly, well-governed body of over three hundred boys,
+who can be trusted to preserve their own decorum in the club-rooms, and
+who do not need a policeman to make them toe the proper mark. A military
+formation has accomplished this. A large drum-and-fife corps keeps up
+the interest, and the officers and most of the governors of the club are
+chosen from among the boys themselves. A military training promotes a
+respect for proper authority, which is the foundation of all thoroughly
+good citizenship.
+
+But as this is not a lecture on the advantages of the system, we must
+come to the point--the boy soldier in camp. No doubt the most pleasant
+as well as the most useful part of the drill life of our militia
+regiments is the week's encampment at Peekskill. The men come back brown
+and healthy, and with the satisfaction of having learned something. An
+encampment of boys can accomplish the same results.
+
+At Orrs Mills, Cornwall-on-Hudson, an experiment has been tried with
+great success during the past summer. A camp of instruction and
+recreation was established, and the results should encourage other
+attempts in the same direction.
+
+The life of the soldier boys was a combination of duty, which might be
+called pleasant work, and play. The routine of a regular encampment was
+followed, and as one regiment or brigade left, another took its place,
+the same as at Peekskill.
+
+These boys belonged to a Baptist military organization; they were all in
+charge of an instructor who ranked as Colonel, but the Majors,
+Adjutants, Captains, Lieutenants, and non-commissioned officers were
+boys of from twelve to fourteen.
+
+[Illustration: GUARD MOUNT.]
+
+In the early morning the boy bugler turned the camp out at reveille, and
+the sergeants called the first roll; then the companies marched to
+breakfast in the mess-tent, where plain wholesome food was provided in
+plenty. After the meal came guard-mount, a ceremony requiring
+considerable knowledge, and one of the most importance. The old guard
+was relieved and dismissed, and the new one took its place; sentries
+were posted, and the day of the soldier began. Drills and squad details
+followed. Excursions into the neighboring hills, plunges into the
+swimming-pool, and target practice kept the time from dragging, and at
+dress parade in the evening buttons and arms were brightened, the
+regiment took its position on the meadow near the camp, and the
+companies were accounted for. Then the Adjutant read the orders for the
+following day, and the Colonel took command; the drums rolled, the fifes
+shrilled, and as the last note sounded, the cannon roared out sunset,
+and down came the flag. The soldier's day was over. "Taps" set the
+echoes going at nine o'clock, and tired and happy, the boys fell asleep
+in their cots and blankets.
+
+There is no use saying that this does not pay. It is the thing the boys
+like. Tell a boy that a thing is "good for him," and he generally
+dislikes it, but in this case the boys do not have to be told. They take
+to it naturally.
+
+A word as to the starting of a boys' military company might come in well
+here, and might be of interest. It is an easy thing to _start_ one, the
+trouble being to hold it together; and this all depends upon the way one
+goes about it.
+
+All that is necessary at first is to get the boys and find a person who
+is capable and willing to assist them in learning the manual of arms and
+the school of the soldier. Almost any State regiment or separate company
+will supply a man who will take interest enough to attend all drills,
+and give up a fair amount of time for sheer love of soldiering.
+
+There must be one thing kept in mind: there must be no half-way
+interest, and there must be no foolishness; the more serious one is at
+first, the more successful the latter work. It will not take long for a
+boy Lieutenant to be able to take command if he studies; he must enforce
+attention, and be _sure_ in his orders. Once let the others find out
+that he knows well what he is talking about, and they will respect him
+and obey him as eagerly as if he were forty years old and six feet tall.
+
+Arms and uniforms are absolutely necessary, and of course cost money;
+but it is quite surprising at what comparatively small expense a company
+of boys can be outfitted. Drill muskets of wood are the cheapest, and
+can be procured with detachable bayonets, but the best of all is the old
+Springfield smooth bore cut down and reduced to about five pounds in
+weight. A company of boys thirty in number can be equipped with these
+strong pieces at the cost of about sixty dollars. A good uniform costs
+much more; but serviceable fatigue-caps can be purchased for less than a
+dollar, and a uniform made out of good strong blue cloth for five or six
+dollars. Good drums can be procured at about the same expense as the
+uniforms, but it does not pay to get a very cheap drum. By enlisting
+the interest of parents, uncles, and the family in general, an eager
+boy will accomplish wonders in outfitting himself, and a fair or an
+entertainment well worked up will draw funds from unexpected sources.
+
+[Illustration: THE CAMP.]
+
+Supposing, however, that a company of lads connected with a school, a
+society, or perhaps entirely independent, wishes to reap the benefits of
+faithful drilling and go into camp. The first thing to be done is to get
+the older heads to agree in helping out the venture, then to find a
+suitable locality, and one not remote from home.
+
+[Illustration: THE MESS TENT.]
+
+Good drinking-water, and plenty of it, is a _sine qua non_ (this for our
+Latin scholars). The ground should be dry and hard, and in as much of a
+sheltered position as possible, and there should be a wide open field
+devoid of stumps and muddy places for a drill and play ground. One of
+the first difficulties will be the procuring of tents, and here, of
+course, will come a rub. There are, however, many places where they can
+be rented for the purpose in the big cities, and no make-shift wigwams
+should be attempted. In some States the military authorities, approached
+through the proper channels, may be able to loan tents for the purpose,
+and a letter to the Adjutant-General will procure all the information
+upon the subject. But even if tents are not to be had, the idea of a
+military outing need not be given up. A hay-mow is far from a bad place
+to sleep in, and a fair-sized barn will accommodate a large number of
+boys who do not object to roughing it. The cooking could be done camp
+fashion, outside; and that brings us to one of the most important
+points--food, what it costs and how to get it. A cook should be hired,
+and one man can cook for a large number if he has a detail of young
+soldiers to help him with the mess-gear. Every boy should bring, besides
+his blankets, a knife, fork, and spoon, and a tin plate and cup. It will
+cost to feed a healthy boy in camp at least forty cents a day; the thing
+to avoid is waste.
+
+In such a short article as this it is out of the question to go into
+general detail, and of course without the help of older people and
+without funds it is impossible to do anything.
+
+A boys' encampment should be managed by the boys themselves so far as
+the duties are concerned. They should be responsible for their own order
+and behavior, but of course it is necessary to have some one with
+experience at the very head, and a doctor or a surgeon must be enlisted
+for the time. This is most important. Any militia regiment would provide
+a volunteer for the position of Colonel or post commander, and care
+should be taken that he is a man who is well fitted to instruct and
+versed in the usages of camp life.
+
+Three or four things the boys must have constantly in mind. While they
+are supposed to have all the enjoyment they can, they must remember that
+they are soldiers, and that duty is first. Once looked at seriously in
+this light, it is wonderfully surprising how quickly a boy will learn.
+Another thing to remember is that every one of them may be an officer
+some day, and that his companions recognize merit as quickly as men do,
+and that he must listen. To a young officer a good word of advice is,
+"make your men listen"; and that can be accomplished by speaking
+distinctly and evenly, and not pompously or in a shambling, careless
+manner.
+
+They say that a week in camp is worth a winter's drill; and if the
+advantages are so great for our grown-up soldiers, they will of course
+work the same way with the boys.
+
+During the war of the rebellion a military school in Virginia turned out
+into active service on the Confederate side. They actually met and
+fought grown men, and stood their ground bravely. Discipline made men of
+them, and a pride in their organization put years on their shoulders. Of
+course it is not expected that our boy companies will be called upon to
+fight nowadays, but as the strength of a nation often depends on the
+striplings in the ranks, it can work no possible harm to begin early. We
+trust that in the next year there will be many new encampments, many new
+companies formed, and that the various State governments will give all
+encouragement to the boy soldiers who in a few years may serve them well
+in the National Guard in case of riot or of trouble.
+
+
+
+
+SOME CLEVER CHILDREN.
+
+
+The children of the town of Clitheroe, in England, are not afraid to ask
+for what they want. According to an item in the Lancashire _Daily Post_
+a meeting of the children of Clitheroe was recently held in the
+market-place to petition the Town Council to provide them with
+play-grounds. There was a fair number present. A boy named John Yates
+presided. It was decided to send the Mayor and Corporation the following
+memorial: "We, the children of Clitheroe, in public meeting assembled,
+beg to lay before you our needs in the matter of play-grounds. We have
+none; if we play at all, we are forced to play in the streets. Then, by
+your instructions, we are liable to be pounced upon by the police and
+prosecuted. Such a state of things, we venture to suggest, is very
+unfair to us, and seeing that you are elected to your positions by our
+fathers and mothers, and as we are sure they would not object to pay a
+little extra in taxes for our benefit--we are perfectly aware that to
+provide play-grounds would incur expense--we beg of you to take this
+matter into your serious consideration, and do honor to yourselves by
+recognizing our needs and providing us with play-grounds."
+
+It would seem as if it ought to prove very difficult to the authorities
+to refuse to yield to so reasonable and respectfully framed a request as
+this. Certainly the future of the town of Clitheroe should be an
+interesting one, seeing what style of citizens it is likely to have when
+these brave little boys and girls grow up and "run things" to suit
+themselves.
+
+
+
+
+A FAIR EXPLANATION.
+
+
+There are some men who are never at a loss to give an explanation of any
+thing they are asked about, and often they do not go so far wrong even
+when they have no actual knowledge in the matter. Among these, according
+to a story lately encountered, is a boatswain of one of the large
+transatlantic steamers. A little time ago, as the story has it, one of
+the crew of this steamer (while the passengers were at dinner) picked up
+a menu, and seeing on the top "Table d'hote," inquired of one of his
+mates the meaning of it.
+
+"What does this 'ere mean, Joe?"
+
+Joe, taking the menu, gazed on it with a puzzled air, scratched his
+head, and said: "I can't make nothing out of it. Let's go to old Coffin;
+he's a scholard, and sure to know."
+
+On giving the menu to the boatswain, he thoughtfully stroked his chin,
+and said: "Well, look 'ere, mates, it's like this 'ere. Them swells down
+in the saloon have some soup, a bit of fish, a bit of this, and a bit of
+that, and a hit of summat else, and calls it 'table dottie.' We haves
+'table dottie,' only we mixes it all together and calls it Irish stew."
+
+
+
+
+GRANDFATHER'S ADVENTURES.
+
+KIDNAPPING POOR COOLIES.
+
+BY CAPTAIN HOWARD PATTERSON.
+
+
+The rain was sweeping a musical tattoo against the windows of the room
+in which Ralph Pell was devouring an ancient volume of sea-yarns,
+discovered by him that morning among other old books in the attic chest,
+and which collection represented the little ship's library that had been
+carried by Grandfather Sterling's vessel on many long and venturesome
+voyages to all quarters of the globe. In a sleepy-hollow chair near the
+window that overlooked a sweep of sodden meadow-land sat the old sailor,
+his eyes closed, and his head nodding over a long-stemmed pipe in which
+the fire had gone out some time before, but whose mouth-piece he held
+between his lips with something like the tenacity of a bull-dog's grip.
+
+As Ralph ran his eyes along the line of type that marked the ending of
+the last story, he gave expression to a sigh in which enjoyment and
+regret were equally divided, and turned the leaves of the book through
+his fingers idly, as though reluctant to realize that he had parted
+company with its sea heroes, buccaneers, beautiful captive maidens, and
+other characters who had played their several parts against backgrounds
+of tempest, fire, and piracy.
+
+"Grandpop!" he called, gently, and the old man slept on. "Oh, grandpop!"
+he said, in a louder voice; but the grizzled seaman responded only by a
+little deeper snore and a tighter hold upon the stem of his pipe. A
+mischievous look stole into Ralph's eyes. Suddenly he called out strong,
+"There goes flukes!"
+
+"Where away?" shouted Grandfather Sterling, dropping his pipe and
+jumping excitedly to his feet, imagining that he was on board of a
+whaling-ship, and that the lookout had reported a school of whales in
+sight.
+
+At this Ralph threw himself back in his chair, laughing heartily, and
+did not observe the old sailor's look of bewilderment change to that of
+comprehension and fun-making. Grandfather quietly laid hold of the
+fire-bellows hanging on the chimney front, stole across the room to
+Ralph's chair, and just as its occupant was indulging in a renewed burst
+of mirth the nozzle of the bellows found its way into his generously
+open mouth, and a strong and unexpected rush of air sent his head
+bumping against the back cushion.
+
+"There she blows! There she blows!" yelled Grandfather Sterling, as he
+worked the bellows handles energetically.
+
+After the merriment had ended, and the Captain's pipe had been recovered
+and lit, Ralph said:
+
+"Grandpop, there's a story in that old book of yours about the way that
+the poor coolies were deceived in the East Indies and taken to other
+countries to work as slaves. Do you know any stories about them?"
+
+The old sailor nodded an affirmative. Ralph was all excitement in a
+moment.
+
+"Oh, tell the story, grandpop, please! When did it happen, and what is
+it about?"
+
+Captain Sterling allowed a cloud of smoke to float slowly upward in
+front of him in order to screen the look of mischief in his gray eyes,
+then answered,
+
+"It happened a good many years ago, Ralph, and it is about a ship that I
+was an officer on when she was in the coolie trade."
+
+Ralph jumped to his feet in amazement.
+
+"Grandfather," he said, with a break in his voice, "you don't mean that
+_you_ were once little better than a negro-slaver? It can't be true.
+You're only fooling; now tell the truth, grandpop."
+
+The ashes in the bowl of his pipe seemed to require all of the Captain's
+attention as he replied, quite meekly,
+
+"Yes, Ralph, it's kinder tough to admit it, but the truth is I was once
+a member of the crew of the most noted 'coolie packet' in the business."
+
+Seeing the grieved, reproachful look on Ralph's face, the Captain added:
+
+"Of course it may make you think a little better of your grandfather
+when I tell you that I would not have joined such a vessel willingly,
+and that I did not know her character until I was on board."
+
+Ralph hurried to his grandfather's side, passed his arm affectionately
+around the old man's neck, and said, in a relieved way:
+
+"I'm so glad you said that, grandpop, because I wouldn't want to know
+that my grandfather had ever been a coolie-stealer. And now, after
+scaring a fellow so badly, the least you can do to make things square is
+to tell the story in your best style, which you would call 'ship-shape
+and Bristol fashion.'"
+
+"All right, my boy, I'll do penance in that way; and now to begin:
+
+"I had gone out to China as second mate of the ship _White Cloud_. She
+was an old vessel, and in a typhoon that we made acquaintance with had
+been so badly strained and damaged that we just managed to reach port by
+keeping all hands at the pumps day and night for more than a week. A
+board of survey condemned the ship, pronouncing her unfit for further
+service, so all hands were paid off, and we then cast about for other
+berths. I was offered several chances to go before the mast, but having
+been an officer, I disliked to again enter the forecastle. I had
+considerable money, so held back, waiting for something better to turn
+up. At last I was told by one of the shipping-masters that a big English
+vessel had dropped anchor in the harbor to send her second mate to the
+hospital, as he was suffering with the fever peculiar to that coast, and
+that I could get the vacant office by applying to the British Consul. I
+at once made my way to the consulate, saw the Captain of the _Irving
+Castle_, hurriedly signed articles to serve as her second officer, and
+an hour from that time was on board the ship. As soon as I stepped over
+the rail I saw that she was a 'coolie-runner,' and would have backed out
+if possible; but it was too late, so I was forced to make the best of a
+bad bargain.
+
+"I will not attempt to describe to you the horrors of that voyage--how
+we ran out of water owing to calms and head-winds, and how sickness
+ravaged among the wretched creatures packed like pigs in the hold of the
+ship. You may get an idea of that fearful time when I tell you that out
+of the eight hundred coolies that we had on board at the time of
+sailing, only one hundred and fifty lived to reach the port where the
+full measure of their deception and betrayal was realized. The poor
+ignorant fellows had understood that the contract signed by them was
+simply an agreement to work on a plantation at good wages, and that they
+were to be free agents to remain or to be returned to their country
+after a short time, when the expense of their passage had been worked
+out. Instead of that they discovered that such an exorbitant rate was
+charged for their transportation that it would require several years'
+labor to clear them of debt, and a like number more before they would be
+entitled to the return voyage. Protest availed them nothing, and they
+were led away as so many slaves to begin their weary servitude.
+
+"I was heart-sick of the trade, and a little ashamed, too, of sailing
+under a foreign flag, so I left the _Irving Castle_ at the first
+opportunity. I know that all hands were glad to see the 'Yankee' go, for
+I had held up the honor of my own country in a rather forcible way on
+several occasions when the discussion as to the wars of 1776 and 1812
+had waxed warm beyond the limits of what might be called gentlemanly
+argument.
+
+"And now, my boy, you know how it was that I came to serve on a
+'coolie-slaver' under the British flag."
+
+
+
+
+THE IMP OF THE TELEPHONE.
+
+BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
+
+I.--JIMMIEBOY MAKES HIS ACQUAINTANCE.
+
+
+The telephone was ringing, of that there was no doubt, and yet no one
+went to see what was wanted, which was rather strange. The cook had a
+great way of rushing up from the kitchen to where the 'phone stood in
+the back hall whenever she heard its sounding bells, because a great
+many of her friends were in the habit of communicating with her over the
+wire, and she didn't like to lose the opportunity to hear all that was
+going on in the neighborhood. And then, too, Jimmieboy's papa was at
+work in the library not twenty feet away, and surely one would hardly
+suppose that he would let it ring as often as Jimmieboy had heard it
+this time--I think there were as many as six distinct rings--without
+going to ask the person at the other end what on earth he was making all
+that noise about. So it was altogether queer that after sounding six
+times the bell should fail to summon any one to see what was wanted.
+Finally it rang loud and strong for a seventh time, and, although he
+wasn't exactly sure about it, Jimmieboy thought he heard a whisper
+repeated over and over again, which said, "Hullo, Jimmieboy! Jimmieboy,
+Hullo! Come to the telephone a moment, for I want to speak to you."
+
+Whether there really was any such whisper as that or not, Jimmieboy did
+not delay an instant in rushing out into the back hall and climbing upon
+a chair that stood there to answer whoever it was that was so anxious to
+speak to somebody.
+
+"Hullo, you!" he said, as he got his little mouth over the receiver.
+
+"Hullo!" came the whisper he thought he had heard before. "Is that you,
+Jimmieboy?"
+
+"Yes. It's me," returned Jimmieboy. "Who are you?"
+
+"I'm me, too," answered the whisper with a chuckle. "Some people call me
+Hello Hithere Whoareyou, but my real name is Impy. I am the Imp of the
+Telephone, and I live up here in this little box right over where your
+mouth is."
+
+"Dear me!" ejaculated Jimmieboy in pleased surprise. "I didn't know
+anybody ever lived in that funny little closet, though I had noticed it
+had a door with a key-hole in it."
+
+"Yes, I can see you now through the key-hole, but you can't see me,"
+said the Imp, "and I'm real sorry you can't, for I am ever so pretty. I
+have beautiful mauve-colored eyes with eyelashes of pink, long and fine
+as silk. My eyebrows are sort of green like the lawn gets after a sun
+shower in the late spring. My hair, which is hardly thicker than the
+fuzzy down or the downy fuzz--as you prefer it--of a peach, is colored
+like the lilac, and my clothes are a bright red, and I have a pair of
+gossamer wings to fly with."
+
+"Isn't there any chance of my ever seeing you?" asked Jimmieboy.
+
+"Why, of course," said the Imp. "Just the best chance in all the world.
+Do you remember the little key your papa uses to lock his new cigar box
+with?"
+
+"The little silver key he carries on the end of his watch chain?"
+queried Jimmieboy, eagerly.
+
+"The very same," said the Imp, "That key is the only key in this house
+that will fit this lock. If you can get it and will open the door you
+can see me, and if you will eat a small apple I give you when we do
+meet, you will smallen up until you are big enough to get into my room
+here and see what a wonderful place it is. Do you think you can get the
+key?"
+
+"I don't know," Jimmieboy answered. "I asked papa to let me have it
+several times already, but he has always said no."
+
+"It looks hopeless, doesn't it?" returned the Imp. "But I'll tell you
+how I used to do with my dear old father when he wouldn't let me have
+things I wanted. I'd just ask him the same old question over and over
+again in thirteen different ways, and if I didn't get a yes in answer to
+one of 'em, why, I'd know it was useless; but the thirteenth generally
+brought me the answer I wanted."
+
+"I suppose that would be a good way," said Jimmieboy, "but I really
+don't see how I could ask for the key in thirteen different ways."
+
+"You don't, eh?" said the Imp, in a tone of disappointment. "Well, I
+_am_ surprised. You are the first little boy I have had anything to do
+with who couldn't ask for a thing, no matter what it was, in thirteen
+different ways. Why, it's as easy as falling up stairs."
+
+"Tell me a few ways," suggested Jimmieboy.
+
+"Well, first there is the direct way," returned the Imp, "You say just
+as plainly as can be, 'Daddy, I want the key to your cigar box.' He will
+reply, 'No, you are too young to smoke,' and that will make your mamma
+laugh, which will be a good thing in case your papa is feeling a little
+cross when you ask him. There is nothing that puts a man in a good humor
+so quickly as laughing at his jokes. That's way number one," continued
+the Imp. "You wait five minutes before you try the second way, which is,
+briefly, to climb upon your father's knee and say, 'There are two ends
+to your watch chain, aren't there, papa?' He'll say, 'Yes; everything
+has two ends except circles, which haven't any'; then you laugh, because
+he may think that's funny, and then you say, 'You have a watch at one
+end, haven't you?' His answer will be, 'Yes; it has been there fifteen
+years, and although it has been going all that time it hasn't gone yet.'
+You must roar with laughter at that, and then ask him what he has at
+the other end, and he'll say, 'The key to my cigar box,' to which you
+must immediately reply, 'Give it to me, won't you?' And so you go on,
+leading up to that key in everything you do or say for the whole day, if
+it takes that long to ask for it thirteen times. If he doesn't give it
+to you then, you might as well give up, for you'll never get it. It
+always worked when I was little, but it may have been because I put the
+thirteenth question in rhyme every time. If I wanted a cream cake, I'd
+ask for it and ask for it, and if at the twelfth time of asking I hadn't
+got it, I'd put it to him finally this way--
+
+  "'_I used to think that you could do_
+    _Most everything; but now I see_
+  _You can't, for it appears that you_
+    _Can't give a creamy cake to me._'"
+
+"But I can't write poetry," said Jimmieboy.
+
+"Oh, yes you can!" laughed the Imp. "Anybody can. I've written lots of
+it. I wrote a poem to my papa once which pleased him very much, though
+he said he was sorry I had discovered what he called his secret."
+
+"Have you got it with you?" asked Jimmieboy, very much interested in
+what the Imp was saying, because he had often thought, as he reflected
+about the world, that of all the men in it his papa seemed to him to be
+the very finest, and it was his great wish to grow up to be as like him
+as possible; and surely if any little boy could, as the Imp had said,
+write some kind of poetry, he might, after all, follow in the footsteps
+of his father, whose every production, Jimmieboy's mamma said, was just
+as nice as it could be.
+
+"Yes. I have it here, where I keep everything, in my head. Just glue
+your ear as tightly as you can to the 'phone and I'll recite it for you.
+This is it:
+
+  "_I've watched you, papa, many a day._
+    _And think I know you pretty well;_
+  _You've been my chum--at work, at play--_
+    _You've taught me how to romp and spell._
+
+  "_You've taught me how to sing sweet songs;_
+    _You've taught me how to listen, too;_
+  _You've taught me rights; you've shown me wrongs;_
+    _You've made me love the good and true._
+
+  "_Sometimes you've punished me, and I_
+    _Sometimes have wept most grievously_
+  _That yours should lie the hand whereby_
+    _The things I wished were kept from me._
+
+  "_Sometimes I've thought that you were stern;_
+    _Sometimes I could not understand_
+  _Why you should make my poor heart burn_
+    _By scoldings and by reprimand._
+
+  "_Yet as it all comes back, I see_
+    _My sorrows, though indeed most sore_
+  _In those dear days they seemed to me,_
+    _Grieved you at heart by far the more._
+
+  "_The frowns that wrinkled up your brow,_
+    _That grieved your little son erstwhile,_
+  _As I reflect upon them now,_
+    _Were always softened by a smile._
+
+  "_That shone, dear father, in your eyes;_
+    _A smile that was but ill concealed,_
+  _By which the love that in you lies_
+    _For me, your boy, was e'er revealed._"
+
+Here the Imp stopped.
+
+"Go on," said Jimmieboy, softly. "Tell me some more."
+
+"There isn't any more," replied the Imp. "When I got that far I couldn't
+write any more, because I kind of got running over. I didn't seem to fit
+myself exactly. Myself was too big for myself, and so I had to stop and
+sort of settle down again."
+
+"Your papa must have been very much pleased," suggested Jimmieboy.
+
+"Yes, he was," said the Imp; "although I noticed a big tear in his eye
+when I read it to him; but he gave me a great big hug for the poem, and
+I was glad I'd written it. But you must run along and get that key, for
+my time is very short, and if we are to see Magnetville and all the wire
+country we must be off."
+
+"Perhaps if the rhyme always brings about the answer you want, it would
+be better for me to ask the question that way first, and not bother him
+with the other twelve ways," suggested Jimmieboy.
+
+"That's very thoughtful of you," said the Imp. "I think very likely it
+would be better to do it that way. Just you tiptoe softly up to him and
+say,
+
+  "_If you loved me as I love you,_
+    _And I were you and you were me,_
+  _What you asked me I'd surely do,_
+    _And let you have that silver key._"
+
+"I think that's just the way," said Jimmieboy, repeating the verse over
+and over again so as not to forget it. "I'll go to him at once."
+
+And he did go. He tiptoed into the library, at one end of which his papa
+was sitting writing; he kissed him on his cheek, and whispered the verse
+softly in his ear.
+
+"Why certainly," said his papa, when he had finished. "Here it is,"
+taking the key from the end of his chain. "Don't lose it, Jimmieboy."
+
+[Illustration: BEFORE HIM STOOD THE IMP.]
+
+"No, I'll not lose it. I've got too much use for it to lose it," replied
+Jimmieboy, gleefully, and then, sliding down from his papa's lap, he ran
+headlong into the back hall to where the telephone stood, inserted the
+key in the key-hole of the little door over the receiver and turned it.
+The door flew open, and before him stood the Imp.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]
+
+
+Two weeks ago, in commenting upon the Spirit displayed by a certain
+class of scholastic athletes--they cannot properly be called
+sportsmen--I remarked that should ribbons be offered as prizes at future
+interscholastic track-athletic games, I feared five-eighths of those who
+enter under existing conditions would take no further interest in the
+sports. I feared at the time this might be a slight exaggeration, and I
+hope it is: but that my assumption was well grounded there is no doubt.
+I heard of one young man, who proudly canters about the cinder track in
+the spring-time, and claims to be a sportsman, who upon reading the
+paragraph in question exclaimed: "Ribbons? Well, I guess not. You can
+bet that if they had ribbons for prizes, _I_ would be one of the
+five-eighths that would drop out!"
+
+If the awarding of ribbons as prizes could purge the ranks of school
+athletics of such cup-hunting, medal-seeking mercenaries as that young
+man frankly admits he is, I devoutly hope and pray the expedient may be
+adopted. In chemistry there is a way of testing fluids for impurities by
+applying certain acids. If some good genie would only come up out of the
+earth and apply the ribbon test to interscholastic sport as conducted in
+New York city, I can assure him he would get a response that would
+startle him. But I don't suppose there is any use of advocating the
+ribbon scheme. I know, as well as the next man, that it would be
+impracticable. The custom of awarding prizes of value has become too
+general for us to be able to do away with it, even in behalf of such a
+holy cause as the purification of sport. Such a step, too, would injure
+the clean as well as the unclean, and although there is no doubt the
+former would be quite willing to suffer temporarily for the sake of
+redeeming or of getting rid of the latter, the suggestion is too
+radical, I am well aware, to be put into execution. We shall have to
+look for some other method of routing these Tammanyites of
+interscholastic sport.
+
+A great many of these mercenary medal-hunters, like the young man I have
+quoted, will probably sneer at what I am now saying, and will perhaps
+consider me a crank. But a few years from now, if they still remain in
+the field of athletics (if they have not been chased out of it by
+ribbons or some other purifying element), they will see that I am right,
+and that this Department is none too severe in its arraignment of this
+class of sports. For they are "sports." They are not "sportsmen." There
+is a big difference between a "sport" and a "sportsman." A true
+"sportsman" is always a gentleman by instinct, if not by birth and
+education, and he engages in sport for sport's sake only. He does by
+others as he would be done by. A "sport" enters contests for mercenary
+motives, and as a rule prefers to do others.
+
+Young men who are just entering athletics, who are going into contests
+with other amateurs, and hope to continue to engage in sports through
+their school days and college days, and even after that time during
+hours not devoted to the serious work of life, cannot too soon become
+convinced of the fact and imbued with the idea that true sportsmanship
+lies in playing for the sake of the game, and not for the sake of the
+victory or for the prize that victory may bring. "Sport for sport's
+sake" should be the motto of every scholastic athletic association in
+the country, and of every boy who takes part in any game--from marbles
+up.
+
+[Illustration: Argensinger, m'g'r.
+
+Edwards, r. g. Kafer, f.-b.
+
+Righter, l. e. Noble, sub. Powell, q.-b. Dibble, l. h.-b. and Capt.
+Arrott, sub. Emerson, r. t.
+
+Cadwalader, l. t. Richards, l. g. Davis r. h.-b Eddy, r. e. Simons, c.
+
+THE LAWRENCEVILLE FOOTBALL TEAM.]
+
+In all justice, however, to these young men whom I am addressing as they
+probably never have been addressed before, let me say that their
+"sporting" spirit (and I use this word here in the sense of a bad
+mercenary spirit in matters of sport) is largely due to the attitude
+adopted by some of the principals of the New York schools. I do not
+hesitate a moment to put a large part of the blame on these principals,
+because they deserve it, and are directly responsible for a great deal
+of the unsportsmanlike conduct of the boys who attend their schools. If
+they chose, they could easily prevent a great deal of the evil that is
+done to the true spirit of sportsmanship. But they do not look at it in
+that way. Their idea is to encourage sport for the sake of the medals to
+be won, and they look upon a championship as one of the best of
+advertisements for their school. Medals, medals, and more medals; and
+let sport take care of itself! There was a rumor last spring that one of
+the New York principals made one of his pupils sign an agreement to the
+effect that he would only enter in certain events at the interscholastic
+games. The young man was after medals, and wanted to grab for several;
+but the older "sport" was wiser, and he knew there was a better chance
+for gold or silver disks if the energy was concentrated on certain
+ones. All this may be idle talk and without the slightest foundation. I
+hope it is; but it was a good healthy rumor, at any rate, last spring.
+
+The managers of the New York Football Association are having
+considerable difficulty in securing the services of college graduates to
+act as umpires and referees at interscholastic championship games. It is
+easy to see that this might very well be a hard task, for the games are
+played at Williamsbridge, and it means a whole afternoon devoted to the
+purpose for a college graduate--in all probability in business--to
+accept an invitation to act as an official on these occasions.
+Nevertheless, in this great city of New York there ought to be a
+sufficient number of graduates of the local schools, likewise graduates
+of colleges, familiar enough with the game to be efficient, and willing
+to devote at least one or two afternoons of the season to the good work
+of advancing the interests of football in the schools.
+
+It is not right to expect the players to do everything. They deserve
+some encouragement from their elders; and it certainly is discouraging
+for two teams to appear on the field, and find that there are no
+officials to conduct the play. It is not advisable to have officers of
+the N.Y.I.S.F.B.A., or other students or tutors of the schools, act as
+officials, because disputes are more liable to occur under these
+circumstances. And yet if there is no one else at hand or available, it
+is better to take such men for officials than to call the game off. But
+I believe that by using forethought and energy enough college men can be
+found to act as umpires and referees for the remaining games this
+season. Students of the schools are perfectly competent to serve as
+linesmen.
+
+An example of the undesirability of student officials was the recent
+game between Cheshire and the Hopkins Grammar School. The reports of
+that contest as given by the newspapers are something appalling to
+contemplate. If we could believe them we should almost feel like giving
+up our faith in the sportsmanship of that region. Aside from other
+misdeeds, which have nothing to do with sport, credited to them, the
+Hopkins Grammar lads are accused of having played one or more Yale
+medical students on their team. On the other hand, the New Haven players
+accuse their opponents of playing several teachers. (If this be true I
+commend last week's Interscholastic Sport columns to the Cheshire
+scholars.) But whatever the rights and the wrongs of the case may be, it
+is a disgraceful state of affairs, and one that we can well afford to
+pass over in silence as far as the details are concerned.
+
+The point I was leading up to is that the disabled Captain of the
+Hopkins team is reported to have acted as umpire, his place on the field
+being taken by a player named Jewett. The report of the game as printed
+in a New Haven paper goes on to say: "Neither side scored until just
+before the whistle was blown for the end of the first half, when Acting
+Captain Jewett of Hopkins secured the ball and rushed over the line.
+Cheshire claimed time was up, and, according to their version, they were
+supported by the Hopkins Captain as umpire. Acting Captain Jewett,
+however, decided to quit, and the game stopped. Then followed trouble."
+There it is in a nutshell. Jewett decided to quit, because he was not
+satisfied with the umpire's decision. And the umpire was the actual
+Captain of the team which Jewett had charge of and which proved a
+"quitter." If there is anything a sportsman justly despises it is a
+"quitter."
+
+But the Hopkins Grammar players are not the only ones subject to the
+edifying affection commonly called sulks. Last week the French-American
+College and the High-School teams of Springfield, Massachusetts, met in
+a "friendly contest." They were going to play for "sport," of course.
+(Sport for sport's sake, you remember.) Well, it seems that two
+instructors, Mr. Turner and Mr. McGregor, officiated as referee and
+umpire. There was an off-side play, and both officials so agreed and
+decided. Then the College team refused to play any further, and became
+quitters. What I cannot understand in all this is why any team of
+presumably sensible young men, after having agreed to abide by the
+decisions of gentlemen in whom at the time they must have had
+confidence, should refuse to abide by a decision as soon as one is made
+against them. I have said so many times in the few lines that I have
+written this week that this or that was unsportsmanlike, that I think we
+had better drop this painful subject now and turn to something more
+cheerful.
+
+It would seem from the score of the recent game between Hartford High
+and Hillhouse High, that the former had had a hard time of it. In
+reality, the victory was an easy one. Hartford caught the ball at the
+kick-off, and by a series of carefully planned plays forced it down the
+field and over Hillhouse's line for a touch-down. These were the only
+points scored, although the ball was in Hillhouse's territory during
+most of the game. Play was carried on in a pouring rain, which made runs
+around the end almost impossible. Most of the gains on both sides were
+obtained by sending the runners between guard and centre or guard and
+tackle. New Haven's team was as good as could be gotten out of the
+school, but it was considerably inferior in ability and weight to
+Hartford's. Smith and Erickson were weak at the end positions, but not
+much worse than their opponents; but the tackles, Collet and Russell,
+were strong.
+
+The Hartford centre was superior to that of the New Haven team, and had
+little trouble in making holes for the backs to plunge through. McQuade
+at full-back did fully as well as Hartford's man Luce, who is looked
+upon as the crack player in his position in the league, and he was
+responsible for a number of the advances made by his side. On the whole,
+the weather conditions were such as to make a just criticism of the work
+of either team impossible, because no doubt most of the fumbling and
+poor tackling was due to the slippery condition of things in general.
+There was a good deal of ragged playing, however, that cannot be excused
+even on the ground of rain and mud, and Hillhouse especially needs to
+brace up and give attention to interference, and to the breaking up of
+interference.
+
+Hartford put up a good game a few days later against the Yale Freshmen,
+who defeated the school team 20 to 0. There was no scoring done in the
+first half except a safety by Hartford. In the second the Yale men sent
+eight fresh players into the field, and from then on Hartford had little
+show of winning. I think if the same teams had played from start to
+finish, there would have been a different story to tell at the end of
+the game.
+
+Parental interference in boys' sports is always to be regretted,
+especially if the sport is being carried on under rules and conditions
+which experience has shown to be good ones, and under the supervision of
+older persons, who are, as trainers and coaches, just as anxious for the
+young player's health and condition as the most nervous mother could be.
+If a boy is sent to a private school it is fair to presume that his
+parents have confidence in the judgment and integrity of the principal
+and instructors, regardless of their intellectual and scholarly
+attainments or of their pedagogical talents. Therefore, if these
+professors, in whom the parents have expressed their confidence by
+confiding their sons to their care, approve of athletic sports in
+general, and of football at this season in particular, the parents,
+being less able to judge of the merits of the question, should allow
+their boys to take part in these sports until they have good reason to
+discredit the instructor's judgment. Parents, as I have frequently said
+before, are too often influenced by exaggerated reports of football
+accidents occurring to untrained players taking part in unscientific
+contests.
+
+There is no danger to a healthy boy who plays football under the
+supervision of a competent coach. For this reason it is my opinion--and
+I am sure the opinion of all lovers of football--that the parents of the
+Barnard School boys who forbade their sons to take part in the game,
+have made a mistake which they will doubtless recognize when they become
+more familiar with the sport. The action of these parents has resulted
+in the disbanding of the first team at Barnard. This eleven had already
+won several victories, and the players were looking forward to earning a
+creditable position in the league, but now all this has been given up.
+
+But the true spirit of sportsmanship has not by any means been
+extinguished in the school. The players with the objecting parents have
+retired, and the first team has fallen to pieces, but the fragments have
+been collected by an energetic captain, and new men have been found who
+practise on the gridiron daily; not with the view of getting into shape
+for this season, but to train players for next year. This is true
+sportsmanship. These boys are going into sport for sport's sake, and
+should be encouraged. They are of the stuff that winning teams are made
+of.
+
+     W. L. DUBOIS, Urbana, Ohio.--You might lighten your racket by
+     scraping it with glass or sand-paper, or by hollowing out the
+     handle. Don't soak it. You will find it more satisfactory in the
+     end to buy another, or to trade your own off for a lighter one.
+
+     K. M. TOWNER, Asbury Park, New Jersey.--A correct diagram of
+     _Defender_ is not to be had. Some of the yachting papers published
+     approximately correct diagrams at the time of the recent races.
+     There will be an article on the construction of model yachts in the
+     volume of HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, which begins with this issue.
+
+
+  THE GRADUATE.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE CAMERA CLUB.]
+
+
+     Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly
+     answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to
+     hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.
+
+
+OUR PRIZE OFFER.
+
+
+Our prize offer has brought many queries in regard to the rules of the
+competition, the printing, mounting, and marking of the pictures, the
+style of picture required, etc. Though the rules and requirements were
+made as plain and concise as possible, we are quite willing to go more
+into detail and to answer any question which will aid our Camera Club to
+make this competition the best we have yet conducted.
+
+The competition "open to all amateurs" seems to call forth the most
+queries. "Can any one under eighteen take part in it?" "Can an amateur
+under eighteen send pictures to both contests?" "Must an adult amateur
+be a member of the Order?" "May an amateur under eighteen who wishes to
+take part in both competitions send the same picture to each?" are some
+of the questions asked.
+
+The prize offer "open to all amateurs" is, as stated in the circular,
+open to all amateurs who desire to take part in it, _without regard to
+age limit_. This, of course, admits any member of the club under
+eighteen, and any member under eighteen may take part in both
+competitions. Any adult amateur who wishes to enter the competition may
+become a "Patron" of the Order by simply sending name and address on a
+postal to HARPER'S ROUND TABLE. While there is no condition which would
+prevent an amateur sending the same picture to both competitions, it is
+expected that he or she will not do so, as it would be hardly fair to
+allow a picture to win a prize in both competitions, provided it was the
+best of its class, for both are, of course, under the same rules, and
+have the same classes.
+
+One correspondent wishes to know if he may send bromide prints.
+Referring to Rule V, he will see that any printing process may be used,
+with the exception of the blue-print. This is no reflection on the
+blue-print process, which is sometimes preferable for some pictures; but
+blue prints are usually excluded from photographic competitions, as it
+is harder to judge the real merits of a picture from a blue print, and
+they do not reproduce as well as those in black and white.
+
+The date for receiving marine pictures has already closed, but landscape
+pictures will be received until November 18th. It is not too late in the
+season to make landscape pictures, and photographs taken when the trees
+are partly stripped of leaves are sometimes finer than those taken when
+the foliage is in its prime. "Wood interiors" can only be made either in
+the autumn or early spring.
+
+In making landscape do not try to include too much in the picture.
+Landscape artists seldom make a picture which includes extended view.
+They select some picturesque spot, with a clump of bushes and bit of
+stream, perhaps, and make a picture which is a thing of beauty, which
+could not be done if they climbed some lofty hill, and made a picture of
+the wide stretch of landscape before them. A picture answering this
+latter description is entirely out of proportion to the small 4 x 5
+plate into which it is compressed, and can only be used with success in
+a lantern-slide.
+
+Take special pains with the finishing and mounting of the pictures. Do
+not use a 4 x 5 card-mount for a 4 x 5 picture. Use at least a card
+6 x 8 in size. See recent numbers for hints on mounting pictures.
+
+
+
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+[Illustration: Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers.]
+
+     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.
+
+Perhaps the most interesting trip out of Boston, except the one through
+the historic towns of Concord and Lexington, is out along the
+Massachusetts coast to Cape Ann and return. The first part of the run is
+not as interesting as it might be, but after passing Lynn, ten or twelve
+miles out from the city, you reach a good road and pleasant scenery,
+which keep up all the way to the Cape. Perhaps the best plan is to ride
+to Gloucester, have dinner there, then take the ride around the Cape
+back to Gloucester, and come back to Boston by train, or stay overnight
+at Gloucester, and ride home next day. The trip in detail is as follows:
+
+Leave Boston by Chelsea Ferry to Winnisimmet Street and Chelsea by
+Broadway, direct road to Lynn, level and good riding (or as a choice
+route to Lynn run out through Nahant). At Common Street bear to right by
+Lynn Common, then turn to the left at City Hall, taking Essex Street,
+which follow through Upper Swampscott, and bear to left on entering
+South Salem, thus following Lafayette Street, which takes you across
+bridge into Salem. (Good road, with pavement in Salem.) Take Central
+Street, and turn to right to Essex House. Points of interest: Gallows
+Hill at head of Hanson Street, where witches were executed. At corner of
+Essex and North Streets, oldest house in Salem, erected by Roger
+Williams; 27 Union Street, birthplace of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Foot of
+Turner Street is the house of the seven gables. Leaving Salem, Essex
+House, take Church Street, and turn to right in Brown Street to
+Washington Square. Then turn to left to Winter Street, and turn to right
+into Bridge Street, which crosses Beverly Harbor to Beverly. Small hills
+follow, but good gravel road. Take Rantoul Street, and turn to right at
+Bow Street, riding as far as Soldiers' Monument, then bear to the right
+onto Hale Street to Prides Crossing. Keep on Hale Street direct to
+Beverly Farms; fine road along the shore. The road twists and turns, but
+keep bearing to right, and it will bring one through West Manchester to
+Manchester. From hotel on Central Street turn to right at Union Street,
+turn to right onto Washington Street, and turn to left at Summer Street.
+After a run of three miles, turn to right and follow telegraph poles
+into Magnolia. Points of interest: Norman's Woe and Rufe's Chasm. Take
+road through Magnolia Woods, an exceptionally pretty ride, up grade, and
+coasts, winding road. Mason House, Gloucester, is wheelmen's resort.
+Distance to Gloucester, forty miles.
+
+From here there is a fine fifteen-mile circuit ride around Cape Ann
+_viá_ Washington Street, through Riverdale to Annisquam, thence by
+direct road past Bay View, and through Lanesville to Ocean View. Here
+turn to right, and return by Granite Street, through Pigeon Cove, along
+shore to Rockport. Turn to left at Broadway, and to right at Main
+Street, and over Great Hill. The road in sight of ocean about all the
+way around Cape. The way is hilly, with fair surface most of the
+distance. By leaving Boston early in the A.M., the trip to Gloucester
+and around the Cape--a distance of about fifty-five miles--can be done
+in season to take the steamer at 2 P.M., and enjoy a fine refreshing
+sail to Boston; single fare fifty cents. The return trip awheel cannot
+be varied much without considerably increasing the distance. The
+landing-place of the Bennett-Mackay cable is near the route around the
+Cape, and worth a visit. Side trip to it can be taken by way of Main
+Street and Mount Pleasant Avenue and over the hill to Turk's Head Inn.
+One gets on the ride a fine view of Thatcher's Island, Twin
+Light-houses, and Long Beach.
+
+     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. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in No.
+     820. Trenton to Philadelphia in No. 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.
+     Philadelphia-Wissahickon Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West
+     Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City--First Stage in
+     No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland--First
+     Stage in No. 827. Second Stage in No. 828. New York to
+     Boston--Second Stage in No. 829; Third Stage in No. 830; Fourth
+     Stage in No. 831; Fifth Stage in No. 832; Sixth Stage in No. 833.
+     Boston to Concord in No. 834. Boston in No. 835.
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+
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+from you, the sugar separates into fine strings, it is the feather
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+
+The crack degree comes quickly after this, and is when the syrup forms a
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+The Washington Chapter, of Racine, Wis., one of the oldest in the Order,
+meets regularly save during the summer months, and the interest does not
+flag. Sir Frank H. Marlott, in telling us about the Chapter, remarks
+that he, and he thinks others, would like to know how Chapters elsewhere
+keep up interest; what they do, and how they do it. We agree with Sir
+Frank, and hence will be glad to receive morsels from Chapter officers
+giving us this information.
+
+One Chapter sends us its record unsolicited. It is the Tennyson, of
+Piqua, Ohio. It was organized two years ago, and has held meetings
+regularly ever since. These meetings occur every two weeks, and take
+place at the homes of the members. The member at whose home the meeting
+is furnishes light refreshments, restricted, we believe, to two
+articles, as coffee and sandwiches, or lemonade and cake. The Chapter is
+composed of Knights only. As most of its members study English history
+at school, that subject was taken up. Programmes are prepared for the
+entire year. Here is the one for the present year:
+
+_September 24th._--Quotations from Tennyson; The English Restoration and
+Revolution. EARL R. NORTH.
+
+_October 8th._--Quotations from Lowell; The Great Inventions and
+Industries of the Age of Queen Anne. LANE L. ANGLE.
+
+_October 22d._--Quotations from Scott; The Age of Queen Anne, 1702-1714.
+ROE L. JOHNSON.
+
+_November 5th._--Quotations from Longfellow; Literature of Queen Anne's
+Reign. FRED MCKINNEY.
+
+_November 19th._--Quotations from Goldsmith; England under George I. and
+George II., 1714-1760. WILLIAM S. RAMSEY.
+
+_December 3d._--Quotations from Emerson; England under George III. and
+George IV. ALLEN G. RUNDLE.
+
+_December 17th._--Quotations from Browning; The Iron Duke. ALBERT B.
+SCHROEDER.
+
+_December 31st._--Quotations from Shakespeare; Five-minute Readings from
+Eighteenth-century Literature. THE CHAPTER.
+
+_January 14th._--Quotations from Hawthorne; The Ministers and Wars of
+the Georges. CHARLES STILWELL.
+
+_January 28th._--Quotations from Dickens; Queen Victoria and her Family.
+WILBER S. LENOX.
+
+_February 11th._--Quotations from Holland; Readings from Carlyle on
+Chartism and Corn Law. JOHN WILKINSON.
+
+_February 25th._--Quotations from Burns; Readings from the Corn-Law
+Poet. JOSEPH F. LOEWI.
+
+_March 10th._--Quotations from Poe; The Ministers of Victoria. AUGUSTUS
+CLEVENGER.
+
+_March 24th._--Quotations from Holmes; Foreign Affairs of the Reign of
+Victoria. THE CHAPTER.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Our Amateur Journalists Again.
+
+     I have been in the ranks of the amateur journalists about three
+     years. I have made many friends and have gained a great deal
+     of information. My press is a self-inker, and has a chase
+     3-1/8 x 5-1/8. My whole outfit did not cost over twenty-five
+     dollars. This may not seem much to one unacquainted with the
+     circumstances, but, you see, in the first place my pocket-book was
+     not in a very healthy condition, and my mother a widow, and I had
+     to save up all the stray nickels and dimes in order to raise the
+     amount.
+
+     At first it was very difficult for me to set up the type without
+     making pi, but I soon overcame that clumsiness. There are some
+     editors who have plenty of money, and so they hire their paper
+     printed by a professional, and then sneer at those who are less
+     fortunate and call their papers "thumb-nails." According to my way
+     of thinking, there is great credit in printing one's own paper,
+     even if it is not so large and is not always free from errors. But
+     taking it altogether, I am not sorry of my little venture, and hope
+     that brother editors will have no worse experiences than I have
+     had.
+
+
+  WALLACE GIBBS.
+  Publisher _The Sunbeam_.
+  GALVA, ILL.
+
+_The Sunbeam_ is a most creditable paper, particularly so when one
+learns, with surprise, as we did, that it is gotten up on a $25 outfit.
+Sir Wallace ought not to mention his errors in typesetting. One sees
+wrong letters even in great journals.
+
+Another really creditable paper is _The Scribbler_, edited by Robert E.
+James, Jun., 212 North Third Street, Easton, Pa. It is illustrated by
+Easton amateurs--and well illustrated too.
+
+Less pretentious, but very bright, is _The Knight-Errant_--an excellent
+name, by-the-way--edited by Bertram R. White, 616 Lexington Avenue, this
+city. Sir Bertram is one of the old stand-by knights of our Table, and
+deserves his success. We say success, because, no matter what the
+financial outcome may be, it is bound to succeed in teaching its editor
+a deal of valuable business experience.
+
+The following-named are interested in amateur papers; George W.
+Buchanan, Searcy, Ark.; Sam Wood, 14 South Washington Street,
+Wilkesbarre, Pa.; M. S. Newman, 722 East Ninth Street, New York; G.
+Ellery Crosby, Jun., 15 Beach Street, Hartford, Conn.; D. Arthur Bowman,
+4412 Delmar Avenue, St. Louis, Mo.; and Harold C. Day, Harrison, N. Y.
+They wish to subscribe for some amateur papers. The Arkansas Knight
+thinks of starting one, and the Missouri Knight wants to form a
+journalists' corresponding Chapter.
+
+_The Albermarle_ is published by George D. Galloway, Eau Claire, Wis.,
+another old-time Knight of the Table, who has felt the healthy stimulus
+of our Order, and is now getting out a good journal. He is willing to
+send samples upon request.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Inventor of Chess.
+
+"Who invented chess?" asks a Knight who lives in Arkansas.
+
+An Arabian mathematician named Sessa, the son of Daher, is supposed to
+have invented the game of chess. According to Al-Sephadi, the reigning
+prince was so pleased with the invention that he promised Sessa any
+reward he might desire. The mathematician asked for a grain of wheat for
+the first square of the chess-board, two for the second, four for the
+third, and so on to the sixty-fourth square. The prince was rather angry
+at first, considering it a stain on his liberality to be asked for such
+a paltry present. He gradually cooled down, however, when his Grand
+Vizier reported a total of 9,223,372,036,854,775,808 grains, or
+31,274,997,412,295 bushels. If we suppose that one acre of land is
+capable of producing 30 bushels of wheat in one year, this enormous
+quantity would require 1,042,499,913,743 acres, or more than eight times
+the surface of the globe, at a cost of about $312,749,974,123.90.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Endless Gallery.
+
+A novel little optical illusion is the "endless gallery," the delight of
+English children in the first part of this century. Here are the
+directions:
+
+Make a box 18 inches long, 12 wide, and 9 deep, and against each end
+place a plane mirror within 1/8 of an inch of the height of the box. Cut
+a small hole through one end, and likewise through the mirror resting
+against it. Mirrors should also be placed on the longer sides of the
+box. Cut grooves at various lengths across the box, and in these fit
+small colored figures, trees, statuary, etc., previously cut out from
+card-board, and bearing the same representation on either side. At each
+end place similar figures, leaving plenty of mirror space behind.
+
+The top of the box should be of ground-glass or oiled paper. Looking
+through the eye-hole, a vista of enormous length and breadth is seen,
+seemingly endless.
+
+  VINCENT V. M. BEEDE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A Typical New England Community.
+
+     Wilton is a pretty little village in Hillsborough County, New
+     Hampshire. It is beautifully situated, being surrounded by hills.
+     From one, called Pollard's Hill, it is said that you can see Boston
+     Harbor on a clear day, a distance by rail of fifty-five miles. East
+     Wilton is the business part of the town. Here are the High-School,
+     three churches, several stores, and a new depot. A new High-School
+     house is near completion.
+
+     Wilton Centre, which is two miles from East Wilton, used to be, in
+     the days of the stage-coach, the principal part of the town. The
+     old Town-house is still standing. Here is where the town meetings
+     were held forty years ago. It is now called Citizens' Hall, and is
+     still used for many purposes. West Wilton is three and a half miles
+     from East Wilton. There are many lovely drives and other places of
+     interest around Wilton. We also have electric lights.
+
+  WALTER B. PROCTOR, R.T.F.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A Curious Violet.
+
+     Not long ago I noticed in the Table an article on violets, in which
+     the particular violet I know was not mentioned. It grows in great
+     abundance about my house, and I call it curious, because it defies
+     all traditions about the "sweet spring violet," by refusing to stop
+     blossoming with the rest of its sisterhood, and shows its dainty
+     head throughout the summer and autumn, till covered by our early
+     October snows.
+
+     The flower is fully as large as a small pansy, and pure white, save
+     for a delicate purple tinge on the under side of the petals, and
+     the usual yellow and red markings in the centre of the flower.
+     These markings are sometimes varied by narrow purple lines. The
+     flower itself springs from the base of the leaves, not from the
+     root, as _blue_ violets nearly always do. If any Knight or Lady can
+     tell me where else this violet grows, it will oblige me.
+
+  MICHIGAN.
+  SOPHIE ROOD ST. CLAIR.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Questions and Answers.
+
+G. Ellery Crosby, Jun., asks if imagination stories are wanted as Table
+morsels. We reply that they are not. The reason is that a limit must be
+set somewhere, and we have set it at the practical and useful. Sir
+Ellery lives in the city that, for its size, has more insurance
+companies than any other in the world. Possibly we need not qualify the
+comparison by "for its size." Who can tell what city it is, and can Sir
+Ellery tell us something of the insurance "industry" of his city? Sadie
+Chandler, Anderson, Tex., is fifteen years old, and is interested in
+poetry. Are you?
+
+Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., asks if a story in verse may be sent in
+competition for our prizes. No. John Pohland, Ahnapee, Wis., may apply
+to the Secretary of the Navy, Washington, for information about studies
+at Annapolis, and to his member of Congress to learn when there will be
+a vacancy there from his district. There are no cadets at Annapolis who
+are active members of our Order, but some sons and daughters of naval
+officers there have a vigorous Chapter. Sir John wants to hear from
+members in foreign countries.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+In reply to several inquiries: The new badges are an exact reproduction
+of the rose in the centre of what is said to be the original round table
+of King Arthur and his knights. You can see a picture of the top of this
+table on the back cover page of our Prospectuses. The badges are: in
+silver, 8 cents and 2 cents for postage; in gold, 85 cents, no postage
+charged. Members are not required to buy badges. Those who purchase
+HARPER'S ROUND TABLE weekly on news-stands should send a postal card or
+letter applying for our 1896 Prospectus. It is sent free, of course. We
+send it to all subscribers without application, and we would mail it to
+weekly purchasers did we know their names.
+
+Arthur J. Johnston, Box 136, Dartmouth, N. S., is the most active member
+of a stamp, correspondence, and social Chapter, and he wants
+corresponding members, especially those resident in Canada. Write him.
+"H. Mc." asks if Joseph Jefferson will send his autograph. Undoubtedly,
+if you ask him to do so, and enclose stamp. Address him care of the
+_Dramatic News_, this city. The president and secretary of the Episcopal
+Society Daughters of the King are Mrs. E. A. Bradley, 117 West
+Ninety-first Street, and Miss E. L. Ryerson, 520 East Eighty-seventh
+Street, both New York city.
+
+Lincoln W. Riddle, 33 Roanoke Avenue, Jamaica Plain, Mass., wants
+correspondents in Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Virginia who are
+interested in botany. Claude T. Reno, Allentown, Pa., wants to found or
+to belong to a corresponding Chapter. Write him. No street number
+necessary.
+
+
+
+
+[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.
+
+
+"I'm the eldest of five," says Amaranth, in a piteous little letter,
+"and I'm worn out with sisters forever tagging around. I never can go
+anywhere with the girls of my set but that Eleanor or Cecile has to go
+too, and mamma says, 'Amaranth, if you can't let your little sisters be
+of the company, you will have to stay at home.' I am worn out with
+sisters," Amaranth concludes.
+
+Well, Amaranth, you have a real grievance. Mamma herself would not like
+_always_ in your place to have the responsibility of looking after two
+or three younger girls, who seem to you a little in the way, just a
+trifle _de trop_, and who insist on being where you and the older girls
+are. Yet look at it from mamma's point of view. She is a very busy
+woman, and she has the children with her many hours a day, while you are
+at school. You are glad to relieve her, and give her time to rest, when
+you come home in the afternoon. I am sure of this, for I know that you
+are a loving daughter and a great comfort, on the whole.
+
+I won't bring up the argument, which we've all heard so often that it
+has lost its force, "What would you do if your sister should die?" I
+think such an argument is very little to the purpose. We are not talking
+of lack of love, but of the inconvenience of having our own families, in
+the shape of small sisters, always in evidence.
+
+I think if I were you, dear Amaranth, I would try to get into another
+frame of mind. I would willingly, not rebelliously, as part of my day's
+work, take the charge of the younger children, and say pleasantly,
+"Come, dears, I'm going out with Jennie and Susie, and you may be part
+of the procession; but you mustn't tag, you must keep step." If you will
+feel differently about it, the other girls will, and _their_ little
+sisters will be included, and before you know it everything will be
+harmonious and lovely, as harmony cannot help being.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Tell you where to sell poems and stories, dear Lilybell? I would, if I
+could, but, my child, I'm not in favor of your publishing your work
+until you are older. At thirteen one's work may be full of promise, but
+it is not generally worth payment in money. Write and read, and wait
+till you are a few years older, and then begin, if you still wish to do
+so, to send the stories and poems to the editors, always feeling sure
+that the best work will, one day, win for its author name and fame and
+silver and gold. Not much of the last, but not any of the others, unless
+it is the best work.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I advise you, Clementina, to strengthen your memory, by making it
+treasure things for you. Learn by heart, word for word, a few poems,
+perhaps a stanza or two at a time; a few fine passages from history, a
+good many chapters of the Bible. Do not be satisfied with half learning.
+By heart means that you know the thing so thoroughly that you cannot be
+tripped up anywhere in repeating it. I advise you also to fix in your
+mind, by constant repetition, some of the great battles of the world and
+their dates; great inventions and their dates; wonderful discoveries and
+their dates.
+
+  MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
+
+
+
+
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+
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+counterfeits, etc., together with an article on the _Universal Postal
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+     collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question
+     on these subjects as far as possible. Correspondents should address
+     Editor Stamp Department.
+
+
+Collectors are warned against so-called Cuban Republic stamps. They are
+fraudulent in every respect, even to the inscription which the makers
+supposed to be in the Spanish language.
+
+The Indian government is about to issue 2, 3, and 5 rupee stamps in two
+colors. They will bear Queen Victoria's portrait painted lately by
+Angeli.
+
+Some time ago I warned my readers that the $1 stamp would probably be
+withdrawn. Not only the $1, but the $2 and $5 have been withdrawn and
+the new printing is on water-marked paper. Some of these stamps are
+still to be found at some post-offices, and advanced philatelists are
+buying up all they can find on unwater-marked paper.
+
+The auction season is about to be opened by J. W. Scott, whose
+catalogues are now out for a sale late in October, at the rooms of the
+Philatelic Society, New York. Albrecht & Co. have a sale at the same
+place October 29th and 30th.
+
+Beware of so-called Korean stamps. A firm in Washington is putting them
+on the market for credulous collectors. Stanley Gibbons catalogues and
+presumably sells a number of the Chinese locals which are not collected
+by wise philatelists.
+
+     W. T. PUTNAM.--Dealers offer the 1828 half-cent at 10 cents.
+
+     M. WISTER.--The half-dollars can be bought of a dealer at 75c.
+     each. The five-cent nickel without value does not command a
+     premium. The Dresden stamp is a local. The complete Columbian set
+     can be bought from $25 to $30.
+
+     M. CRAM.--The following are not collected by wise philatelists--All
+     the China locals (except Shanghai); "San Antonio" of Portugal and
+     Azores; 4c., 10c., 20c., 30c. and 40c. surcharges on North Borneo;
+     British Mail of Madagascar; Brunei; Clipperton; Bussahir.
+
+     J. C. WEILAND.--The coins mentioned can be bought of dealers at a
+     fair advance on face. I cannot give names of dealers. See
+     advertising columns.
+
+
+  PHILATUS.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FAIRY'S FLORAL ZOO.
+
+BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
+
+
+  There was a little fairy in the moon,
+  Came down to earth one lovely afternoon,
+              To wander
+              And to ponder
+      On the mountains and the lakes,
+      On the meadows and the brakes,
+              And to see what he could find
+              To sort of occupy his mind.
+      And as he wandered,
+              As he pondered,
+              This little fairy heard a roar
+              Like none he'd ever heard before;
+      And there, on either side, right by the shore,
+              Two lilies stood:
+      Great Tiger lilies thirsting for his blood!
+              And did he run? Indeed not he!
+              He simply stood likewise and smiled with glee,
+              And after much ado
+              He captured them--the two!
+      "I'll take 'em home," said he, "and put 'em in my Zoo."
+              And with them soon.
+              In fact that very afternoon,
+                    Back to the moon
+                        He flew,
+      And now he's rich, for all the moon-boys 'twixt us two
+      Just throng about the cages of that Fairy's Floral Zoo!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+FOND MOTHER. "And was my little boy smart at school to-day?"
+
+LITTLE BOY (_sadly_). "My teacher didn't say I was, mamma, but he took
+pains to make me smart later."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MOTHER. "I wonder if my little boy is so afraid of work that he does not
+study his lessons?"
+
+LITTLE BOY. "Me afraid of work! not much. Why, mamma, I can fall asleep
+alongside of it."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+BOBBY. "What's the matter with your brother, Jack?"
+
+JACK. "I guess he smelt of ma's new bottle of ammonia, 'cause now he's
+got the pneumonia."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+FIRST BOY. "I's smaller than you."
+
+SECOND BOY. "No, you're not."
+
+THIRD BOY. "What's the matter with you fellows; I's smaller than both of
+you put together."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HOWARD. "Papa, I think baby plays with a knife."
+
+PAPA. "I hope not, Howard."
+
+HOWARD. "Well, when he was crying so this morning nurse said he was
+cutting his teeth."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TEDDY. "Papa, that's what you call a fruit-knife for fruit, isn't it?"
+
+PAPA. "Yes, Teddy, that's right."
+
+TEDDY. "Well, the gardener has what he calls a pruning-knife. Does he
+use that for prunes?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ANECDOTE OF KIPLING.
+
+A great many stories are told of famous authors, and it is probably not
+to be denied that a good half of them have no basis in truth. We have
+received, however, a story told of Mr. Rudyard Kipling which, whether it
+is true or not, is sufficiently amusing to be repeated; and as it comes
+from England, and is not the product of a Yankee brain, it may be told
+with perfect propriety, Mr. Kipling being one of her Majesty's subjects.
+
+It seems that a good many years ago Mr. Kipling had an affectionate
+aunt, who lived at Southsea, and at her house the future poet of "Tommy
+Atkins" was wont to sojourn. One very hot day the aunt observed: "Don't
+you think, Ruddy, that waistcoat is very warm? Go upstairs and put on a
+white one." Ruddy did as he was told, _but he put the white one over the
+other_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE DIFFERENCE.
+
+A locomotive engineer and a marine engineer were disputing over the
+relative danger of their occupations, each one claiming that his own
+condition was the less perilous.
+
+"Nonsense!" exclaimed the steamboat man. "If you are on your engine, and
+you go crash-bang into another train, why, there you are!"
+
+"Yes," answered the railroad man; "and if you are in your engine-room at
+sea, and the boiler bursts, where are you?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TALL STRUCTURES.
+
+The United States can boast of the tallest masonry structures in the
+world, although other countries have buildings and towers made of other
+materials that can outtop American attempts. The Washington Monument is
+550 feet high; the tower of the Philadelphia City Hall is 537 feet high,
+and the Manhattan Life-insurance Building is 437 feet high. One of their
+rivals abroad is a chimney at Port Dundas in Scotland, the tallest in
+the world, which is 454 feet high. There are only two masonry structures
+in Europe that surpass it--the Cologne Cathedral, 510 feet, and the
+Strasburg Cathedral, 468 feet. The Pyramid of Ghizeh is about 480 feet
+high. The highest thing put up by man is, of course, the Eiffel Tower on
+the Champ de Mars in Paris, but this will have to yield its supremacy to
+the Great Davey Tower now being built near London. When completed that
+will rise 1250 feet into the air. The highest artificial structure in
+America is a water tower at Eden Park, near Cincinnati, which reaches a
+total height of 589 feet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION.
+
+A guileless city man wandered through the country with his rod over his
+shoulder seeking out a promising place to toss a fly. He soon came to a
+pond, near the edge of which was a sign that said: "No fishing." The
+city man scratched his head as he gazed at these words, but finally sat
+down on the shore, and was surprised at the number of bites he got.
+Pretty soon the gamewarden came along and cried out:
+
+"Hey, there! Don't you see that sign?"
+
+"Of course I do," answered the city man.
+
+"Well," continued the warden, "don't you see it says, 'No fishing'?"
+
+"Yes; but it's away off. There's bully fishing here. Just look at all I
+have caught."
+
+
+
+
+
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-<div class="center">

-<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#FOR_KING_OR_COUNTRY">FOR KING OR COUNTRY.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BICYCLING_FOR_GIRLS">BICYCLING FOR GIRLS.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#WHAT_MARJORIE_COULD_DO">WHAT MARJORIE COULD DO.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#LAURIE_VANE_BRAKEMAN">LAURIE VANE, BRAKEMAN.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_NEW_USE_FOR_APES">A NEW USE FOR APES.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BOY_SOLDIER_IN_CAMP">THE BOY SOLDIER IN CAMP.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SOME_CLEVER_CHILDREN">SOME CLEVER CHILDREN.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_FAIR_EXPLANATION">A FAIR EXPLANATION.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#GRANDFATHERS_ADVENTURES">GRANDFATHER'S ADVENTURES.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_IMP_OF_THE_TELEPHONE">THE IMP OF THE TELEPHONE.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT">INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_CAMERA_CLUB">THE CAMERA CLUB.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BICYCLING">BICYCLING.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#DEGREES_OF_BOILING">DEGREES OF BOILING.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_PUDDING_STICK">THE PUDDING STICK.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#STAMPS">STAMPS.</a></td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_FAIRYS_FLORAL_ZOO">THE FAIRY'S FLORAL ZOO.</a></td></tr>

-</table></div>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 900px;">

-<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="900" height="264" alt="HARPER'S ROUND TABLE" />

-</div>

-

-<p class="center">Copyright, 1895, by <span class="smcap">Harper &amp; Brothers</span>. All Rights Reserved.</p>

-

-<hr class="full" />

-

-<div class="center">

-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary="">

-<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">PUBLISHED WEEKLY</span>.</td><td align="center">NEW YORK, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1895.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">FIVE CENTS A COPY</span>.</td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">VOL</span>. XVII.&mdash;<span class="smcap">NO</span>. 836.</td><td align="center"></td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">TWO DOLLARS A YEAR</span>.</td></tr>

-</table></div>

-

-<hr class="full" />

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"><a name="FOR_KING_OR_COUNTRY" id="FOR_KING_OR_COUNTRY"></a>

-<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="800" height="551" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<h2>FOR KING OR COUNTRY.</h2>

-

-<h4>A Story of the Revolution.</h4>

-

-<h3>BY JAMES BARNES.</h3>

-

-<h3>CHAPTER I.</h3>

-

-<h3>AT STANHAM MILLS.</h3>

-

-<p>It was the first day of June. The air was balmy with sweet odors, the

-sky was clear and blue, and everything that could sing or make a noise

-was endeavoring to rejoice. And this was his Britannic Majesty's colony

-of New Jersey in the year of grace 1772.</p>

-

-<p>Out of a little valley that separated two lines of thickly wooded hills,

-whose sides still gleamed with the fast departing blossoms, ran a

-leaping brook. It swirled about the smooth brown stones at the head of a

-waterfall, and rushed down into the deep clear pools at the bottom. Then

-it did the same thing over and over again, until it slid into the meadow

-and beneath a great rough bridge, where it spread out into a goodly

-sized pond, on whose farther shore rose the timbers of a well-built dam.

-A water-gate and a sluiceway were at one end, and above the trees, a

-short distance off to the left, across the meadow, in which some sheep

-were feeding, rose a big stone chimney. Out of this chimney the smoke

-was pouring and drifting slowly upwards in the still, sunny air.</p>

-

-<p>Now and then a grinding, rumbling noise echoed through the hills to the

-southward, which, sad to relate, unlike those to the north, were swept

-almost bare of trees, and were dotted with the huts of charcoal-burners.

-But the underbrush was doing its best to cover these bare spots with

-young green leaves, and the charcoal ovens were still and cold.</p>

-

-<p>Up the brook, just at the verge of the meadow, was the last one of the

-deep clear pools, and mingling with the waterfall was the sound of

-children's voices. They seemed to be talking all at once, for they could

-be heard plainly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> from the old gray bridge. The bank of the last pool

-shelved gently on one side, and on the other ran down into a little

-cliff, at the bottom of which the brook scarcely moved, so deep was the

-water above the pebbly bottom.</p>

-

-<p>Half-way up the shelving right-hand bank sat a little girl of eleven.

-She was making long garlands of oak leaves, pinning them carefully

-together with the stems. Her dress was white and trimmed with tattered

-lace. She looked as though she had run away from some birthday party,

-for no mother (or aunt, for that matter) would allow any little girl to

-go out into the woods in such thin slippers. One of her stockings had

-fallen down, and was tucked in the ribbons that crossed her ankles, and

-held the small slippers from coming off entirely. She had no hat on her

-curly head, and her bare arms were sunburned and brown.</p>

-

-<p>Seated at her feet was a boy of thirteen years or there-abouts. He was

-hugging his knees and digging his heels at the same time into the soft

-earth. He also looked as if he had escaped from a party, like the little

-girl, for his short breeches were of sky-blue silk, with great

-knee-buckles, and his hair was done up like a little wig and tied with a

-big black ribbon. There was a rip in the sleeve of his blue velvet coat,

-and the lace about his neck had become twisted and was hanging over one

-shoulder.</p>

-

-<p>"I wonder what Uncle Daniel will look like? I trust he will bring us

-something fine from England," said the boy. "I'd like to go back there

-with him, if he'd take us all."</p>

-

-<p>"Yes, if he'd take us all, and we might get in to the army&mdash;eh?" came a

-voice from the top of the steep bank opposite.</p>

-

-<p>It was quite startling, the reply was exactly like an echo; but that was

-not the strangest part. Flat on the ground lay another boy of thirteen.

-If the first had been copied by a maker of wax-works, line for line and

-color for color, the two could not have been more alike. In fact, the

-only difference was that the second had on pink silk breeches, which

-were very much muddied at the knees. He held in his extended hand a

-roughly trimmed fishing-pole.</p>

-

-<p>"I feel another nibble," said the boy who had last spoken, leaning

-further over the water.</p>

-

-<p>"Yes, there, there!" exclaimed the other on the lower bank. "Now we've

-got him!"</p>

-

-<p>There was a swish, and a trout came plashing and twisting into the

-sunlight. He had not been very firmly hooked, however, for, after a

-short flight through the air, he tumbled almost into the lap of the

-little girl.</p>

-

-<p>She gave a laugh, and, dropping her garland, managed to secure the

-gasping little fish, together with a handful of grass and leaves.</p>

-

-<p>"Do put him back, William," she said, leaning forward. "He's much too

-small. I pray you put him back."</p>

-

-<p>The boy took the trout, and, crawling to the water's edge, set him free,

-and laughed as he darted off and hid, wriggling himself under a sunken

-log.</p>

-

-<p>At this minute the bushes were parted just behind where the two had been

-seated, and a strange figure came into sight.</p>

-

-<p>It was an old colored man. He had on a three-cornered hat, much too

-large for his woolly head, and under his arm he carried a bundle of

-freshly cut switches. He wore also an old flowered waistcoat that

-reached almost to his knees, and hung loosely about his thin figure. The

-waistcoat was still quite gaudy, and showed patches here and there of

-worn gold lace.</p>

-

-<p>"Mars Willem, I's jes done de bes' I could," said the old darky, with a

-bow.</p>

-

-<p>The boy looked over the bundle of rods and picked out two of them.</p>

-

-<p>"Cato," he said in an authoritative manner that showed no ill-humor,

-"you are a lazy rascal, sir; go back and get me one just as long as this

-and just as thin as this one, and straight, too, mark ye."</p>

-

-<p>The old man bowed again, turned around to hide a grin, and went back

-into the deep shadows of the trees. When he had gone a little way he

-stopped.</p>

-

-<p>"Said dat jes like his father, Mars David, would hev spoke. 'Cato,

-you're a lazy rascal, sir.'" Here the old darky laughed. "I jes wondered

-if he'd take one of dem crooked ones; I jes did so. Dem boys is

-Frothin'hams plum fro'&mdash;hyar me talkin'."</p>

-

-<p>He drew out of his pocket a huge clasp-knife, and, looking carefully to

-right and left, went deeper into the wood.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p>But before going on further with the story, or taking up the immediate

-history of the twin Frothinghams, it is best, perhaps, to go back and

-tell a little about their family connections, and explain also something

-about Stanham Mills, where our story opens on this bright June day.</p>

-

-<p>During the reign of George II. some members of the London Company and a

-certain wealthy Lord Stanham had purchased a large tract of land in New

-Jersey, just south of the New York boundary-line. It was supposed that a

-fortune lay hidden there in the unworked iron-mines.</p>

-

-<p>Looking about for an agent or some persons to represent their interests,

-and to take charge of the property, the company's choice had fallen upon

-two members of an influential family in England that had colonial

-connections&mdash;David and Nathaniel Frothingham.</p>

-

-<p>There were three Frothingham brothers in the firm of that name, a firm

-that had long been interested in many financial ventures in the

-Colonies, and the two younger partners had had some experience in mining

-and the handling of large bodies of men.</p>

-

-<p>Upon receiving their appointment to the position of Company managers,

-Nathaniel and David had left for America, leaving Daniel, the eldest, to

-look after their family interests at the counting-house in London.</p>

-

-<p>This was some fourteen or fifteen years before our story opened.</p>

-

-<p>Both of the younger brothers were married, and brought their wives with

-them to share their fortunes in the far-off country. Immediately upon

-their arrival they had opened the large Manor-house, that had been

-erected for them in a manner regardless of expense upon the Stanham

-property, even before a shaft had been sunk in the surrounding hills.</p>

-

-<p>Unfortunately the two ladies of the Manor did not agree at all, and

-David and his wife lived in one wing and Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel in the

-other.</p>

-

-<p>When the twins came upon the scene, which happened not long after the

-arrival in America, there had been great rejoicing; and Mrs. Nathaniel

-Frothingham's heart had softened somewhat toward her husband's brother's

-wife. She had no children of her own; and she unbent a little from the

-position of proud superiority she had assumed, for the aristocratic

-Clarissa was the grand-niece of an English earl, and had held her heart

-high accordingly. Mrs. David, the young mother, was but the daughter of

-a Liverpool merchant. The Frothinghams spent the money that came to them

-from England with a lavish but an honest hand. However, up to the time

-this story begins there had been no large returns to encourage future

-expenditures.</p>

-

-<p>Bounding Stanham Mills to the east and south lay another estate, owned

-by four or five wealthy dwellers in the Colonies; it was known as the

-Hewes property. Here also had been opened mines, and a foundry even

-larger than the Frothingham's was in process of completion.</p>

-

-<p>The eastern boundary-line, as first surveyed by the King's surveyors,

-ran close to the entrance of the shaft on Tumble Ridge, the big hill to

-the north; so close indeed in some places that the sound of the picks of

-the Hewes men could be often heard at work, for the entrance to the

-rival shaft was just out of sight across the hill crest, and the

-underground works were nearing every day.</p>

-

-<p>It was claimed by the Hewes people that the Frothinghams had already

-crossed the boundary-line. Disputes had arisen time and again, and a

-feeling of intense dislike had grown up between the neighbors.</p>

-

-<p>One eventful morning, when the twins were but two years old and their

-sister Grace a baby, their father had gone down with some workmen in the

-rough bucket to the bottom of the largest mine, when a mass of heavy

-stone near the top became detached and fell, carrying death and sorrow

-into the family at the big white house. Mrs. David<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> had not long

-survived her husband, and so the twins and their little sister were

-suddenly left orphans.</p>

-

-<p>The children were too young to remember much of their father or their

-mother, and under the care of their Aunt Clarissa and Uncle Nathan they

-had been allowed to grow up like young wild flowers&mdash;much as they

-pleased.</p>

-

-<p>There were no children near them with whom they were allowed to

-associate, for the coldness that had existed between the Hewes family

-and the Frothinghams had, on the latter's part, grown to the verge of

-hatred, and the two mansions were seven miles apart.</p>

-

-<p>Insensibly the boys had imbibed some of the mannerisms of their stern,

-hot-tempered uncle, and had been influenced by the airs and affectations

-of the proud and haughty Mrs. Frothingham. But their devotion and love

-for one another it was almost pathetic to have seen.</p>

-

-<p>If William, who was the elder, thought anything, George seemed to

-appreciate it without an expression from his brother, and both fairly

-worshipped their little sister Grace. She accompanied them in all but

-their longer rambles, and was their comrade in many of their adventures

-and misfortunes.</p>

-

-<p>Since they were babies they had been placed more or less under the care

-and tutelage of the old colored man, Cato Sloper, and his wife, Polly

-Ann. The children loved their aunt and uncle in a certain indefinite

-way, but their real affections went out toward their foster-mother and

-their faithful black adherent.</p>

-

-<p>With this short excursion into the history of the Frothinghams, we come

-back again to the banks of the clear deep pool.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p>After Cato, the old colored man, had departed, the boy in the blue

-breeches called across to the other, who had baited his hook afresh:

-"George," he said, "we ought not to have taken Gracie with us this

-morning. Aunt Clarissa will be angrier than an old wet hen."</p>

-

-<p>"Won't she? Just fancy!" said the young lady in white, quite demurely.

-Then she laughed, quite in tune with the waterfall.</p>

-

-<p>"I dare say Uncle Nathan will give one of us a good licking," said the

-boy on the high bank. "And it's my turn, too," he added, dolefully.</p>

-

-<p>"No, 'tisn't," replied the other. "You took mine last time."</p>

-

-<p>"Truly, you're right," returned the boy in pink. "What was it for? I

-have forgotten."</p>

-

-<p>"He found we had some of the blasting powder," said William. "We'll need

-some more soon, I'm thinking," he added.</p>

-

-<p>What further developments might have occurred just then it is hard to

-say, for the young lady in the white dress suddenly suggested a new

-train of thought, and the twins took it up at once.</p>

-

-<p>"I'm hungry," she said, "and I don't think Mr. Wyeth and Uncle Daniel

-will come along at all. Let's go back to the house. Perhaps Aunt

-Clarissa hasn't found out we are gone away yet."</p>

-

-<p>"Not found out!" exclaimed William, in derision. "Bless my stars, and we

-in our best clothes!"</p>

-

-<p>"Mr. Wyeth will be along soon, I'll warrant," said his double, from the

-bank, "and we will all go up to the house as if nothing were the matter.

-Uncle Nathan won't do anything at all until Mr. Wyeth goes, which may

-not be for two or three days. Harkee! with Uncle Daniel here, he may

-forget. Haven't you noticed how forgetful he has been lately?"</p>

-

-<p>"He never forgets," replied William, thoughtfully; "at least he never

-does if Aunt Clarissa is about."</p>

-

-<p>From where the children were they could see the road, and follow it

-after it crossed the bridge and commenced to climb the hill. Here and

-there it showed very plainly through the trees, and even if a horseman

-should escape their observation, the sound of hoofs on the bridge they

-could not have missed hearing.</p>

-

-<p>Twice a year Mr. Josiah Wyeth, a New York merchant, rode out on

-horseback from Elizabethport to visit Mr. Nathaniel Frothingham.</p>

-

-<p>There was no regular stage line to Stanham Mills, and most of the

-purchasing for the estate was done at the town of Paterson, a half-day's

-journey. But, rain or shine, the 1st of June found Mr. Josiah Wyeth a

-guest at Stanham Manor, and the first of that month and the 1st of

-September found the young Frothinghams, all in their best attire, ready

-to meet him. Now that the uncle from London, whom they had never seen,

-had arrived in New York and was going to accompany Mr. Wyeth, the

-excitement was more than doubled.</p>

-

-<p>During the merchant's stay the children were supposed to be on their

-best behavior, which really meant that they were allowed to do as they

-pleased, provided they kept out of sight and hearing. These visits,

-therefore, were quite looked-for events, and, besides, Mr. Wyeth brought

-out little trinkets, fish-hooks, sugar-balls, lollipops, and various

-attractive sweets in his capacious saddle-bags. He was quite as punctual

-as if he only lived next door.</p>

-

-<p>The little girl had resumed her garland-making once more. William had

-spread himself out upon the bank, and was watching a busy aimless ant

-dodging about the roots of the ferns, and George, with the patience of

-the born sportsman, was supporting one hand with the other, and leaning

-out again over the water.</p>

-

-<p>For some time no one had spoken. Suddenly there was a deep, rumbling

-report.</p>

-

-<p>"Hillo!" said William, starting up. "They're blasting in the shaft on

-Tumble Ridge."</p>

-

-<p>"That's so," said George. "I heard Uncle Nathan say that they were

-getting pretty close to the Hewes boundary-line."</p>

-

-<p>"There'll be a fine row there some day," said William.</p>

-

-<p>"My! but doesn't Uncle Nathan hate that Mr. Hewes? He says if he was in

-England they could hang him for treason, because he talks against the

-King."</p>

-

-<p>George laughed. "I'd like to see 'em fight," he answered.</p>

-

-<p>"So should I," said William; "and you and I together could lick Carter

-Hewes, if he is bigger than either of us. I suppose he's a rebel too."</p>

-

-<p>Just here there came an interruption, for the waterfall had drawn the

-hook under a big flat stone, and there it caught.</p>

-

-<p>"Crickey!" said the boy in the pink breeches. "I'm fast on the bottom."

-He stretched out with both hands, and gave a sharp pull on the line.</p>

-

-<p>It all came so suddenly that not one of the three could have foretold

-what was going to happen. But the bank gave way, and Master Frothingham

-went down head over heels into the deep hole.</p>

-

-<p>Now, strange as it may seem, owing to Aunt Clarissa's fostering care,

-neither one of the twins had learned to swim.</p>

-

-<p>The water was very deep, and the fall was eight feet, if an inch, but,

-nevertheless, in a moment George's frightened face appeared. He tried to

-grasp the bank, but so steep was it his fingers slipped off the smooth

-rock, and he sank again, gasping and trying to shriek aloud.</p>

-

-<p>The little girl jumped to her feet, and ran in among the trees, crying

-for help with all her little voice. William did not pause for half a

-breath. He leaped out from the bank and dashed through the shallow water

-towards where one of his brother's arms was waving upon the surface.</p>

-

-<p>Suddenly he went over his own depth, and the tails of his blue velvet

-coat were all that could be seen. But he managed to struggle on,

-fighting to keep afloat, with all his might, until he caught the arm at

-last. George's head once more showed clearly above the water, and then

-both boys sank.</p>

-

-<p>Gracie's cries by this time had startled all the echoes up the

-hill-sides.</p>

-

-<p>"Cato! oh, Cato!" she shrieked. "They're drowning! they're drowning!

-Help! help! Oh, help!"</p>

-

-<p>Once more the two heads came up to the air, and one small hand, extended

-in a wild grasp toward the bank, caught an overhanging bough and clung

-there desperately.</p>

-

-<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>

-

-<h2><a name="BICYCLING_FOR_GIRLS" id="BICYCLING_FOR_GIRLS">BICYCLING FOR GIRLS.</a></h2>

-

-<p>Some weeks ago we published an article on bicycle-riding, and at that

-time promised to say something regarding bicycling for girls, which is

-so different a question from bicycling for boys that it requires a

-separate article.</p>

-

-<p>There has been a discussion going on for some time as to whether it was

-a healthy exercise for girls and young women to take up, and many

-doctors have given it as their opinion that it was not, on the whole,

-advisable. But the practice has become general now, and it is likely

-that many more girls will ride this fall and next year than ever before.

-Consequently it is useless to advise people not to ride. If any girl

-finds that riding is making her feel enervated and tired all the time,

-or if in any other way she notices any kind of unpleasant results from

-her riding, common-sense and her doctor will tell her to stop; but there

-is no reason why a healthy girl, if she begins gradually, should not

-learn to ride, and ride well, to the great benefit of her health and

-happiness.</p>

-

-<p>It is only required that she shall observe two or three simple

-rules&mdash;rules which every athlete who trains theoretically obeys. For

-instance, she should remember that, as is the case with most girls in

-cities, and often in the country as well, she has not been accustomed to

-severe physical exercise, that she would not start out at once to run

-five miles without stopping, and in like manner she should not ride ten

-miles on a wheel neither the first time nor the thirtieth time. This

-seems very simple to read in type, but the fact is that most girls want

-to ride fifteen miles as soon as they can get along on a road by

-themselves.</p>

-

-<p>The difficult thing is to stop just <i>before</i> you begin to feel the

-slightest sensation of weariness. In these fall days any one can ride

-along through the country, and while moving feel invigorated by the

-force of the breeze which the movement of the wheel creates. But when

-she does stop, the girl suddenly feels "worn out," perhaps a little

-dizzy, or at least tired, and rather inclined to get into a car and ride

-home, while some one else pushes her wheel along for her. Any girl of

-spirit in such a situation immediately makes up her mind that she will

-not give in to this feeling of weariness, and that she will ride home

-whether she feels tired or not. The result is a bad headache, a doctor,

-and perhaps an injunction from her parents not to ride a bicycle again.</p>

-

-<div class="figleft" style="width: 309px;">

-<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="309" height="400" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">POSITION JUST BEFORE STARTING TO MOUNT.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>There are girls who can ride twenty, forty, or sixty miles in a day, but

-this is because they have begun gradually, and increased their distances

-by degrees as their bodies got into what is called "good condition." Let

-us set down a rule, then, on this subject, and say that the average girl

-of fifteen ought not to ride more than five miles, by cyclometer, in any

-one day, until she has taken thirty rides within two months&mdash;that is to

-say, until she has ridden at least once in every two days. Then she

-should not exceed ten miles in a day, or at one time, until she has

-ridden a bicycle half a year. After this she can estimate about what she

-can do without tiring herself, and she can gradually work up to twenty

-miles at a time without ever having that fagged feeling which is a sure

-sign that the thing has been overdone. So much for the distance.</p>

-

-<p>Now a word as to costume. We are just in the midst of a change in ideas

-as to girls' bicycle costumes. No one who has ridden ten times fails to

-complain of skirts, be they never so well made. They catch in the rear

-wheel. They make a sail to catch all the wind when the wind is blowing

-against you, and only a bicyclist knows what a head wind really means.

-And finally they are continually in the way.</p>

-

-<p>On the other hand, trousers do not seem just the thing for girls to

-wear. Some time we may all come to the regulation knickerbockers for a

-bicycle costume, but just at present a girl who wears them appears to be

-immodest. As a matter of fact, however, modesty and ladylike behavior do

-not depend on the costume, but on the bearing and character of the young

-lady herself, and it is only necessary for us to become accustomed to

-seeing ladies wearing any kind of a bicycle costume to think it the

-proper thing, and probably some kind of bloomers or divided skirt is

-more unnoticeable and modest than a skirt which flies about as you ride

-along the road. The best thing for a girl then is a divided skirt which

-is close fitting, which cannot catch in either wheel or in the gearing

-of the bicycle, or the ordinary gymnasium bloomers. Either of these,

-especially the latter, is much better from a health point of view, since

-a great deal of the strain of forcing the machine ahead is saved by

-them. But in time we shall probably have a regular woman's bicycle

-costume, which will be a combination of knickerbockers and bloomers, and

-then when people once become accustomed to it, they will wonder how

-under the sun women ever rode with long skirts.</p>

-

-<div class="figright" style="width: 301px;">

-<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="301" height="400" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">POSITION JUST AFTER STARTING TO MOUNT.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>With the question of the distance you shall ride in a day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> and the

-question of costume settled, it then becomes necessary to discuss the

-details of riding. A great many girls and women learn to ride in-doors

-in some hall, and the usual method employed is to place a belt with a

-handle at each side around the girl's waist. A man walks on either side

-of her, and steadies her by grasping either handle on the belt, and she

-then struggles on, until, after a number of lessons, she can ride alone.

-In the city this may be a good plan, but it is inevitably the result

-that after a girl has learned to ride in-doors it becomes practically

-necessary for her to learn over again when she first tries the road. The

-best method, therefore, if the surroundings admit of it, is to get some

-strong person to grasp the rear part of the saddle, and to then steady

-you as you move along a smooth road. If this is done half an hour a day

-three times on alternate days, any average girl should be able to ride

-alone for a short distance.</p>

-

-<p>She will do well not to try to learn to mount until she has become

-somewhat proficient in riding, so that she can ride four or five miles

-at a time over an average country road. Mounting will then come easy,

-whereas at the beginning it is extremely difficult. When sitting on a

-bicycle a girl should be in an upright position, practically as when

-walking. The saddle should be broad and flat, and, while most of the

-weight of her body rests upon the saddle, it is nevertheless true that

-she should put as much of her weight upon the pedals as possible: it not

-only makes riding and balancing easier, but it distributes her weight

-over the machine, both to her own comfort and to the safety of the

-wheel. Sitting perfectly upright, she should be able to place the instep

-or hollow of her foot between the heel and ball squarely on the pedal

-when it is at its lowest point in the arc, and in that position her knee

-should be practically unbent, although, as a matter of fact, it is

-better if the knee is what might be called "sprung" a little. At all

-events, the body should not sag from one side to the other as the pedals

-turn, and when the rider is forcing the wheel ahead with the ball of the

-foot on the pedal, the knee would never be straightened actually if this

-rule was followed.</p>

-

-<div class="figleft" style="width: 448px;">

-<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="448" height="400" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">CORRECT POSITION FOR WOMAN BICYCLIST.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>There is no advantage whatsoever in trying to secure a long reach; it

-does not help you in any way, and it makes it more difficult to send the

-machine ahead either faster or slower. This is particularly noticeable

-in going up a hill. Women, as a rule, do not have the fault which many

-men have of leaning forward far over the handle. They are more apt to

-sit upright than most men; but they have one fault which should be

-corrected, and that is the position which the handles occupy in relation

-to their bodies. A girl should sit upright, as has been said, and in

-that position, when she places her hands on the cork handles, her arms

-should be slightly bent at the elbow. It is very common, however, to see

-the arms so much bent that the forearm forms almost a right angle to the

-upper arm. This is not only uncomfortable, but it deprives her of the

-purchase which she needs when forcing the machine ahead or going up a

-hill. In other words, it is much more difficult to "pull" on the handles

-when the arms are bent to a right angle than when they are practically

-straight. On the other hand, the fault of leaning the weight of the body

-on the handle-bars should be avoided with the utmost care, as that

-forces the shoulders back and the chin forward on the chest, and in time

-distorts the whole symmetry of the upper part of a person's body.</p>

-

-<div class="figright" style="width: 304px;">

-<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="304" height="400" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">PROPER ARRANGEMENT OF THE DRESS.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>Mounting and dismounting, especially the former, as has been said,

-should not be tried until the bicyclist has learned to keep her balance

-easily while riding. Then mounting will come more or less naturally,

-since the difficulty in this operation is not so much to get on the

-machine, as to start the wheel soon enough after gaining the seat to

-avoid falling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> off. To begin with, the girl should grasp both

-handle-bars firmly, facing forward, of course. By means of the hands the

-bicycle should be held absolutely perpendicular, neither leaning towards

-her person nor away from it. Then standing on the left of the machine,

-she should step over the gearing with her right foot and place it on the

-right pedal, which is moved just forward of its highest point in the

-arc; in other words, so that the first pressure which comes on that

-right pedal will force the machine ahead as fast as possible.</p>

-

-<p>Having placed her right foot on this pedal, without bearing any weight

-on it, she then steps into the position over the gearing which will

-bring her weight as nearly as possible immediately over the centre of

-gravity of the machine. Having arranged her skirt so that it will be

-symmetrical when she mounts, she merely rises by stepping up on the

-right-hand pedal, and sits into the saddle by a slow, easy movement. Her

-weight on the right-hand pedal starts the machine forward, pulls the

-saddle in under her, and gives the velocity to the bicycle which she

-needs in order to keep her balance.</p>

-

-<div class="figleft" style="width: 304px;">

-<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="304" height="400" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">CORRECT METHOD OF DISMOUNTING.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>One of the most important things about women's bicycle-riding is the

-ability to dismount not only gracefully, but at once in case of

-necessity. In this, as in mounting, there is no jump anywhere. The rider

-simply catches the left pedal as it begins to rise from the lowest point

-in the arc, and, bearing her weight on that pedal, allows herself to be

-forced upward out of the saddle. This not only brings her into a

-position to step out of the machine, but also brings the machine to a

-standstill, or practically so, unless she is going at a high rate of

-speed. When the pedal has nearly reached the top, and the machine is as

-near a standstill as possible, she steps, still bearing her weight on

-this left-hand pedal, out on the left side of the machine, putting her

-right foot over the left foot, and letting the right foot strike the

-ground first. Both mounting and dismounting are slow, even movements;

-there is no quick jump about them, and the motions are all gradual. As

-soon as you attempt to leap into the saddle, or leap out of it, you are

-almost certain to disturb the equilibrium of the bicycle itself, and

-then catastrophe is the result.</p>

-

-<p>It only remains to say a word about riding with men and boys. Boys, as a

-usual thing, are in better physical condition for such exercise as

-bicycle-riding than girls. They can consequently ride farther and faster

-than girls; and as any girl of spirit will try to keep up with whomever

-she is riding, she is likely to strain herself. It is wise, therefore,

-for the girl to always insist on leading, or, as it is called, on

-"setting the pace," and it is also wise for her to make up her mind just

-where she is going to ride before she stops. The distance is then

-settled before the journey begins, and there is no question of riding

-farther than she thought she would at the start. If a girl sets out for

-a bicycle ride without any definite point in view, she is likely to ride

-away from home until she becomes tired, and then there is the whole

-distance of the return to be covered in a more or less wearied

-condition; and it is this kind of bicycle-riding which does the injury

-to women and girls.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2><a name="WHAT_MARJORIE_COULD_DO" id="WHAT_MARJORIE_COULD_DO">WHAT MARJORIE COULD DO.</a></h2>

-

-<h3>BY H.&nbsp;G. PAINE.</h3>

-

-<h3>I.</h3>

-

-<p>"Fire! Fire!"</p>

-

-<p>Marjorie Mason woke up with a start.</p>

-

-<p>"Clang! clang!" went the fire-engine from around the corner.</p>

-

-<p>"Whoa!" shouted the driver.</p>

-

-<p>"Dear me!" thought Marjorie; "it must be very near here," and she jumped

-out of bed and ran to the window. The engine was already connected with

-the hydrant across the street, and the firemen were attaching the hose

-and bringing it&mdash;what? yes; right up the front steps of the Masons'

-house! One fireman was ringing violently at the front-door bell; and

-Marjorie wondered why her father did not go down to open the door.

-Perhaps the house next door was on fire, and they wanted to take the

-hose up on the roof. Still the bell rang, and now Marjorie could hear

-the firemen from the hook-and-ladder truck that had just come up

-breaking in the parlor windows with their axes.</p>

-

-<p>"Why doesn't somebody go to the door?" she said to herself. "It will

-never do to have that dirty hose dragged through the parlor and over the

-new carpet!" and she jumped to the door of her room to run down and let

-the firemen in; but, as she opened it, a rush of hot air and stifling

-smoke blew into her face, choking and gagging her, and filling her eyes

-with tears. Then she realized for the first time that the fire was in

-her own house. She shut the door with a bang, and ran to the window,

-opened it, and looked out. As she did so a tongue of flame shot up in

-front of her from the window of the library, just underneath her own

-room. Her father's and mother's room was in the back part of the house

-on the same floor as the library. "Was it on fire, too?" Marjorie

-shuddered as she thought of it.</p>

-

-<p>"And Jack!" Her brother Jack slept in the back room on the same floor as

-Marjorie, but the rooms did not connect. "Perhaps the fire is only in

-the front part of the house," she thought, "and the others don't know

-anything about it." She determined to arouse them.</p>

-

-<p>Marjorie opened the door again. The smoke and heat were stifling, but

-there was no flame that she could see. Then she shut her eyes, closed

-the door behind her, and rushed down the hall to Jack's room. She had

-been to it so often that she could not miss the door-knob, even in her

-excitement. Fortunately the door was unlocked. She opened it quickly,

-and shut it behind her, gasping for breath. Oblivious alike of the

-danger and the noise Jack was still fast asleep, but she soon woke him

-up, and together they rushed to the back window. Looking down they saw

-their father helping their mother out upon the sloping roof of the back

-piazza.</p>

-

-<p>At the sight of her poor mother, who was very ill, in so perilous a

-plight, Marjorie forgot all about her own danger, and shouting, "Hold on

-tight&mdash;I'll tell the firemen!" before her brother could stop her she had

-run back fearlessly to her own room despite the fact that the stairway

-was now all in a blaze. As she opened her eyes she saw the glazed helmet

-of a fireman at the window.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">

-<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="600" height="428" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">"GO BACK AND LOOK AFTER FATHER AND MOTHER!"</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>"Go back!" she cried; "go back quick and look after father and mother;

-they are on the roof of the back piazza!"</p>

-

-<p>Then a strange feeling of dizziness came over her. She felt a strong arm

-around her waist. She dimly saw a kind face near to hers, and was

-conscious of being carried down, down, down, so far, so far, and of

-hearing people cheering a great way off.</p>

-

-<h3>II.</h3>

-

-<p>It was a very different house, the one that Marjorie went to live in

-after the fire, not nearly so nice as the dear old home where she and

-Jack had been born. In the first place, it was in a distant and

-different part of the city. The rooms were all differently arranged, and

-the furniture and everything in them were different. It seemed to

-Marjorie as if nothing had been saved from the old house. Even the

-clothes they all wore were different&mdash;very different, indeed; for they

-were black.</p>

-

-<p>That was a sign of the greatest and saddest difference. Though the

-firemen had quickly gone through the basement and rescued Marjorie's

-father and mother and Jack and the servants, the dear mother had not

-long survived the shock and the exposure: and Hetty, the waitress, who

-now attended to the housekeeping and looked after Marjorie, did things

-very differently from her.</p>

-

-<p>All these circumstances combined to make great changes in Marjorie's

-life. She went to another school now, near by; but she did not make

-friends easily with the pupils there, and so she spent most of her

-afternoons at home with Hetty instead of associating with girls of her

-own age. And very lonely she was much of the time.</p>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>

-

-<p>Hetty was a good waitress, who had been with the family for several

-years, and she knew just what Mr. Mason liked, and how he liked to have

-things done about the house; but she was an ignorant silly girl, and not

-at all a good companion for Marjorie.</p>

-

-<p>Jack was two years older than his sister. He was sixteen, and preparing

-for college, and his father thought best that he should not change

-schools. So he had to make an early start every day, and very rarely

-came back until dinner-time, and then had to study hard all the evening.</p>

-

-<p>Now and then, when he did come home early on a rainy day, Marjorie and

-he would have great fun, like the old times; so at last she came to wish

-for bad weather with as much eagerness as she had used to look for

-sunshine.</p>

-

-<p>Since her mother's death her father had seemed very much preoccupied and

-indifferent to what she and Jack did. And, as time went on, he was more

-and more away from home. He changed the dinner hour from six until

-seven, and was often late at that. Then right afterward he would

-generally go out, and not come back until after Jack and Marjorie were

-in bed.</p>

-

-<p>Marjorie especially missed her father's presence and companionship; and

-one "dull, sunshiny afternoon," as Marjorie called it, in default of any

-other sympathizer, she confided her grief to Hetty, who seemed in a

-pleasanter mood than usual.</p>

-

-<p>"I wonder what it is that takes so much of father's time?" she said.</p>

-

-<p>"Oh, it's coortin' he is, av coorse, ye may belave," replied Hetty.</p>

-

-<p>"Oh no, you don't mean&mdash;that, do you?" exclaimed Marjorie.</p>

-

-<p>"Sure 'n' why not?" said Hetty, with a smirk. "Widowers generally does.

-But I can tell you that I for wan will not shtay wan minute, no, nor wan

-sicond, av he brings a new mistress into this house!"</p>

-

-<h3>III.</h3>

-

-<p>Marjorie was very much worried at what Hetty had said. It hardly seemed

-possible to her that the girl could be right, and that her father could

-be contemplating such a step as she suggested. Yet there was no doubt

-that he seemed very much changed since his wife's death, and Marjorie

-sought in vain for any satisfactory explanation of his frequent absences

-from home.</p>

-

-<p>She lay awake a long time that night&mdash;thinking. And the less able she

-was to find a reason that would account for the difference in her

-father's manner and habits, the more readily she brought herself to

-believe that Hetty was right in her supposition.</p>

-

-<p>"It's my fault, it's my fault," she sobbed to herself, as she buried her

-head in the pillow. "I haven't tried to take dear mother's place, and to

-look after the house, and to do the things she used to do for father's

-comfort. I've just acted like a silly, helpless little girl, and shirked

-my responsibilities, and left everything to Hetty, and I think

-she's&mdash;she's just hateful."</p>

-

-<p>Then, when Marjorie realized how short a time had passed since the fire,

-and the funeral, and the moving, it seemed to her that perhaps it was

-not too late now for her to begin to take the place in the household

-that she had mapped out for herself. This thought gave her new comfort,

-and with an earnest prayer that she might be given strength to carry out

-her plans she fell asleep.</p>

-

-<p>Next morning, when Hetty brought in the breakfast, she found that

-Marjorie had changed her seat at the table to the place opposite her

-father, that had been vacant ever since they moved into the new house,

-and was pouring out the coffee for him and Jack, as her mother used to

-do.</p>

-

-<p>Marjorie watched her father closely to see if he noticed the change. At

-first he appeared oblivious to any difference in the usual arrangement,

-and, turning to Hetty, after tasting his coffee, he said,</p>

-

-<p>"Hetty, haven't you forgotten the sugar?"</p>

-

-<p>Marjorie's face grew crimson with mortification, and, as she caught

-Jack's wink, and marked the appreciating smack of his lips, she realized

-that in her excitement she had put her father's sugar in Jack's cup.</p>

-

-<p>"Sure 'n' Miss Marjorie's pouring the coffee this morning; I dunno,"

-replied Hetty.</p>

-

-<p>Mr. Mason looked up, with a smile, and said, "Well, take this cup to

-her, and see if she isn't putting sugar in, too."</p>

-

-<p>Hetty did his bidding with a self-satisfied air, and Marjorie meekly

-dropped in the missing lumps.</p>

-

-<p>"Very nice indeed," was Mr. Mason's comment, as he tasted his coffee

-again, "even if it was prepared on the instalment plan."</p>

-

-<p>And Marjorie felt that her first effort had not been altogether a

-failure after all.</p>

-

-<p>That evening when he came home and went to his room he found his

-frock-coat neatly brushed and laid on the bed. In an absent-minded

-manner he hung it up in the closet, and went down to dinner in his

-business suit. Marjorie sat opposite him and served the soup. Presently

-Mr. Mason took an evening paper out of his pocket and began reading.</p>

-

-<p>Marjorie addressed one or two questions to her father; but though he

-looked up brightly for a moment and answered her, he soon turned again

-to his paper, and appeared to be absorbed in its contents.</p>

-

-<p>"What are you reading about, father?" she finally ventured to ask.</p>

-

-<p>But his reply was not conducive to further conversation, "Silver."</p>

-

-<p>"Silence is golden," said Jack to his sister, in an undertone.</p>

-

-<p>Next evening when Mr. Mason came home Marjorie asked him if he would let

-her see the evening paper. Her father seemed a little surprised, and

-handed it to her. Then he went up stairs before dinner and saw his coat

-laid out again, and smiled, and put it on. They had scarcely sat down

-when Jack produced a newspaper and began to read it.</p>

-

-<p>"Jack," said Marjorie, "don't read the paper at the table; it isn't

-polite."</p>

-

-<p>Jack put the paper away, and Marjorie began to ask her father questions

-about what sort of a day he had had downtown, and told him how Jack had

-been selected to play on the school football team, and asked him to

-explain some points in her history lesson that were not quite clear in

-her mind. Marjorie was pleased to see that her father took a great deal

-more interest in what she and Jack were doing, and after that the dinner

-hour was the brightest and happiest in the day for Marjorie.</p>

-

-<p>But Mr. Mason, though he recognized Marjorie's efforts to make this hour

-what it had been in the old house, and had begun to take a renewed

-interest in what interested Jack and Marjorie, still spent the most of

-his evenings away from home, and seemed often so preoccupied that with

-difficulty he aroused himself in response to Marjorie's efforts at

-polite conversation.</p>

-

-<p>Those were anxious and sad days for Marjorie&mdash;Hetty's silly, thoughtless

-words had made a deep impression on her mind, and she knew that if they

-were true it must be because he missed the presence and companionship of

-her dear mother, and the home atmosphere with which she had surrounded

-their lives.</p>

-

-<p>It seemed to her that the task she had undertaken would not have been so

-hopeless amid the familiar surroundings of their old home. But in this

-strange and unaccustomed place it seemed as though her efforts must be

-in vain. She studied to see if by some rearrangement of the furniture

-she could not give a more attractive and homelike air to the stiff and

-formal drawing-room.</p>

-

-<p>Hetty laughed at her suggestions, and would not help her. So she set to

-work to do it herself. At first she resolved to banish a hideous vase on

-the top of a tall cabinet, but when, standing on the top of the little

-step-ladder, she tried to move it, it proved heavier than she supposed

-and slipped from her grasp. In her attempt to save it she lost her

-balance and fell with it to the floor, striking her head on a corner of

-the cabinet.</p>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>

-

-<p>The next thing that Marjorie knew she was lying in bed, feeling very

-weak and queer. She opened her eyes, and then shut them again suddenly

-very tight, and lay still for a long while, trying to remember what had

-happened; because she thought she had seen in that brief glance that she

-was back in her old room at home, and the impression was so pleasant and

-restful, and made her feel so happy, that she did not want to open her

-eyes and dispel the illusion. Then she thought she heard a clock

-strike&mdash;one, two three, four&mdash;her clock! she would have known that sound

-anywhere. She could not resist the temptation to look, and slowly

-unclosed one eye.</p>

-

-<p>Yes, that was her very own clock that Jack had given her on the

-mantel-piece, there could be no mistake about that, nor about the

-mantel-piece either, for that matter, nor about the pictures over it,

-nor about the paper on the wall&mdash;both eyes were wide open now&mdash;nor about

-the rugs on the floor, nor the sofa, nor the chairs, nor the pretty,

-white bedstead. It was all a beautiful mystery, and she did not try to

-solve it. She simply gave a happy little sigh and fell into a deep and

-quiet sleep.</p>

-

-<p>When she awoke again she felt better and stronger, and lay for several

-minutes feasting her eyes upon the familiar features of her old room at

-home.</p>

-

-<p>Then the door opened quietly, and a sweet-faced woman in a wash-dress

-and white cap and apron entered.</p>

-

-<p>"Oh, tell me," asked Marjorie, eagerly, "am I dreaming, or have I been

-dreaming? Is this really my room, and if it is, wasn't there any fire,

-and if there was, how&mdash;"</p>

-

-<p>"There, there, my dear," answered a soft pleasant voice, "you are very

-wide-awake again, I am glad to see, and this is your own home, and there

-was a fire; and if you will lie very quiet, and not ask any more

-questions, you can see your brother Jack in a little while, and a little

-later your father, when he comes home."</p>

-

-<p>"And&mdash;and are you&mdash;are you&mdash;" faltered Marjorie.</p>

-

-<p>"Oh, I am Miss Farley, the hospital nurse. Now lie still, dear, and

-don't bother your head about anything."</p>

-

-<p>"I won't," responded Marjorie, with a contented smile. "I thought maybe

-you were a step-mother."</p>

-

-<p>In the afternoon Marjorie was so much better that Miss Farley let Jack

-spend quite a while by her bedside, while he told everything that had

-happened.</p>

-

-<p>"My eye!" said he, "you must have given your head a terrible crack when

-you fell from the steps. I can tell you father and I and Hetty were

-scared. That was three weeks ago. Just think of that. You've had

-brain-fever, and all sorts of things. But Dr. Scott and Miss Farley

-pulled you through in great shape. The best thing was that father could

-have you put right into an ambulance and brought here. Say, what do you

-suppose he has been up to all these months? Why, he's been having this

-dear old house rebuilt just exactly as it was before the fire; and there

-was a lot more furniture and things saved than you and I thought, and he

-has had it all put back in the old places, and he has bought everything

-he could get exactly like what was burned, and what he couldn't buy he

-has had made so that you'd think it was the same identical thing. He

-used to come here afternoons and boss the workmen about, and in the

-evening he'd come here alone and arrange things in the old places. Say,

-isn't it just fine! and he never said a word about it, so that he could

-have it for a surprise for you on your birthday. It was all ready the

-day you got hurt, so he had you brought right here, and yesterday was

-your birthday, so that it came out just as he had hoped, after all."</p>

-

-<p>"Where's Hetty?" asked Marjorie, after a short pause.</p>

-

-<p>"Hetty? Oh, she married the milkman, and left without warning the day we

-moved in here," said Jack.</p>

-

-<p>"Papa," said Marjorie, as she lay holding his hand as he sat beside her

-that afternoon, after she had thanked him for his beautiful birthday

-present, "papa, you're not going to bring anybody here to take mamma's

-place, are you?"</p>

-

-<p>"No, my pet," replied Mr. Mason, as he bent and kissed her cheek.

-"Nobody in the world can ever do that; but nobody in the world can come

-so near it as her dear little daughter."</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>

-

-<h2><a name="LAURIE_VANE_BRAKEMAN" id="LAURIE_VANE_BRAKEMAN">LAURIE VANE, BRAKEMAN.</a></h2>

-

-<h3>BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.</h3>

-

-<p>Mudhole Junction was a desolate place enough, especially on winter

-nights, when the wind roared through the mountain gorges, and an

-occasional fierce, despairing shriek from a passing locomotive waked the

-wild echoes among the granite peaks. But Blundon, the station-master,

-and Laurie Vane, the bright-eyed young fellow from the East, who lived

-in the little shanty a quarter of a mile off had a soft spot in their

-hearts for Mudhole Junction, and with reason. Both of them had found

-health and strength in the high, pure altitude, and each had also found

-a friend in the other. Blundon often wondered why a young fellow of

-nineteen should be living up there, apparently as much cut off from the

-human species, other than the Mudhole Junctionites, as though he

-belonged to another planet. But seeing the boy was perfectly correct in

-every way, and Blundon himself having the soul of a gentleman, and above

-asking questions, Laurie Vane was not bothered to give explanations.</p>

-

-<p>One autumn night, about a year after Laurie's advent, he and the

-station-master were spending quite a hilarious evening together in the

-little station-house. A fire roared on the hearth, and some malodorous

-cheese, a plate of crackers, and a pitcher of eider were on the table.

-On one side of the fire sat Blundon, grizzled and round-shouldered, but

-with a world of good sense in his well-marked face; on the other side

-sat Laurie, a red fez set sideways on his curly head, and his guitar

-across his knees.</p>

-

-<p>"Talk about your spectacular shows," said Laurie, softly thrumming "In

-Old Madrid," on the guitar, "I don't know anything quite up to that

-ten-o'clock express on a wild night like this. When she rushes out of

-the black mouth of the tunnel for that straight stretch of three miles

-down here, and flies past, hissing and screaming, with one great glaring

-eye blazing in the darkness, she looks more like one of the dragons of

-hell than anything I can imagine. It's worth more than many a show I've

-paid two dollars and a half to see."</p>

-

-<p>Blundon smiled at this as he answered:</p>

-

-<p>"And I can see it every night in the year for nothing. People call it

-lonesome up here, but I guess mighty few folks know how much company an

-old railroad man like me can get out of passing ingines and slow

-freights, and even out of the rails and ties. Anybody would think I was

-a paid section-boss the way I watch the road-bed about here."</p>

-

-<p>"How long were you a railroad man?" asked Laurie, stopping in his

-thrumming.</p>

-

-<p>"About twenty years," said Blundon. "But it was in the East, where

-railroading ain't the same as it is out here. I was in the caboose of a

-train that made two hundred and twenty miles, year in and year out, in

-four hours and forty minutes, including three stops. It was a solid

-train of Pullmans, and the road-bed was as smooth as a ballroom floor. I

-had an eighteen-thousand-dollar ingine&mdash;the Lively Sally&mdash;and when I

-pulled the throttle out she was just like a race-horse when he hears the

-starter shout 'Go!' I don't believe I ever could have quit the railroad

-business if the Lively Sally hadn't come to grief. But it wasn't when I

-was a-drivin' her. I was laid off sick, and they gave her to another

-man&mdash;a good enough fellow, but you can't learn the ways of an ingine in

-a day nor a week, any more than you can learn the ways of a woman in a

-day or a week. Sally used to get balky, once a year reg'lar. For about a

-week she'd have the jim-jams&mdash;seemed like she got tired of working, and

-wanted a spell of rest in the round-house. Well, the new man didn't know

-this, and instead<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> of letting her have her own way, he tried to drive

-her, and Sally just blew her cylinder-head out for spite. And when

-she was helpless on the siding a long freight came along, and the

-switchman lost his wits, and set the switch wrong, and that

-eighteen-thousand-dollar beauty was crippled so she never was worth much

-afterward. And about that time my lungs gave out, and I had to come up

-here. I never cared much about an ingine after Sally. I dare say I might

-get a place again to run a passenger train, but I think about poor

-Sally, and I don't feel like going back on the old girl; so here I am,

-side-tracked for life at Mudhole Junction."</p>

-

-<p>"It was all on account of a patent air-brake that I'm here," remarked

-Laurie.</p>

-

-<p>"It's coming," thought Blundon.</p>

-

-<p>"I am an only child," said Laurie, after a little pause, "and I had the

-best daddy in the world, except that he was so obstinate."</p>

-

-<p>"<i>You</i> weren't obstinate, young feller," Blundon gravely interjected.

-"You were just firm. It's the other feller that's pig-headed always. Go

-on."</p>

-

-<p>Laurie glanced up quickly, and grinned at Blundon for a moment.</p>

-

-<p>"Well, perhaps I was a little obstinate too&mdash;a chip of the old block. As

-long as my mother lived, God bless her!"&mdash;here Laurie raised his cap

-reverently&mdash;"she could always make peace between us. But when she went

-to heaven there was nobody to do this. The first serious falling out we

-had was when I went to college. I took the scientific course, and

-apparently I didn't do much at it. But I was working like a beaver at an

-air-brake, and when I wasn't in the class-rooms I was down at the

-railroad shops studying brakes. I found out a lot about them, and I also

-found out that my wonderful invention wasn't any invention at all. It

-had been tried and discarded. My father, though, thought I was idling,

-and wrote me a riproaring letter. One word brought on another, until at

-last I walked myself out of the house after our last interview, and told

-my father I would never take another cent from him as long as I lived. I

-had a little money that my mother left me. My father said I'd come back

-as soon as I'd run through with what I had, and that made me mad. I knew

-my lungs weren't in good shape, and the doctors told me to come up here

-and try living in a shanty for a year. I've done it, and I'm cured, and

-my feelings have softened toward my father&mdash;he was a kind old dad when

-he had his own way&mdash;but I can't&mdash;I <i>can't</i> make the first advance to

-him."</p>

-

-<p>Blundon's usual address to Laurie was, "Young feller," but on serious

-occasions he called him "Mr. Vane, sir."</p>

-

-<p>"Mr. Vane, sir," he said, "do you know the meaning of the word courage?"</p>

-

-<p>"Yes," answered Laurie, promptly.</p>

-

-<p>"And sense&mdash;good, hard, barnyard sense, Mr. Vane, sir?"</p>

-

-<p>"Yes," again replied Laurie.</p>

-

-<p>"And, Mr. Vane, sir, do you think you're treatin' your father right?"</p>

-

-<p>"N-n-no," said Laurie, not at all promptly.</p>

-

-<p>"Well, Mr. Vane, sir," continued Blundon, rising, and getting his

-lantern, "I don't think you can lay any extravagant claims to either

-sense or courage as long as you don't know how to make the first advance

-toward your own father, when you know you ain't treatin' him right.

-There's the express going in the tunnel."</p>

-

-<p>Laurie rose too with a grave face. Blundon's words were few, but Laurie

-had learned to know the man, and to respect him deeply; and Laurie knew

-that Blundon's words were a strong condemnation.</p>

-

-<p>The two went out upon the little platform to see the express pass. The

-night was very dark, without moon or stars. In a minute or two the

-train, a blaze of light from end to end, dashed out of the tunnel, and

-with one wild scream took the three-mile straight stretch down-grade

-like a streak of lightning. Not half the distance had been covered, when

-Blundon, almost dropping the lantern in his surprise, shouted, "She's

-slowing up to stop!"</p>

-

-<p>Almost by the time the words were out of his mouth the locomotive was

-within fifty yards of them, and with a clang, a bang, and a snort it

-came to a full stop. The conductor had jumped off while the train was

-still moving, and he ran up to Blundon and Laurie.</p>

-

-<p>"What's the matter?" asked Blundon, holding up the lantern in the

-conductor's face.</p>

-

-<p>"Matter enough," answered the conductor. "The engineer slipped on the

-floor of the cab, about ten miles back, and wrenched his arm, so he is

-perfectly helpless, and almost wild with pain; the negro fireman brought

-us the last ten miles, but he couldn't take us over the mountain."</p>

-

-<p>"I reckon <i>I</i> can," said Blundon, coolly. "You know my record."</p>

-

-<p>"Yes; and that's why I stopped," answered the conductor. "But look

-here."</p>

-

-<p>He handed out a piece of paper, on which was written clearly:</p>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p>"Pay no attention to a red light on the trestle. It means a hold up

-at the end of the trestle. The men know what is in the express car,

-and they have dynamite.</p></blockquote>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;">"<span class="smcap">A Friend</span>."</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<p>"Maybe it's a hoax," said Blundon.</p>

-

-<p>"And maybe it ain't a hoax," said the conductor.</p>

-

-<p>Blundon, the conductor, and Laurie had been standing close together

-during this short and half-whispered colloquy, but the negro fireman had

-slipped up behind them, and had seen the note by the lantern's glimmer.</p>

-

-<p>"Good Lawd A'mighty!" he yelled. "De train robbers is arter dis heah

-train! Well, dey ain' gwi git no chance fur to blow dis nigger up wid

-dynamite." And without another word he took to his heels, and

-immediately was lost in the darkness.</p>

-

-<p>"Here's a pretty kettle of fish!" exclaimed the conductor.</p>

-

-<p>"Never you mind," said Blundon, with a grim smile; "this young feller

-will be my fireman, and I'll agree to take the train across the

-mountain, hold up or no hold up. I'm off duty now until six o'clock

-to-morrow morning, and I can get back by that time."</p>

-

-<p>"All right," answered the conductor, going toward the cab, where they

-found the engineer groaning with pain.</p>

-

-<p>"Just groan through the telephone, old man," said Blundon, as they

-helped him out, "and you'll get a doctor from the house over yonder, and

-he'll set your arm in a jiffy."</p>

-

-<p>"Wouldn't it be a good idea," said Laurie, diffidently, "if the engineer

-telephoned to Stoneville that if the train is delayed to send a posse to

-the Stoneville end of the trestle! This is the night the Stoneville

-Light Infantry meet to drill, and they'd be handy in case of a hold up."</p>

-

-<p>The conductor hesitated a moment, then went over to the express car, and

-came back.</p>

-

-<p>"The express messenger says to telephone to the soldier boys, and if it

-is a hoax, he can stand the racket, and if it ain't&mdash;well, he has got

-near ninety thousand dollars in the safe, and he ain't a-going to give

-it away."</p>

-

-<p>In another moment the injured engineer was ringing the telephone bell.

-Two or three passengers then appeared on the platform of the smoker.</p>

-

-<p>"Hello!" cried one of them, in a voice singularly like Laurie's. "What's

-up?"</p>

-

-<p>"Stopping for a new fireman, sir," answered the conductor, airily. "All

-aboard!"</p>

-

-<p>As Laurie took his seat, in the cab beside Blundon, he said, with a pale

-face, "That was my father who spoke."</p>

-

-<p>"Glad of it," bawled Blundon, over the roar of the train. "I hope he's

-got a gun."</p>

-

-<p>Laurie had often heard that one never could judge of a man until he had

-been seen engaged in his own especial vocation, and he found it true as

-regarded Blundon. The old engineer was usually round-shouldered, and had

-a leisurely, not to say lazy, way of moving about. But the instant his

-hand touched the throttle of the engine he became alert and keen-eyed,

-his figure straightened, and the power he possessed intrinsically became

-visible.</p>

-

-<p>The train sped on for an hour before entering a deep cut, at the end of

-which they would have to cross a great ravine<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> over a long trestle. A

-mile or two beyond the trestle was the little manufacturing town of

-Stoneville. As they entered the cut darkness became blackness, and the

-train began to slow up a little before going on the trestle.</p>

-

-<p>Laurie shouted in Blundon's ear, "This is a mighty good place for a

-train robbery!"</p>

-

-<p>Blundon nodded, and Laurie, turning to the window, strained his eyes

-toward the ravine that showed like a huge black shadow before them. And

-in the middle of the trestle a red danger signal burned steadily.</p>

-

-<p>"It's there," cried Laurie to Blundon.</p>

-

-<p>By the time the words were out of his mouth a fusillade of shots rattled

-against the side of the cab.</p>

-

-<p>"Lie down! lie down!" cried Blundon, throwing himself flat on the floor,

-and Laurie promptly followed suit. Then three ghostly figures leaped on

-the train, and two of them catching Blundon and Laurie, held them fast,

-while the third brought the train to a stop.</p>

-

-<p>"Get up," said the first robber to Blundon, who scrambled to a sitting

-posture with a pistol at his ear. The second robber had likewise

-established close connections between Laurie's ear and another pistol,

-but allowed him also to sit up on the floor. The third robber jumped

-off, and presently the crash of dynamite showed that the express car was

-broken into. Then there was a wait of ten minutes, while the robbers, of

-whom there were several, rifled the safe.</p>

-

-<p>During this time Blundon showed such perfect coolness that it calmed

-Laurie's natural excitement, and won the admiration of the highwaymen.</p>

-

-<p>"Euchred, Mr. Vane, sir!" was Blundon's only exclamation, as he sat

-cross-legged, looking at Laurie.</p>

-

-<p>To this Laurie replied, "I told you it was a good place for a train

-robbery."</p>

-

-<p>"Young man," remarked the gentleman who covered Laurie with his pistol,

-"I am afraid you haven't had the advantages of good society, like me and

-my pal there. You hadn't oughter call names, especially on a social

-occasion like this."</p>

-

-<p>"Perhaps I oughtn't," meekly answered Laurie.</p>

-

-<p>"We are gentlemen, we are," continued this facetious bandit. "We don't

-go in for robbin' ladies of their handbags&mdash;we don't want your little

-silver watch, sonny. We are opposed to the bloated corporations that

-rule this country, and we are doing our best to maintain the rights of

-individuals against them by cleaning out their safes."</p>

-

-<p>Laurie, without arguing this important question, remarked, "If you have

-so much regard for the rights of individuals, I wish you'd let me

-scratch my eye."</p>

-

-<p>"I will do it for you with pleasure," amiably remarked the bandit, and

-with the cold muzzle of the loaded pistol he gently scratched Laurie's

-eye, to that young gentleman's intense discomfort.</p>

-

-<p>In a few minutes more several of the gang who had gone through with the

-safe came to the cab.</p>

-

-<p>"Bring one of those gents out here," said the man who seemed to be the

-leader. "We have got the express car and the engine disconnected from

-the rest of the train, but we don't exactly understand the brakes, and

-we want them set."</p>

-

-<p>A gleam of intelligence passed between Blundon and Laurie which served

-the purpose of words.</p>

-

-<p>"That young feller," said Blundon, indicating Laurie, "is a famous

-brakeman. He invented an air-brake once, only it wouldn't work."</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">

-<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="500" height="383" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">BEFORE A WORD WAS SPOKEN, MR. VANE RECOGNIZED LAURIE.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>Laurie, still covered by the pistol in the hands of his friends, got out

-of the cab, and soon the sound of hammering and knocking reverberated,

-showing he was working with the brakes. In a little while he was brought

-back, and Blundon and himself were then marched to the passenger car,

-hustled in, and the door locked on them. The first person Laurie's eyes

-rested on was his father. The excited passengers gathered around the

-two, but before a word was spoken Mr. Vane recognized Laurie. In another

-minute the two were in each other's arms. Laurie's first words were:

-"Daddy, I was wrong. I beg you will forgive me&mdash;"</p>

-

-<p>But his father could only say, brokenly, "My boy&mdash;my boy!"</p>

-

-<p>Blundon, after a few moments, raised his hand for silence, and then, in

-a low voice, but perfectly distinct to the earnest listeners, he said:</p>

-

-<p>"Ladies and gentlemen, them train-robbers have bitten off more than they

-can chew. We had warning of this at Mudhole Junction, and the reg'lar

-engineer&mdash;I'm only a substitute&mdash;telephoned an hour ago to the

-Stoneville Light Infantry to be here if the train wasn't on time, and no

-doubt the soldiers ain't half a mile away. I've got a young amatoor

-fireman here&mdash;Mr. Laurie Vane&mdash;who invented an air-brake&mdash;"</p>

-

-<p>"That wouldn't work," added Laurie, <i>sotto voce</i>.</p>

-

-<p>"&mdash;And the robbers took him to set the brakes so they could run away

-with the ingine and express car. But this smart young gentleman

-disconnected the coil of the brakes, and everything about this train is

-just the same as if it was nailed to the tracks. The ingine can spit

-sparks, but she can't turn a wheel, and I'm thinkin' they'll be

-monkeyin' with her until the Stoneville Light Infantry comes along and

-bags 'em every one!"</p>

-

-<p>A silent hand-clapping greeted this; then all the passengers, keeping

-perfectly still, waited for their rescuers to arrive. Meanwhile a great

-noise and whacking went on outside, as the robbers vainly struggled to

-make the engine move. Laurie sat, his arm about his father's neck, and

-although he said but little, every glance was an appeal for forgiveness.

-Blundon had made him out something of a hero in resource, and his

-father's proud recognition of it was plain to all. After fifteen

-minutes' waiting, under high tension, Blundon, peering closely into the

-surrounding darkness, uttered a suppressed chuckle.</p>

-

-<p>"They're comin'," he said. "The robbers don't see 'em; they are too busy

-with the ingine."</p>

-

-<p>A pause followed, unbroken by a word; then a yell, as the robbers

-realized they were surrounded. The passengers locked up in the

-drawing-room car could see little of the scuffle, but they heard it, and

-in a few minutes the door was wrenched open, and an officer in uniform

-announced that the robbers were captured, and called for the engineer to

-come and take charge of the engine.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p>Laurie and Blundon both wear watches with inscriptions on them&mdash;gifts

-from the railway company. Laurie is living in his father's house, and

-has altogether given up his dream of inventing a new brake, and is

-reading law very hard, much to his father's delight; and people say,

-"Did you ever see a father and son so fond of one another as Mr. Vane

-and that boy of his?"</p>

-

-<p>And Laurie has several times asked his father, dryly, if he was really

-sorry that his only son had studied up the subject of air-brakes when he

-ought to have been in the class-room. Laurie has promised Blundon that

-once in two years at least he will go to Mudhole Junction. They have had

-but one meeting as yet, since Laurie left, when Blundon sagely remarked:</p>

-

-<p>"Mr. Vane, sir, I think you did a sight better in holding that train

-down to the track with them ordinary brakes than you ever will with any

-of your own. But the best thing you did, after all, was to ask your

-father's pardon, and you ought to have done it a year before, Mr. Vane,

-sir."</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2><a name="A_NEW_USE_FOR_APES" id="A_NEW_USE_FOR_APES">A NEW USE FOR APES.</a></h2>

-

-<p>Here's a great note about two very interesting things&mdash;golf and monkeys.

-According to an English paper, lately received, while pets are mostly

-kept for the purpose of merely being petted, now and then they are

-taught to make themselves useful. The latest instance of the useful pet,

-the journal states, is in the case of certain apes which have been

-trained to act as caddies in the now fashionable game of golf. The

-caddie is indispensable to a golf player, and a Miss Dent, whose

-brother, Lieutenant Dent, of the United States Navy, has recently

-returned to America from the China station, has two Formosa apes which

-he brought here, and which they have trained to the business of caddies.

-They wear liveries of white duck, and each has a Turkish fez.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>

-

-<h2><a name="THE_BOY_SOLDIER_IN_CAMP" id="THE_BOY_SOLDIER_IN_CAMP">THE BOY SOLDIER IN CAMP.</a></h2>

-

-<h3>BY RICHARD BARRY.</h3>

-

-<p>In every boy's heart&mdash;I am sure in every American boy's heart&mdash;there

-lies a love for martial things. The sound of a fife and drum, the sight

-of a soldier's uniform, stir him and set his blood a-tingling. Does

-there exist anywhere a boy or a man who has not "played soldier" at some

-time in his life? No; I judge not in this country.</p>

-

-<p>Everyone who witnessed the Columbian parades in New York remembers the

-march of the city school-boys. With shoulders and heads erect they kept

-their well-formed lines; their young officers knew what they were about,

-and gave their orders sharp and clear.</p>

-

-<p>These boys had been drilled every week on the playground, the street, or

-in one of the regimental armories, and they had caught the spirit of the

-thing.</p>

-

-<p>Some people have been foolish enough to decry military training in our

-public schools. Have they ever thought that these boys will soon be

-large enough to carry real muskets if it should be necessary? The big

-majority of our soldiers in the last great war were under the age of

-twenty-four. But there are other things to be considered.</p>

-

-<p>The writer has for some years past been interested in one of the largest

-boys' clubs in the city of New York. It has grown from a rather unruly

-mob of youngsters, gathered from the streets and tenements of the great

-East Side, to an orderly, well-governed body of over three hundred boys,

-who can be trusted to preserve their own decorum in the club-rooms, and

-who do not need a policeman to make them toe the proper mark. A military

-formation has accomplished this. A large drum-and-fife corps keeps up

-the interest, and the officers and most of the governors of the club are

-chosen from among the boys themselves. A military training promotes a

-respect for proper authority, which is the foundation of all thoroughly

-good citizenship.</p>

-

-<p>But as this is not a lecture on the advantages of the system, we must

-come to the point&mdash;the boy soldier in camp. No doubt the most pleasant

-as well as the most useful part of the drill life of our militia

-regiments is the week's encampment at Peekskill. The men come back brown

-and healthy, and with the satisfaction of having learned something. An

-encampment of boys can accomplish the same results.</p>

-

-<p>At Orrs Mills, Cornwall-on-Hudson, an experiment has been tried with

-great success during the past summer. A camp of instruction and

-recreation was established, and the results should encourage other

-attempts in the same direction.</p>

-

-<p>The life of the soldier boys was a combination of duty, which might be

-called pleasant work, and play. The routine of a regular encampment was

-followed, and as one regiment or brigade left, another took its place,

-the same as at Peekskill.</p>

-

-<p>These boys belonged to a Baptist military organization; they were all in

-charge of an instructor who ranked as Colonel, but the Majors,

-Adjutants, Captains, Lieutenants, and non-commissioned officers were

-boys of from twelve to fourteen.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">

-<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="500" height="328" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">GUARD MOUNT.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>In the early morning the boy bugler turned the camp out at reveille, and

-the sergeants called the first roll; then the companies marched to

-breakfast in the mess-tent, where plain wholesome food was provided in

-plenty. After the meal came guard-mount, a ceremony requiring

-considerable knowledge, and one of the most importance. The old guard

-was relieved and dismissed, and the new one took its place; sentries

-were posted, and the day of the soldier began. Drills and squad details

-followed. Excursions into the neighboring hills, plunges into the

-swimming-pool, and target practice kept the time from dragging, and at

-dress parade in the evening buttons and arms were brightened, the

-regiment took its position on the meadow near the camp, and the

-companies were accounted for. Then the Adjutant read the orders for the

-following day, and the Colonel took command; the drums rolled, the fifes

-shrilled, and as the last note sounded, the cannon roared out sunset,

-and down came the flag. The soldier's day was over. "Taps" set the

-echoes going at nine o'clock, and tired and happy, the boys fell asleep

-in their cots and blankets.</p>

-

-<p>There is no use saying that this does not pay. It is the thing the boys

-like. Tell a boy that a thing is "good for him," and he generally

-dislikes it, but in this case the boys do not have to be told. They take

-to it naturally.</p>

-

-<p>A word as to the starting of a boys' military company might come in well

-here, and might be of interest. It is an easy thing to <i>start</i> one, the

-trouble being to hold it together; and this all depends upon the way one

-goes about it.</p>

-

-<p>All that is necessary at first is to get the boys and find a person who

-is capable and willing to assist them in learning the manual of arms and

-the school of the soldier. Almost any State regiment or separate company

-will supply a man who will take interest enough to attend all drills,

-and give up a fair amount of time for sheer love of soldiering.</p>

-

-<p>There must be one thing kept in mind: there must be no half-way

-interest, and there must be no foolishness; the more serious one is at

-first, the more successful the latter work. It will not take long for a

-boy Lieutenant to be able to take command if he studies; he must enforce

-attention, and be <i>sure</i> in his orders. Once let the others find out

-that he knows well what he is talking about, and they will respect him

-and obey him as eagerly as if he were forty years old and six feet tall.</p>

-

-<p>Arms and uniforms are absolutely necessary, and of course cost money;

-but it is quite surprising at what comparatively small expense a company

-of boys can be outfitted. Drill muskets of wood are the cheapest, and

-can be procured with detachable bayonets, but the best of all is the old

-Springfield smooth bore cut down and reduced to about five pounds in

-weight. A company of boys thirty in number can be equipped with these

-strong pieces at the cost of about sixty dollars. A good uniform costs

-much more; but serviceable fatigue-caps can be purchased for less than a

-dollar, and a uniform made out of good strong blue cloth for five or six

-dollars. Good drums can be procured at about the same expense as the

-uniforms, but it does not pay to get a very cheap drum. By enlisting

-the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> interest of parents, uncles, and the family in general, an eager

-boy will accomplish wonders in outfitting himself, and a fair or an

-entertainment well worked up will draw funds from unexpected sources.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">

-<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="276" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">THE CAMP.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>Supposing, however, that a company of lads connected with a school, a

-society, or perhaps entirely independent, wishes to reap the benefits of

-faithful drilling and go into camp. The first thing to be done is to get

-the older heads to agree in helping out the venture, then to find a

-suitable locality, and one not remote from home.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 598px;">

-<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="598" height="387" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">THE MESS TENT.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>Good drinking-water, and plenty of it, is a <i>sine qua non</i> (this for our

-Latin scholars). The ground should be dry and hard, and in as much of a

-sheltered position as possible, and there should be a wide open field

-devoid of stumps and muddy places for a drill and play ground. One of

-the first difficulties will be the procuring of tents, and here, of

-course, will come a rub. There are, however, many places where they can

-be rented for the purpose in the big cities, and no make-shift wigwams

-should be attempted. In some States the military authorities, approached

-through the proper channels, may be able to loan tents for the purpose,

-and a letter to the Adjutant-General will procure all the information

-upon the subject. But even if tents are not to be had, the idea of a

-military outing need not be given up. A hay-mow is far from a bad place

-to sleep in, and a fair-sized barn will accommodate a large number of

-boys who do not object to roughing it. The cooking could be done camp

-fashion, outside; and that brings us to one of the most important

-points&mdash;food, what it costs and how to get it. A cook should be hired,

-and one man can cook for a large number if he has a detail of young

-soldiers to help him with the mess-gear. Every boy should bring, besides

-his blankets, a knife, fork, and spoon, and a tin plate and cup. It will

-cost to feed a healthy boy in camp at least forty cents a day; the thing

-to avoid is waste.</p>

-

-<p>In such a short article as this it is out of the question to go into

-general detail, and of course without the help of older people and

-without funds it is impossible to do anything.</p>

-

-<p>A boys' encampment should be managed by the boys themselves so far as

-the duties are concerned. They should be responsible for their own order

-and behavior, but of course it is necessary to have some one with

-experience at the very head, and a doctor or a surgeon must be enlisted

-for the time. This is most important. Any militia regiment would provide

-a volunteer for the position of Colonel or post commander, and care

-should be taken that he is a man who is well fitted to instruct and

-versed in the usages of camp life.</p>

-

-<p>Three or four things the boys must have constantly in mind. While they

-are supposed to have all the enjoyment they can, they must remember that

-they are soldiers, and that duty is first. Once looked at seriously in

-this light, it is wonderfully surprising how quickly a boy will learn.

-Another thing to remember is that every one of them may be an officer

-some day, and that his companions recognize merit as quickly as men do,

-and that he must listen. To a young officer a good word of advice is,

-"make your men listen"; and that can be accomplished by speaking

-distinctly and evenly, and not pompously or in a shambling, careless

-manner.</p>

-

-<p>They say that a week in camp is worth a winter's drill; and if the

-advantages are so great for our grown-up soldiers, they will of course

-work the same way with the boys.</p>

-

-<p>During the war of the rebellion a military school in Virginia turned out

-into active service on the Confederate side. They actually met and

-fought grown men, and stood their ground bravely. Discipline made men of

-them, and a pride in their organization put years on their shoulders. Of

-course it is not expected that our boy companies will be called upon to

-fight nowadays, but as the strength of a nation often depends on the

-striplings in the ranks, it can work no possible harm to begin early. We

-trust that in the next year there will be many new encampments, many new

-companies formed, and that the various State governments will give all

-encouragement to the boy soldiers who in a few years may serve them well

-in the National Guard in case of riot or of trouble.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>

-

-<h2><a name="SOME_CLEVER_CHILDREN" id="SOME_CLEVER_CHILDREN">SOME CLEVER CHILDREN.</a></h2>

-

-<p>The children of the town of Clitheroe, in England, are not afraid to ask

-for what they want. According to an item in the Lancashire <i>Daily Post</i>

-a meeting of the children of Clitheroe was recently held in the

-market-place to petition the Town Council to provide them with

-play-grounds. There was a fair number present. A boy named John Yates

-presided. It was decided to send the Mayor and Corporation the following

-memorial: "We, the children of Clitheroe, in public meeting assembled,

-beg to lay before you our needs in the matter of play-grounds. We have

-none; if we play at all, we are forced to play in the streets. Then, by

-your instructions, we are liable to be pounced upon by the police and

-prosecuted. Such a state of things, we venture to suggest, is very

-unfair to us, and seeing that you are elected to your positions by our

-fathers and mothers, and as we are sure they would not object to pay a

-little extra in taxes for our benefit&mdash;we are perfectly aware that to

-provide play-grounds would incur expense&mdash;we beg of you to take this

-matter into your serious consideration, and do honor to yourselves by

-recognizing our needs and providing us with play-grounds."</p>

-

-<p>It would seem as if it ought to prove very difficult to the authorities

-to refuse to yield to so reasonable and respectfully framed a request as

-this. Certainly the future of the town of Clitheroe should be an

-interesting one, seeing what style of citizens it is likely to have when

-these brave little boys and girls grow up and "run things" to suit

-themselves.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2><a name="A_FAIR_EXPLANATION" id="A_FAIR_EXPLANATION">A FAIR EXPLANATION.</a></h2>

-

-<p>There are some men who are never at a loss to give an explanation of any

-thing they are asked about, and often they do not go so far wrong even

-when they have no actual knowledge in the matter. Among these, according

-to a story lately encountered, is a boatswain of one of the large

-transatlantic steamers. A little time ago, as the story has it, one of

-the crew of this steamer (while the passengers were at dinner) picked up

-a menu, and seeing on the top "Table d'hote," inquired of one of his

-mates the meaning of it.</p>

-

-<p>"What does this 'ere mean, Joe?"</p>

-

-<p>Joe, taking the menu, gazed on it with a puzzled air, scratched his

-head, and said: "I can't make nothing out of it. Let's go to old Coffin;

-he's a scholard, and sure to know."</p>

-

-<p>On giving the menu to the boatswain, he thoughtfully stroked his chin,

-and said: "Well, look 'ere, mates, it's like this 'ere. Them swells down

-in the saloon have some soup, a bit of fish, a bit of this, and a bit of

-that, and a hit of summat else, and calls it 'table dottie.' We haves

-'table dottie,' only we mixes it all together and calls it Irish stew."</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2><a name="GRANDFATHERS_ADVENTURES" id="GRANDFATHERS_ADVENTURES">GRANDFATHER'S ADVENTURES.</a></h2>

-

-<h3>KIDNAPPING POOR COOLIES.</h3>

-

-<h3>BY CAPTAIN HOWARD PATTERSON.</h3>

-

-<p>The rain was sweeping a musical tattoo against the windows of the room

-in which Ralph Pell was devouring an ancient volume of sea-yarns,

-discovered by him that morning among other old books in the attic chest,

-and which collection represented the little ship's library that had been

-carried by Grandfather Sterling's vessel on many long and venturesome

-voyages to all quarters of the globe. In a sleepy-hollow chair near the

-window that overlooked a sweep of sodden meadow-land sat the old sailor,

-his eyes closed, and his head nodding over a long-stemmed pipe in which

-the fire had gone out some time before, but whose mouth-piece he held

-between his lips with something like the tenacity of a bull-dog's grip.</p>

-

-<p>As Ralph ran his eyes along the line of type that marked the ending of

-the last story, he gave expression to a sigh in which enjoyment and

-regret were equally divided, and turned the leaves of the book through

-his fingers idly, as though reluctant to realize that he had parted

-company with its sea heroes, buccaneers, beautiful captive maidens, and

-other characters who had played their several parts against backgrounds

-of tempest, fire, and piracy.</p>

-

-<p>"Grandpop!" he called, gently, and the old man slept on. "Oh, grandpop!"

-he said, in a louder voice; but the grizzled seaman responded only by a

-little deeper snore and a tighter hold upon the stem of his pipe. A

-mischievous look stole into Ralph's eyes. Suddenly he called out strong,

-"There goes flukes!"</p>

-

-<p>"Where away?" shouted Grandfather Sterling, dropping his pipe and

-jumping excitedly to his feet, imagining that he was on board of a

-whaling-ship, and that the lookout had reported a school of whales in

-sight.</p>

-

-<p>At this Ralph threw himself back in his chair, laughing heartily, and

-did not observe the old sailor's look of bewilderment change to that of

-comprehension and fun-making. Grandfather quietly laid hold of the

-fire-bellows hanging on the chimney front, stole across the room to

-Ralph's chair, and just as its occupant was indulging in a renewed burst

-of mirth the nozzle of the bellows found its way into his generously

-open mouth, and a strong and unexpected rush of air sent his head

-bumping against the back cushion.</p>

-

-<p>"There she blows! There she blows!" yelled Grandfather Sterling, as he

-worked the bellows handles energetically.</p>

-

-<p>After the merriment had ended, and the Captain's pipe had been recovered

-and lit, Ralph said:</p>

-

-<p>"Grandpop, there's a story in that old book of yours about the way that

-the poor coolies were deceived in the East Indies and taken to other

-countries to work as slaves. Do you know any stories about them?"</p>

-

-<p>The old sailor nodded an affirmative. Ralph was all excitement in a

-moment.</p>

-

-<p>"Oh, tell the story, grandpop, please! When did it happen, and what is

-it about?"</p>

-

-<p>Captain Sterling allowed a cloud of smoke to float slowly upward in

-front of him in order to screen the look of mischief in his gray eyes,

-then answered,</p>

-

-<p>"It happened a good many years ago, Ralph, and it is about a ship that I

-was an officer on when she was in the coolie trade."</p>

-

-<p>Ralph jumped to his feet in amazement.</p>

-

-<p>"Grandfather," he said, with a break in his voice, "you don't mean that

-<i>you</i> were once little better than a negro-slaver? It can't be true.

-You're only fooling; now tell the truth, grandpop."</p>

-

-<p>The ashes in the bowl of his pipe seemed to require all of the Captain's

-attention as he replied, quite meekly,</p>

-

-<p>"Yes, Ralph, it's kinder tough to admit it, but the truth is I was once

-a member of the crew of the most noted 'coolie packet' in the business."</p>

-

-<p>Seeing the grieved, reproachful look on Ralph's face, the Captain added:</p>

-

-<p>"Of course it may make you think a little better of your grandfather

-when I tell you that I would not have joined such a vessel willingly,

-and that I did not know her character until I was on board."</p>

-

-<p>Ralph hurried to his grandfather's side, passed his arm affectionately

-around the old man's neck, and said, in a relieved way:</p>

-

-<p>"I'm so glad you said that, grandpop, because I wouldn't want to know

-that my grandfather had ever been a coolie-stealer. And now, after

-scaring a fellow so badly, the least you can do to make things square is

-to tell the story in your best style, which you would call 'ship-shape

-and Bristol fashion.'"</p>

-

-<p>"All right, my boy, I'll do penance in that way; and now to begin:</p>

-

-<p>"I had gone out to China as second mate of the ship <i>White Cloud</i>. She

-was an old vessel, and in a typhoon that we made acquaintance with had

-been so badly strained and damaged that we just managed to reach port by

-keeping all hands at the pumps day and night for more than a week.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> A

-board of survey condemned the ship, pronouncing her unfit for further

-service, so all hands were paid off, and we then cast about for other

-berths. I was offered several chances to go before the mast, but having

-been an officer, I disliked to again enter the forecastle. I had

-considerable money, so held back, waiting for something better to turn

-up. At last I was told by one of the shipping-masters that a big English

-vessel had dropped anchor in the harbor to send her second mate to the

-hospital, as he was suffering with the fever peculiar to that coast, and

-that I could get the vacant office by applying to the British Consul. I

-at once made my way to the consulate, saw the Captain of the <i>Irving

-Castle</i>, hurriedly signed articles to serve as her second officer, and

-an hour from that time was on board the ship. As soon as I stepped over

-the rail I saw that she was a 'coolie-runner,' and would have backed out

-if possible; but it was too late, so I was forced to make the best of a

-bad bargain.</p>

-

-<p>"I will not attempt to describe to you the horrors of that voyage&mdash;how

-we ran out of water owing to calms and head-winds, and how sickness

-ravaged among the wretched creatures packed like pigs in the hold of the

-ship. You may get an idea of that fearful time when I tell you that out

-of the eight hundred coolies that we had on board at the time of

-sailing, only one hundred and fifty lived to reach the port where the

-full measure of their deception and betrayal was realized. The poor

-ignorant fellows had understood that the contract signed by them was

-simply an agreement to work on a plantation at good wages, and that they

-were to be free agents to remain or to be returned to their country

-after a short time, when the expense of their passage had been worked

-out. Instead of that they discovered that such an exorbitant rate was

-charged for their transportation that it would require several years'

-labor to clear them of debt, and a like number more before they would be

-entitled to the return voyage. Protest availed them nothing, and they

-were led away as so many slaves to begin their weary servitude.</p>

-

-<p>"I was heart-sick of the trade, and a little ashamed, too, of sailing

-under a foreign flag, so I left the <i>Irving Castle</i> at the first

-opportunity. I know that all hands were glad to see the 'Yankee' go, for

-I had held up the honor of my own country in a rather forcible way on

-several occasions when the discussion as to the wars of 1776 and 1812

-had waxed warm beyond the limits of what might be called gentlemanly

-argument.</p>

-

-<p>"And now, my boy, you know how it was that I came to serve on a

-'coolie-slaver' under the British flag."</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2><a name="THE_IMP_OF_THE_TELEPHONE" id="THE_IMP_OF_THE_TELEPHONE">THE IMP OF THE TELEPHONE.</a></h2>

-

-<h3>BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.</h3>

-

-<h3>I.&mdash;JIMMIEBOY MAKES HIS ACQUAINTANCE.</h3>

-

-<p>The telephone was ringing, of that there was no doubt, and yet no one

-went to see what was wanted, which was rather strange. The cook had a

-great way of rushing up from the kitchen to where the 'phone stood in

-the back hall whenever she heard its sounding bells, because a great

-many of her friends were in the habit of communicating with her over the

-wire, and she didn't like to lose the opportunity to hear all that was

-going on in the neighborhood. And then, too, Jimmieboy's papa was at

-work in the library not twenty feet away, and surely one would hardly

-suppose that he would let it ring as often as Jimmieboy had heard it

-this time&mdash;I think there were as many as six distinct rings&mdash;without

-going to ask the person at the other end what on earth he was making all

-that noise about. So it was altogether queer that after sounding six

-times the bell should fail to summon any one to see what was wanted.

-Finally it rang loud and strong for a seventh time, and, although he

-wasn't exactly sure about it, Jimmieboy thought he heard a whisper

-repeated over and over again, which said, "Hullo, Jimmieboy! Jimmieboy,

-Hullo! Come to the telephone a moment, for I want to speak to you."</p>

-

-<p>Whether there really was any such whisper as that or not, Jimmieboy did

-not delay an instant in rushing out into the back hall and climbing upon

-a chair that stood there to answer whoever it was that was so anxious to

-speak to somebody.</p>

-

-<p>"Hullo, you!" he said, as he got his little mouth over the receiver.</p>

-

-<p>"Hullo!" came the whisper he thought he had heard before. "Is that you,

-Jimmieboy?"</p>

-

-<p>"Yes. It's me," returned Jimmieboy. "Who are you?"</p>

-

-<p>"I'm me, too," answered the whisper with a chuckle. "Some people call me

-Hello Hithere Whoareyou, but my real name is Impy. I am the Imp of the

-Telephone, and I live up here in this little box right over where your

-mouth is."</p>

-

-<p>"Dear me!" ejaculated Jimmieboy in pleased surprise. "I didn't know

-anybody ever lived in that funny little closet, though I had noticed it

-had a door with a key-hole in it."</p>

-

-<p>"Yes, I can see you now through the key-hole, but you can't see me,"

-said the Imp, "and I'm real sorry you can't, for I am ever so pretty. I

-have beautiful mauve-colored eyes with eyelashes of pink, long and fine

-as silk. My eyebrows are sort of green like the lawn gets after a sun

-shower in the late spring. My hair, which is hardly thicker than the

-fuzzy down or the downy fuzz&mdash;as you prefer it&mdash;of a peach, is colored

-like the lilac, and my clothes are a bright red, and I have a pair of

-gossamer wings to fly with."</p>

-

-<p>"Isn't there any chance of my ever seeing you?" asked Jimmieboy.</p>

-

-<p>"Why, of course," said the Imp. "Just the best chance in all the world.

-Do you remember the little key your papa uses to lock his new cigar box

-with?"</p>

-

-<p>"The little silver key he carries on the end of his watch chain?"

-queried Jimmieboy, eagerly.</p>

-

-<p>"The very same," said the Imp, "That key is the only key in this house

-that will fit this lock. If you can get it and will open the door you

-can see me, and if you will eat a small apple I give you when we do

-meet, you will smallen up until you are big enough to get into my room

-here and see what a wonderful place it is. Do you think you can get the

-key?"</p>

-

-<p>"I don't know," Jimmieboy answered. "I asked papa to let me have it

-several times already, but he has always said no."</p>

-

-<p>"It looks hopeless, doesn't it?" returned the Imp. "But I'll tell you

-how I used to do with my dear old father when he wouldn't let me have

-things I wanted. I'd just ask him the same old question over and over

-again in thirteen different ways, and if I didn't get a yes in answer to

-one of 'em, why, I'd know it was useless; but the thirteenth generally

-brought me the answer I wanted."</p>

-

-<p>"I suppose that would be a good way," said Jimmieboy, "but I really

-don't see how I could ask for the key in thirteen different ways."</p>

-

-<p>"You don't, eh?" said the Imp, in a tone of disappointment. "Well, I

-<i>am</i> surprised. You are the first little boy I have had anything to do

-with who couldn't ask for a thing, no matter what it was, in thirteen

-different ways. Why, it's as easy as falling up stairs."</p>

-

-<p>"Tell me a few ways," suggested Jimmieboy.</p>

-

-<p>"Well, first there is the direct way," returned the Imp, "You say just

-as plainly as can be, 'Daddy, I want the key to your cigar box.' He will

-reply, 'No, you are too young to smoke,' and that will make your mamma

-laugh, which will be a good thing in case your papa is feeling a little

-cross when you ask him. There is nothing that puts a man in a good humor

-so quickly as laughing at his jokes. That's way number one," continued

-the Imp. "You wait five minutes before you try the second way, which is,

-briefly, to climb upon your father's knee and say, 'There are two ends

-to your watch chain, aren't there, papa?' He'll say, 'Yes; everything

-has two ends except circles, which haven't any'; then you laugh, because

-he may think that's funny, and then you say, 'You have a watch at one

-end, haven't you?' His answer will be, 'Yes; it has been there fifteen

-years, and although it has been going all that time it hasn't gone yet.'

-You must roar with laughter at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> that, and then ask him what he has at

-the other end, and he'll say, 'The key to my cigar box,' to which you

-must immediately reply, 'Give it to me, won't you?' And so you go on,

-leading up to that key in everything you do or say for the whole day, if

-it takes that long to ask for it thirteen times. If he doesn't give it

-to you then, you might as well give up, for you'll never get it. It

-always worked when I was little, but it may have been because I put the

-thirteenth question in rhyme every time. If I wanted a cream cake, I'd

-ask for it and ask for it, and if at the twelfth time of asking I hadn't

-got it, I'd put it to him finally this way&mdash;</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"'<i>I used to think that you could do</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Most everything; but now I see</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>You can't, for it appears that you</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Can't give a creamy cake to me.</i>'"</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<p>"But I can't write poetry," said Jimmieboy.</p>

-

-<p>"Oh, yes you can!" laughed the Imp. "Anybody can. I've written lots of

-it. I wrote a poem to my papa once which pleased him very much, though

-he said he was sorry I had discovered what he called his secret."</p>

-

-<p>"Have you got it with you?" asked Jimmieboy, very much interested in

-what the Imp was saying, because he had often thought, as he reflected

-about the world, that of all the men in it his papa seemed to him to be

-the very finest, and it was his great wish to grow up to be as like him

-as possible; and surely if any little boy could, as the Imp had said,

-write some kind of poetry, he might, after all, follow in the footsteps

-of his father, whose every production, Jimmieboy's mamma said, was just

-as nice as it could be.</p>

-

-<p>"Yes. I have it here, where I keep everything, in my head. Just glue

-your ear as tightly as you can to the 'phone and I'll recite it for you.

-This is it:</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>I've watched you, papa, many a day.</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>And think I know you pretty well;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>You've been my chum&mdash;at work, at play&mdash;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>You've taught me how to romp and spell.</i></span><br />

-<br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>You've taught me how to sing sweet songs;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>You've taught me how to listen, too;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>You've taught me rights; you've shown me wrongs;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>You've made me love the good and true.</i></span><br />

-<br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>Sometimes you've punished me, and I</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Sometimes have wept most grievously</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>That yours should lie the hand whereby</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>The things I wished were kept from me.</i></span><br />

-<br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>Sometimes I've thought that you were stern;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Sometimes I could not understand</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>Why you should make my poor heart burn</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>By scoldings and by reprimand.</i></span><br />

-<br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>Yet as it all comes back, I see</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>My sorrows, though indeed most sore</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>In those dear days they seemed to me,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Grieved you at heart by far the more.</i></span><br />

-<br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>The frowns that wrinkled up your brow,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>That grieved your little son erstwhile,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>As I reflect upon them now,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Were always softened by a smile.</i></span><br />

-<br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>That shone, dear father, in your eyes;</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>A smile that was but ill concealed,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>By which the love that in you lies</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>For me, your boy, was e'er revealed.</i>"</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<p>Here the Imp stopped.</p>

-

-<p>"Go on," said Jimmieboy, softly. "Tell me some more."</p>

-

-<p>"There isn't any more," replied the Imp. "When I got that far I couldn't

-write any more, because I kind of got running over. I didn't seem to fit

-myself exactly. Myself was too big for myself, and so I had to stop and

-sort of settle down again."</p>

-

-<p>"Your papa must have been very much pleased," suggested Jimmieboy.</p>

-

-<p>"Yes, he was," said the Imp; "although I noticed a big tear in his eye

-when I read it to him; but he gave me a great big hug for the poem, and

-I was glad I'd written it. But you must run along and get that key, for

-my time is very short, and if we are to see Magnetville and all the wire

-country we must be off."</p>

-

-<p>"Perhaps if the rhyme always brings about the answer you want, it would

-be better for me to ask the question that way first, and not bother him

-with the other twelve ways," suggested Jimmieboy.</p>

-

-<p>"That's very thoughtful of you," said the Imp. "I think very likely it

-would be better to do it that way. Just you tiptoe softly up to him and

-say,</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>If you loved me as I love you,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>And I were you and you were me,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>What you asked me I'd surely do,</i></span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>And let you have that silver key.</i>"</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<p>"I think that's just the way," said Jimmieboy, repeating the verse over

-and over again so as not to forget it. "I'll go to him at once."</p>

-

-<p>And he did go. He tiptoed into the library, at one end of which his papa

-was sitting writing; he kissed him on his cheek, and whispered the verse

-softly in his ear.</p>

-

-<p>"Why certainly," said his papa, when he had finished. "Here it is,"

-taking the key from the end of his chain. "Don't lose it, Jimmieboy."</p>

-

-<p>"No, I'll not lose it. I've got too much use for it to lose it," replied

-Jimmieboy, gleefully, and then, sliding down from his papa's lap, he ran

-headlong into the back hall to where the telephone stood, inserted the

-key in the key-hole of the little door over the receiver and turned it.

-The door flew open, and before him stood the Imp.</p>

-

-<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 316px;">

-<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="316" height="400" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">BEFORE HIM STOOD THE IMP.</span>

-</div>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT" id="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT"></a>

-<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="700" height="141" alt="INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT" />

-</div>

-

-<p>Two weeks ago, in commenting upon the Spirit displayed by a certain

-class of scholastic athletes&mdash;they cannot properly be called

-sportsmen&mdash;I remarked that should ribbons be offered as prizes at future

-interscholastic track-athletic games, I feared five-eighths of those who

-enter under existing conditions would take no further interest in the

-sports. I feared at the time this might be a slight exaggeration, and I

-hope it is: but that my assumption was well grounded there is no doubt.

-I heard of one young man, who proudly canters about the cinder track in

-the spring-time, and claims to be a sportsman, who upon reading the

-paragraph in question exclaimed: "Ribbons? Well, I guess not. You can

-bet that if they had ribbons for prizes, <i>I</i> would be one of the

-five-eighths that would drop out!"</p>

-

-<p>If the awarding of ribbons as prizes could purge the ranks of school

-athletics of such cup-hunting, medal-seeking mercenaries as that young

-man frankly admits he is, I devoutly hope and pray the expedient may be

-adopted. In chemistry there is a way of testing fluids for impurities by

-applying certain acids. If some good genie would only come up out of the

-earth and apply the ribbon test to interscholastic sport as conducted in

-New York city, I can assure him he would get a response that would

-startle him. But I don't suppose there is any use of advocating the

-ribbon scheme. I know, as well as the next man, that it would be

-impracticable. The custom of awarding prizes of value has become too

-general for us to be able to do away with it, even in behalf of such a

-holy cause as the purification of sport. Such a step, too, would injure

-the clean as well as the unclean, and although there is no doubt the

-former would be quite willing to suffer temporarily for the sake of

-redeeming or of getting rid of the latter, the suggestion is too

-radical, I am well aware, to be put into execution. We shall have to

-look for some other method of routing these Tammanyites of

-interscholastic sport.</p>

-

-<p>A great many of these mercenary medal-hunters, like the young man I have

-quoted, will probably sneer at what I am now saying, and will perhaps

-consider me a crank. But a few years from now, if they still remain in

-the field of athletics (if they have not been chased out of it by

-ribbons or some other purifying element), they will see that I am right,

-and that this Department is none too severe in its arraignment of this

-class of sports. For they are "sports." They are not "sportsmen." There

-is a big difference between a "sport" and a "sportsman." A true

-"sportsman" is always a gentleman by instinct, if not by birth and

-education, and he engages in sport for sport's sake only. He does by

-others as he would be done by. A "sport" enters contests for mercenary

-motives, and as a rule prefers to do others.</p>

-

-<p>Young men who are just entering athletics, who are going into contests

-with other amateurs, and hope to continue to engage in sports through

-their school days and college days, and even after that time during

-hours not devoted to the serious work of life, cannot too soon become

-convinced of the fact and imbued with the idea that true sportsmanship

-lies in playing for the sake of the game, and not for the sake of the

-victory or for the prize that victory may bring. "Sport for sport's

-sake" should be the motto of every scholastic athletic association in

-the country, and of every boy who takes part in any game&mdash;from marbles

-up.</p>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">

-<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="500" height="410" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">Argensinger, m'g'r.<br />

-Edwards, r. g. Kafer, f.-b.<br />

-Righter, l. e. Noble, sub. Powell, q.-b. Dibble, l. h.-b. and Capt. Arrott, sub. Emerson, r. t.<br />

-Cadwalader, l. t. Richards, l. g. Davis r. h.-b Eddy, r. e. Simons, c.<br /><br />

-THE LAWRENCEVILLE FOOTBALL TEAM.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>In all justice, however, to these young men whom I am addressing as they

-probably never have been addressed before, let me say that their

-"sporting" spirit (and I use this word here in the sense of a bad

-mercenary spirit in matters of sport) is largely due to the attitude

-adopted by some of the principals of the New York schools. I do not

-hesitate a moment to put a large part of the blame on these principals,

-because they deserve it, and are directly responsible for a great deal

-of the unsportsmanlike conduct of the boys who attend their schools. If

-they chose, they could easily prevent a great deal of the evil that is

-done to the true spirit of sportsmanship. But they do not look at it in

-that way. Their idea is to encourage sport for the sake of the medals to

-be won, and they look upon a championship as one of the best of

-advertisements for their school. Medals, medals, and more medals; and

-let sport take care of itself! There was a rumor last spring that one of

-the New York principals made one of his pupils sign an agreement to the

-effect that he would only enter in certain events at the interscholastic

-games. The young man was after medals, and wanted to grab for several;

-but the older "sport" was wiser, and he knew there was a better chance

-for gold or silver disks if the energy was concentrated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> on certain

-ones. All this may be idle talk and without the slightest foundation. I

-hope it is; but it was a good healthy rumor, at any rate, last spring.</p>

-

-<p>The managers of the New York Football Association are having

-considerable difficulty in securing the services of college graduates to

-act as umpires and referees at interscholastic championship games. It is

-easy to see that this might very well be a hard task, for the games are

-played at Williamsbridge, and it means a whole afternoon devoted to the

-purpose for a college graduate&mdash;in all probability in business&mdash;to

-accept an invitation to act as an official on these occasions.

-Nevertheless, in this great city of New York there ought to be a

-sufficient number of graduates of the local schools, likewise graduates

-of colleges, familiar enough with the game to be efficient, and willing

-to devote at least one or two afternoons of the season to the good work

-of advancing the interests of football in the schools.</p>

-

-<p>It is not right to expect the players to do everything. They deserve

-some encouragement from their elders; and it certainly is discouraging

-for two teams to appear on the field, and find that there are no

-officials to conduct the play. It is not advisable to have officers of

-the N.Y.I.S.F.B.A., or other students or tutors of the schools, act as

-officials, because disputes are more liable to occur under these

-circumstances. And yet if there is no one else at hand or available, it

-is better to take such men for officials than to call the game off. But

-I believe that by using forethought and energy enough college men can be

-found to act as umpires and referees for the remaining games this

-season. Students of the schools are perfectly competent to serve as

-linesmen.</p>

-

-<p>An example of the undesirability of student officials was the recent

-game between Cheshire and the Hopkins Grammar School. The reports of

-that contest as given by the newspapers are something appalling to

-contemplate. If we could believe them we should almost feel like giving

-up our faith in the sportsmanship of that region. Aside from other

-misdeeds, which have nothing to do with sport, credited to them, the

-Hopkins Grammar lads are accused of having played one or more Yale

-medical students on their team. On the other hand, the New Haven players

-accuse their opponents of playing several teachers. (If this be true I

-commend last week's Interscholastic Sport columns to the Cheshire

-scholars.) But whatever the rights and the wrongs of the case may be, it

-is a disgraceful state of affairs, and one that we can well afford to

-pass over in silence as far as the details are concerned.</p>

-

-<p>The point I was leading up to is that the disabled Captain of the

-Hopkins team is reported to have acted as umpire, his place on the field

-being taken by a player named Jewett. The report of the game as printed

-in a New Haven paper goes on to say: "Neither side scored until just

-before the whistle was blown for the end of the first half, when Acting

-Captain Jewett of Hopkins secured the ball and rushed over the line.

-Cheshire claimed time was up, and, according to their version, they were

-supported by the Hopkins Captain as umpire. Acting Captain Jewett,

-however, decided to quit, and the game stopped. Then followed trouble."

-There it is in a nutshell. Jewett decided to quit, because he was not

-satisfied with the umpire's decision. And the umpire was the actual

-Captain of the team which Jewett had charge of and which proved a

-"quitter." If there is anything a sportsman justly despises it is a

-"quitter."</p>

-

-<p>But the Hopkins Grammar players are not the only ones subject to the

-edifying affection commonly called sulks. Last week the French-American

-College and the High-School teams of Springfield, Massachusetts, met in

-a "friendly contest." They were going to play for "sport," of course.

-(Sport for sport's sake, you remember.) Well, it seems that two

-instructors, Mr. Turner and Mr. McGregor, officiated as referee and

-umpire. There was an off-side play, and both officials so agreed and

-decided. Then the College team refused to play any further, and became

-quitters. What I cannot understand in all this is why any team of

-presumably sensible young men, after having agreed to abide by the

-decisions of gentlemen in whom at the time they must have had

-confidence, should refuse to abide by a decision as soon as one is made

-against them. I have said so many times in the few lines that I have

-written this week that this or that was unsportsmanlike, that I think we

-had better drop this painful subject now and turn to something more

-cheerful.</p>

-

-<p>It would seem from the score of the recent game between Hartford High

-and Hillhouse High, that the former had had a hard time of it. In

-reality, the victory was an easy one. Hartford caught the ball at the

-kick-off, and by a series of carefully planned plays forced it down the

-field and over Hillhouse's line for a touch-down. These were the only

-points scored, although the ball was in Hillhouse's territory during

-most of the game. Play was carried on in a pouring rain, which made runs

-around the end almost impossible. Most of the gains on both sides were

-obtained by sending the runners between guard and centre or guard and

-tackle. New Haven's team was as good as could be gotten out of the

-school, but it was considerably inferior in ability and weight to

-Hartford's. Smith and Erickson were weak at the end positions, but not

-much worse than their opponents; but the tackles, Collet and Russell,

-were strong.</p>

-

-<p>The Hartford centre was superior to that of the New Haven team, and had

-little trouble in making holes for the backs to plunge through. McQuade

-at full-back did fully as well as Hartford's man Luce, who is looked

-upon as the crack player in his position in the league, and he was

-responsible for a number of the advances made by his side. On the whole,

-the weather conditions were such as to make a just criticism of the work

-of either team impossible, because no doubt most of the fumbling and

-poor tackling was due to the slippery condition of things in general.

-There was a good deal of ragged playing, however, that cannot be excused

-even on the ground of rain and mud, and Hillhouse especially needs to

-brace up and give attention to interference, and to the breaking up of

-interference.</p>

-

-<p>Hartford put up a good game a few days later against the Yale Freshmen,

-who defeated the school team 20 to 0. There was no scoring done in the

-first half except a safety by Hartford. In the second the Yale men sent

-eight fresh players into the field, and from then on Hartford had little

-show of winning. I think if the same teams had played from start to

-finish, there would have been a different story to tell at the end of

-the game.</p>

-

-<p>Parental interference in boys' sports is always to be regretted,

-especially if the sport is being carried on under rules and conditions

-which experience has shown to be good ones, and under the supervision of

-older persons, who are, as trainers and coaches, just as anxious for the

-young player's health and condition as the most nervous mother could be.

-If a boy is sent to a private school it is fair to presume that his

-parents have confidence in the judgment and integrity of the principal

-and instructors, regardless of their intellectual and scholarly

-attainments or of their pedagogical talents. Therefore, if these

-professors, in whom the parents have expressed their confidence by

-confiding their sons to their care, approve of athletic sports in

-general, and of football at this season in particular, the parents,

-being less able to judge of the merits of the question, should allow

-their boys to take part in these sports until they have good reason to

-discredit the instructor's judgment. Parents, as I have frequently said

-before, are too often influenced by exaggerated reports of football

-accidents occurring to untrained players taking part in unscientific

-contests.</p>

-

-<p>There is no danger to a healthy boy who plays football under the

-supervision of a competent coach. For this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> reason it is my opinion&mdash;and

-I am sure the opinion of all lovers of football&mdash;that the parents of the

-Barnard School boys who forbade their sons to take part in the game,

-have made a mistake which they will doubtless recognize when they become

-more familiar with the sport. The action of these parents has resulted

-in the disbanding of the first team at Barnard. This eleven had already

-won several victories, and the players were looking forward to earning a

-creditable position in the league, but now all this has been given up.</p>

-

-<p>But the true spirit of sportsmanship has not by any means been

-extinguished in the school. The players with the objecting parents have

-retired, and the first team has fallen to pieces, but the fragments have

-been collected by an energetic captain, and new men have been found who

-practise on the gridiron daily; not with the view of getting into shape

-for this season, but to train players for next year. This is true

-sportsmanship. These boys are going into sport for sport's sake, and

-should be encouraged. They are of the stuff that winning teams are made

-of.</p>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">W.&nbsp;L. Dubois</span>, Urbana, Ohio.&mdash;You might lighten your racket by

-scraping it with glass or sand-paper, or by hollowing out the

-handle. Don't soak it. You will find it more satisfactory in the

-end to buy another, or to trade your own off for a lighter one.</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">K.&nbsp;M. Towner</span>, Asbury Park, New Jersey.&mdash;A correct diagram of

-<i>Defender</i> is not to be had. Some of the yachting papers published

-approximately correct diagrams at the time of the recent races.

-There will be an article on the construction of model yachts in

-the volume of <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span>, which begins with this issue.</p></blockquote>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">The Graduate</span>.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"><a name="THE_CAMERA_CLUB" id="THE_CAMERA_CLUB"></a>

-<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="450" height="151" alt="THE CAMERA CLUB" />

-</div>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p>Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly

-answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to

-hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.</p></blockquote>

-

-<h3>OUR PRIZE OFFER.</h3>

-

-<p>Our prize offer has brought many queries in regard to the rules of the

-competition, the printing, mounting, and marking of the pictures, the

-style of picture required, etc. Though the rules and requirements were

-made as plain and concise as possible, we are quite willing to go more

-into detail and to answer any question which will aid our Camera Club to

-make this competition the best we have yet conducted.</p>

-

-<p>The competition "open to all amateurs" seems to call forth the most

-queries. "Can any one under eighteen take part in it?" "Can an amateur

-under eighteen send pictures to both contests?" "Must an adult amateur

-be a member of the Order?" "May an amateur under eighteen who wishes to

-take part in both competitions send the same picture to each?" are some

-of the questions asked.</p>

-

-<p>The prize offer "open to all amateurs" is, as stated in the circular,

-open to all amateurs who desire to take part in it, <i>without regard to

-age limit</i>. This, of course, admits any member of the club under

-eighteen, and any member under eighteen may take part in both

-competitions. Any adult amateur who wishes to enter the competition may

-become a "Patron" of the Order by simply sending name and address on a

-postal to <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span>. While there is no condition which would

-prevent an amateur sending the same picture to both competitions, it is

-expected that he or she will not do so, as it would be hardly fair to

-allow a picture to win a prize in both competitions, provided it was the

-best of its class, for both are, of course, under the same rules, and

-have the same classes.</p>

-

-<p>One correspondent wishes to know if he may send bromide prints.

-Referring to Rule V, he will see that any printing process may be used,

-with the exception of the blue-print. This is no reflection on the

-blue-print process, which is sometimes preferable for some pictures; but

-blue prints are usually excluded from photographic competitions, as it

-is harder to judge the real merits of a picture from a blue print, and

-they do not reproduce as well as those in black and white.</p>

-

-<p>The date for receiving marine pictures has already closed, but landscape

-pictures will be received until November 18th. It is not too late in the

-season to make landscape pictures, and photographs taken when the trees

-are partly stripped of leaves are sometimes finer than those taken when

-the foliage is in its prime. "Wood interiors" can only be made either in

-the autumn or early spring.</p>

-

-<p>In making landscape do not try to include too much in the picture.

-Landscape artists seldom make a picture which includes extended view.

-They select some picturesque spot, with a clump of bushes and bit of

-stream, perhaps, and make a picture which is a thing of beauty, which

-could not be done if they climbed some lofty hill, and made a picture of

-the wide stretch of landscape before them. A picture answering this

-latter description is entirely out of proportion to the small 4&nbsp;x&nbsp;5

-plate into which it is compressed, and can only be used with

-success in a lantern-slide.</p>

-

-<p>Take special pains with the finishing and mounting of the pictures. Do

-not use a 4&nbsp;x&nbsp;5 card-mount for a 4&nbsp;x&nbsp;5 picture.

-Use at least a card 6&nbsp;x&nbsp;8 in size. See recent numbers for

-hints on mounting pictures.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h3>Highest of all in Leavening Strength.&mdash;Latest U.&nbsp;S. Gov't Report.</h3>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">

-<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="600" height="168" alt="Royal Baking Powder" />

-</div>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>Arnold</h2>

-

-<h2>Constable &amp; Co</h2>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h3>Lyons Silks.</h3>

-

-<p class="center"><i>Plaid Silks, "Pim's" Plaid Irish Poplins, Satin and Velvet Stripes,

-Chené Taffetas, Glacé &amp; Caméléon Taffetas.</i></p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h3>Rich Brocades.</h3>

-

-<p class="center"><i>Faille, Peau de Soie, Satin de Lyon.</i></p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p class="center"><i>Novelties for</i></p>

-

-<h3>Bridesmaids' Dresses.</h3>

-

-<p class="center"><i>Grenadines, Gazes, and Crêpes.</i></p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h3>Lyons Velvets</h3>

-

-<p class="center"><i>for Cloaks, Capes, and Dresses.</i></p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>Broadway &amp; 19th st.</h4>

-

-<h4>NEW YORK.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h4>GRATEFUL&mdash;COMFORTING.</h4>

-

-<h2>EPPS'S COCOA.</h2>

-

-<h4>BREAKFAST&mdash;SUPPER.</h4>

-

-<p>"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations

-of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the fine

-properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided for our

-breakfast and supper a delicately flavored beverage which may save us

-many heavy doctors' bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles

-of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong

-enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies

-are floating around us ready to attack wherever there is a weak point.

-We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified

-with pure blood and a properly nourished frame."&mdash;<i>Civil Service

-Gazette</i>.</p>

-

-<p>Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only in half-pound tins, by

-Grocers, labelled thus:</p>

-

-<h4>JAMES EPPS &amp; CO., Ltd.,</h4>

-

-<h4>Hom&oelig;opathic Chemists, London, England.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT</h2>

-

-<p class="center">of the award on</p>

-

-<p class="center"><b>GILLOTT'S PENS</b> at the <span class="smcap">Chicago Exposition</span>.</p>

-

-<p>AWARD: "For excellence of steel used in their manufacture, it being fine

-grained and elastic; superior workmanship, especially shown by the

-careful grinding which leaves the pens free from defects. The tempering

-is excellent and the action of the finished pens perfect."</p>

-

-<div class="center">

-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">

-<tr><td align="left">(Signed)</td><td align="left">FRANZ VOGT,</td><td align="left"><i>Individual Judge</i>.</td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left">Approved:</td><td align="left">{H.&nbsp;I. KIMBALL,</td><td align="left"><i>Pres't Departmental Committee</i>.</td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">{JOHN BOYD THACHER,</td><td align="left"><i>Chairman Exec. Com. on Awards</i>.</td></tr>

-</table></div>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>FREE</h2>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">

-<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="300" height="33" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<p>As a sample of our 1000 BARGAINS we will send FREE this elegant Fountain

-Pen, warranted a perfect writer, and immense Illus. Bargain Catalogue,

-for 10c to cover postage, etc.</p>

-

-<h4>R.&nbsp;H. INGERSOLL &amp; BRO., 65 CORTLANDT ST., N.&nbsp;Y. CITY.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">

-<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="300" height="46" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"><a name="BICYCLING" id="BICYCLING"></a>

-<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="300" height="70" alt="BICYCLING" />

-</div>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p>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.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;W., the

-Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership

-blanks and information so far as possible.</p></blockquote>

-

-<div class="figleft" style="width: 195px;">

-<img src="images/ill_021.jpg" width="195" height="700" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">Copyright, 1895, by Harper &amp; Brothers.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>Perhaps the most interesting trip out of Boston, except the one through

-the historic towns of Concord and Lexington, is out along the

-Massachusetts coast to Cape Ann and return. The first part of the run is

-not as interesting as it might be, but after passing Lynn, ten or twelve

-miles out from the city, you reach a good road and pleasant scenery,

-which keep up all the way to the Cape. Perhaps the best plan is to ride

-to Gloucester, have dinner there, then take the ride around the Cape

-back to Gloucester, and come back to Boston by train, or stay overnight

-at Gloucester, and ride home next day. The trip in detail is as follows:</p>

-

-<p>Leave Boston by Chelsea Ferry to Winnisimmet Street and Chelsea by

-Broadway, direct road to Lynn, level and good riding (or as a choice

-route to Lynn run out through Nahant). At Common Street bear to right by

-Lynn Common, then turn to the left at City Hall, taking Essex Street,

-which follow through Upper Swampscott, and bear to left on entering

-South Salem, thus following Lafayette Street, which takes you across

-bridge into Salem. (Good road, with pavement in Salem.) Take Central

-Street, and turn to right to Essex House. Points of interest: Gallows

-Hill at head of Hanson Street, where witches were executed. At corner of

-Essex and North Streets, oldest house in Salem, erected by Roger

-Williams; 27 Union Street, birthplace of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Foot of

-Turner Street is the house of the seven gables. Leaving Salem, Essex

-House, take Church Street, and turn to right in Brown Street to

-Washington Square. Then turn to left to Winter Street, and turn to right

-into Bridge Street, which crosses Beverly Harbor to Beverly. Small hills

-follow, but good gravel road. Take Rantoul Street, and turn to right at

-Bow Street, riding as far as Soldiers' Monument, then bear to the right

-onto Hale Street to Prides Crossing. Keep on Hale Street direct to

-Beverly Farms; fine road along the shore. The road twists and turns, but

-keep bearing to right, and it will bring one through West Manchester to

-Manchester. From hotel on Central Street turn to right at Union Street,

-turn to right onto Washington Street, and turn to left at Summer Street.

-After a run of three miles, turn to right and follow telegraph poles

-into Magnolia. Points of interest: Norman's Woe and Rufe's Chasm. Take

-road through Magnolia Woods, an exceptionally pretty ride, up grade, and

-coasts, winding road. Mason House, Gloucester, is wheelmen's resort.

-Distance to Gloucester, forty miles.</p>

-

-<p>From here there is a fine fifteen-mile circuit ride around Cape Ann

-<i>viá</i> Washington Street, through Riverdale to Annisquam, thence by

-direct road past Bay View, and through Lanesville to Ocean View. Here

-turn to right, and return by Granite Street, through Pigeon Cove, along

-shore to Rockport. Turn to left at Broadway, and to right at Main

-Street, and over Great Hill. The road in sight of ocean about all the

-way around Cape. The way is hilly, with fair surface most of the

-distance. By leaving Boston early in the <span class="smcap">a.m</span>., the trip to Gloucester

-and around the Cape&mdash;a distance of about fifty-five miles&mdash;can be done

-in season to take the steamer at 2 <span class="smcap">p.m</span>., and enjoy a fine refreshing

-sail to Boston; single fare fifty cents. The return trip awheel cannot

-be varied much without considerably increasing the distance. The

-landing-place of the Bennett-Mackay cable is near the route around the

-Cape, and worth a visit. Side trip to it can be taken by way of Main

-Street and Mount Pleasant Avenue and over the hill to Turk's Head Inn.

-One gets on the ride a fine view of Thatcher's Island, Twin

-Light-houses, and Long Beach.</p>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.&mdash;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. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in No.

-820. Trenton to Philadelphia in No. 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.

-Philadelphia-Wissahickon Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West

-Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City&mdash;First Stage in

-No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland&mdash;First

-Stage in No. 827. Second Stage in No. 828. New York to

-Boston&mdash;Second Stage in No. 829; Third Stage in No. 830; Fourth

-Stage in No. 831; Fifth Stage in No. 832; Sixth Stage in No. 833.

-Boston to Concord in No. 834. Boston in No. 835.</p></blockquote>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>

-

-<h2><a name="DEGREES_OF_BOILING" id="DEGREES_OF_BOILING">DEGREES OF BOILING.</a></h2>

-

-<p>To make candy intelligently it is necessary to know how to boil sugar.

-There are seven essential degrees to be understood in boiling. The first

-degree, called the small thread, is recognized when the syrup will spin

-a fine thread as it drops from a fork or spoon. The second degree, the

-pearl, is when the sugar is oily in consistency, and spins a long thread

-when tested.</p>

-

-<p>Dip a skimmer into the syrup, and then blow upon it. If the bubbles come

-through the skimmer on the under side it has reached the degree&mdash;the

-blow. If, on throwing the syrup with a jerk, while still on the skimmer,

-from you, the sugar separates into fine strings, it is the feather

-degree. The next degree is the soft ball, which you have seen many times

-in making fondant candies.</p>

-

-<p>The crack degree comes quickly after this, and is when the syrup forms a

-clear, brittle candy that will not stick to the teeth. The seventh

-degree is the caramel, which quickly follows the crack degree. Take the

-saucepan hastily from the fire and dip the bottom in a pail of cold

-water, or it will become dark brown in color, and entirely useless.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>LAUGHING BABIES</h2>

-

-<p>are loved by everybody. Those raised on the Gail Borden Eagle Brand

-Condensed Milk are comparatively free from sickness. <i>Infant Health</i> is

-a valuable pamphlet for mothers. Send your address for a copy to New

-York Condensed Milk Co., N.&nbsp;Y.&mdash;[<i>Adv.</i>]</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>Columbia</h2>

-

-<h2>Bicycles</h2>

-

-<h4>fill their riders' hearts with unalloyed content.</h4>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 184px;">

-<img src="images/ill_022.jpg" width="184" height="300" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<p>If you would know all the joys of cycling, now is the time. Cool,

-bracing air; hard, smooth, dustless roads, and Columbias ready for

-instant delivery.</p>

-

-<h4>POPE MFG. CO.,</h4>

-

-<h4>GENERAL OFFICES AND FACTORIES</h4>

-

-<h4>HARTFORD, CONN.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>Timely Warning.</h2>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 161px;">

-<img src="images/ill_023.jpg" width="161" height="300" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<p>The great success of the chocolate preparations of the house of <b>Walter

-Baker &amp; Co.</b> (established in 1780) has led to the placing on the market

-many misleading and unscrupulous imitations of their name, labels, and

-wrappers. Walter Baker &amp; Co. are the oldest and largest manufacturers of

-pure and high-grade Cocoas and Chocolates on this continent. No

-chemicals are used in their manufactures.</p>

-

-<p>Consumers should ask for, and be sure that they get, the genuine Walter

-Baker &amp; Co.'s goods.</p>

-

-<h4>WALTER BAKER &amp; CO., Limited,</h4>

-

-<h4>DORCHESTER, MASS.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>The</h2>

-

-<h2>Parker</h2>

-

-<h2>Games</h2>

-

-<h3>They are Played in a Million Homes.</h3>

-

-<h4>HIGHEST AWARD, WORLD'S FAIR, 1898.</h4>

-

-<h3>"Waterloo"</h3>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">

-<img src="images/ill_024.jpg" width="200" height="160" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<p class="center">The popular new battle game for young or old. Novel, exciting!</p>

-

-<p class="center">$1.25.</p>

-

-<p>Illustrated Catalogue describing "<span class="smcap">Innocence Abroad</span>," "<span class="smcap">Chivalry</span>,"

-"<span class="smcap">Waterloo</span>," "<span class="smcap">Penny Post</span>," "<span class="smcap">Authors</span>," "<span class="smcap">Napoleon</span>," and 100 other Games on

-receipt of 2c. stamp.</p>

-

-<h4>"Wonderland," "Uncle Sam's Farm,"</h4>

-

-<p>pretty and simple card games in colors, for little people, by mail, 35

-cents each. Sold everywhere. <i>All Genuine</i> bear the imprint:</p>

-

-<h4>PARKER BROTHERS,</h4>

-

-<h4>Salem, Mass., U.&nbsp;S.&nbsp;A.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<h3>Highest Award</h3>

-

-<h3>WORLD'S FAIR.</h3>

-

-<h2>SKATES</h2>

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">

-<img src="images/ill_025.jpg" width="200" height="171" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<h3>CATALOGUE FREE.</h3>

-

-<h4>BARNEY &amp; BERRY, Springfield, Mass.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>PLAYS</h2>

-

-<p class="center">Dialogues, Speakers, for School, Club and Parlor. Catalogue free.</p>

-

-<h4><b>T.&nbsp;S. Denison</b>, Publisher, Chicago, Ill.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2><b>BAKER</b> sells recitations and <b>PLAYS</b></h2>

-

-<p class="center">23 Winter St., Boston</p>

-

-<h4>CATALOGUES FREE.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>"Rugby"</h2>

-

-<p class="center">with us is not football, but</p>

-

-<h2>Watches.</h2>

-

-<p>It is the name of our new boy's watch movement, which, when cased, is

-just the size of a Silver Dollar. Elegant design in nickel, sterling

-silver, or gold.</p>

-

-<h3>All Warranted.</h3>

-

-<p class="center">The <b>"Rugby" Catalogue</b> shows the design, and tells you all about them.</p>

-

-<h4>The Waterbury Watch Co.,</h4>

-

-<h4>Waterbury, Conn.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>Postage Stamps, &amp;c.</h2>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 93px;">

-<img src="images/ill_026.jpg" width="93" height="100" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<h3>STAMPS!</h3>

-

-<p><b>800</b> fine mixed Victoria. Cape of G.&nbsp;H., India, Japan, etc., with fine

-Stamp Album, only <b>10c.</b> New 80-p. Price-list <b>free</b>. <i>Agents wanted</i> at <b>50%</b>

-commission. STANDARD STAMP CO., Nicholson Place, St. Louis, Mo. Old U.&nbsp;S.

-and Confederate Stamps bought.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">

-<img src="images/ill_027.jpg" width="100" height="77" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<p>100 all dif. Venezuela, Bolivia, etc., only 10c.; 200 all dif. Hayti,

-Hawaii, etc., only 50c. Ag'ts w't'd at 50% com. List FREE! <b>C.&nbsp;A.

-Stegmann</b>, 5941 Cote Brilliante Ave., St. Louis, Mo.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<p class="center">CHOICE stamps sent at <b>50% com.</b> Give ref. <b>1000 Hinges</b>, 6c. GUNDER STAMP

-CO., Brooklyn, N.Y.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>FREE.</h2>

-

-<p>Comic return envelopes. Sleight of Hand exposed. List of 500 gifts.

-Album of cards. Send 2c stamp for postage. Address Banner Card Co.,

-Cadiz, Ohio.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">

-<img src="images/ill_028.jpg" width="300" height="46" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>HARPER'S PERIODICALS.</h2>

-

-<h4>Per Year:</h4>

-

-<div class="center">

-<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="">

-<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S MAGAZINE</td><td align="center"><i>Postage Free</i>,</td><td align="right">$4.00</td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S WEEKLY</td><td align="center">"</td><td align="right">4.00</td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S BAZAR</td><td align="center">"</td><td align="right">4.00</td></tr>

-<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S ROUND TABLE</td><td align="center">"</td><td align="right">2.00</td></tr>

-</table></div>

-

-<p><i>Booksellers and Postmasters usually receive subscriptions.

-Subscriptions sent direct to the publishers should be accompanied by

-Post-office Money Order or Draft.</i></p>

-

-<h4>HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York, N.Y.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>

-

-<h4>Programmes for Chapter Evenings.</h4>

-

-<p>The Washington Chapter, of Racine, Wis., one of the oldest in the Order,

-meets regularly save during the summer months, and the interest does not

-flag. Sir Frank H. Marlott, in telling us about the Chapter, remarks

-that he, and he thinks others, would like to know how Chapters elsewhere

-keep up interest; what they do, and how they do it. We agree with Sir

-Frank, and hence will be glad to receive morsels from Chapter officers

-giving us this information.</p>

-

-<p>One Chapter sends us its record unsolicited. It is the Tennyson, of

-Piqua, Ohio. It was organized two years ago, and has held meetings

-regularly ever since. These meetings occur every two weeks, and take

-place at the homes of the members. The member at whose home the meeting

-is furnishes light refreshments, restricted, we believe, to two

-articles, as coffee and sandwiches, or lemonade and cake. The Chapter is

-composed of Knights only. As most of its members study English history

-at school, that subject was taken up. Programmes are prepared for the

-entire year. Here is the one for the present year:</p>

-

-<p><i>September 24th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Tennyson; The English Restoration and

-Revolution. <span class="smcap">Earl R. North</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>October 8th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Lowell; The Great Inventions and

-Industries of the Age of Queen Anne. <span class="smcap">Lane L. Angle</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>October 22d.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Scott; The Age of Queen Anne, 1702-1714.

-<span class="smcap">Roe L. Johnson</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>November 5th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Longfellow; Literature of Queen Anne's

-Reign. <span class="smcap">Fred McKinney</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>November 19th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Goldsmith; England under George I. and

-George II., 1714-1760. <span class="smcap">William S. Ramsey</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>December 3d.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Emerson; England under George III. and

-George IV. <span class="smcap">Allen G. Rundle</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>December 17th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Browning; The Iron Duke. <span class="smcap">Albert B.

-Schroeder</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>December 31st.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Shakespeare; Five-minute Readings from

-Eighteenth-century Literature. <span class="smcap">The Chapter</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>January 14th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Hawthorne; The Ministers and Wars of

-the Georges. <span class="smcap">Charles Stilwell</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>January 28th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Dickens; Queen Victoria and her Family.

-<span class="smcap">Wilber S. Lenox</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>February 11th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Holland; Readings from Carlyle on

-Chartism and Corn Law. <span class="smcap">John Wilkinson</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>February 25th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Burns; Readings from the Corn-Law

-Poet. <span class="smcap">Joseph F. Loewi</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>March 10th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Poe; The Ministers of Victoria. <span class="smcap">Augustus

-Clevenger</span>.</p>

-

-<p><i>March 24th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Holmes; Foreign Affairs of the Reign of

-Victoria. <span class="smcap">The Chapter</span>.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>Our Amateur Journalists Again.</h4>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p>I have been in the ranks of the amateur journalists about

-three years. I have made many friends and have gained a great

-deal of information. My press is a self-inker, and has a chase

-3-1/8&nbsp;x&nbsp;5-1/8. My whole outfit did not cost over twenty-five dollars.

-This may not seem much to one unacquainted with the circumstances, but,

-you see, in the first place my pocket-book was not in a very healthy

-condition, and my mother a widow, and I had to save up all the stray

-nickels and dimes in order to raise the amount.</p>

-

-<p>At first it was very difficult for me to set up the type without

-making pi, but I soon overcame that clumsiness. There are some

-editors who have plenty of money, and so they hire their paper

-printed by a professional, and then sneer at those who are less

-fortunate and call their papers "thumb-nails." According to my way

-of thinking, there is great credit in printing one's own paper,

-even if it is not so large and is not always free from errors. But

-taking it altogether, I am not sorry of my little venture, and

-hope that brother editors will have no worse experiences than I

-have had.</p></blockquote>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Wallace Gibbs</span>.</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Publisher <i>The Sunbeam</i>.</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Galva, Ill</span>.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<p><i>The Sunbeam</i> is a most creditable paper, particularly so when one

-learns, with surprise, as we did, that it is gotten up on a $25 outfit.

-Sir Wallace ought not to mention his errors in typesetting. One sees

-wrong letters even in great journals.</p>

-

-<p>Another really creditable paper is <i>The Scribbler</i>, edited by Robert E.

-James, Jun., 212 North Third Street, Easton, Pa. It is illustrated by

-Easton amateurs&mdash;and well illustrated too.</p>

-

-<p>Less pretentious, but very bright, is <i>The Knight-Errant</i>&mdash;an excellent

-name, by-the-way&mdash;edited by Bertram R. White, 616 Lexington Avenue, this

-city. Sir Bertram is one of the old stand-by knights of our Table, and

-deserves his success. We say success, because, no matter what the

-financial outcome may be, it is bound to succeed in teaching its editor

-a deal of valuable business experience.</p>

-

-<p>The following-named are interested in amateur papers; George W.

-Buchanan, Searcy, Ark.; Sam Wood, 14 South Washington Street,

-Wilkesbarre, Pa.; M.&nbsp;S. Newman, 722 East Ninth Street, New York; G.

-Ellery Crosby, Jun., 15 Beach Street, Hartford, Conn.; D. Arthur Bowman,

-4412 Delmar Avenue, St. Louis, Mo.; and Harold C. Day, Harrison, N.&nbsp;Y.

-They wish to subscribe for some amateur papers. The Arkansas Knight

-thinks of starting one, and the Missouri Knight wants to form a

-journalists' corresponding Chapter.</p>

-

-<p><i>The Albermarle</i> is published by George D. Galloway, Eau Claire, Wis.,

-another old-time Knight of the Table, who has felt the healthy stimulus

-of our Order, and is now getting out a good journal. He is willing to

-send samples upon request.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>The Inventor of Chess.</h4>

-

-<p>"Who invented chess?" asks a Knight who lives in Arkansas.</p>

-

-<p>An Arabian mathematician named Sessa, the son of Daher, is supposed to

-have invented the game of chess. According to Al-Sephadi, the reigning

-prince was so pleased with the invention that he promised Sessa any

-reward he might desire. The mathematician asked for a grain of wheat for

-the first square of the chess-board, two for the second, four for the

-third, and so on to the sixty-fourth square. The prince was rather angry

-at first, considering it a stain on his liberality to be asked for such

-a paltry present. He gradually cooled down, however, when his Grand

-Vizier reported a total of 9,223,372,036,854,775,808 grains, or

-31,274,997,412,295 bushels. If we suppose that one acre of land is

-capable of producing 30 bushels of wheat in one year, this enormous

-quantity would require 1,042,499,913,743 acres, or more than eight times

-the surface of the globe, at a cost of about $312,749,974,123.90.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>The Endless Gallery.</h4>

-

-<p>A novel little optical illusion is the "endless gallery," the delight of

-English children in the first part of this century. Here are the

-directions:</p>

-

-<p>Make a box 18 inches long, 12 wide, and 9 deep, and against each end

-place a plane mirror within 1/8 of an inch of the height of the box. Cut

-a small hole through one end, and likewise through the mirror resting

-against it. Mirrors should also be placed on the longer sides of the

-box. Cut grooves at various lengths across the box, and in these fit

-small colored figures, trees, statuary, etc., previously cut out from

-card-board, and bearing the same representation on either side. At each

-end place similar figures, leaving plenty of mirror space behind.</p>

-

-<p>The top of the box should be of ground-glass or oiled paper. Looking

-through the eye-hole, a vista of enormous length and breadth is seen,

-seemingly endless.</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Vincent V.&nbsp;M. Beede</span>.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>A Typical New England Community.</h4>

-

-<p>Wilton is a pretty little village in Hillsborough County, New Hampshire.

-It is beautifully situated, being surrounded by hills. From one, called

-Pollard's Hill, it is said that you can see Boston Harbor on a clear

-day, a distance by rail of fifty-five miles. East Wilton is the business

-part of the town. Here are the High-School, three churches, several

-stores, and a new depot. A new High-School house is near completion.</p>

-

-<p>Wilton Centre, which is two miles from East Wilton, used to be, in the

-days of the stage-coach, the principal part of the town. The old

-Town-house is still standing. Here is where the town meetings were held

-forty years ago. It is now called Citizens' Hall, and is still used for

-many purposes. West Wilton is three and a half miles from East Wilton.

-There are many lovely drives and other places of interest around Wilton.

-We also have electric lights.</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Walter B. Proctor</span>, R.T.F.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>A Curious Violet.</h4>

-

-<p>Not long ago I noticed in the Table an article on violets, in which the

-particular violet I know was not mentioned. It grows in great abundance

-about my house, and I call it curious, because it defies all traditions

-about the "sweet spring violet," by refusing to stop blossoming with the

-rest of its sisterhood, and shows its dainty head throughout the summer

-and autumn, till covered by our early October snows.</p>

-

-<p>The flower is fully as large as a small pansy, and pure white, save for

-a delicate purple tinge on the under side of the petals, and the usual

-yellow and red markings in the centre of the flower. These markings are

-sometimes varied by narrow purple lines. The flower itself springs from

-the base of the leaves, not from the root, as <i>blue</i> violets nearly

-always do. If any Knight or Lady can tell me where else this violet

-grows, it will oblige me.</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Michigan</span>.</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Sophie Rood St. Clair</span>.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>Questions and Answers.</h4>

-

-<p>G. Ellery Crosby, Jun., asks if imagination stories are wanted as Table

-morsels. We reply that they are not. The reason is that a limit must be

-set somewhere, and we have set it at the practical and useful. Sir

-Ellery lives in the city that, for its size, has more insurance

-companies than any other in the world. Possibly we need not qualify the

-comparison by "for its size." Who can tell what city it is, and can Sir

-Ellery tell us something of the insurance "industry" of his city? Sadie

-Chandler, Anderson, Tex., is fifteen years old, and is interested in

-poetry. Are you?</p>

-

-<p>Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., asks if a story in verse may be sent in

-competition for our prizes. No. John Pohland, Ahnapee, Wis., may apply

-to the Secretary of the Navy, Washington, for information about studies

-at Annapolis, and to his member of Congress to learn when there will be

-a vacancy there from his district. There are no cadets at Annapolis who

-are active members of our Order, but some sons and daughters of naval

-officers there have a vigorous Chapter. Sir John wants to hear from

-members in foreign countries.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p>In reply to several inquiries: The new badges are an exact reproduction

-of the rose in the centre of what is said to be the original round table

-of King Arthur and his knights. You can see a picture of the top of this

-table on the back cover page of our Prospectuses. The badges are: in

-silver, 8 cents and 2 cents for postage; in gold, 85 cents, no postage

-charged. Members are not required to buy badges. Those who purchase

-<span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span> weekly on news-stands should send a postal card or

-letter applying for our 1896 Prospectus. It is sent free, of course. We

-send it to all subscribers without application, and we would mail it to

-weekly purchasers did we know their names.</p>

-

-<p>Arthur J. Johnston, Box 136, Dartmouth, N.&nbsp;S., is the most active member

-of a stamp, correspondence, and social Chapter, and he wants

-corresponding members, especially those resident in Canada. Write him.

-"H.&nbsp;Mc." asks if Joseph Jefferson will send his autograph. Undoubtedly,

-if you ask him to do so, and enclose stamp. Address him care of the

-<i>Dramatic News</i>, this city. The president and secretary of the Episcopal

-Society Daughters of the King are Mrs. E.&nbsp;A. Bradley, 117 West

-Ninety-first Street, and Miss E.&nbsp;L. Ryerson, 520 East Eighty-seventh

-Street, both New York city.</p>

-

-<p>Lincoln W. Riddle, 33 Roanoke Avenue, Jamaica Plain, Mass., wants

-correspondents in Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Virginia who are

-interested in botany. Claude T. Reno, Allentown, Pa., wants to found or

-to belong to a corresponding Chapter. Write him. No street number

-necessary.</p>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="THE_PUDDING_STICK" id="THE_PUDDING_STICK"></a>

-<img src="images/ill_029.jpg" width="400" height="111" alt="THE PUDDING STICK" />

-</div>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p>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.</p></blockquote>

-

-<p>"I'm the eldest of five," says Amaranth, in a piteous little letter,

-"and I'm worn out with sisters forever tagging around. I never can go

-anywhere with the girls of my set but that Eleanor or Cecile has to go

-too, and mamma says, 'Amaranth, if you can't let your little sisters be

-of the company, you will have to stay at home.' I am worn out with

-sisters," Amaranth concludes.</p>

-

-<p>Well, Amaranth, you have a real grievance. Mamma herself would not like

-<i>always</i> in your place to have the responsibility of looking after two

-or three younger girls, who seem to you a little in the way, just a

-trifle <i>de trop</i>, and who insist on being where you and the older girls

-are. Yet look at it from mamma's point of view. She is a very busy

-woman, and she has the children with her many hours a day, while you are

-at school. You are glad to relieve her, and give her time to rest, when

-you come home in the afternoon. I am sure of this, for I know that you

-are a loving daughter and a great comfort, on the whole.</p>

-

-<p>I won't bring up the argument, which we've all heard so often that it

-has lost its force, "What would you do if your sister should die?" I

-think such an argument is very little to the purpose. We are not talking

-of lack of love, but of the inconvenience of having our own families, in

-the shape of small sisters, always in evidence.</p>

-

-<p>I think if I were you, dear Amaranth, I would try to get into another

-frame of mind. I would willingly, not rebelliously, as part of my day's

-work, take the charge of the younger children, and say pleasantly,

-"Come, dears, I'm going out with Jennie and Susie, and you may be part

-of the procession; but you mustn't tag, you must keep step." If you will

-feel differently about it, the other girls will, and <i>their</i> little

-sisters will be included, and before you know it everything will be

-harmonious and lovely, as harmony cannot help being.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p>Tell you where to sell poems and stories, dear Lilybell? I would, if I

-could, but, my child, I'm not in favor of your publishing your work

-until you are older. At thirteen one's work may be full of promise, but

-it is not generally worth payment in money. Write and read, and wait

-till you are a few years older, and then begin, if you still wish to do

-so, to send the stories and poems to the editors, always feeling sure

-that the best work will, one day, win for its author name and fame and

-silver and gold. Not much of the last, but not any of the others, unless

-it is the best work.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p>I advise you, Clementina, to strengthen your memory, by making it

-treasure things for you. Learn by heart, word for word, a few poems,

-perhaps a stanza or two at a time; a few fine passages from history, a

-good many chapters of the Bible. Do not be satisfied with half learning.

-By heart means that you know the thing so thoroughly that you cannot be

-tripped up anywhere in repeating it. I advise you also to fix in your

-mind, by constant repetition, some of the great battles of the world and

-their dates; great inventions and their dates; wonderful discoveries and

-their dates.</p>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Margaret E. Sangster</span>.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 228px;">

-<img src="images/ill_030.jpg" width="228" height="300" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<h4>Copyright, 1895, by The Procter &amp; Gamble Co., Cin'ti.</h4>

-

-<p>No housekeeper need have to apologize for her kitchen. A well enforced

-rule of order and Ivory Soap will make it an attractive and appetizing

-spot.</p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

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-

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-

-<div class="figright" style="width: 100px;">

-<img src="images/ill_032.jpg" width="100" height="83" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">G.A.R. 25c.</span>

-</div>

-

-<div class="figright" style="width: 100px;">

-<img src="images/ill_033.jpg" width="100" height="91" alt="" />

-<span class="caption">Brownies 10c.</span>

-</div>

-

-<p>For printing cards, marking linen, books, etc. Contains everything shown

-in cut. Type, Tweezers, Holder, Indelible Ink, Ink Pad, etc. Thoroughly

-practical for business or household use and a most instructive

-amusement. Sent with catalogue illustrating over 1000 Tricks and

-Novelties, for 10c. in stamps to pay postage and packing on outfit and

-catalogue. Same outfit with figures 15c. Large outfit for printing two

-lines 25c.</p>

-

-<p><b>Brownie Rubber Stamps</b>&mdash;A set of 5 grotesque little people with ink pad;

-price, postpaid, 10c.</p>

-

-<p>G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. series Rubber Stamps, 12 characters. Makes all kinds of

-Battles, Encampments and other military pictures, 25c. postpaid. Address</p>

-

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-

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-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h4>INTERNATIONAL EDITION.</h4>

-

-<h3>Le Grand's Manual for Stamp Collectors</h3>

-

-<h4>A Companion to the Stamp Album.</h4>

-

-<p class="center">Prepared for the American collector by Henri Pène du Bois, Esq.</p>

-

-<h4>How this Book Is Divided.</h4>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Part I</span>. treats of stamps in general and successively of all the details

-concerning their issue.</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Part II</span>. treats of the various sorts of stamps, postals, telegraphic,

-fiscal, or revenue.</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Part III</span>. treats of subjects relating to stamps not discussed in the two

-preceding divisions, obliterations, surcharges, proofs, reprints,

-counterfeits, etc., together with an article on the <i>Universal Postal

-Union</i> and another on the formation of an album.</p>

-

-<p class="center">Bound in cloth, extra, $1.00.</p>

-

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-

-<p class="center"><i>Your nearest bookdealer will get it for you.</i></p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h3>NEW PLAYS</h3>

-

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-

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-

-<h4>DE WITT, ROSE ST., N.&nbsp;Y.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">

-<img src="images/ill_034.jpg" width="300" height="46" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h3>CARDS</h3>

-

-<p>The FINEST SAMPLE BOOK of Gold Beveled Edge, Hidden Name, Silk Fringe,

-Envelope and Calling Cards ever offered for a 2 cent stamp. These are

-GENUINE CARDS, NOT TRASH.</p>

-

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-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<h2>PLAYS</h2>

-

-<p class="center">Dialogues, Speakers, Magic Tricks, Wigs, Mustaches, Music Goods.

-Catalogue <b>Free</b>.</p>

-

-<h4>G.&nbsp;H.&nbsp;W. Bates, Boston, Mass.</h4>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="STAMPS" id="STAMPS"></a>

-<img src="images/ill_035.jpg" width="400" height="137" alt="STAMPS" />

-</div>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p>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 as far as possible. Correspondents should address

-Editor Stamp Department.</p></blockquote>

-

-<p>Collectors are warned against so-called Cuban Republic stamps. They are

-fraudulent in every respect, even to the inscription which the makers

-supposed to be in the Spanish language.</p>

-

-<p>The Indian government is about to issue 2, 3, and 5 rupee stamps in two

-colors. They will bear Queen Victoria's portrait painted lately by

-Angeli.</p>

-

-<p>Some time ago I warned my readers that the $1 stamp would probably be

-withdrawn. Not only the $1, but the $2 and $5 have been withdrawn and

-the new printing is on water-marked paper. Some of these stamps are

-still to be found at some post-offices, and advanced philatelists are

-buying up all they can find on unwater-marked paper.</p>

-

-<p>The auction season is about to be opened by J.&nbsp;W. Scott, whose

-catalogues are now out for a sale late in October, at the rooms of the

-Philatelic Society, New York. Albrecht &amp; Co. have a sale at the same

-place October 29th and 30th.</p>

-

-<p>Beware of so-called Korean stamps. A firm in Washington is putting them

-on the market for credulous collectors. Stanley Gibbons catalogues and

-presumably sells a number of the Chinese locals which are not collected

-by wise philatelists.</p>

-

-<blockquote>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">W.&nbsp;T. Putnam</span>.&mdash;Dealers offer the 1828 half-cent at 10 cents.</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">M. Wister</span>.&mdash;The half-dollars can be bought of a dealer at 75c.

-each. The five-cent nickel without value does not command a

-premium. The Dresden stamp is a local. The complete Columbian set

-can be bought from $25 to $30.</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">M. Cram</span>.&mdash;The following are not collected by wise

-philatelists&mdash;All the China locals (except Shanghai); "San

-Antonio" of Portugal and Azores; 4c., 10c., 20c., 30c. and 40c.

-surcharges on North Borneo; British Mail of Madagascar; Brunei;

-Clipperton; Bussahir.</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">J.&nbsp;C. Weiland</span>.&mdash;The coins mentioned can be bought of dealers at a

-fair advance on face. I cannot give names of dealers. See

-advertising columns.</p></blockquote>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Philatus</span>.</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>

-

-<hr class="chap" />

-

-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 379px;">

-<img src="images/ill_036.jpg" width="379" height="400" alt="" />

-</div>

-

-<h2><a name="THE_FAIRYS_FLORAL_ZOO" id="THE_FAIRYS_FLORAL_ZOO">THE FAIRY'S FLORAL ZOO.</a></h2>

-

-<h3>BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.</h3>

-

-<p>

-<span style="margin-left: 15em;">There was a little fairy in the moon,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Came down to earth one lovely afternoon,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To wander</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And to ponder</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">On the mountains and the lakes,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">On the meadows and the brakes,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And to see what he could find</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To sort of occupy his mind.</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And as he wandered,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As he pondered,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">This little fairy heard a roar</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Like none he'd ever heard before;</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And there, on either side, right by the shore,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Two lilies stood:</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Great Tiger lilies thirsting for his blood!</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And did he run? Indeed not he!</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He simply stood likewise and smiled with glee,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And after much ado</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He captured them&mdash;the two!</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"I'll take 'em home," said he, "and put 'em in my Zoo."</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And with them soon.</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In fact that very afternoon,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Back to the moon</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He flew,</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And now he's rich, for all the moon-boys 'twixt us two</span><br />

-<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Just throng about the cages of that Fairy's Floral Zoo!</span><br />

-</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Fond Mother</span>. "And was my little boy smart at school to-day?"</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Little Boy</span> (<i>sadly</i>). "My teacher didn't say I was, mamma, but he took

-pains to make me smart later."</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Mother</span>. "I wonder if my little boy is so afraid of work that he does not

-study his lessons?"</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Little Boy</span>. "Me afraid of work! not much. Why, mamma, I can fall asleep

-alongside of it."</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Bobby</span>. "What's the matter with your brother, Jack?"</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Jack</span>. "I guess he smelt of ma's new bottle of ammonia, 'cause now he's

-got the pneumonia."</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p><span class="smcap">First Boy</span>. "I's smaller than you."</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Second Boy</span>. "No, you're not."</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Third Boy</span>. "What's the matter with you fellows; I's smaller than both of

-you put together."</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Howard</span>. "Papa, I think baby plays with a knife."</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Papa</span>. "I hope not, Howard."</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Howard</span>. "Well, when he was crying so this morning nurse said he was

-cutting his teeth."</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Teddy</span>. "Papa, that's what you call a fruit-knife for fruit, isn't it?"</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Papa</span>. "Yes, Teddy, that's right."</p>

-

-<p><span class="smcap">Teddy</span>. "Well, the gardener has what he calls a pruning-knife. Does he

-use that for prunes?"</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>ANECDOTE OF KIPLING.</h4>

-

-<p>A great many stories are told of famous authors, and it is probably not

-to be denied that a good half of them have no basis in truth. We have

-received, however, a story told of Mr. Rudyard Kipling which, whether it

-is true or not, is sufficiently amusing to be repeated; and as it comes

-from England, and is not the product of a Yankee brain, it may be told

-with perfect propriety, Mr. Kipling being one of her Majesty's subjects.</p>

-

-<p>It seems that a good many years ago Mr. Kipling had an affectionate

-aunt, who lived at Southsea, and at her house the future poet of "Tommy

-Atkins" was wont to sojourn. One very hot day the aunt observed: "Don't

-you think, Ruddy, that waistcoat is very warm? Go upstairs and put on a

-white one." Ruddy did as he was told, <i>but he put the white one over the

-other</i>.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>THE DIFFERENCE.</h4>

-

-<p>A locomotive engineer and a marine engineer were disputing over the

-relative danger of their occupations, each one claiming that his own

-condition was the less perilous.</p>

-

-<p>"Nonsense!" exclaimed the steamboat man. "If you are on your engine, and

-you go crash-bang into another train, why, there you are!"</p>

-

-<p>"Yes," answered the railroad man; "and if you are in your engine-room at

-sea, and the boiler bursts, where are you?"</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>TALL STRUCTURES.</h4>

-

-<p>The United States can boast of the tallest masonry structures in the

-world, although other countries have buildings and towers made of other

-materials that can outtop American attempts. The Washington Monument is

-550 feet high; the tower of the Philadelphia City Hall is 537 feet high,

-and the Manhattan Life-insurance Building is 437 feet high. One of their

-rivals abroad is a chimney at Port Dundas in Scotland, the tallest in

-the world, which is 454 feet high. There are only two masonry structures

-in Europe that surpass it&mdash;the Cologne Cathedral, 510 feet, and the

-Strasburg Cathedral, 468 feet. The Pyramid of Ghizeh is about 480 feet

-high. The highest thing put up by man is, of course, the Eiffel Tower on

-the Champ de Mars in Paris, but this will have to yield its supremacy to

-the Great Davey Tower now being built near London. When completed that

-will rise 1250 feet into the air. The highest artificial structure in

-America is a water tower at Eden Park, near Cincinnati, which reaches a

-total height of 589 feet.</p>

-

-<hr class="tb" />

-

-<h4>A DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION.</h4>

-

-<p>A guileless city man wandered through the country with his rod over his

-shoulder seeking out a promising place to toss a fly. He soon came to a

-pond, near the edge of which was a sign that said: "No fishing." The

-city man scratched his head as he gazed at these words, but finally sat

-down on the shore, and was surprised at the number of bites he got.

-Pretty soon the gamewarden came along and cried out:</p>

-

-<p>"Hey, there! Don't you see that sign?"</p>

-

-<p>"Of course I do," answered the city man.</p>

-

-<p>"Well," continued the warden, "don't you see it says, 'No fishing'?"</p>

-

-<p>"Yes; but it's away off. There's bully fishing here. Just look at all I

-have caught."</p>

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+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#FOR_KING_OR_COUNTRY">FOR KING OR COUNTRY.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BICYCLING_FOR_GIRLS">BICYCLING FOR GIRLS.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#WHAT_MARJORIE_COULD_DO">WHAT MARJORIE COULD DO.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#LAURIE_VANE_BRAKEMAN">LAURIE VANE, BRAKEMAN.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_NEW_USE_FOR_APES">A NEW USE FOR APES.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BOY_SOLDIER_IN_CAMP">THE BOY SOLDIER IN CAMP.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SOME_CLEVER_CHILDREN">SOME CLEVER CHILDREN.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_FAIR_EXPLANATION">A FAIR EXPLANATION.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#GRANDFATHERS_ADVENTURES">GRANDFATHER'S ADVENTURES.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_IMP_OF_THE_TELEPHONE">THE IMP OF THE TELEPHONE.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT">INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_CAMERA_CLUB">THE CAMERA CLUB.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BICYCLING">BICYCLING.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#DEGREES_OF_BOILING">DEGREES OF BOILING.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_PUDDING_STICK">THE PUDDING STICK.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#STAMPS">STAMPS.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_FAIRYS_FLORAL_ZOO">THE FAIRY'S FLORAL ZOO.</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 900px;">
+<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="900" height="264" alt="HARPER'S ROUND TABLE" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">Copyright, 1895, by <span class="smcap">Harper &amp; Brothers</span>. All Rights Reserved.</p>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary="">
+<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">PUBLISHED WEEKLY</span>.</td><td align="center">NEW YORK, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1895.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">FIVE CENTS A COPY</span>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">VOL</span>. XVII.&mdash;<span class="smcap">NO</span>. 836.</td><td align="center"></td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">TWO DOLLARS A YEAR</span>.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"><a name="FOR_KING_OR_COUNTRY" id="FOR_KING_OR_COUNTRY"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="800" height="551" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>FOR KING OR COUNTRY.</h2>
+
+<h4>A Story of the Revolution.</h4>
+
+<h3>BY JAMES BARNES.</h3>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER I.</h3>
+
+<h3>AT STANHAM MILLS.</h3>
+
+<p>It was the first day of June. The air was balmy with sweet odors, the
+sky was clear and blue, and everything that could sing or make a noise
+was endeavoring to rejoice. And this was his Britannic Majesty's colony
+of New Jersey in the year of grace 1772.</p>
+
+<p>Out of a little valley that separated two lines of thickly wooded hills,
+whose sides still gleamed with the fast departing blossoms, ran a
+leaping brook. It swirled about the smooth brown stones at the head of a
+waterfall, and rushed down into the deep clear pools at the bottom. Then
+it did the same thing over and over again, until it slid into the meadow
+and beneath a great rough bridge, where it spread out into a goodly
+sized pond, on whose farther shore rose the timbers of a well-built dam.
+A water-gate and a sluiceway were at one end, and above the trees, a
+short distance off to the left, across the meadow, in which some sheep
+were feeding, rose a big stone chimney. Out of this chimney the smoke
+was pouring and drifting slowly upwards in the still, sunny air.</p>
+
+<p>Now and then a grinding, rumbling noise echoed through the hills to the
+southward, which, sad to relate, unlike those to the north, were swept
+almost bare of trees, and were dotted with the huts of charcoal-burners.
+But the underbrush was doing its best to cover these bare spots with
+young green leaves, and the charcoal ovens were still and cold.</p>
+
+<p>Up the brook, just at the verge of the meadow, was the last one of the
+deep clear pools, and mingling with the waterfall was the sound of
+children's voices. They seemed to be talking all at once, for they could
+be heard plainly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> from the old gray bridge. The bank of the last pool
+shelved gently on one side, and on the other ran down into a little
+cliff, at the bottom of which the brook scarcely moved, so deep was the
+water above the pebbly bottom.</p>
+
+<p>Half-way up the shelving right-hand bank sat a little girl of eleven.
+She was making long garlands of oak leaves, pinning them carefully
+together with the stems. Her dress was white and trimmed with tattered
+lace. She looked as though she had run away from some birthday party,
+for no mother (or aunt, for that matter) would allow any little girl to
+go out into the woods in such thin slippers. One of her stockings had
+fallen down, and was tucked in the ribbons that crossed her ankles, and
+held the small slippers from coming off entirely. She had no hat on her
+curly head, and her bare arms were sunburned and brown.</p>
+
+<p>Seated at her feet was a boy of thirteen years or there-abouts. He was
+hugging his knees and digging his heels at the same time into the soft
+earth. He also looked as if he had escaped from a party, like the little
+girl, for his short breeches were of sky-blue silk, with great
+knee-buckles, and his hair was done up like a little wig and tied with a
+big black ribbon. There was a rip in the sleeve of his blue velvet coat,
+and the lace about his neck had become twisted and was hanging over one
+shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder what Uncle Daniel will look like? I trust he will bring us
+something fine from England," said the boy. "I'd like to go back there
+with him, if he'd take us all."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, if he'd take us all, and we might get in to the army&mdash;eh?" came a
+voice from the top of the steep bank opposite.</p>
+
+<p>It was quite startling, the reply was exactly like an echo; but that was
+not the strangest part. Flat on the ground lay another boy of thirteen.
+If the first had been copied by a maker of wax-works, line for line and
+color for color, the two could not have been more alike. In fact, the
+only difference was that the second had on pink silk breeches, which
+were very much muddied at the knees. He held in his extended hand a
+roughly trimmed fishing-pole.</p>
+
+<p>"I feel another nibble," said the boy who had last spoken, leaning
+further over the water.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, there, there!" exclaimed the other on the lower bank. "Now we've
+got him!"</p>
+
+<p>There was a swish, and a trout came plashing and twisting into the
+sunlight. He had not been very firmly hooked, however, for, after a
+short flight through the air, he tumbled almost into the lap of the
+little girl.</p>
+
+<p>She gave a laugh, and, dropping her garland, managed to secure the
+gasping little fish, together with a handful of grass and leaves.</p>
+
+<p>"Do put him back, William," she said, leaning forward. "He's much too
+small. I pray you put him back."</p>
+
+<p>The boy took the trout, and, crawling to the water's edge, set him free,
+and laughed as he darted off and hid, wriggling himself under a sunken
+log.</p>
+
+<p>At this minute the bushes were parted just behind where the two had been
+seated, and a strange figure came into sight.</p>
+
+<p>It was an old colored man. He had on a three-cornered hat, much too
+large for his woolly head, and under his arm he carried a bundle of
+freshly cut switches. He wore also an old flowered waistcoat that
+reached almost to his knees, and hung loosely about his thin figure. The
+waistcoat was still quite gaudy, and showed patches here and there of
+worn gold lace.</p>
+
+<p>"Mars Willem, I's jes done de bes' I could," said the old darky, with a
+bow.</p>
+
+<p>The boy looked over the bundle of rods and picked out two of them.</p>
+
+<p>"Cato," he said in an authoritative manner that showed no ill-humor,
+"you are a lazy rascal, sir; go back and get me one just as long as this
+and just as thin as this one, and straight, too, mark ye."</p>
+
+<p>The old man bowed again, turned around to hide a grin, and went back
+into the deep shadows of the trees. When he had gone a little way he
+stopped.</p>
+
+<p>"Said dat jes like his father, Mars David, would hev spoke. 'Cato,
+you're a lazy rascal, sir.'" Here the old darky laughed. "I jes wondered
+if he'd take one of dem crooked ones; I jes did so. Dem boys is
+Frothin'hams plum fro'&mdash;hyar me talkin'."</p>
+
+<p>He drew out of his pocket a huge clasp-knife, and, looking carefully to
+right and left, went deeper into the wood.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>But before going on further with the story, or taking up the immediate
+history of the twin Frothinghams, it is best, perhaps, to go back and
+tell a little about their family connections, and explain also something
+about Stanham Mills, where our story opens on this bright June day.</p>
+
+<p>During the reign of George II. some members of the London Company and a
+certain wealthy Lord Stanham had purchased a large tract of land in New
+Jersey, just south of the New York boundary-line. It was supposed that a
+fortune lay hidden there in the unworked iron-mines.</p>
+
+<p>Looking about for an agent or some persons to represent their interests,
+and to take charge of the property, the company's choice had fallen upon
+two members of an influential family in England that had colonial
+connections&mdash;David and Nathaniel Frothingham.</p>
+
+<p>There were three Frothingham brothers in the firm of that name, a firm
+that had long been interested in many financial ventures in the
+Colonies, and the two younger partners had had some experience in mining
+and the handling of large bodies of men.</p>
+
+<p>Upon receiving their appointment to the position of Company managers,
+Nathaniel and David had left for America, leaving Daniel, the eldest, to
+look after their family interests at the counting-house in London.</p>
+
+<p>This was some fourteen or fifteen years before our story opened.</p>
+
+<p>Both of the younger brothers were married, and brought their wives with
+them to share their fortunes in the far-off country. Immediately upon
+their arrival they had opened the large Manor-house, that had been
+erected for them in a manner regardless of expense upon the Stanham
+property, even before a shaft had been sunk in the surrounding hills.</p>
+
+<p>Unfortunately the two ladies of the Manor did not agree at all, and
+David and his wife lived in one wing and Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel in the
+other.</p>
+
+<p>When the twins came upon the scene, which happened not long after the
+arrival in America, there had been great rejoicing; and Mrs. Nathaniel
+Frothingham's heart had softened somewhat toward her husband's brother's
+wife. She had no children of her own; and she unbent a little from the
+position of proud superiority she had assumed, for the aristocratic
+Clarissa was the grand-niece of an English earl, and had held her heart
+high accordingly. Mrs. David, the young mother, was but the daughter of
+a Liverpool merchant. The Frothinghams spent the money that came to them
+from England with a lavish but an honest hand. However, up to the time
+this story begins there had been no large returns to encourage future
+expenditures.</p>
+
+<p>Bounding Stanham Mills to the east and south lay another estate, owned
+by four or five wealthy dwellers in the Colonies; it was known as the
+Hewes property. Here also had been opened mines, and a foundry even
+larger than the Frothingham's was in process of completion.</p>
+
+<p>The eastern boundary-line, as first surveyed by the King's surveyors,
+ran close to the entrance of the shaft on Tumble Ridge, the big hill to
+the north; so close indeed in some places that the sound of the picks of
+the Hewes men could be often heard at work, for the entrance to the
+rival shaft was just out of sight across the hill crest, and the
+underground works were nearing every day.</p>
+
+<p>It was claimed by the Hewes people that the Frothinghams had already
+crossed the boundary-line. Disputes had arisen time and again, and a
+feeling of intense dislike had grown up between the neighbors.</p>
+
+<p>One eventful morning, when the twins were but two years old and their
+sister Grace a baby, their father had gone down with some workmen in the
+rough bucket to the bottom of the largest mine, when a mass of heavy
+stone near the top became detached and fell, carrying death and sorrow
+into the family at the big white house. Mrs. David<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> had not long
+survived her husband, and so the twins and their little sister were
+suddenly left orphans.</p>
+
+<p>The children were too young to remember much of their father or their
+mother, and under the care of their Aunt Clarissa and Uncle Nathan they
+had been allowed to grow up like young wild flowers&mdash;much as they
+pleased.</p>
+
+<p>There were no children near them with whom they were allowed to
+associate, for the coldness that had existed between the Hewes family
+and the Frothinghams had, on the latter's part, grown to the verge of
+hatred, and the two mansions were seven miles apart.</p>
+
+<p>Insensibly the boys had imbibed some of the mannerisms of their stern,
+hot-tempered uncle, and had been influenced by the airs and affectations
+of the proud and haughty Mrs. Frothingham. But their devotion and love
+for one another it was almost pathetic to have seen.</p>
+
+<p>If William, who was the elder, thought anything, George seemed to
+appreciate it without an expression from his brother, and both fairly
+worshipped their little sister Grace. She accompanied them in all but
+their longer rambles, and was their comrade in many of their adventures
+and misfortunes.</p>
+
+<p>Since they were babies they had been placed more or less under the care
+and tutelage of the old colored man, Cato Sloper, and his wife, Polly
+Ann. The children loved their aunt and uncle in a certain indefinite
+way, but their real affections went out toward their foster-mother and
+their faithful black adherent.</p>
+
+<p>With this short excursion into the history of the Frothinghams, we come
+back again to the banks of the clear deep pool.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>After Cato, the old colored man, had departed, the boy in the blue
+breeches called across to the other, who had baited his hook afresh:
+"George," he said, "we ought not to have taken Gracie with us this
+morning. Aunt Clarissa will be angrier than an old wet hen."</p>
+
+<p>"Won't she? Just fancy!" said the young lady in white, quite demurely.
+Then she laughed, quite in tune with the waterfall.</p>
+
+<p>"I dare say Uncle Nathan will give one of us a good licking," said the
+boy on the high bank. "And it's my turn, too," he added, dolefully.</p>
+
+<p>"No, 'tisn't," replied the other. "You took mine last time."</p>
+
+<p>"Truly, you're right," returned the boy in pink. "What was it for? I
+have forgotten."</p>
+
+<p>"He found we had some of the blasting powder," said William. "We'll need
+some more soon, I'm thinking," he added.</p>
+
+<p>What further developments might have occurred just then it is hard to
+say, for the young lady in the white dress suddenly suggested a new
+train of thought, and the twins took it up at once.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm hungry," she said, "and I don't think Mr. Wyeth and Uncle Daniel
+will come along at all. Let's go back to the house. Perhaps Aunt
+Clarissa hasn't found out we are gone away yet."</p>
+
+<p>"Not found out!" exclaimed William, in derision. "Bless my stars, and we
+in our best clothes!"</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Wyeth will be along soon, I'll warrant," said his double, from the
+bank, "and we will all go up to the house as if nothing were the matter.
+Uncle Nathan won't do anything at all until Mr. Wyeth goes, which may
+not be for two or three days. Harkee! with Uncle Daniel here, he may
+forget. Haven't you noticed how forgetful he has been lately?"</p>
+
+<p>"He never forgets," replied William, thoughtfully; "at least he never
+does if Aunt Clarissa is about."</p>
+
+<p>From where the children were they could see the road, and follow it
+after it crossed the bridge and commenced to climb the hill. Here and
+there it showed very plainly through the trees, and even if a horseman
+should escape their observation, the sound of hoofs on the bridge they
+could not have missed hearing.</p>
+
+<p>Twice a year Mr. Josiah Wyeth, a New York merchant, rode out on
+horseback from Elizabethport to visit Mr. Nathaniel Frothingham.</p>
+
+<p>There was no regular stage line to Stanham Mills, and most of the
+purchasing for the estate was done at the town of Paterson, a half-day's
+journey. But, rain or shine, the 1st of June found Mr. Josiah Wyeth a
+guest at Stanham Manor, and the first of that month and the 1st of
+September found the young Frothinghams, all in their best attire, ready
+to meet him. Now that the uncle from London, whom they had never seen,
+had arrived in New York and was going to accompany Mr. Wyeth, the
+excitement was more than doubled.</p>
+
+<p>During the merchant's stay the children were supposed to be on their
+best behavior, which really meant that they were allowed to do as they
+pleased, provided they kept out of sight and hearing. These visits,
+therefore, were quite looked-for events, and, besides, Mr. Wyeth brought
+out little trinkets, fish-hooks, sugar-balls, lollipops, and various
+attractive sweets in his capacious saddle-bags. He was quite as punctual
+as if he only lived next door.</p>
+
+<p>The little girl had resumed her garland-making once more. William had
+spread himself out upon the bank, and was watching a busy aimless ant
+dodging about the roots of the ferns, and George, with the patience of
+the born sportsman, was supporting one hand with the other, and leaning
+out again over the water.</p>
+
+<p>For some time no one had spoken. Suddenly there was a deep, rumbling
+report.</p>
+
+<p>"Hillo!" said William, starting up. "They're blasting in the shaft on
+Tumble Ridge."</p>
+
+<p>"That's so," said George. "I heard Uncle Nathan say that they were
+getting pretty close to the Hewes boundary-line."</p>
+
+<p>"There'll be a fine row there some day," said William.</p>
+
+<p>"My! but doesn't Uncle Nathan hate that Mr. Hewes? He says if he was in
+England they could hang him for treason, because he talks against the
+King."</p>
+
+<p>George laughed. "I'd like to see 'em fight," he answered.</p>
+
+<p>"So should I," said William; "and you and I together could lick Carter
+Hewes, if he is bigger than either of us. I suppose he's a rebel too."</p>
+
+<p>Just here there came an interruption, for the waterfall had drawn the
+hook under a big flat stone, and there it caught.</p>
+
+<p>"Crickey!" said the boy in the pink breeches. "I'm fast on the bottom."
+He stretched out with both hands, and gave a sharp pull on the line.</p>
+
+<p>It all came so suddenly that not one of the three could have foretold
+what was going to happen. But the bank gave way, and Master Frothingham
+went down head over heels into the deep hole.</p>
+
+<p>Now, strange as it may seem, owing to Aunt Clarissa's fostering care,
+neither one of the twins had learned to swim.</p>
+
+<p>The water was very deep, and the fall was eight feet, if an inch, but,
+nevertheless, in a moment George's frightened face appeared. He tried to
+grasp the bank, but so steep was it his fingers slipped off the smooth
+rock, and he sank again, gasping and trying to shriek aloud.</p>
+
+<p>The little girl jumped to her feet, and ran in among the trees, crying
+for help with all her little voice. William did not pause for half a
+breath. He leaped out from the bank and dashed through the shallow water
+towards where one of his brother's arms was waving upon the surface.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly he went over his own depth, and the tails of his blue velvet
+coat were all that could be seen. But he managed to struggle on,
+fighting to keep afloat, with all his might, until he caught the arm at
+last. George's head once more showed clearly above the water, and then
+both boys sank.</p>
+
+<p>Gracie's cries by this time had startled all the echoes up the
+hill-sides.</p>
+
+<p>"Cato! oh, Cato!" she shrieked. "They're drowning! they're drowning!
+Help! help! Oh, help!"</p>
+
+<p>Once more the two heads came up to the air, and one small hand, extended
+in a wild grasp toward the bank, caught an overhanging bough and clung
+there desperately.</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="BICYCLING_FOR_GIRLS" id="BICYCLING_FOR_GIRLS">BICYCLING FOR GIRLS.</a></h2>
+
+<p>Some weeks ago we published an article on bicycle-riding, and at that
+time promised to say something regarding bicycling for girls, which is
+so different a question from bicycling for boys that it requires a
+separate article.</p>
+
+<p>There has been a discussion going on for some time as to whether it was
+a healthy exercise for girls and young women to take up, and many
+doctors have given it as their opinion that it was not, on the whole,
+advisable. But the practice has become general now, and it is likely
+that many more girls will ride this fall and next year than ever before.
+Consequently it is useless to advise people not to ride. If any girl
+finds that riding is making her feel enervated and tired all the time,
+or if in any other way she notices any kind of unpleasant results from
+her riding, common-sense and her doctor will tell her to stop; but there
+is no reason why a healthy girl, if she begins gradually, should not
+learn to ride, and ride well, to the great benefit of her health and
+happiness.</p>
+
+<p>It is only required that she shall observe two or three simple
+rules&mdash;rules which every athlete who trains theoretically obeys. For
+instance, she should remember that, as is the case with most girls in
+cities, and often in the country as well, she has not been accustomed to
+severe physical exercise, that she would not start out at once to run
+five miles without stopping, and in like manner she should not ride ten
+miles on a wheel neither the first time nor the thirtieth time. This
+seems very simple to read in type, but the fact is that most girls want
+to ride fifteen miles as soon as they can get along on a road by
+themselves.</p>
+
+<p>The difficult thing is to stop just <i>before</i> you begin to feel the
+slightest sensation of weariness. In these fall days any one can ride
+along through the country, and while moving feel invigorated by the
+force of the breeze which the movement of the wheel creates. But when
+she does stop, the girl suddenly feels "worn out," perhaps a little
+dizzy, or at least tired, and rather inclined to get into a car and ride
+home, while some one else pushes her wheel along for her. Any girl of
+spirit in such a situation immediately makes up her mind that she will
+not give in to this feeling of weariness, and that she will ride home
+whether she feels tired or not. The result is a bad headache, a doctor,
+and perhaps an injunction from her parents not to ride a bicycle again.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 309px;">
+<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="309" height="400" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">POSITION JUST BEFORE STARTING TO MOUNT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>There are girls who can ride twenty, forty, or sixty miles in a day, but
+this is because they have begun gradually, and increased their distances
+by degrees as their bodies got into what is called "good condition." Let
+us set down a rule, then, on this subject, and say that the average girl
+of fifteen ought not to ride more than five miles, by cyclometer, in any
+one day, until she has taken thirty rides within two months&mdash;that is to
+say, until she has ridden at least once in every two days. Then she
+should not exceed ten miles in a day, or at one time, until she has
+ridden a bicycle half a year. After this she can estimate about what she
+can do without tiring herself, and she can gradually work up to twenty
+miles at a time without ever having that fagged feeling which is a sure
+sign that the thing has been overdone. So much for the distance.</p>
+
+<p>Now a word as to costume. We are just in the midst of a change in ideas
+as to girls' bicycle costumes. No one who has ridden ten times fails to
+complain of skirts, be they never so well made. They catch in the rear
+wheel. They make a sail to catch all the wind when the wind is blowing
+against you, and only a bicyclist knows what a head wind really means.
+And finally they are continually in the way.</p>
+
+<p>On the other hand, trousers do not seem just the thing for girls to
+wear. Some time we may all come to the regulation knickerbockers for a
+bicycle costume, but just at present a girl who wears them appears to be
+immodest. As a matter of fact, however, modesty and ladylike behavior do
+not depend on the costume, but on the bearing and character of the young
+lady herself, and it is only necessary for us to become accustomed to
+seeing ladies wearing any kind of a bicycle costume to think it the
+proper thing, and probably some kind of bloomers or divided skirt is
+more unnoticeable and modest than a skirt which flies about as you ride
+along the road. The best thing for a girl then is a divided skirt which
+is close fitting, which cannot catch in either wheel or in the gearing
+of the bicycle, or the ordinary gymnasium bloomers. Either of these,
+especially the latter, is much better from a health point of view, since
+a great deal of the strain of forcing the machine ahead is saved by
+them. But in time we shall probably have a regular woman's bicycle
+costume, which will be a combination of knickerbockers and bloomers, and
+then when people once become accustomed to it, they will wonder how
+under the sun women ever rode with long skirts.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 301px;">
+<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="301" height="400" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">POSITION JUST AFTER STARTING TO MOUNT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>With the question of the distance you shall ride in a day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> and the
+question of costume settled, it then becomes necessary to discuss the
+details of riding. A great many girls and women learn to ride in-doors
+in some hall, and the usual method employed is to place a belt with a
+handle at each side around the girl's waist. A man walks on either side
+of her, and steadies her by grasping either handle on the belt, and she
+then struggles on, until, after a number of lessons, she can ride alone.
+In the city this may be a good plan, but it is inevitably the result
+that after a girl has learned to ride in-doors it becomes practically
+necessary for her to learn over again when she first tries the road. The
+best method, therefore, if the surroundings admit of it, is to get some
+strong person to grasp the rear part of the saddle, and to then steady
+you as you move along a smooth road. If this is done half an hour a day
+three times on alternate days, any average girl should be able to ride
+alone for a short distance.</p>
+
+<p>She will do well not to try to learn to mount until she has become
+somewhat proficient in riding, so that she can ride four or five miles
+at a time over an average country road. Mounting will then come easy,
+whereas at the beginning it is extremely difficult. When sitting on a
+bicycle a girl should be in an upright position, practically as when
+walking. The saddle should be broad and flat, and, while most of the
+weight of her body rests upon the saddle, it is nevertheless true that
+she should put as much of her weight upon the pedals as possible: it not
+only makes riding and balancing easier, but it distributes her weight
+over the machine, both to her own comfort and to the safety of the
+wheel. Sitting perfectly upright, she should be able to place the instep
+or hollow of her foot between the heel and ball squarely on the pedal
+when it is at its lowest point in the arc, and in that position her knee
+should be practically unbent, although, as a matter of fact, it is
+better if the knee is what might be called "sprung" a little. At all
+events, the body should not sag from one side to the other as the pedals
+turn, and when the rider is forcing the wheel ahead with the ball of the
+foot on the pedal, the knee would never be straightened actually if this
+rule was followed.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 448px;">
+<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="448" height="400" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">CORRECT POSITION FOR WOMAN BICYCLIST.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>There is no advantage whatsoever in trying to secure a long reach; it
+does not help you in any way, and it makes it more difficult to send the
+machine ahead either faster or slower. This is particularly noticeable
+in going up a hill. Women, as a rule, do not have the fault which many
+men have of leaning forward far over the handle. They are more apt to
+sit upright than most men; but they have one fault which should be
+corrected, and that is the position which the handles occupy in relation
+to their bodies. A girl should sit upright, as has been said, and in
+that position, when she places her hands on the cork handles, her arms
+should be slightly bent at the elbow. It is very common, however, to see
+the arms so much bent that the forearm forms almost a right angle to the
+upper arm. This is not only uncomfortable, but it deprives her of the
+purchase which she needs when forcing the machine ahead or going up a
+hill. In other words, it is much more difficult to "pull" on the handles
+when the arms are bent to a right angle than when they are practically
+straight. On the other hand, the fault of leaning the weight of the body
+on the handle-bars should be avoided with the utmost care, as that
+forces the shoulders back and the chin forward on the chest, and in time
+distorts the whole symmetry of the upper part of a person's body.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 304px;">
+<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="304" height="400" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">PROPER ARRANGEMENT OF THE DRESS.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Mounting and dismounting, especially the former, as has been said,
+should not be tried until the bicyclist has learned to keep her balance
+easily while riding. Then mounting will come more or less naturally,
+since the difficulty in this operation is not so much to get on the
+machine, as to start the wheel soon enough after gaining the seat to
+avoid falling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> off. To begin with, the girl should grasp both
+handle-bars firmly, facing forward, of course. By means of the hands the
+bicycle should be held absolutely perpendicular, neither leaning towards
+her person nor away from it. Then standing on the left of the machine,
+she should step over the gearing with her right foot and place it on the
+right pedal, which is moved just forward of its highest point in the
+arc; in other words, so that the first pressure which comes on that
+right pedal will force the machine ahead as fast as possible.</p>
+
+<p>Having placed her right foot on this pedal, without bearing any weight
+on it, she then steps into the position over the gearing which will
+bring her weight as nearly as possible immediately over the centre of
+gravity of the machine. Having arranged her skirt so that it will be
+symmetrical when she mounts, she merely rises by stepping up on the
+right-hand pedal, and sits into the saddle by a slow, easy movement. Her
+weight on the right-hand pedal starts the machine forward, pulls the
+saddle in under her, and gives the velocity to the bicycle which she
+needs in order to keep her balance.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 304px;">
+<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="304" height="400" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">CORRECT METHOD OF DISMOUNTING.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>One of the most important things about women's bicycle-riding is the
+ability to dismount not only gracefully, but at once in case of
+necessity. In this, as in mounting, there is no jump anywhere. The rider
+simply catches the left pedal as it begins to rise from the lowest point
+in the arc, and, bearing her weight on that pedal, allows herself to be
+forced upward out of the saddle. This not only brings her into a
+position to step out of the machine, but also brings the machine to a
+standstill, or practically so, unless she is going at a high rate of
+speed. When the pedal has nearly reached the top, and the machine is as
+near a standstill as possible, she steps, still bearing her weight on
+this left-hand pedal, out on the left side of the machine, putting her
+right foot over the left foot, and letting the right foot strike the
+ground first. Both mounting and dismounting are slow, even movements;
+there is no quick jump about them, and the motions are all gradual. As
+soon as you attempt to leap into the saddle, or leap out of it, you are
+almost certain to disturb the equilibrium of the bicycle itself, and
+then catastrophe is the result.</p>
+
+<p>It only remains to say a word about riding with men and boys. Boys, as a
+usual thing, are in better physical condition for such exercise as
+bicycle-riding than girls. They can consequently ride farther and faster
+than girls; and as any girl of spirit will try to keep up with whomever
+she is riding, she is likely to strain herself. It is wise, therefore,
+for the girl to always insist on leading, or, as it is called, on
+"setting the pace," and it is also wise for her to make up her mind just
+where she is going to ride before she stops. The distance is then
+settled before the journey begins, and there is no question of riding
+farther than she thought she would at the start. If a girl sets out for
+a bicycle ride without any definite point in view, she is likely to ride
+away from home until she becomes tired, and then there is the whole
+distance of the return to be covered in a more or less wearied
+condition; and it is this kind of bicycle-riding which does the injury
+to women and girls.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a name="WHAT_MARJORIE_COULD_DO" id="WHAT_MARJORIE_COULD_DO">WHAT MARJORIE COULD DO.</a></h2>
+
+<h3>BY H.&nbsp;G. PAINE.</h3>
+
+<h3>I.</h3>
+
+<p>"Fire! Fire!"</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie Mason woke up with a start.</p>
+
+<p>"Clang! clang!" went the fire-engine from around the corner.</p>
+
+<p>"Whoa!" shouted the driver.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me!" thought Marjorie; "it must be very near here," and she jumped
+out of bed and ran to the window. The engine was already connected with
+the hydrant across the street, and the firemen were attaching the hose
+and bringing it&mdash;what? yes; right up the front steps of the Masons'
+house! One fireman was ringing violently at the front-door bell; and
+Marjorie wondered why her father did not go down to open the door.
+Perhaps the house next door was on fire, and they wanted to take the
+hose up on the roof. Still the bell rang, and now Marjorie could hear
+the firemen from the hook-and-ladder truck that had just come up
+breaking in the parlor windows with their axes.</p>
+
+<p>"Why doesn't somebody go to the door?" she said to herself. "It will
+never do to have that dirty hose dragged through the parlor and over the
+new carpet!" and she jumped to the door of her room to run down and let
+the firemen in; but, as she opened it, a rush of hot air and stifling
+smoke blew into her face, choking and gagging her, and filling her eyes
+with tears. Then she realized for the first time that the fire was in
+her own house. She shut the door with a bang, and ran to the window,
+opened it, and looked out. As she did so a tongue of flame shot up in
+front of her from the window of the library, just underneath her own
+room. Her father's and mother's room was in the back part of the house
+on the same floor as the library. "Was it on fire, too?" Marjorie
+shuddered as she thought of it.</p>
+
+<p>"And Jack!" Her brother Jack slept in the back room on the same floor as
+Marjorie, but the rooms did not connect. "Perhaps the fire is only in
+the front part of the house," she thought, "and the others don't know
+anything about it." She determined to arouse them.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie opened the door again. The smoke and heat were stifling, but
+there was no flame that she could see. Then she shut her eyes, closed
+the door behind her, and rushed down the hall to Jack's room. She had
+been to it so often that she could not miss the door-knob, even in her
+excitement. Fortunately the door was unlocked. She opened it quickly,
+and shut it behind her, gasping for breath. Oblivious alike of the
+danger and the noise Jack was still fast asleep, but she soon woke him
+up, and together they rushed to the back window. Looking down they saw
+their father helping their mother out upon the sloping roof of the back
+piazza.</p>
+
+<p>At the sight of her poor mother, who was very ill, in so perilous a
+plight, Marjorie forgot all about her own danger, and shouting, "Hold on
+tight&mdash;I'll tell the firemen!" before her brother could stop her she had
+run back fearlessly to her own room despite the fact that the stairway
+was now all in a blaze. As she opened her eyes she saw the glazed helmet
+of a fireman at the window.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="600" height="428" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">"GO BACK AND LOOK AFTER FATHER AND MOTHER!"</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Go back!" she cried; "go back quick and look after father and mother;
+they are on the roof of the back piazza!"</p>
+
+<p>Then a strange feeling of dizziness came over her. She felt a strong arm
+around her waist. She dimly saw a kind face near to hers, and was
+conscious of being carried down, down, down, so far, so far, and of
+hearing people cheering a great way off.</p>
+
+<h3>II.</h3>
+
+<p>It was a very different house, the one that Marjorie went to live in
+after the fire, not nearly so nice as the dear old home where she and
+Jack had been born. In the first place, it was in a distant and
+different part of the city. The rooms were all differently arranged, and
+the furniture and everything in them were different. It seemed to
+Marjorie as if nothing had been saved from the old house. Even the
+clothes they all wore were different&mdash;very different, indeed; for they
+were black.</p>
+
+<p>That was a sign of the greatest and saddest difference. Though the
+firemen had quickly gone through the basement and rescued Marjorie's
+father and mother and Jack and the servants, the dear mother had not
+long survived the shock and the exposure: and Hetty, the waitress, who
+now attended to the housekeeping and looked after Marjorie, did things
+very differently from her.</p>
+
+<p>All these circumstances combined to make great changes in Marjorie's
+life. She went to another school now, near by; but she did not make
+friends easily with the pupils there, and so she spent most of her
+afternoons at home with Hetty instead of associating with girls of her
+own age. And very lonely she was much of the time.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Hetty was a good waitress, who had been with the family for several
+years, and she knew just what Mr. Mason liked, and how he liked to have
+things done about the house; but she was an ignorant silly girl, and not
+at all a good companion for Marjorie.</p>
+
+<p>Jack was two years older than his sister. He was sixteen, and preparing
+for college, and his father thought best that he should not change
+schools. So he had to make an early start every day, and very rarely
+came back until dinner-time, and then had to study hard all the evening.</p>
+
+<p>Now and then, when he did come home early on a rainy day, Marjorie and
+he would have great fun, like the old times; so at last she came to wish
+for bad weather with as much eagerness as she had used to look for
+sunshine.</p>
+
+<p>Since her mother's death her father had seemed very much preoccupied and
+indifferent to what she and Jack did. And, as time went on, he was more
+and more away from home. He changed the dinner hour from six until
+seven, and was often late at that. Then right afterward he would
+generally go out, and not come back until after Jack and Marjorie were
+in bed.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie especially missed her father's presence and companionship; and
+one "dull, sunshiny afternoon," as Marjorie called it, in default of any
+other sympathizer, she confided her grief to Hetty, who seemed in a
+pleasanter mood than usual.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder what it is that takes so much of father's time?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, it's coortin' he is, av coorse, ye may belave," replied Hetty.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, you don't mean&mdash;that, do you?" exclaimed Marjorie.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure 'n' why not?" said Hetty, with a smirk. "Widowers generally does.
+But I can tell you that I for wan will not shtay wan minute, no, nor wan
+sicond, av he brings a new mistress into this house!"</p>
+
+<h3>III.</h3>
+
+<p>Marjorie was very much worried at what Hetty had said. It hardly seemed
+possible to her that the girl could be right, and that her father could
+be contemplating such a step as she suggested. Yet there was no doubt
+that he seemed very much changed since his wife's death, and Marjorie
+sought in vain for any satisfactory explanation of his frequent absences
+from home.</p>
+
+<p>She lay awake a long time that night&mdash;thinking. And the less able she
+was to find a reason that would account for the difference in her
+father's manner and habits, the more readily she brought herself to
+believe that Hetty was right in her supposition.</p>
+
+<p>"It's my fault, it's my fault," she sobbed to herself, as she buried her
+head in the pillow. "I haven't tried to take dear mother's place, and to
+look after the house, and to do the things she used to do for father's
+comfort. I've just acted like a silly, helpless little girl, and shirked
+my responsibilities, and left everything to Hetty, and I think
+she's&mdash;she's just hateful."</p>
+
+<p>Then, when Marjorie realized how short a time had passed since the fire,
+and the funeral, and the moving, it seemed to her that perhaps it was
+not too late now for her to begin to take the place in the household
+that she had mapped out for herself. This thought gave her new comfort,
+and with an earnest prayer that she might be given strength to carry out
+her plans she fell asleep.</p>
+
+<p>Next morning, when Hetty brought in the breakfast, she found that
+Marjorie had changed her seat at the table to the place opposite her
+father, that had been vacant ever since they moved into the new house,
+and was pouring out the coffee for him and Jack, as her mother used to
+do.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie watched her father closely to see if he noticed the change. At
+first he appeared oblivious to any difference in the usual arrangement,
+and, turning to Hetty, after tasting his coffee, he said,</p>
+
+<p>"Hetty, haven't you forgotten the sugar?"</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie's face grew crimson with mortification, and, as she caught
+Jack's wink, and marked the appreciating smack of his lips, she realized
+that in her excitement she had put her father's sugar in Jack's cup.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure 'n' Miss Marjorie's pouring the coffee this morning; I dunno,"
+replied Hetty.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Mason looked up, with a smile, and said, "Well, take this cup to
+her, and see if she isn't putting sugar in, too."</p>
+
+<p>Hetty did his bidding with a self-satisfied air, and Marjorie meekly
+dropped in the missing lumps.</p>
+
+<p>"Very nice indeed," was Mr. Mason's comment, as he tasted his coffee
+again, "even if it was prepared on the instalment plan."</p>
+
+<p>And Marjorie felt that her first effort had not been altogether a
+failure after all.</p>
+
+<p>That evening when he came home and went to his room he found his
+frock-coat neatly brushed and laid on the bed. In an absent-minded
+manner he hung it up in the closet, and went down to dinner in his
+business suit. Marjorie sat opposite him and served the soup. Presently
+Mr. Mason took an evening paper out of his pocket and began reading.</p>
+
+<p>Marjorie addressed one or two questions to her father; but though he
+looked up brightly for a moment and answered her, he soon turned again
+to his paper, and appeared to be absorbed in its contents.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you reading about, father?" she finally ventured to ask.</p>
+
+<p>But his reply was not conducive to further conversation, "Silver."</p>
+
+<p>"Silence is golden," said Jack to his sister, in an undertone.</p>
+
+<p>Next evening when Mr. Mason came home Marjorie asked him if he would let
+her see the evening paper. Her father seemed a little surprised, and
+handed it to her. Then he went up stairs before dinner and saw his coat
+laid out again, and smiled, and put it on. They had scarcely sat down
+when Jack produced a newspaper and began to read it.</p>
+
+<p>"Jack," said Marjorie, "don't read the paper at the table; it isn't
+polite."</p>
+
+<p>Jack put the paper away, and Marjorie began to ask her father questions
+about what sort of a day he had had downtown, and told him how Jack had
+been selected to play on the school football team, and asked him to
+explain some points in her history lesson that were not quite clear in
+her mind. Marjorie was pleased to see that her father took a great deal
+more interest in what she and Jack were doing, and after that the dinner
+hour was the brightest and happiest in the day for Marjorie.</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Mason, though he recognized Marjorie's efforts to make this hour
+what it had been in the old house, and had begun to take a renewed
+interest in what interested Jack and Marjorie, still spent the most of
+his evenings away from home, and seemed often so preoccupied that with
+difficulty he aroused himself in response to Marjorie's efforts at
+polite conversation.</p>
+
+<p>Those were anxious and sad days for Marjorie&mdash;Hetty's silly, thoughtless
+words had made a deep impression on her mind, and she knew that if they
+were true it must be because he missed the presence and companionship of
+her dear mother, and the home atmosphere with which she had surrounded
+their lives.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to her that the task she had undertaken would not have been so
+hopeless amid the familiar surroundings of their old home. But in this
+strange and unaccustomed place it seemed as though her efforts must be
+in vain. She studied to see if by some rearrangement of the furniture
+she could not give a more attractive and homelike air to the stiff and
+formal drawing-room.</p>
+
+<p>Hetty laughed at her suggestions, and would not help her. So she set to
+work to do it herself. At first she resolved to banish a hideous vase on
+the top of a tall cabinet, but when, standing on the top of the little
+step-ladder, she tried to move it, it proved heavier than she supposed
+and slipped from her grasp. In her attempt to save it she lost her
+balance and fell with it to the floor, striking her head on a corner of
+the cabinet.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The next thing that Marjorie knew she was lying in bed, feeling very
+weak and queer. She opened her eyes, and then shut them again suddenly
+very tight, and lay still for a long while, trying to remember what had
+happened; because she thought she had seen in that brief glance that she
+was back in her old room at home, and the impression was so pleasant and
+restful, and made her feel so happy, that she did not want to open her
+eyes and dispel the illusion. Then she thought she heard a clock
+strike&mdash;one, two three, four&mdash;her clock! she would have known that sound
+anywhere. She could not resist the temptation to look, and slowly
+unclosed one eye.</p>
+
+<p>Yes, that was her very own clock that Jack had given her on the
+mantel-piece, there could be no mistake about that, nor about the
+mantel-piece either, for that matter, nor about the pictures over it,
+nor about the paper on the wall&mdash;both eyes were wide open now&mdash;nor about
+the rugs on the floor, nor the sofa, nor the chairs, nor the pretty,
+white bedstead. It was all a beautiful mystery, and she did not try to
+solve it. She simply gave a happy little sigh and fell into a deep and
+quiet sleep.</p>
+
+<p>When she awoke again she felt better and stronger, and lay for several
+minutes feasting her eyes upon the familiar features of her old room at
+home.</p>
+
+<p>Then the door opened quietly, and a sweet-faced woman in a wash-dress
+and white cap and apron entered.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, tell me," asked Marjorie, eagerly, "am I dreaming, or have I been
+dreaming? Is this really my room, and if it is, wasn't there any fire,
+and if there was, how&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"There, there, my dear," answered a soft pleasant voice, "you are very
+wide-awake again, I am glad to see, and this is your own home, and there
+was a fire; and if you will lie very quiet, and not ask any more
+questions, you can see your brother Jack in a little while, and a little
+later your father, when he comes home."</p>
+
+<p>"And&mdash;and are you&mdash;are you&mdash;" faltered Marjorie.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I am Miss Farley, the hospital nurse. Now lie still, dear, and
+don't bother your head about anything."</p>
+
+<p>"I won't," responded Marjorie, with a contented smile. "I thought maybe
+you were a step-mother."</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon Marjorie was so much better that Miss Farley let Jack
+spend quite a while by her bedside, while he told everything that had
+happened.</p>
+
+<p>"My eye!" said he, "you must have given your head a terrible crack when
+you fell from the steps. I can tell you father and I and Hetty were
+scared. That was three weeks ago. Just think of that. You've had
+brain-fever, and all sorts of things. But Dr. Scott and Miss Farley
+pulled you through in great shape. The best thing was that father could
+have you put right into an ambulance and brought here. Say, what do you
+suppose he has been up to all these months? Why, he's been having this
+dear old house rebuilt just exactly as it was before the fire; and there
+was a lot more furniture and things saved than you and I thought, and he
+has had it all put back in the old places, and he has bought everything
+he could get exactly like what was burned, and what he couldn't buy he
+has had made so that you'd think it was the same identical thing. He
+used to come here afternoons and boss the workmen about, and in the
+evening he'd come here alone and arrange things in the old places. Say,
+isn't it just fine! and he never said a word about it, so that he could
+have it for a surprise for you on your birthday. It was all ready the
+day you got hurt, so he had you brought right here, and yesterday was
+your birthday, so that it came out just as he had hoped, after all."</p>
+
+<p>"Where's Hetty?" asked Marjorie, after a short pause.</p>
+
+<p>"Hetty? Oh, she married the milkman, and left without warning the day we
+moved in here," said Jack.</p>
+
+<p>"Papa," said Marjorie, as she lay holding his hand as he sat beside her
+that afternoon, after she had thanked him for his beautiful birthday
+present, "papa, you're not going to bring anybody here to take mamma's
+place, are you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, my pet," replied Mr. Mason, as he bent and kissed her cheek.
+"Nobody in the world can ever do that; but nobody in the world can come
+so near it as her dear little daughter."</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="LAURIE_VANE_BRAKEMAN" id="LAURIE_VANE_BRAKEMAN">LAURIE VANE, BRAKEMAN.</a></h2>
+
+<h3>BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.</h3>
+
+<p>Mudhole Junction was a desolate place enough, especially on winter
+nights, when the wind roared through the mountain gorges, and an
+occasional fierce, despairing shriek from a passing locomotive waked the
+wild echoes among the granite peaks. But Blundon, the station-master,
+and Laurie Vane, the bright-eyed young fellow from the East, who lived
+in the little shanty a quarter of a mile off had a soft spot in their
+hearts for Mudhole Junction, and with reason. Both of them had found
+health and strength in the high, pure altitude, and each had also found
+a friend in the other. Blundon often wondered why a young fellow of
+nineteen should be living up there, apparently as much cut off from the
+human species, other than the Mudhole Junctionites, as though he
+belonged to another planet. But seeing the boy was perfectly correct in
+every way, and Blundon himself having the soul of a gentleman, and above
+asking questions, Laurie Vane was not bothered to give explanations.</p>
+
+<p>One autumn night, about a year after Laurie's advent, he and the
+station-master were spending quite a hilarious evening together in the
+little station-house. A fire roared on the hearth, and some malodorous
+cheese, a plate of crackers, and a pitcher of eider were on the table.
+On one side of the fire sat Blundon, grizzled and round-shouldered, but
+with a world of good sense in his well-marked face; on the other side
+sat Laurie, a red fez set sideways on his curly head, and his guitar
+across his knees.</p>
+
+<p>"Talk about your spectacular shows," said Laurie, softly thrumming "In
+Old Madrid," on the guitar, "I don't know anything quite up to that
+ten-o'clock express on a wild night like this. When she rushes out of
+the black mouth of the tunnel for that straight stretch of three miles
+down here, and flies past, hissing and screaming, with one great glaring
+eye blazing in the darkness, she looks more like one of the dragons of
+hell than anything I can imagine. It's worth more than many a show I've
+paid two dollars and a half to see."</p>
+
+<p>Blundon smiled at this as he answered:</p>
+
+<p>"And I can see it every night in the year for nothing. People call it
+lonesome up here, but I guess mighty few folks know how much company an
+old railroad man like me can get out of passing ingines and slow
+freights, and even out of the rails and ties. Anybody would think I was
+a paid section-boss the way I watch the road-bed about here."</p>
+
+<p>"How long were you a railroad man?" asked Laurie, stopping in his
+thrumming.</p>
+
+<p>"About twenty years," said Blundon. "But it was in the East, where
+railroading ain't the same as it is out here. I was in the caboose of a
+train that made two hundred and twenty miles, year in and year out, in
+four hours and forty minutes, including three stops. It was a solid
+train of Pullmans, and the road-bed was as smooth as a ballroom floor. I
+had an eighteen-thousand-dollar ingine&mdash;the Lively Sally&mdash;and when I
+pulled the throttle out she was just like a race-horse when he hears the
+starter shout 'Go!' I don't believe I ever could have quit the railroad
+business if the Lively Sally hadn't come to grief. But it wasn't when I
+was a-drivin' her. I was laid off sick, and they gave her to another
+man&mdash;a good enough fellow, but you can't learn the ways of an ingine in
+a day nor a week, any more than you can learn the ways of a woman in a
+day or a week. Sally used to get balky, once a year reg'lar. For about a
+week she'd have the jim-jams&mdash;seemed like she got tired of working, and
+wanted a spell of rest in the round-house. Well, the new man didn't know
+this, and instead<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> of letting her have her own way, he tried to drive
+her, and Sally just blew her cylinder-head out for spite. And when
+she was helpless on the siding a long freight came along, and the
+switchman lost his wits, and set the switch wrong, and that
+eighteen-thousand-dollar beauty was crippled so she never was worth much
+afterward. And about that time my lungs gave out, and I had to come up
+here. I never cared much about an ingine after Sally. I dare say I might
+get a place again to run a passenger train, but I think about poor
+Sally, and I don't feel like going back on the old girl; so here I am,
+side-tracked for life at Mudhole Junction."</p>
+
+<p>"It was all on account of a patent air-brake that I'm here," remarked
+Laurie.</p>
+
+<p>"It's coming," thought Blundon.</p>
+
+<p>"I am an only child," said Laurie, after a little pause, "and I had the
+best daddy in the world, except that he was so obstinate."</p>
+
+<p>"<i>You</i> weren't obstinate, young feller," Blundon gravely interjected.
+"You were just firm. It's the other feller that's pig-headed always. Go
+on."</p>
+
+<p>Laurie glanced up quickly, and grinned at Blundon for a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, perhaps I was a little obstinate too&mdash;a chip of the old block. As
+long as my mother lived, God bless her!"&mdash;here Laurie raised his cap
+reverently&mdash;"she could always make peace between us. But when she went
+to heaven there was nobody to do this. The first serious falling out we
+had was when I went to college. I took the scientific course, and
+apparently I didn't do much at it. But I was working like a beaver at an
+air-brake, and when I wasn't in the class-rooms I was down at the
+railroad shops studying brakes. I found out a lot about them, and I also
+found out that my wonderful invention wasn't any invention at all. It
+had been tried and discarded. My father, though, thought I was idling,
+and wrote me a riproaring letter. One word brought on another, until at
+last I walked myself out of the house after our last interview, and told
+my father I would never take another cent from him as long as I lived. I
+had a little money that my mother left me. My father said I'd come back
+as soon as I'd run through with what I had, and that made me mad. I knew
+my lungs weren't in good shape, and the doctors told me to come up here
+and try living in a shanty for a year. I've done it, and I'm cured, and
+my feelings have softened toward my father&mdash;he was a kind old dad when
+he had his own way&mdash;but I can't&mdash;I <i>can't</i> make the first advance to
+him."</p>
+
+<p>Blundon's usual address to Laurie was, "Young feller," but on serious
+occasions he called him "Mr. Vane, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Vane, sir," he said, "do you know the meaning of the word courage?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," answered Laurie, promptly.</p>
+
+<p>"And sense&mdash;good, hard, barnyard sense, Mr. Vane, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," again replied Laurie.</p>
+
+<p>"And, Mr. Vane, sir, do you think you're treatin' your father right?"</p>
+
+<p>"N-n-no," said Laurie, not at all promptly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Mr. Vane, sir," continued Blundon, rising, and getting his
+lantern, "I don't think you can lay any extravagant claims to either
+sense or courage as long as you don't know how to make the first advance
+toward your own father, when you know you ain't treatin' him right.
+There's the express going in the tunnel."</p>
+
+<p>Laurie rose too with a grave face. Blundon's words were few, but Laurie
+had learned to know the man, and to respect him deeply; and Laurie knew
+that Blundon's words were a strong condemnation.</p>
+
+<p>The two went out upon the little platform to see the express pass. The
+night was very dark, without moon or stars. In a minute or two the
+train, a blaze of light from end to end, dashed out of the tunnel, and
+with one wild scream took the three-mile straight stretch down-grade
+like a streak of lightning. Not half the distance had been covered, when
+Blundon, almost dropping the lantern in his surprise, shouted, "She's
+slowing up to stop!"</p>
+
+<p>Almost by the time the words were out of his mouth the locomotive was
+within fifty yards of them, and with a clang, a bang, and a snort it
+came to a full stop. The conductor had jumped off while the train was
+still moving, and he ran up to Blundon and Laurie.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter?" asked Blundon, holding up the lantern in the
+conductor's face.</p>
+
+<p>"Matter enough," answered the conductor. "The engineer slipped on the
+floor of the cab, about ten miles back, and wrenched his arm, so he is
+perfectly helpless, and almost wild with pain; the negro fireman brought
+us the last ten miles, but he couldn't take us over the mountain."</p>
+
+<p>"I reckon <i>I</i> can," said Blundon, coolly. "You know my record."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; and that's why I stopped," answered the conductor. "But look
+here."</p>
+
+<p>He handed out a piece of paper, on which was written clearly:</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>"Pay no attention to a red light on the trestle. It means a hold up
+at the end of the trestle. The men know what is in the express car,
+and they have dynamite.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">"<span class="smcap">A Friend</span>."</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>"Maybe it's a hoax," said Blundon.</p>
+
+<p>"And maybe it ain't a hoax," said the conductor.</p>
+
+<p>Blundon, the conductor, and Laurie had been standing close together
+during this short and half-whispered colloquy, but the negro fireman had
+slipped up behind them, and had seen the note by the lantern's glimmer.</p>
+
+<p>"Good Lawd A'mighty!" he yelled. "De train robbers is arter dis heah
+train! Well, dey ain' gwi git no chance fur to blow dis nigger up wid
+dynamite." And without another word he took to his heels, and
+immediately was lost in the darkness.</p>
+
+<p>"Here's a pretty kettle of fish!" exclaimed the conductor.</p>
+
+<p>"Never you mind," said Blundon, with a grim smile; "this young feller
+will be my fireman, and I'll agree to take the train across the
+mountain, hold up or no hold up. I'm off duty now until six o'clock
+to-morrow morning, and I can get back by that time."</p>
+
+<p>"All right," answered the conductor, going toward the cab, where they
+found the engineer groaning with pain.</p>
+
+<p>"Just groan through the telephone, old man," said Blundon, as they
+helped him out, "and you'll get a doctor from the house over yonder, and
+he'll set your arm in a jiffy."</p>
+
+<p>"Wouldn't it be a good idea," said Laurie, diffidently, "if the engineer
+telephoned to Stoneville that if the train is delayed to send a posse to
+the Stoneville end of the trestle! This is the night the Stoneville
+Light Infantry meet to drill, and they'd be handy in case of a hold up."</p>
+
+<p>The conductor hesitated a moment, then went over to the express car, and
+came back.</p>
+
+<p>"The express messenger says to telephone to the soldier boys, and if it
+is a hoax, he can stand the racket, and if it ain't&mdash;well, he has got
+near ninety thousand dollars in the safe, and he ain't a-going to give
+it away."</p>
+
+<p>In another moment the injured engineer was ringing the telephone bell.
+Two or three passengers then appeared on the platform of the smoker.</p>
+
+<p>"Hello!" cried one of them, in a voice singularly like Laurie's. "What's
+up?"</p>
+
+<p>"Stopping for a new fireman, sir," answered the conductor, airily. "All
+aboard!"</p>
+
+<p>As Laurie took his seat, in the cab beside Blundon, he said, with a pale
+face, "That was my father who spoke."</p>
+
+<p>"Glad of it," bawled Blundon, over the roar of the train. "I hope he's
+got a gun."</p>
+
+<p>Laurie had often heard that one never could judge of a man until he had
+been seen engaged in his own especial vocation, and he found it true as
+regarded Blundon. The old engineer was usually round-shouldered, and had
+a leisurely, not to say lazy, way of moving about. But the instant his
+hand touched the throttle of the engine he became alert and keen-eyed,
+his figure straightened, and the power he possessed intrinsically became
+visible.</p>
+
+<p>The train sped on for an hour before entering a deep cut, at the end of
+which they would have to cross a great ravine<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> over a long trestle. A
+mile or two beyond the trestle was the little manufacturing town of
+Stoneville. As they entered the cut darkness became blackness, and the
+train began to slow up a little before going on the trestle.</p>
+
+<p>Laurie shouted in Blundon's ear, "This is a mighty good place for a
+train robbery!"</p>
+
+<p>Blundon nodded, and Laurie, turning to the window, strained his eyes
+toward the ravine that showed like a huge black shadow before them. And
+in the middle of the trestle a red danger signal burned steadily.</p>
+
+<p>"It's there," cried Laurie to Blundon.</p>
+
+<p>By the time the words were out of his mouth a fusillade of shots rattled
+against the side of the cab.</p>
+
+<p>"Lie down! lie down!" cried Blundon, throwing himself flat on the floor,
+and Laurie promptly followed suit. Then three ghostly figures leaped on
+the train, and two of them catching Blundon and Laurie, held them fast,
+while the third brought the train to a stop.</p>
+
+<p>"Get up," said the first robber to Blundon, who scrambled to a sitting
+posture with a pistol at his ear. The second robber had likewise
+established close connections between Laurie's ear and another pistol,
+but allowed him also to sit up on the floor. The third robber jumped
+off, and presently the crash of dynamite showed that the express car was
+broken into. Then there was a wait of ten minutes, while the robbers, of
+whom there were several, rifled the safe.</p>
+
+<p>During this time Blundon showed such perfect coolness that it calmed
+Laurie's natural excitement, and won the admiration of the highwaymen.</p>
+
+<p>"Euchred, Mr. Vane, sir!" was Blundon's only exclamation, as he sat
+cross-legged, looking at Laurie.</p>
+
+<p>To this Laurie replied, "I told you it was a good place for a train
+robbery."</p>
+
+<p>"Young man," remarked the gentleman who covered Laurie with his pistol,
+"I am afraid you haven't had the advantages of good society, like me and
+my pal there. You hadn't oughter call names, especially on a social
+occasion like this."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps I oughtn't," meekly answered Laurie.</p>
+
+<p>"We are gentlemen, we are," continued this facetious bandit. "We don't
+go in for robbin' ladies of their handbags&mdash;we don't want your little
+silver watch, sonny. We are opposed to the bloated corporations that
+rule this country, and we are doing our best to maintain the rights of
+individuals against them by cleaning out their safes."</p>
+
+<p>Laurie, without arguing this important question, remarked, "If you have
+so much regard for the rights of individuals, I wish you'd let me
+scratch my eye."</p>
+
+<p>"I will do it for you with pleasure," amiably remarked the bandit, and
+with the cold muzzle of the loaded pistol he gently scratched Laurie's
+eye, to that young gentleman's intense discomfort.</p>
+
+<p>In a few minutes more several of the gang who had gone through with the
+safe came to the cab.</p>
+
+<p>"Bring one of those gents out here," said the man who seemed to be the
+leader. "We have got the express car and the engine disconnected from
+the rest of the train, but we don't exactly understand the brakes, and
+we want them set."</p>
+
+<p>A gleam of intelligence passed between Blundon and Laurie which served
+the purpose of words.</p>
+
+<p>"That young feller," said Blundon, indicating Laurie, "is a famous
+brakeman. He invented an air-brake once, only it wouldn't work."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="500" height="383" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">BEFORE A WORD WAS SPOKEN, MR. VANE RECOGNIZED LAURIE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Laurie, still covered by the pistol in the hands of his friends, got out
+of the cab, and soon the sound of hammering and knocking reverberated,
+showing he was working with the brakes. In a little while he was brought
+back, and Blundon and himself were then marched to the passenger car,
+hustled in, and the door locked on them. The first person Laurie's eyes
+rested on was his father. The excited passengers gathered around the
+two, but before a word was spoken Mr. Vane recognized Laurie. In another
+minute the two were in each other's arms. Laurie's first words were:
+"Daddy, I was wrong. I beg you will forgive me&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>But his father could only say, brokenly, "My boy&mdash;my boy!"</p>
+
+<p>Blundon, after a few moments, raised his hand for silence, and then, in
+a low voice, but perfectly distinct to the earnest listeners, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"Ladies and gentlemen, them train-robbers have bitten off more than they
+can chew. We had warning of this at Mudhole Junction, and the reg'lar
+engineer&mdash;I'm only a substitute&mdash;telephoned an hour ago to the
+Stoneville Light Infantry to be here if the train wasn't on time, and no
+doubt the soldiers ain't half a mile away. I've got a young amatoor
+fireman here&mdash;Mr. Laurie Vane&mdash;who invented an air-brake&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"That wouldn't work," added Laurie, <i>sotto voce</i>.</p>
+
+<p>"&mdash;And the robbers took him to set the brakes so they could run away
+with the ingine and express car. But this smart young gentleman
+disconnected the coil of the brakes, and everything about this train is
+just the same as if it was nailed to the tracks. The ingine can spit
+sparks, but she can't turn a wheel, and I'm thinkin' they'll be
+monkeyin' with her until the Stoneville Light Infantry comes along and
+bags 'em every one!"</p>
+
+<p>A silent hand-clapping greeted this; then all the passengers, keeping
+perfectly still, waited for their rescuers to arrive. Meanwhile a great
+noise and whacking went on outside, as the robbers vainly struggled to
+make the engine move. Laurie sat, his arm about his father's neck, and
+although he said but little, every glance was an appeal for forgiveness.
+Blundon had made him out something of a hero in resource, and his
+father's proud recognition of it was plain to all. After fifteen
+minutes' waiting, under high tension, Blundon, peering closely into the
+surrounding darkness, uttered a suppressed chuckle.</p>
+
+<p>"They're comin'," he said. "The robbers don't see 'em; they are too busy
+with the ingine."</p>
+
+<p>A pause followed, unbroken by a word; then a yell, as the robbers
+realized they were surrounded. The passengers locked up in the
+drawing-room car could see little of the scuffle, but they heard it, and
+in a few minutes the door was wrenched open, and an officer in uniform
+announced that the robbers were captured, and called for the engineer to
+come and take charge of the engine.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>Laurie and Blundon both wear watches with inscriptions on them&mdash;gifts
+from the railway company. Laurie is living in his father's house, and
+has altogether given up his dream of inventing a new brake, and is
+reading law very hard, much to his father's delight; and people say,
+"Did you ever see a father and son so fond of one another as Mr. Vane
+and that boy of his?"</p>
+
+<p>And Laurie has several times asked his father, dryly, if he was really
+sorry that his only son had studied up the subject of air-brakes when he
+ought to have been in the class-room. Laurie has promised Blundon that
+once in two years at least he will go to Mudhole Junction. They have had
+but one meeting as yet, since Laurie left, when Blundon sagely remarked:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Vane, sir, I think you did a sight better in holding that train
+down to the track with them ordinary brakes than you ever will with any
+of your own. But the best thing you did, after all, was to ask your
+father's pardon, and you ought to have done it a year before, Mr. Vane,
+sir."</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a name="A_NEW_USE_FOR_APES" id="A_NEW_USE_FOR_APES">A NEW USE FOR APES.</a></h2>
+
+<p>Here's a great note about two very interesting things&mdash;golf and monkeys.
+According to an English paper, lately received, while pets are mostly
+kept for the purpose of merely being petted, now and then they are
+taught to make themselves useful. The latest instance of the useful pet,
+the journal states, is in the case of certain apes which have been
+trained to act as caddies in the now fashionable game of golf. The
+caddie is indispensable to a golf player, and a Miss Dent, whose
+brother, Lieutenant Dent, of the United States Navy, has recently
+returned to America from the China station, has two Formosa apes which
+he brought here, and which they have trained to the business of caddies.
+They wear liveries of white duck, and each has a Turkish fez.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="THE_BOY_SOLDIER_IN_CAMP" id="THE_BOY_SOLDIER_IN_CAMP">THE BOY SOLDIER IN CAMP.</a></h2>
+
+<h3>BY RICHARD BARRY.</h3>
+
+<p>In every boy's heart&mdash;I am sure in every American boy's heart&mdash;there
+lies a love for martial things. The sound of a fife and drum, the sight
+of a soldier's uniform, stir him and set his blood a-tingling. Does
+there exist anywhere a boy or a man who has not "played soldier" at some
+time in his life? No; I judge not in this country.</p>
+
+<p>Everyone who witnessed the Columbian parades in New York remembers the
+march of the city school-boys. With shoulders and heads erect they kept
+their well-formed lines; their young officers knew what they were about,
+and gave their orders sharp and clear.</p>
+
+<p>These boys had been drilled every week on the playground, the street, or
+in one of the regimental armories, and they had caught the spirit of the
+thing.</p>
+
+<p>Some people have been foolish enough to decry military training in our
+public schools. Have they ever thought that these boys will soon be
+large enough to carry real muskets if it should be necessary? The big
+majority of our soldiers in the last great war were under the age of
+twenty-four. But there are other things to be considered.</p>
+
+<p>The writer has for some years past been interested in one of the largest
+boys' clubs in the city of New York. It has grown from a rather unruly
+mob of youngsters, gathered from the streets and tenements of the great
+East Side, to an orderly, well-governed body of over three hundred boys,
+who can be trusted to preserve their own decorum in the club-rooms, and
+who do not need a policeman to make them toe the proper mark. A military
+formation has accomplished this. A large drum-and-fife corps keeps up
+the interest, and the officers and most of the governors of the club are
+chosen from among the boys themselves. A military training promotes a
+respect for proper authority, which is the foundation of all thoroughly
+good citizenship.</p>
+
+<p>But as this is not a lecture on the advantages of the system, we must
+come to the point&mdash;the boy soldier in camp. No doubt the most pleasant
+as well as the most useful part of the drill life of our militia
+regiments is the week's encampment at Peekskill. The men come back brown
+and healthy, and with the satisfaction of having learned something. An
+encampment of boys can accomplish the same results.</p>
+
+<p>At Orrs Mills, Cornwall-on-Hudson, an experiment has been tried with
+great success during the past summer. A camp of instruction and
+recreation was established, and the results should encourage other
+attempts in the same direction.</p>
+
+<p>The life of the soldier boys was a combination of duty, which might be
+called pleasant work, and play. The routine of a regular encampment was
+followed, and as one regiment or brigade left, another took its place,
+the same as at Peekskill.</p>
+
+<p>These boys belonged to a Baptist military organization; they were all in
+charge of an instructor who ranked as Colonel, but the Majors,
+Adjutants, Captains, Lieutenants, and non-commissioned officers were
+boys of from twelve to fourteen.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="500" height="328" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">GUARD MOUNT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>In the early morning the boy bugler turned the camp out at reveille, and
+the sergeants called the first roll; then the companies marched to
+breakfast in the mess-tent, where plain wholesome food was provided in
+plenty. After the meal came guard-mount, a ceremony requiring
+considerable knowledge, and one of the most importance. The old guard
+was relieved and dismissed, and the new one took its place; sentries
+were posted, and the day of the soldier began. Drills and squad details
+followed. Excursions into the neighboring hills, plunges into the
+swimming-pool, and target practice kept the time from dragging, and at
+dress parade in the evening buttons and arms were brightened, the
+regiment took its position on the meadow near the camp, and the
+companies were accounted for. Then the Adjutant read the orders for the
+following day, and the Colonel took command; the drums rolled, the fifes
+shrilled, and as the last note sounded, the cannon roared out sunset,
+and down came the flag. The soldier's day was over. "Taps" set the
+echoes going at nine o'clock, and tired and happy, the boys fell asleep
+in their cots and blankets.</p>
+
+<p>There is no use saying that this does not pay. It is the thing the boys
+like. Tell a boy that a thing is "good for him," and he generally
+dislikes it, but in this case the boys do not have to be told. They take
+to it naturally.</p>
+
+<p>A word as to the starting of a boys' military company might come in well
+here, and might be of interest. It is an easy thing to <i>start</i> one, the
+trouble being to hold it together; and this all depends upon the way one
+goes about it.</p>
+
+<p>All that is necessary at first is to get the boys and find a person who
+is capable and willing to assist them in learning the manual of arms and
+the school of the soldier. Almost any State regiment or separate company
+will supply a man who will take interest enough to attend all drills,
+and give up a fair amount of time for sheer love of soldiering.</p>
+
+<p>There must be one thing kept in mind: there must be no half-way
+interest, and there must be no foolishness; the more serious one is at
+first, the more successful the latter work. It will not take long for a
+boy Lieutenant to be able to take command if he studies; he must enforce
+attention, and be <i>sure</i> in his orders. Once let the others find out
+that he knows well what he is talking about, and they will respect him
+and obey him as eagerly as if he were forty years old and six feet tall.</p>
+
+<p>Arms and uniforms are absolutely necessary, and of course cost money;
+but it is quite surprising at what comparatively small expense a company
+of boys can be outfitted. Drill muskets of wood are the cheapest, and
+can be procured with detachable bayonets, but the best of all is the old
+Springfield smooth bore cut down and reduced to about five pounds in
+weight. A company of boys thirty in number can be equipped with these
+strong pieces at the cost of about sixty dollars. A good uniform costs
+much more; but serviceable fatigue-caps can be purchased for less than a
+dollar, and a uniform made out of good strong blue cloth for five or six
+dollars. Good drums can be procured at about the same expense as the
+uniforms, but it does not pay to get a very cheap drum. By enlisting
+the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> interest of parents, uncles, and the family in general, an eager
+boy will accomplish wonders in outfitting himself, and a fair or an
+entertainment well worked up will draw funds from unexpected sources.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="276" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">THE CAMP.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Supposing, however, that a company of lads connected with a school, a
+society, or perhaps entirely independent, wishes to reap the benefits of
+faithful drilling and go into camp. The first thing to be done is to get
+the older heads to agree in helping out the venture, then to find a
+suitable locality, and one not remote from home.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 598px;">
+<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="598" height="387" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">THE MESS TENT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Good drinking-water, and plenty of it, is a <i>sine qua non</i> (this for our
+Latin scholars). The ground should be dry and hard, and in as much of a
+sheltered position as possible, and there should be a wide open field
+devoid of stumps and muddy places for a drill and play ground. One of
+the first difficulties will be the procuring of tents, and here, of
+course, will come a rub. There are, however, many places where they can
+be rented for the purpose in the big cities, and no make-shift wigwams
+should be attempted. In some States the military authorities, approached
+through the proper channels, may be able to loan tents for the purpose,
+and a letter to the Adjutant-General will procure all the information
+upon the subject. But even if tents are not to be had, the idea of a
+military outing need not be given up. A hay-mow is far from a bad place
+to sleep in, and a fair-sized barn will accommodate a large number of
+boys who do not object to roughing it. The cooking could be done camp
+fashion, outside; and that brings us to one of the most important
+points&mdash;food, what it costs and how to get it. A cook should be hired,
+and one man can cook for a large number if he has a detail of young
+soldiers to help him with the mess-gear. Every boy should bring, besides
+his blankets, a knife, fork, and spoon, and a tin plate and cup. It will
+cost to feed a healthy boy in camp at least forty cents a day; the thing
+to avoid is waste.</p>
+
+<p>In such a short article as this it is out of the question to go into
+general detail, and of course without the help of older people and
+without funds it is impossible to do anything.</p>
+
+<p>A boys' encampment should be managed by the boys themselves so far as
+the duties are concerned. They should be responsible for their own order
+and behavior, but of course it is necessary to have some one with
+experience at the very head, and a doctor or a surgeon must be enlisted
+for the time. This is most important. Any militia regiment would provide
+a volunteer for the position of Colonel or post commander, and care
+should be taken that he is a man who is well fitted to instruct and
+versed in the usages of camp life.</p>
+
+<p>Three or four things the boys must have constantly in mind. While they
+are supposed to have all the enjoyment they can, they must remember that
+they are soldiers, and that duty is first. Once looked at seriously in
+this light, it is wonderfully surprising how quickly a boy will learn.
+Another thing to remember is that every one of them may be an officer
+some day, and that his companions recognize merit as quickly as men do,
+and that he must listen. To a young officer a good word of advice is,
+"make your men listen"; and that can be accomplished by speaking
+distinctly and evenly, and not pompously or in a shambling, careless
+manner.</p>
+
+<p>They say that a week in camp is worth a winter's drill; and if the
+advantages are so great for our grown-up soldiers, they will of course
+work the same way with the boys.</p>
+
+<p>During the war of the rebellion a military school in Virginia turned out
+into active service on the Confederate side. They actually met and
+fought grown men, and stood their ground bravely. Discipline made men of
+them, and a pride in their organization put years on their shoulders. Of
+course it is not expected that our boy companies will be called upon to
+fight nowadays, but as the strength of a nation often depends on the
+striplings in the ranks, it can work no possible harm to begin early. We
+trust that in the next year there will be many new encampments, many new
+companies formed, and that the various State governments will give all
+encouragement to the boy soldiers who in a few years may serve them well
+in the National Guard in case of riot or of trouble.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="SOME_CLEVER_CHILDREN" id="SOME_CLEVER_CHILDREN">SOME CLEVER CHILDREN.</a></h2>
+
+<p>The children of the town of Clitheroe, in England, are not afraid to ask
+for what they want. According to an item in the Lancashire <i>Daily Post</i>
+a meeting of the children of Clitheroe was recently held in the
+market-place to petition the Town Council to provide them with
+play-grounds. There was a fair number present. A boy named John Yates
+presided. It was decided to send the Mayor and Corporation the following
+memorial: "We, the children of Clitheroe, in public meeting assembled,
+beg to lay before you our needs in the matter of play-grounds. We have
+none; if we play at all, we are forced to play in the streets. Then, by
+your instructions, we are liable to be pounced upon by the police and
+prosecuted. Such a state of things, we venture to suggest, is very
+unfair to us, and seeing that you are elected to your positions by our
+fathers and mothers, and as we are sure they would not object to pay a
+little extra in taxes for our benefit&mdash;we are perfectly aware that to
+provide play-grounds would incur expense&mdash;we beg of you to take this
+matter into your serious consideration, and do honor to yourselves by
+recognizing our needs and providing us with play-grounds."</p>
+
+<p>It would seem as if it ought to prove very difficult to the authorities
+to refuse to yield to so reasonable and respectfully framed a request as
+this. Certainly the future of the town of Clitheroe should be an
+interesting one, seeing what style of citizens it is likely to have when
+these brave little boys and girls grow up and "run things" to suit
+themselves.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a name="A_FAIR_EXPLANATION" id="A_FAIR_EXPLANATION">A FAIR EXPLANATION.</a></h2>
+
+<p>There are some men who are never at a loss to give an explanation of any
+thing they are asked about, and often they do not go so far wrong even
+when they have no actual knowledge in the matter. Among these, according
+to a story lately encountered, is a boatswain of one of the large
+transatlantic steamers. A little time ago, as the story has it, one of
+the crew of this steamer (while the passengers were at dinner) picked up
+a menu, and seeing on the top "Table d'hote," inquired of one of his
+mates the meaning of it.</p>
+
+<p>"What does this 'ere mean, Joe?"</p>
+
+<p>Joe, taking the menu, gazed on it with a puzzled air, scratched his
+head, and said: "I can't make nothing out of it. Let's go to old Coffin;
+he's a scholard, and sure to know."</p>
+
+<p>On giving the menu to the boatswain, he thoughtfully stroked his chin,
+and said: "Well, look 'ere, mates, it's like this 'ere. Them swells down
+in the saloon have some soup, a bit of fish, a bit of this, and a bit of
+that, and a hit of summat else, and calls it 'table dottie.' We haves
+'table dottie,' only we mixes it all together and calls it Irish stew."</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a name="GRANDFATHERS_ADVENTURES" id="GRANDFATHERS_ADVENTURES">GRANDFATHER'S ADVENTURES.</a></h2>
+
+<h3>KIDNAPPING POOR COOLIES.</h3>
+
+<h3>BY CAPTAIN HOWARD PATTERSON.</h3>
+
+<p>The rain was sweeping a musical tattoo against the windows of the room
+in which Ralph Pell was devouring an ancient volume of sea-yarns,
+discovered by him that morning among other old books in the attic chest,
+and which collection represented the little ship's library that had been
+carried by Grandfather Sterling's vessel on many long and venturesome
+voyages to all quarters of the globe. In a sleepy-hollow chair near the
+window that overlooked a sweep of sodden meadow-land sat the old sailor,
+his eyes closed, and his head nodding over a long-stemmed pipe in which
+the fire had gone out some time before, but whose mouth-piece he held
+between his lips with something like the tenacity of a bull-dog's grip.</p>
+
+<p>As Ralph ran his eyes along the line of type that marked the ending of
+the last story, he gave expression to a sigh in which enjoyment and
+regret were equally divided, and turned the leaves of the book through
+his fingers idly, as though reluctant to realize that he had parted
+company with its sea heroes, buccaneers, beautiful captive maidens, and
+other characters who had played their several parts against backgrounds
+of tempest, fire, and piracy.</p>
+
+<p>"Grandpop!" he called, gently, and the old man slept on. "Oh, grandpop!"
+he said, in a louder voice; but the grizzled seaman responded only by a
+little deeper snore and a tighter hold upon the stem of his pipe. A
+mischievous look stole into Ralph's eyes. Suddenly he called out strong,
+"There goes flukes!"</p>
+
+<p>"Where away?" shouted Grandfather Sterling, dropping his pipe and
+jumping excitedly to his feet, imagining that he was on board of a
+whaling-ship, and that the lookout had reported a school of whales in
+sight.</p>
+
+<p>At this Ralph threw himself back in his chair, laughing heartily, and
+did not observe the old sailor's look of bewilderment change to that of
+comprehension and fun-making. Grandfather quietly laid hold of the
+fire-bellows hanging on the chimney front, stole across the room to
+Ralph's chair, and just as its occupant was indulging in a renewed burst
+of mirth the nozzle of the bellows found its way into his generously
+open mouth, and a strong and unexpected rush of air sent his head
+bumping against the back cushion.</p>
+
+<p>"There she blows! There she blows!" yelled Grandfather Sterling, as he
+worked the bellows handles energetically.</p>
+
+<p>After the merriment had ended, and the Captain's pipe had been recovered
+and lit, Ralph said:</p>
+
+<p>"Grandpop, there's a story in that old book of yours about the way that
+the poor coolies were deceived in the East Indies and taken to other
+countries to work as slaves. Do you know any stories about them?"</p>
+
+<p>The old sailor nodded an affirmative. Ralph was all excitement in a
+moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, tell the story, grandpop, please! When did it happen, and what is
+it about?"</p>
+
+<p>Captain Sterling allowed a cloud of smoke to float slowly upward in
+front of him in order to screen the look of mischief in his gray eyes,
+then answered,</p>
+
+<p>"It happened a good many years ago, Ralph, and it is about a ship that I
+was an officer on when she was in the coolie trade."</p>
+
+<p>Ralph jumped to his feet in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>"Grandfather," he said, with a break in his voice, "you don't mean that
+<i>you</i> were once little better than a negro-slaver? It can't be true.
+You're only fooling; now tell the truth, grandpop."</p>
+
+<p>The ashes in the bowl of his pipe seemed to require all of the Captain's
+attention as he replied, quite meekly,</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Ralph, it's kinder tough to admit it, but the truth is I was once
+a member of the crew of the most noted 'coolie packet' in the business."</p>
+
+<p>Seeing the grieved, reproachful look on Ralph's face, the Captain added:</p>
+
+<p>"Of course it may make you think a little better of your grandfather
+when I tell you that I would not have joined such a vessel willingly,
+and that I did not know her character until I was on board."</p>
+
+<p>Ralph hurried to his grandfather's side, passed his arm affectionately
+around the old man's neck, and said, in a relieved way:</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so glad you said that, grandpop, because I wouldn't want to know
+that my grandfather had ever been a coolie-stealer. And now, after
+scaring a fellow so badly, the least you can do to make things square is
+to tell the story in your best style, which you would call 'ship-shape
+and Bristol fashion.'"</p>
+
+<p>"All right, my boy, I'll do penance in that way; and now to begin:</p>
+
+<p>"I had gone out to China as second mate of the ship <i>White Cloud</i>. She
+was an old vessel, and in a typhoon that we made acquaintance with had
+been so badly strained and damaged that we just managed to reach port by
+keeping all hands at the pumps day and night for more than a week.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> A
+board of survey condemned the ship, pronouncing her unfit for further
+service, so all hands were paid off, and we then cast about for other
+berths. I was offered several chances to go before the mast, but having
+been an officer, I disliked to again enter the forecastle. I had
+considerable money, so held back, waiting for something better to turn
+up. At last I was told by one of the shipping-masters that a big English
+vessel had dropped anchor in the harbor to send her second mate to the
+hospital, as he was suffering with the fever peculiar to that coast, and
+that I could get the vacant office by applying to the British Consul. I
+at once made my way to the consulate, saw the Captain of the <i>Irving
+Castle</i>, hurriedly signed articles to serve as her second officer, and
+an hour from that time was on board the ship. As soon as I stepped over
+the rail I saw that she was a 'coolie-runner,' and would have backed out
+if possible; but it was too late, so I was forced to make the best of a
+bad bargain.</p>
+
+<p>"I will not attempt to describe to you the horrors of that voyage&mdash;how
+we ran out of water owing to calms and head-winds, and how sickness
+ravaged among the wretched creatures packed like pigs in the hold of the
+ship. You may get an idea of that fearful time when I tell you that out
+of the eight hundred coolies that we had on board at the time of
+sailing, only one hundred and fifty lived to reach the port where the
+full measure of their deception and betrayal was realized. The poor
+ignorant fellows had understood that the contract signed by them was
+simply an agreement to work on a plantation at good wages, and that they
+were to be free agents to remain or to be returned to their country
+after a short time, when the expense of their passage had been worked
+out. Instead of that they discovered that such an exorbitant rate was
+charged for their transportation that it would require several years'
+labor to clear them of debt, and a like number more before they would be
+entitled to the return voyage. Protest availed them nothing, and they
+were led away as so many slaves to begin their weary servitude.</p>
+
+<p>"I was heart-sick of the trade, and a little ashamed, too, of sailing
+under a foreign flag, so I left the <i>Irving Castle</i> at the first
+opportunity. I know that all hands were glad to see the 'Yankee' go, for
+I had held up the honor of my own country in a rather forcible way on
+several occasions when the discussion as to the wars of 1776 and 1812
+had waxed warm beyond the limits of what might be called gentlemanly
+argument.</p>
+
+<p>"And now, my boy, you know how it was that I came to serve on a
+'coolie-slaver' under the British flag."</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><a name="THE_IMP_OF_THE_TELEPHONE" id="THE_IMP_OF_THE_TELEPHONE">THE IMP OF THE TELEPHONE.</a></h2>
+
+<h3>BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.</h3>
+
+<h3>I.&mdash;JIMMIEBOY MAKES HIS ACQUAINTANCE.</h3>
+
+<p>The telephone was ringing, of that there was no doubt, and yet no one
+went to see what was wanted, which was rather strange. The cook had a
+great way of rushing up from the kitchen to where the 'phone stood in
+the back hall whenever she heard its sounding bells, because a great
+many of her friends were in the habit of communicating with her over the
+wire, and she didn't like to lose the opportunity to hear all that was
+going on in the neighborhood. And then, too, Jimmieboy's papa was at
+work in the library not twenty feet away, and surely one would hardly
+suppose that he would let it ring as often as Jimmieboy had heard it
+this time&mdash;I think there were as many as six distinct rings&mdash;without
+going to ask the person at the other end what on earth he was making all
+that noise about. So it was altogether queer that after sounding six
+times the bell should fail to summon any one to see what was wanted.
+Finally it rang loud and strong for a seventh time, and, although he
+wasn't exactly sure about it, Jimmieboy thought he heard a whisper
+repeated over and over again, which said, "Hullo, Jimmieboy! Jimmieboy,
+Hullo! Come to the telephone a moment, for I want to speak to you."</p>
+
+<p>Whether there really was any such whisper as that or not, Jimmieboy did
+not delay an instant in rushing out into the back hall and climbing upon
+a chair that stood there to answer whoever it was that was so anxious to
+speak to somebody.</p>
+
+<p>"Hullo, you!" he said, as he got his little mouth over the receiver.</p>
+
+<p>"Hullo!" came the whisper he thought he had heard before. "Is that you,
+Jimmieboy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. It's me," returned Jimmieboy. "Who are you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm me, too," answered the whisper with a chuckle. "Some people call me
+Hello Hithere Whoareyou, but my real name is Impy. I am the Imp of the
+Telephone, and I live up here in this little box right over where your
+mouth is."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me!" ejaculated Jimmieboy in pleased surprise. "I didn't know
+anybody ever lived in that funny little closet, though I had noticed it
+had a door with a key-hole in it."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I can see you now through the key-hole, but you can't see me,"
+said the Imp, "and I'm real sorry you can't, for I am ever so pretty. I
+have beautiful mauve-colored eyes with eyelashes of pink, long and fine
+as silk. My eyebrows are sort of green like the lawn gets after a sun
+shower in the late spring. My hair, which is hardly thicker than the
+fuzzy down or the downy fuzz&mdash;as you prefer it&mdash;of a peach, is colored
+like the lilac, and my clothes are a bright red, and I have a pair of
+gossamer wings to fly with."</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't there any chance of my ever seeing you?" asked Jimmieboy.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, of course," said the Imp. "Just the best chance in all the world.
+Do you remember the little key your papa uses to lock his new cigar box
+with?"</p>
+
+<p>"The little silver key he carries on the end of his watch chain?"
+queried Jimmieboy, eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"The very same," said the Imp, "That key is the only key in this house
+that will fit this lock. If you can get it and will open the door you
+can see me, and if you will eat a small apple I give you when we do
+meet, you will smallen up until you are big enough to get into my room
+here and see what a wonderful place it is. Do you think you can get the
+key?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," Jimmieboy answered. "I asked papa to let me have it
+several times already, but he has always said no."</p>
+
+<p>"It looks hopeless, doesn't it?" returned the Imp. "But I'll tell you
+how I used to do with my dear old father when he wouldn't let me have
+things I wanted. I'd just ask him the same old question over and over
+again in thirteen different ways, and if I didn't get a yes in answer to
+one of 'em, why, I'd know it was useless; but the thirteenth generally
+brought me the answer I wanted."</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose that would be a good way," said Jimmieboy, "but I really
+don't see how I could ask for the key in thirteen different ways."</p>
+
+<p>"You don't, eh?" said the Imp, in a tone of disappointment. "Well, I
+<i>am</i> surprised. You are the first little boy I have had anything to do
+with who couldn't ask for a thing, no matter what it was, in thirteen
+different ways. Why, it's as easy as falling up stairs."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me a few ways," suggested Jimmieboy.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, first there is the direct way," returned the Imp, "You say just
+as plainly as can be, 'Daddy, I want the key to your cigar box.' He will
+reply, 'No, you are too young to smoke,' and that will make your mamma
+laugh, which will be a good thing in case your papa is feeling a little
+cross when you ask him. There is nothing that puts a man in a good humor
+so quickly as laughing at his jokes. That's way number one," continued
+the Imp. "You wait five minutes before you try the second way, which is,
+briefly, to climb upon your father's knee and say, 'There are two ends
+to your watch chain, aren't there, papa?' He'll say, 'Yes; everything
+has two ends except circles, which haven't any'; then you laugh, because
+he may think that's funny, and then you say, 'You have a watch at one
+end, haven't you?' His answer will be, 'Yes; it has been there fifteen
+years, and although it has been going all that time it hasn't gone yet.'
+You must roar with laughter at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> that, and then ask him what he has at
+the other end, and he'll say, 'The key to my cigar box,' to which you
+must immediately reply, 'Give it to me, won't you?' And so you go on,
+leading up to that key in everything you do or say for the whole day, if
+it takes that long to ask for it thirteen times. If he doesn't give it
+to you then, you might as well give up, for you'll never get it. It
+always worked when I was little, but it may have been because I put the
+thirteenth question in rhyme every time. If I wanted a cream cake, I'd
+ask for it and ask for it, and if at the twelfth time of asking I hadn't
+got it, I'd put it to him finally this way&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"'<i>I used to think that you could do</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Most everything; but now I see</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>You can't, for it appears that you</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Can't give a creamy cake to me.</i>'"</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>"But I can't write poetry," said Jimmieboy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes you can!" laughed the Imp. "Anybody can. I've written lots of
+it. I wrote a poem to my papa once which pleased him very much, though
+he said he was sorry I had discovered what he called his secret."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you got it with you?" asked Jimmieboy, very much interested in
+what the Imp was saying, because he had often thought, as he reflected
+about the world, that of all the men in it his papa seemed to him to be
+the very finest, and it was his great wish to grow up to be as like him
+as possible; and surely if any little boy could, as the Imp had said,
+write some kind of poetry, he might, after all, follow in the footsteps
+of his father, whose every production, Jimmieboy's mamma said, was just
+as nice as it could be.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. I have it here, where I keep everything, in my head. Just glue
+your ear as tightly as you can to the 'phone and I'll recite it for you.
+This is it:</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>I've watched you, papa, many a day.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>And think I know you pretty well;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>You've been my chum&mdash;at work, at play&mdash;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>You've taught me how to romp and spell.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>You've taught me how to sing sweet songs;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>You've taught me how to listen, too;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>You've taught me rights; you've shown me wrongs;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>You've made me love the good and true.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>Sometimes you've punished me, and I</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Sometimes have wept most grievously</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>That yours should lie the hand whereby</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>The things I wished were kept from me.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>Sometimes I've thought that you were stern;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Sometimes I could not understand</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>Why you should make my poor heart burn</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>By scoldings and by reprimand.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>Yet as it all comes back, I see</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>My sorrows, though indeed most sore</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>In those dear days they seemed to me,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Grieved you at heart by far the more.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>The frowns that wrinkled up your brow,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>That grieved your little son erstwhile,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>As I reflect upon them now,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>Were always softened by a smile.</i></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>That shone, dear father, in your eyes;</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>A smile that was but ill concealed,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>By which the love that in you lies</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>For me, your boy, was e'er revealed.</i>"</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>Here the Imp stopped.</p>
+
+<p>"Go on," said Jimmieboy, softly. "Tell me some more."</p>
+
+<p>"There isn't any more," replied the Imp. "When I got that far I couldn't
+write any more, because I kind of got running over. I didn't seem to fit
+myself exactly. Myself was too big for myself, and so I had to stop and
+sort of settle down again."</p>
+
+<p>"Your papa must have been very much pleased," suggested Jimmieboy.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he was," said the Imp; "although I noticed a big tear in his eye
+when I read it to him; but he gave me a great big hug for the poem, and
+I was glad I'd written it. But you must run along and get that key, for
+my time is very short, and if we are to see Magnetville and all the wire
+country we must be off."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps if the rhyme always brings about the answer you want, it would
+be better for me to ask the question that way first, and not bother him
+with the other twelve ways," suggested Jimmieboy.</p>
+
+<p>"That's very thoughtful of you," said the Imp. "I think very likely it
+would be better to do it that way. Just you tiptoe softly up to him and
+say,</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"<i>If you loved me as I love you,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>And I were you and you were me,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;"><i>What you asked me I'd surely do,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><i>And let you have that silver key.</i>"</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>"I think that's just the way," said Jimmieboy, repeating the verse over
+and over again so as not to forget it. "I'll go to him at once."</p>
+
+<p>And he did go. He tiptoed into the library, at one end of which his papa
+was sitting writing; he kissed him on his cheek, and whispered the verse
+softly in his ear.</p>
+
+<p>"Why certainly," said his papa, when he had finished. "Here it is,"
+taking the key from the end of his chain. "Don't lose it, Jimmieboy."</p>
+
+<p>"No, I'll not lose it. I've got too much use for it to lose it," replied
+Jimmieboy, gleefully, and then, sliding down from his papa's lap, he ran
+headlong into the back hall to where the telephone stood, inserted the
+key in the key-hole of the little door over the receiver and turned it.
+The door flew open, and before him stood the Imp.</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 316px;">
+<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="316" height="400" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">BEFORE HIM STOOD THE IMP.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT" id="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="700" height="141" alt="INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Two weeks ago, in commenting upon the Spirit displayed by a certain
+class of scholastic athletes&mdash;they cannot properly be called
+sportsmen&mdash;I remarked that should ribbons be offered as prizes at future
+interscholastic track-athletic games, I feared five-eighths of those who
+enter under existing conditions would take no further interest in the
+sports. I feared at the time this might be a slight exaggeration, and I
+hope it is: but that my assumption was well grounded there is no doubt.
+I heard of one young man, who proudly canters about the cinder track in
+the spring-time, and claims to be a sportsman, who upon reading the
+paragraph in question exclaimed: "Ribbons? Well, I guess not. You can
+bet that if they had ribbons for prizes, <i>I</i> would be one of the
+five-eighths that would drop out!"</p>
+
+<p>If the awarding of ribbons as prizes could purge the ranks of school
+athletics of such cup-hunting, medal-seeking mercenaries as that young
+man frankly admits he is, I devoutly hope and pray the expedient may be
+adopted. In chemistry there is a way of testing fluids for impurities by
+applying certain acids. If some good genie would only come up out of the
+earth and apply the ribbon test to interscholastic sport as conducted in
+New York city, I can assure him he would get a response that would
+startle him. But I don't suppose there is any use of advocating the
+ribbon scheme. I know, as well as the next man, that it would be
+impracticable. The custom of awarding prizes of value has become too
+general for us to be able to do away with it, even in behalf of such a
+holy cause as the purification of sport. Such a step, too, would injure
+the clean as well as the unclean, and although there is no doubt the
+former would be quite willing to suffer temporarily for the sake of
+redeeming or of getting rid of the latter, the suggestion is too
+radical, I am well aware, to be put into execution. We shall have to
+look for some other method of routing these Tammanyites of
+interscholastic sport.</p>
+
+<p>A great many of these mercenary medal-hunters, like the young man I have
+quoted, will probably sneer at what I am now saying, and will perhaps
+consider me a crank. But a few years from now, if they still remain in
+the field of athletics (if they have not been chased out of it by
+ribbons or some other purifying element), they will see that I am right,
+and that this Department is none too severe in its arraignment of this
+class of sports. For they are "sports." They are not "sportsmen." There
+is a big difference between a "sport" and a "sportsman." A true
+"sportsman" is always a gentleman by instinct, if not by birth and
+education, and he engages in sport for sport's sake only. He does by
+others as he would be done by. A "sport" enters contests for mercenary
+motives, and as a rule prefers to do others.</p>
+
+<p>Young men who are just entering athletics, who are going into contests
+with other amateurs, and hope to continue to engage in sports through
+their school days and college days, and even after that time during
+hours not devoted to the serious work of life, cannot too soon become
+convinced of the fact and imbued with the idea that true sportsmanship
+lies in playing for the sake of the game, and not for the sake of the
+victory or for the prize that victory may bring. "Sport for sport's
+sake" should be the motto of every scholastic athletic association in
+the country, and of every boy who takes part in any game&mdash;from marbles
+up.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="500" height="410" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">Argensinger, m'g'r.<br />
+Edwards, r. g. Kafer, f.-b.<br />
+Righter, l. e. Noble, sub. Powell, q.-b. Dibble, l. h.-b. and Capt. Arrott, sub. Emerson, r. t.<br />
+Cadwalader, l. t. Richards, l. g. Davis r. h.-b Eddy, r. e. Simons, c.<br /><br />
+THE LAWRENCEVILLE FOOTBALL TEAM.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>In all justice, however, to these young men whom I am addressing as they
+probably never have been addressed before, let me say that their
+"sporting" spirit (and I use this word here in the sense of a bad
+mercenary spirit in matters of sport) is largely due to the attitude
+adopted by some of the principals of the New York schools. I do not
+hesitate a moment to put a large part of the blame on these principals,
+because they deserve it, and are directly responsible for a great deal
+of the unsportsmanlike conduct of the boys who attend their schools. If
+they chose, they could easily prevent a great deal of the evil that is
+done to the true spirit of sportsmanship. But they do not look at it in
+that way. Their idea is to encourage sport for the sake of the medals to
+be won, and they look upon a championship as one of the best of
+advertisements for their school. Medals, medals, and more medals; and
+let sport take care of itself! There was a rumor last spring that one of
+the New York principals made one of his pupils sign an agreement to the
+effect that he would only enter in certain events at the interscholastic
+games. The young man was after medals, and wanted to grab for several;
+but the older "sport" was wiser, and he knew there was a better chance
+for gold or silver disks if the energy was concentrated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> on certain
+ones. All this may be idle talk and without the slightest foundation. I
+hope it is; but it was a good healthy rumor, at any rate, last spring.</p>
+
+<p>The managers of the New York Football Association are having
+considerable difficulty in securing the services of college graduates to
+act as umpires and referees at interscholastic championship games. It is
+easy to see that this might very well be a hard task, for the games are
+played at Williamsbridge, and it means a whole afternoon devoted to the
+purpose for a college graduate&mdash;in all probability in business&mdash;to
+accept an invitation to act as an official on these occasions.
+Nevertheless, in this great city of New York there ought to be a
+sufficient number of graduates of the local schools, likewise graduates
+of colleges, familiar enough with the game to be efficient, and willing
+to devote at least one or two afternoons of the season to the good work
+of advancing the interests of football in the schools.</p>
+
+<p>It is not right to expect the players to do everything. They deserve
+some encouragement from their elders; and it certainly is discouraging
+for two teams to appear on the field, and find that there are no
+officials to conduct the play. It is not advisable to have officers of
+the N.Y.I.S.F.B.A., or other students or tutors of the schools, act as
+officials, because disputes are more liable to occur under these
+circumstances. And yet if there is no one else at hand or available, it
+is better to take such men for officials than to call the game off. But
+I believe that by using forethought and energy enough college men can be
+found to act as umpires and referees for the remaining games this
+season. Students of the schools are perfectly competent to serve as
+linesmen.</p>
+
+<p>An example of the undesirability of student officials was the recent
+game between Cheshire and the Hopkins Grammar School. The reports of
+that contest as given by the newspapers are something appalling to
+contemplate. If we could believe them we should almost feel like giving
+up our faith in the sportsmanship of that region. Aside from other
+misdeeds, which have nothing to do with sport, credited to them, the
+Hopkins Grammar lads are accused of having played one or more Yale
+medical students on their team. On the other hand, the New Haven players
+accuse their opponents of playing several teachers. (If this be true I
+commend last week's Interscholastic Sport columns to the Cheshire
+scholars.) But whatever the rights and the wrongs of the case may be, it
+is a disgraceful state of affairs, and one that we can well afford to
+pass over in silence as far as the details are concerned.</p>
+
+<p>The point I was leading up to is that the disabled Captain of the
+Hopkins team is reported to have acted as umpire, his place on the field
+being taken by a player named Jewett. The report of the game as printed
+in a New Haven paper goes on to say: "Neither side scored until just
+before the whistle was blown for the end of the first half, when Acting
+Captain Jewett of Hopkins secured the ball and rushed over the line.
+Cheshire claimed time was up, and, according to their version, they were
+supported by the Hopkins Captain as umpire. Acting Captain Jewett,
+however, decided to quit, and the game stopped. Then followed trouble."
+There it is in a nutshell. Jewett decided to quit, because he was not
+satisfied with the umpire's decision. And the umpire was the actual
+Captain of the team which Jewett had charge of and which proved a
+"quitter." If there is anything a sportsman justly despises it is a
+"quitter."</p>
+
+<p>But the Hopkins Grammar players are not the only ones subject to the
+edifying affection commonly called sulks. Last week the French-American
+College and the High-School teams of Springfield, Massachusetts, met in
+a "friendly contest." They were going to play for "sport," of course.
+(Sport for sport's sake, you remember.) Well, it seems that two
+instructors, Mr. Turner and Mr. McGregor, officiated as referee and
+umpire. There was an off-side play, and both officials so agreed and
+decided. Then the College team refused to play any further, and became
+quitters. What I cannot understand in all this is why any team of
+presumably sensible young men, after having agreed to abide by the
+decisions of gentlemen in whom at the time they must have had
+confidence, should refuse to abide by a decision as soon as one is made
+against them. I have said so many times in the few lines that I have
+written this week that this or that was unsportsmanlike, that I think we
+had better drop this painful subject now and turn to something more
+cheerful.</p>
+
+<p>It would seem from the score of the recent game between Hartford High
+and Hillhouse High, that the former had had a hard time of it. In
+reality, the victory was an easy one. Hartford caught the ball at the
+kick-off, and by a series of carefully planned plays forced it down the
+field and over Hillhouse's line for a touch-down. These were the only
+points scored, although the ball was in Hillhouse's territory during
+most of the game. Play was carried on in a pouring rain, which made runs
+around the end almost impossible. Most of the gains on both sides were
+obtained by sending the runners between guard and centre or guard and
+tackle. New Haven's team was as good as could be gotten out of the
+school, but it was considerably inferior in ability and weight to
+Hartford's. Smith and Erickson were weak at the end positions, but not
+much worse than their opponents; but the tackles, Collet and Russell,
+were strong.</p>
+
+<p>The Hartford centre was superior to that of the New Haven team, and had
+little trouble in making holes for the backs to plunge through. McQuade
+at full-back did fully as well as Hartford's man Luce, who is looked
+upon as the crack player in his position in the league, and he was
+responsible for a number of the advances made by his side. On the whole,
+the weather conditions were such as to make a just criticism of the work
+of either team impossible, because no doubt most of the fumbling and
+poor tackling was due to the slippery condition of things in general.
+There was a good deal of ragged playing, however, that cannot be excused
+even on the ground of rain and mud, and Hillhouse especially needs to
+brace up and give attention to interference, and to the breaking up of
+interference.</p>
+
+<p>Hartford put up a good game a few days later against the Yale Freshmen,
+who defeated the school team 20 to 0. There was no scoring done in the
+first half except a safety by Hartford. In the second the Yale men sent
+eight fresh players into the field, and from then on Hartford had little
+show of winning. I think if the same teams had played from start to
+finish, there would have been a different story to tell at the end of
+the game.</p>
+
+<p>Parental interference in boys' sports is always to be regretted,
+especially if the sport is being carried on under rules and conditions
+which experience has shown to be good ones, and under the supervision of
+older persons, who are, as trainers and coaches, just as anxious for the
+young player's health and condition as the most nervous mother could be.
+If a boy is sent to a private school it is fair to presume that his
+parents have confidence in the judgment and integrity of the principal
+and instructors, regardless of their intellectual and scholarly
+attainments or of their pedagogical talents. Therefore, if these
+professors, in whom the parents have expressed their confidence by
+confiding their sons to their care, approve of athletic sports in
+general, and of football at this season in particular, the parents,
+being less able to judge of the merits of the question, should allow
+their boys to take part in these sports until they have good reason to
+discredit the instructor's judgment. Parents, as I have frequently said
+before, are too often influenced by exaggerated reports of football
+accidents occurring to untrained players taking part in unscientific
+contests.</p>
+
+<p>There is no danger to a healthy boy who plays football under the
+supervision of a competent coach. For this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> reason it is my opinion&mdash;and
+I am sure the opinion of all lovers of football&mdash;that the parents of the
+Barnard School boys who forbade their sons to take part in the game,
+have made a mistake which they will doubtless recognize when they become
+more familiar with the sport. The action of these parents has resulted
+in the disbanding of the first team at Barnard. This eleven had already
+won several victories, and the players were looking forward to earning a
+creditable position in the league, but now all this has been given up.</p>
+
+<p>But the true spirit of sportsmanship has not by any means been
+extinguished in the school. The players with the objecting parents have
+retired, and the first team has fallen to pieces, but the fragments have
+been collected by an energetic captain, and new men have been found who
+practise on the gridiron daily; not with the view of getting into shape
+for this season, but to train players for next year. This is true
+sportsmanship. These boys are going into sport for sport's sake, and
+should be encouraged. They are of the stuff that winning teams are made
+of.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">W.&nbsp;L. Dubois</span>, Urbana, Ohio.&mdash;You might lighten your racket by
+scraping it with glass or sand-paper, or by hollowing out the
+handle. Don't soak it. You will find it more satisfactory in the
+end to buy another, or to trade your own off for a lighter one.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">K.&nbsp;M. Towner</span>, Asbury Park, New Jersey.&mdash;A correct diagram of
+<i>Defender</i> is not to be had. Some of the yachting papers published
+approximately correct diagrams at the time of the recent races.
+There will be an article on the construction of model yachts in
+the volume of <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span>, which begins with this issue.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">The Graduate</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"><a name="THE_CAMERA_CLUB" id="THE_CAMERA_CLUB"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="450" height="151" alt="THE CAMERA CLUB" />
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly
+answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to
+hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.</p></blockquote>
+
+<h3>OUR PRIZE OFFER.</h3>
+
+<p>Our prize offer has brought many queries in regard to the rules of the
+competition, the printing, mounting, and marking of the pictures, the
+style of picture required, etc. Though the rules and requirements were
+made as plain and concise as possible, we are quite willing to go more
+into detail and to answer any question which will aid our Camera Club to
+make this competition the best we have yet conducted.</p>
+
+<p>The competition "open to all amateurs" seems to call forth the most
+queries. "Can any one under eighteen take part in it?" "Can an amateur
+under eighteen send pictures to both contests?" "Must an adult amateur
+be a member of the Order?" "May an amateur under eighteen who wishes to
+take part in both competitions send the same picture to each?" are some
+of the questions asked.</p>
+
+<p>The prize offer "open to all amateurs" is, as stated in the circular,
+open to all amateurs who desire to take part in it, <i>without regard to
+age limit</i>. This, of course, admits any member of the club under
+eighteen, and any member under eighteen may take part in both
+competitions. Any adult amateur who wishes to enter the competition may
+become a "Patron" of the Order by simply sending name and address on a
+postal to <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span>. While there is no condition which would
+prevent an amateur sending the same picture to both competitions, it is
+expected that he or she will not do so, as it would be hardly fair to
+allow a picture to win a prize in both competitions, provided it was the
+best of its class, for both are, of course, under the same rules, and
+have the same classes.</p>
+
+<p>One correspondent wishes to know if he may send bromide prints.
+Referring to Rule V, he will see that any printing process may be used,
+with the exception of the blue-print. This is no reflection on the
+blue-print process, which is sometimes preferable for some pictures; but
+blue prints are usually excluded from photographic competitions, as it
+is harder to judge the real merits of a picture from a blue print, and
+they do not reproduce as well as those in black and white.</p>
+
+<p>The date for receiving marine pictures has already closed, but landscape
+pictures will be received until November 18th. It is not too late in the
+season to make landscape pictures, and photographs taken when the trees
+are partly stripped of leaves are sometimes finer than those taken when
+the foliage is in its prime. "Wood interiors" can only be made either in
+the autumn or early spring.</p>
+
+<p>In making landscape do not try to include too much in the picture.
+Landscape artists seldom make a picture which includes extended view.
+They select some picturesque spot, with a clump of bushes and bit of
+stream, perhaps, and make a picture which is a thing of beauty, which
+could not be done if they climbed some lofty hill, and made a picture of
+the wide stretch of landscape before them. A picture answering this
+latter description is entirely out of proportion to the small 4&nbsp;x&nbsp;5
+plate into which it is compressed, and can only be used with
+success in a lantern-slide.</p>
+
+<p>Take special pains with the finishing and mounting of the pictures. Do
+not use a 4&nbsp;x&nbsp;5 card-mount for a 4&nbsp;x&nbsp;5 picture.
+Use at least a card 6&nbsp;x&nbsp;8 in size. See recent numbers for
+hints on mounting pictures.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h3>Highest of all in Leavening Strength.&mdash;Latest U.&nbsp;S. Gov't Report.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="600" height="168" alt="Royal Baking Powder" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>Arnold</h2>
+
+<h2>Constable &amp; Co</h2>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h3>Lyons Silks.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Plaid Silks, "Pim's" Plaid Irish Poplins, Satin and Velvet Stripes,
+Chené Taffetas, Glacé &amp; Caméléon Taffetas.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h3>Rich Brocades.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Faille, Peau de Soie, Satin de Lyon.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p class="center"><i>Novelties for</i></p>
+
+<h3>Bridesmaids' Dresses.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Grenadines, Gazes, and Crêpes.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h3>Lyons Velvets</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>for Cloaks, Capes, and Dresses.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>Broadway &amp; 19th st.</h4>
+
+<h4>NEW YORK.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h4>GRATEFUL&mdash;COMFORTING.</h4>
+
+<h2>EPPS'S COCOA.</h2>
+
+<h4>BREAKFAST&mdash;SUPPER.</h4>
+
+<p>"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations
+of digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the fine
+properties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps has provided for our
+breakfast and supper a delicately flavored beverage which may save us
+many heavy doctors' bills. It is by the judicious use of such articles
+of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong
+enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies
+are floating around us ready to attack wherever there is a weak point.
+We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified
+with pure blood and a properly nourished frame."&mdash;<i>Civil Service
+Gazette</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only in half-pound tins, by
+Grocers, labelled thus:</p>
+
+<h4>JAMES EPPS &amp; CO., Ltd.,</h4>
+
+<h4>Hom&oelig;opathic Chemists, London, England.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT</h2>
+
+<p class="center">of the award on</p>
+
+<p class="center"><b>GILLOTT'S PENS</b> at the <span class="smcap">Chicago Exposition</span>.</p>
+
+<p>AWARD: "For excellence of steel used in their manufacture, it being fine
+grained and elastic; superior workmanship, especially shown by the
+careful grinding which leaves the pens free from defects. The tempering
+is excellent and the action of the finished pens perfect."</p>
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align="left">(Signed)</td><td align="left">FRANZ VOGT,</td><td align="left"><i>Individual Judge</i>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Approved:</td><td align="left">{H.&nbsp;I. KIMBALL,</td><td align="left"><i>Pres't Departmental Committee</i>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="left">{JOHN BOYD THACHER,</td><td align="left"><i>Chairman Exec. Com. on Awards</i>.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>FREE</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="300" height="33" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>As a sample of our 1000 BARGAINS we will send FREE this elegant Fountain
+Pen, warranted a perfect writer, and immense Illus. Bargain Catalogue,
+for 10c to cover postage, etc.</p>
+
+<h4>R.&nbsp;H. INGERSOLL &amp; BRO., 65 CORTLANDT ST., N.&nbsp;Y. CITY.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="300" height="46" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"><a name="BICYCLING" id="BICYCLING"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="300" height="70" alt="BICYCLING" />
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>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.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;W., the
+Editor will be pleased to furnish subscribers with membership
+blanks and information so far as possible.</p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 195px;">
+<img src="images/ill_021.jpg" width="195" height="700" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">Copyright, 1895, by Harper &amp; Brothers.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Perhaps the most interesting trip out of Boston, except the one through
+the historic towns of Concord and Lexington, is out along the
+Massachusetts coast to Cape Ann and return. The first part of the run is
+not as interesting as it might be, but after passing Lynn, ten or twelve
+miles out from the city, you reach a good road and pleasant scenery,
+which keep up all the way to the Cape. Perhaps the best plan is to ride
+to Gloucester, have dinner there, then take the ride around the Cape
+back to Gloucester, and come back to Boston by train, or stay overnight
+at Gloucester, and ride home next day. The trip in detail is as follows:</p>
+
+<p>Leave Boston by Chelsea Ferry to Winnisimmet Street and Chelsea by
+Broadway, direct road to Lynn, level and good riding (or as a choice
+route to Lynn run out through Nahant). At Common Street bear to right by
+Lynn Common, then turn to the left at City Hall, taking Essex Street,
+which follow through Upper Swampscott, and bear to left on entering
+South Salem, thus following Lafayette Street, which takes you across
+bridge into Salem. (Good road, with pavement in Salem.) Take Central
+Street, and turn to right to Essex House. Points of interest: Gallows
+Hill at head of Hanson Street, where witches were executed. At corner of
+Essex and North Streets, oldest house in Salem, erected by Roger
+Williams; 27 Union Street, birthplace of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Foot of
+Turner Street is the house of the seven gables. Leaving Salem, Essex
+House, take Church Street, and turn to right in Brown Street to
+Washington Square. Then turn to left to Winter Street, and turn to right
+into Bridge Street, which crosses Beverly Harbor to Beverly. Small hills
+follow, but good gravel road. Take Rantoul Street, and turn to right at
+Bow Street, riding as far as Soldiers' Monument, then bear to the right
+onto Hale Street to Prides Crossing. Keep on Hale Street direct to
+Beverly Farms; fine road along the shore. The road twists and turns, but
+keep bearing to right, and it will bring one through West Manchester to
+Manchester. From hotel on Central Street turn to right at Union Street,
+turn to right onto Washington Street, and turn to left at Summer Street.
+After a run of three miles, turn to right and follow telegraph poles
+into Magnolia. Points of interest: Norman's Woe and Rufe's Chasm. Take
+road through Magnolia Woods, an exceptionally pretty ride, up grade, and
+coasts, winding road. Mason House, Gloucester, is wheelmen's resort.
+Distance to Gloucester, forty miles.</p>
+
+<p>From here there is a fine fifteen-mile circuit ride around Cape Ann
+<i>viá</i> Washington Street, through Riverdale to Annisquam, thence by
+direct road past Bay View, and through Lanesville to Ocean View. Here
+turn to right, and return by Granite Street, through Pigeon Cove, along
+shore to Rockport. Turn to left at Broadway, and to right at Main
+Street, and over Great Hill. The road in sight of ocean about all the
+way around Cape. The way is hilly, with fair surface most of the
+distance. By leaving Boston early in the <span class="smcap">a.m</span>., the trip to Gloucester
+and around the Cape&mdash;a distance of about fifty-five miles&mdash;can be done
+in season to take the steamer at 2 <span class="smcap">p.m</span>., and enjoy a fine refreshing
+sail to Boston; single fare fifty cents. The return trip awheel cannot
+be varied much without considerably increasing the distance. The
+landing-place of the Bennett-Mackay cable is near the route around the
+Cape, and worth a visit. Side trip to it can be taken by way of Main
+Street and Mount Pleasant Avenue and over the hill to Turk's Head Inn.
+One gets on the ride a fine view of Thatcher's Island, Twin
+Light-houses, and Long Beach.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.&mdash;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. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in No.
+820. Trenton to Philadelphia in No. 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.
+Philadelphia-Wissahickon Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West
+Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City&mdash;First Stage in
+No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland&mdash;First
+Stage in No. 827. Second Stage in No. 828. New York to
+Boston&mdash;Second Stage in No. 829; Third Stage in No. 830; Fourth
+Stage in No. 831; Fifth Stage in No. 832; Sixth Stage in No. 833.
+Boston to Concord in No. 834. Boston in No. 835.</p></blockquote>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="DEGREES_OF_BOILING" id="DEGREES_OF_BOILING">DEGREES OF BOILING.</a></h2>
+
+<p>To make candy intelligently it is necessary to know how to boil sugar.
+There are seven essential degrees to be understood in boiling. The first
+degree, called the small thread, is recognized when the syrup will spin
+a fine thread as it drops from a fork or spoon. The second degree, the
+pearl, is when the sugar is oily in consistency, and spins a long thread
+when tested.</p>
+
+<p>Dip a skimmer into the syrup, and then blow upon it. If the bubbles come
+through the skimmer on the under side it has reached the degree&mdash;the
+blow. If, on throwing the syrup with a jerk, while still on the skimmer,
+from you, the sugar separates into fine strings, it is the feather
+degree. The next degree is the soft ball, which you have seen many times
+in making fondant candies.</p>
+
+<p>The crack degree comes quickly after this, and is when the syrup forms a
+clear, brittle candy that will not stick to the teeth. The seventh
+degree is the caramel, which quickly follows the crack degree. Take the
+saucepan hastily from the fire and dip the bottom in a pail of cold
+water, or it will become dark brown in color, and entirely useless.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>LAUGHING BABIES</h2>
+
+<p>are loved by everybody. Those raised on the Gail Borden Eagle Brand
+Condensed Milk are comparatively free from sickness. <i>Infant Health</i> is
+a valuable pamphlet for mothers. Send your address for a copy to New
+York Condensed Milk Co., N.&nbsp;Y.&mdash;[<i>Adv.</i>]</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>Columbia</h2>
+
+<h2>Bicycles</h2>
+
+<h4>fill their riders' hearts with unalloyed content.</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 184px;">
+<img src="images/ill_022.jpg" width="184" height="300" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>If you would know all the joys of cycling, now is the time. Cool,
+bracing air; hard, smooth, dustless roads, and Columbias ready for
+instant delivery.</p>
+
+<h4>POPE MFG. CO.,</h4>
+
+<h4>GENERAL OFFICES AND FACTORIES</h4>
+
+<h4>HARTFORD, CONN.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>Timely Warning.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 161px;">
+<img src="images/ill_023.jpg" width="161" height="300" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The great success of the chocolate preparations of the house of <b>Walter
+Baker &amp; Co.</b> (established in 1780) has led to the placing on the market
+many misleading and unscrupulous imitations of their name, labels, and
+wrappers. Walter Baker &amp; Co. are the oldest and largest manufacturers of
+pure and high-grade Cocoas and Chocolates on this continent. No
+chemicals are used in their manufactures.</p>
+
+<p>Consumers should ask for, and be sure that they get, the genuine Walter
+Baker &amp; Co.'s goods.</p>
+
+<h4>WALTER BAKER &amp; CO., Limited,</h4>
+
+<h4>DORCHESTER, MASS.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>The</h2>
+
+<h2>Parker</h2>
+
+<h2>Games</h2>
+
+<h3>They are Played in a Million Homes.</h3>
+
+<h4>HIGHEST AWARD, WORLD'S FAIR, 1898.</h4>
+
+<h3>"Waterloo"</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/ill_024.jpg" width="200" height="160" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">The popular new battle game for young or old. Novel, exciting!</p>
+
+<p class="center">$1.25.</p>
+
+<p>Illustrated Catalogue describing "<span class="smcap">Innocence Abroad</span>," "<span class="smcap">Chivalry</span>,"
+"<span class="smcap">Waterloo</span>," "<span class="smcap">Penny Post</span>," "<span class="smcap">Authors</span>," "<span class="smcap">Napoleon</span>," and 100 other Games on
+receipt of 2c. stamp.</p>
+
+<h4>"Wonderland," "Uncle Sam's Farm,"</h4>
+
+<p>pretty and simple card games in colors, for little people, by mail, 35
+cents each. Sold everywhere. <i>All Genuine</i> bear the imprint:</p>
+
+<h4>PARKER BROTHERS,</h4>
+
+<h4>Salem, Mass., U.&nbsp;S.&nbsp;A.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h3>Highest Award</h3>
+
+<h3>WORLD'S FAIR.</h3>
+
+<h2>SKATES</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/ill_025.jpg" width="200" height="171" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>CATALOGUE FREE.</h3>
+
+<h4>BARNEY &amp; BERRY, Springfield, Mass.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>PLAYS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">Dialogues, Speakers, for School, Club and Parlor. Catalogue free.</p>
+
+<h4><b>T.&nbsp;S. Denison</b>, Publisher, Chicago, Ill.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2><b>BAKER</b> sells recitations and <b>PLAYS</b></h2>
+
+<p class="center">23 Winter St., Boston</p>
+
+<h4>CATALOGUES FREE.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>"Rugby"</h2>
+
+<p class="center">with us is not football, but</p>
+
+<h2>Watches.</h2>
+
+<p>It is the name of our new boy's watch movement, which, when cased, is
+just the size of a Silver Dollar. Elegant design in nickel, sterling
+silver, or gold.</p>
+
+<h3>All Warranted.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">The <b>"Rugby" Catalogue</b> shows the design, and tells you all about them.</p>
+
+<h4>The Waterbury Watch Co.,</h4>
+
+<h4>Waterbury, Conn.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>Postage Stamps, &amp;c.</h2>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 93px;">
+<img src="images/ill_026.jpg" width="93" height="100" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>STAMPS!</h3>
+
+<p><b>800</b> fine mixed Victoria. Cape of G.&nbsp;H., India, Japan, etc., with fine
+Stamp Album, only <b>10c.</b> New 80-p. Price-list <b>free</b>. <i>Agents wanted</i> at <b>50%</b>
+commission. STANDARD STAMP CO., Nicholson Place, St. Louis, Mo. Old U.&nbsp;S.
+and Confederate Stamps bought.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/ill_027.jpg" width="100" height="77" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>100 all dif. Venezuela, Bolivia, etc., only 10c.; 200 all dif. Hayti,
+Hawaii, etc., only 50c. Ag'ts w't'd at 50% com. List FREE! <b>C.&nbsp;A.
+Stegmann</b>, 5941 Cote Brilliante Ave., St. Louis, Mo.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<p class="center">CHOICE stamps sent at <b>50% com.</b> Give ref. <b>1000 Hinges</b>, 6c. GUNDER STAMP
+CO., Brooklyn, N.Y.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>FREE.</h2>
+
+<p>Comic return envelopes. Sleight of Hand exposed. List of 500 gifts.
+Album of cards. Send 2c stamp for postage. Address Banner Card Co.,
+Cadiz, Ohio.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/ill_028.jpg" width="300" height="46" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>HARPER'S PERIODICALS.</h2>
+
+<h4>Per Year:</h4>
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S MAGAZINE</td><td align="center"><i>Postage Free</i>,</td><td align="right">$4.00</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S WEEKLY</td><td align="center">"</td><td align="right">4.00</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S BAZAR</td><td align="center">"</td><td align="right">4.00</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">HARPER'S ROUND TABLE</td><td align="center">"</td><td align="right">2.00</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p><i>Booksellers and Postmasters usually receive subscriptions.
+Subscriptions sent direct to the publishers should be accompanied by
+Post-office Money Order or Draft.</i></p>
+
+<h4>HARPER &amp; BROTHERS, New York, N.Y.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+
+<h4>Programmes for Chapter Evenings.</h4>
+
+<p>The Washington Chapter, of Racine, Wis., one of the oldest in the Order,
+meets regularly save during the summer months, and the interest does not
+flag. Sir Frank H. Marlott, in telling us about the Chapter, remarks
+that he, and he thinks others, would like to know how Chapters elsewhere
+keep up interest; what they do, and how they do it. We agree with Sir
+Frank, and hence will be glad to receive morsels from Chapter officers
+giving us this information.</p>
+
+<p>One Chapter sends us its record unsolicited. It is the Tennyson, of
+Piqua, Ohio. It was organized two years ago, and has held meetings
+regularly ever since. These meetings occur every two weeks, and take
+place at the homes of the members. The member at whose home the meeting
+is furnishes light refreshments, restricted, we believe, to two
+articles, as coffee and sandwiches, or lemonade and cake. The Chapter is
+composed of Knights only. As most of its members study English history
+at school, that subject was taken up. Programmes are prepared for the
+entire year. Here is the one for the present year:</p>
+
+<p><i>September 24th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Tennyson; The English Restoration and
+Revolution. <span class="smcap">Earl R. North</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>October 8th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Lowell; The Great Inventions and
+Industries of the Age of Queen Anne. <span class="smcap">Lane L. Angle</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>October 22d.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Scott; The Age of Queen Anne, 1702-1714.
+<span class="smcap">Roe L. Johnson</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>November 5th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Longfellow; Literature of Queen Anne's
+Reign. <span class="smcap">Fred McKinney</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>November 19th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Goldsmith; England under George I. and
+George II., 1714-1760. <span class="smcap">William S. Ramsey</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>December 3d.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Emerson; England under George III. and
+George IV. <span class="smcap">Allen G. Rundle</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>December 17th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Browning; The Iron Duke. <span class="smcap">Albert B.
+Schroeder</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>December 31st.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Shakespeare; Five-minute Readings from
+Eighteenth-century Literature. <span class="smcap">The Chapter</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>January 14th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Hawthorne; The Ministers and Wars of
+the Georges. <span class="smcap">Charles Stilwell</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>January 28th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Dickens; Queen Victoria and her Family.
+<span class="smcap">Wilber S. Lenox</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>February 11th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Holland; Readings from Carlyle on
+Chartism and Corn Law. <span class="smcap">John Wilkinson</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>February 25th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Burns; Readings from the Corn-Law
+Poet. <span class="smcap">Joseph F. Loewi</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>March 10th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Poe; The Ministers of Victoria. <span class="smcap">Augustus
+Clevenger</span>.</p>
+
+<p><i>March 24th.</i>&mdash;Quotations from Holmes; Foreign Affairs of the Reign of
+Victoria. <span class="smcap">The Chapter</span>.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>Our Amateur Journalists Again.</h4>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>I have been in the ranks of the amateur journalists about
+three years. I have made many friends and have gained a great
+deal of information. My press is a self-inker, and has a chase
+3-1/8&nbsp;x&nbsp;5-1/8. My whole outfit did not cost over twenty-five dollars.
+This may not seem much to one unacquainted with the circumstances, but,
+you see, in the first place my pocket-book was not in a very healthy
+condition, and my mother a widow, and I had to save up all the stray
+nickels and dimes in order to raise the amount.</p>
+
+<p>At first it was very difficult for me to set up the type without
+making pi, but I soon overcame that clumsiness. There are some
+editors who have plenty of money, and so they hire their paper
+printed by a professional, and then sneer at those who are less
+fortunate and call their papers "thumb-nails." According to my way
+of thinking, there is great credit in printing one's own paper,
+even if it is not so large and is not always free from errors. But
+taking it altogether, I am not sorry of my little venture, and
+hope that brother editors will have no worse experiences than I
+have had.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Wallace Gibbs</span>.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Publisher <i>The Sunbeam</i>.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Galva, Ill</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>The Sunbeam</i> is a most creditable paper, particularly so when one
+learns, with surprise, as we did, that it is gotten up on a $25 outfit.
+Sir Wallace ought not to mention his errors in typesetting. One sees
+wrong letters even in great journals.</p>
+
+<p>Another really creditable paper is <i>The Scribbler</i>, edited by Robert E.
+James, Jun., 212 North Third Street, Easton, Pa. It is illustrated by
+Easton amateurs&mdash;and well illustrated too.</p>
+
+<p>Less pretentious, but very bright, is <i>The Knight-Errant</i>&mdash;an excellent
+name, by-the-way&mdash;edited by Bertram R. White, 616 Lexington Avenue, this
+city. Sir Bertram is one of the old stand-by knights of our Table, and
+deserves his success. We say success, because, no matter what the
+financial outcome may be, it is bound to succeed in teaching its editor
+a deal of valuable business experience.</p>
+
+<p>The following-named are interested in amateur papers; George W.
+Buchanan, Searcy, Ark.; Sam Wood, 14 South Washington Street,
+Wilkesbarre, Pa.; M.&nbsp;S. Newman, 722 East Ninth Street, New York; G.
+Ellery Crosby, Jun., 15 Beach Street, Hartford, Conn.; D. Arthur Bowman,
+4412 Delmar Avenue, St. Louis, Mo.; and Harold C. Day, Harrison, N.&nbsp;Y.
+They wish to subscribe for some amateur papers. The Arkansas Knight
+thinks of starting one, and the Missouri Knight wants to form a
+journalists' corresponding Chapter.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Albermarle</i> is published by George D. Galloway, Eau Claire, Wis.,
+another old-time Knight of the Table, who has felt the healthy stimulus
+of our Order, and is now getting out a good journal. He is willing to
+send samples upon request.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>The Inventor of Chess.</h4>
+
+<p>"Who invented chess?" asks a Knight who lives in Arkansas.</p>
+
+<p>An Arabian mathematician named Sessa, the son of Daher, is supposed to
+have invented the game of chess. According to Al-Sephadi, the reigning
+prince was so pleased with the invention that he promised Sessa any
+reward he might desire. The mathematician asked for a grain of wheat for
+the first square of the chess-board, two for the second, four for the
+third, and so on to the sixty-fourth square. The prince was rather angry
+at first, considering it a stain on his liberality to be asked for such
+a paltry present. He gradually cooled down, however, when his Grand
+Vizier reported a total of 9,223,372,036,854,775,808 grains, or
+31,274,997,412,295 bushels. If we suppose that one acre of land is
+capable of producing 30 bushels of wheat in one year, this enormous
+quantity would require 1,042,499,913,743 acres, or more than eight times
+the surface of the globe, at a cost of about $312,749,974,123.90.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>The Endless Gallery.</h4>
+
+<p>A novel little optical illusion is the "endless gallery," the delight of
+English children in the first part of this century. Here are the
+directions:</p>
+
+<p>Make a box 18 inches long, 12 wide, and 9 deep, and against each end
+place a plane mirror within 1/8 of an inch of the height of the box. Cut
+a small hole through one end, and likewise through the mirror resting
+against it. Mirrors should also be placed on the longer sides of the
+box. Cut grooves at various lengths across the box, and in these fit
+small colored figures, trees, statuary, etc., previously cut out from
+card-board, and bearing the same representation on either side. At each
+end place similar figures, leaving plenty of mirror space behind.</p>
+
+<p>The top of the box should be of ground-glass or oiled paper. Looking
+through the eye-hole, a vista of enormous length and breadth is seen,
+seemingly endless.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Vincent V.&nbsp;M. Beede</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>A Typical New England Community.</h4>
+
+<p>Wilton is a pretty little village in Hillsborough County, New Hampshire.
+It is beautifully situated, being surrounded by hills. From one, called
+Pollard's Hill, it is said that you can see Boston Harbor on a clear
+day, a distance by rail of fifty-five miles. East Wilton is the business
+part of the town. Here are the High-School, three churches, several
+stores, and a new depot. A new High-School house is near completion.</p>
+
+<p>Wilton Centre, which is two miles from East Wilton, used to be, in the
+days of the stage-coach, the principal part of the town. The old
+Town-house is still standing. Here is where the town meetings were held
+forty years ago. It is now called Citizens' Hall, and is still used for
+many purposes. West Wilton is three and a half miles from East Wilton.
+There are many lovely drives and other places of interest around Wilton.
+We also have electric lights.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Walter B. Proctor</span>, R.T.F.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>A Curious Violet.</h4>
+
+<p>Not long ago I noticed in the Table an article on violets, in which the
+particular violet I know was not mentioned. It grows in great abundance
+about my house, and I call it curious, because it defies all traditions
+about the "sweet spring violet," by refusing to stop blossoming with the
+rest of its sisterhood, and shows its dainty head throughout the summer
+and autumn, till covered by our early October snows.</p>
+
+<p>The flower is fully as large as a small pansy, and pure white, save for
+a delicate purple tinge on the under side of the petals, and the usual
+yellow and red markings in the centre of the flower. These markings are
+sometimes varied by narrow purple lines. The flower itself springs from
+the base of the leaves, not from the root, as <i>blue</i> violets nearly
+always do. If any Knight or Lady can tell me where else this violet
+grows, it will oblige me.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Michigan</span>.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Sophie Rood St. Clair</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>Questions and Answers.</h4>
+
+<p>G. Ellery Crosby, Jun., asks if imagination stories are wanted as Table
+morsels. We reply that they are not. The reason is that a limit must be
+set somewhere, and we have set it at the practical and useful. Sir
+Ellery lives in the city that, for its size, has more insurance
+companies than any other in the world. Possibly we need not qualify the
+comparison by "for its size." Who can tell what city it is, and can Sir
+Ellery tell us something of the insurance "industry" of his city? Sadie
+Chandler, Anderson, Tex., is fifteen years old, and is interested in
+poetry. Are you?</p>
+
+<p>Upton B. Sinclair, Jun., asks if a story in verse may be sent in
+competition for our prizes. No. John Pohland, Ahnapee, Wis., may apply
+to the Secretary of the Navy, Washington, for information about studies
+at Annapolis, and to his member of Congress to learn when there will be
+a vacancy there from his district. There are no cadets at Annapolis who
+are active members of our Order, but some sons and daughters of naval
+officers there have a vigorous Chapter. Sir John wants to hear from
+members in foreign countries.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>In reply to several inquiries: The new badges are an exact reproduction
+of the rose in the centre of what is said to be the original round table
+of King Arthur and his knights. You can see a picture of the top of this
+table on the back cover page of our Prospectuses. The badges are: in
+silver, 8 cents and 2 cents for postage; in gold, 85 cents, no postage
+charged. Members are not required to buy badges. Those who purchase
+<span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span> weekly on news-stands should send a postal card or
+letter applying for our 1896 Prospectus. It is sent free, of course. We
+send it to all subscribers without application, and we would mail it to
+weekly purchasers did we know their names.</p>
+
+<p>Arthur J. Johnston, Box 136, Dartmouth, N.&nbsp;S., is the most active member
+of a stamp, correspondence, and social Chapter, and he wants
+corresponding members, especially those resident in Canada. Write him.
+"H.&nbsp;Mc." asks if Joseph Jefferson will send his autograph. Undoubtedly,
+if you ask him to do so, and enclose stamp. Address him care of the
+<i>Dramatic News</i>, this city. The president and secretary of the Episcopal
+Society Daughters of the King are Mrs. E.&nbsp;A. Bradley, 117 West
+Ninety-first Street, and Miss E.&nbsp;L. Ryerson, 520 East Eighty-seventh
+Street, both New York city.</p>
+
+<p>Lincoln W. Riddle, 33 Roanoke Avenue, Jamaica Plain, Mass., wants
+correspondents in Michigan, Pennsylvania, and Virginia who are
+interested in botany. Claude T. Reno, Allentown, Pa., wants to found or
+to belong to a corresponding Chapter. Write him. No street number
+necessary.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="THE_PUDDING_STICK" id="THE_PUDDING_STICK"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_029.jpg" width="400" height="111" alt="THE PUDDING STICK" />
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>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.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>"I'm the eldest of five," says Amaranth, in a piteous little letter,
+"and I'm worn out with sisters forever tagging around. I never can go
+anywhere with the girls of my set but that Eleanor or Cecile has to go
+too, and mamma says, 'Amaranth, if you can't let your little sisters be
+of the company, you will have to stay at home.' I am worn out with
+sisters," Amaranth concludes.</p>
+
+<p>Well, Amaranth, you have a real grievance. Mamma herself would not like
+<i>always</i> in your place to have the responsibility of looking after two
+or three younger girls, who seem to you a little in the way, just a
+trifle <i>de trop</i>, and who insist on being where you and the older girls
+are. Yet look at it from mamma's point of view. She is a very busy
+woman, and she has the children with her many hours a day, while you are
+at school. You are glad to relieve her, and give her time to rest, when
+you come home in the afternoon. I am sure of this, for I know that you
+are a loving daughter and a great comfort, on the whole.</p>
+
+<p>I won't bring up the argument, which we've all heard so often that it
+has lost its force, "What would you do if your sister should die?" I
+think such an argument is very little to the purpose. We are not talking
+of lack of love, but of the inconvenience of having our own families, in
+the shape of small sisters, always in evidence.</p>
+
+<p>I think if I were you, dear Amaranth, I would try to get into another
+frame of mind. I would willingly, not rebelliously, as part of my day's
+work, take the charge of the younger children, and say pleasantly,
+"Come, dears, I'm going out with Jennie and Susie, and you may be part
+of the procession; but you mustn't tag, you must keep step." If you will
+feel differently about it, the other girls will, and <i>their</i> little
+sisters will be included, and before you know it everything will be
+harmonious and lovely, as harmony cannot help being.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>Tell you where to sell poems and stories, dear Lilybell? I would, if I
+could, but, my child, I'm not in favor of your publishing your work
+until you are older. At thirteen one's work may be full of promise, but
+it is not generally worth payment in money. Write and read, and wait
+till you are a few years older, and then begin, if you still wish to do
+so, to send the stories and poems to the editors, always feeling sure
+that the best work will, one day, win for its author name and fame and
+silver and gold. Not much of the last, but not any of the others, unless
+it is the best work.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p>I advise you, Clementina, to strengthen your memory, by making it
+treasure things for you. Learn by heart, word for word, a few poems,
+perhaps a stanza or two at a time; a few fine passages from history, a
+good many chapters of the Bible. Do not be satisfied with half learning.
+By heart means that you know the thing so thoroughly that you cannot be
+tripped up anywhere in repeating it. I advise you also to fix in your
+mind, by constant repetition, some of the great battles of the world and
+their dates; great inventions and their dates; wonderful discoveries and
+their dates.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Margaret E. Sangster</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 228px;">
+<img src="images/ill_030.jpg" width="228" height="300" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h4>Copyright, 1895, by The Procter &amp; Gamble Co., Cin'ti.</h4>
+
+<p>No housekeeper need have to apologize for her kitchen. A well enforced
+rule of order and Ivory Soap will make it an attractive and appetizing
+spot.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>PRINTING OUTFIT 10c.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/ill_031.jpg" width="250" height="226" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/ill_032.jpg" width="100" height="83" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">G.A.R. 25c.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/ill_033.jpg" width="100" height="91" alt="" />
+<span class="caption">Brownies 10c.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>For printing cards, marking linen, books, etc. Contains everything shown
+in cut. Type, Tweezers, Holder, Indelible Ink, Ink Pad, etc. Thoroughly
+practical for business or household use and a most instructive
+amusement. Sent with catalogue illustrating over 1000 Tricks and
+Novelties, for 10c. in stamps to pay postage and packing on outfit and
+catalogue. Same outfit with figures 15c. Large outfit for printing two
+lines 25c.</p>
+
+<p><b>Brownie Rubber Stamps</b>&mdash;A set of 5 grotesque little people with ink pad;
+price, postpaid, 10c.</p>
+
+<p>G.&nbsp;A.&nbsp;R. series Rubber Stamps, 12 characters. Makes all kinds of
+Battles, Encampments and other military pictures, 25c. postpaid. Address</p>
+
+<h4>ROBERT H. INGERSOLL &amp; BRO.</h4>
+
+<h4>Dep't. No. 62, Cortlandt St., New York.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h4>INTERNATIONAL EDITION.</h4>
+
+<h3>Le Grand's Manual for Stamp Collectors</h3>
+
+<h4>A Companion to the Stamp Album.</h4>
+
+<p class="center">Prepared for the American collector by Henri Pène du Bois, Esq.</p>
+
+<h4>How this Book Is Divided.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Part I</span>. treats of stamps in general and successively of all the details
+concerning their issue.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Part II</span>. treats of the various sorts of stamps, postals, telegraphic,
+fiscal, or revenue.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Part III</span>. treats of subjects relating to stamps not discussed in the two
+preceding divisions, obliterations, surcharges, proofs, reprints,
+counterfeits, etc., together with an article on the <i>Universal Postal
+Union</i> and another on the formation of an album.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Bound in cloth, extra, $1.00.</p>
+
+<h4>Published by G.&nbsp;D. HURST, 114 Fifth Ave., New York.</h4>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Your nearest bookdealer will get it for you.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h3>NEW PLAYS</h3>
+
+<p class="center">READINGS, RECITATIONS.</p>
+
+<p class="center">CATALOGUES FREE</p>
+
+<h4>DE WITT, ROSE ST., N.&nbsp;Y.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/ill_034.jpg" width="300" height="46" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h3>CARDS</h3>
+
+<p>The FINEST SAMPLE BOOK of Gold Beveled Edge, Hidden Name, Silk Fringe,
+Envelope and Calling Cards ever offered for a 2 cent stamp. These are
+GENUINE CARDS, NOT TRASH.</p>
+
+<h4>UNION CARD CO., COLUMBUS, OHIO.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>PLAYS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">Dialogues, Speakers, Magic Tricks, Wigs, Mustaches, Music Goods.
+Catalogue <b>Free</b>.</p>
+
+<h4>G.&nbsp;H.&nbsp;W. Bates, Boston, Mass.</h4>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="STAMPS" id="STAMPS"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_035.jpg" width="400" height="137" alt="STAMPS" />
+</div>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p>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 as far as possible. Correspondents should address
+Editor Stamp Department.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>Collectors are warned against so-called Cuban Republic stamps. They are
+fraudulent in every respect, even to the inscription which the makers
+supposed to be in the Spanish language.</p>
+
+<p>The Indian government is about to issue 2, 3, and 5 rupee stamps in two
+colors. They will bear Queen Victoria's portrait painted lately by
+Angeli.</p>
+
+<p>Some time ago I warned my readers that the $1 stamp would probably be
+withdrawn. Not only the $1, but the $2 and $5 have been withdrawn and
+the new printing is on water-marked paper. Some of these stamps are
+still to be found at some post-offices, and advanced philatelists are
+buying up all they can find on unwater-marked paper.</p>
+
+<p>The auction season is about to be opened by J.&nbsp;W. Scott, whose
+catalogues are now out for a sale late in October, at the rooms of the
+Philatelic Society, New York. Albrecht &amp; Co. have a sale at the same
+place October 29th and 30th.</p>
+
+<p>Beware of so-called Korean stamps. A firm in Washington is putting them
+on the market for credulous collectors. Stanley Gibbons catalogues and
+presumably sells a number of the Chinese locals which are not collected
+by wise philatelists.</p>
+
+<blockquote>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">W.&nbsp;T. Putnam</span>.&mdash;Dealers offer the 1828 half-cent at 10 cents.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">M. Wister</span>.&mdash;The half-dollars can be bought of a dealer at 75c.
+each. The five-cent nickel without value does not command a
+premium. The Dresden stamp is a local. The complete Columbian set
+can be bought from $25 to $30.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">M. Cram</span>.&mdash;The following are not collected by wise
+philatelists&mdash;All the China locals (except Shanghai); "San
+Antonio" of Portugal and Azores; 4c., 10c., 20c., 30c. and 40c.
+surcharges on North Borneo; British Mail of Madagascar; Brunei;
+Clipperton; Bussahir.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">J.&nbsp;C. Weiland</span>.&mdash;The coins mentioned can be bought of dealers at a
+fair advance on face. I cannot give names of dealers. See
+advertising columns.</p></blockquote>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Philatus</span>.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 379px;">
+<img src="images/ill_036.jpg" width="379" height="400" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="THE_FAIRYS_FLORAL_ZOO" id="THE_FAIRYS_FLORAL_ZOO">THE FAIRY'S FLORAL ZOO.</a></h2>
+
+<h3>BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.</h3>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">There was a little fairy in the moon,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Came down to earth one lovely afternoon,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To wander</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And to ponder</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">On the mountains and the lakes,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">On the meadows and the brakes,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And to see what he could find</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To sort of occupy his mind.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And as he wandered,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As he pondered,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">This little fairy heard a roar</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Like none he'd ever heard before;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And there, on either side, right by the shore,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Two lilies stood:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Great Tiger lilies thirsting for his blood!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And did he run? Indeed not he!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He simply stood likewise and smiled with glee,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And after much ado</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He captured them&mdash;the two!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"I'll take 'em home," said he, "and put 'em in my Zoo."</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And with them soon.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In fact that very afternoon,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Back to the moon</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 26em;">He flew,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">And now he's rich, for all the moon-boys 'twixt us two</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Just throng about the cages of that Fairy's Floral Zoo!</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Fond Mother</span>. "And was my little boy smart at school to-day?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Little Boy</span> (<i>sadly</i>). "My teacher didn't say I was, mamma, but he took
+pains to make me smart later."</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother</span>. "I wonder if my little boy is so afraid of work that he does not
+study his lessons?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Little Boy</span>. "Me afraid of work! not much. Why, mamma, I can fall asleep
+alongside of it."</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bobby</span>. "What's the matter with your brother, Jack?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Jack</span>. "I guess he smelt of ma's new bottle of ammonia, 'cause now he's
+got the pneumonia."</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">First Boy</span>. "I's smaller than you."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Second Boy</span>. "No, you're not."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Third Boy</span>. "What's the matter with you fellows; I's smaller than both of
+you put together."</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Howard</span>. "Papa, I think baby plays with a knife."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Papa</span>. "I hope not, Howard."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Howard</span>. "Well, when he was crying so this morning nurse said he was
+cutting his teeth."</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Teddy</span>. "Papa, that's what you call a fruit-knife for fruit, isn't it?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Papa</span>. "Yes, Teddy, that's right."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Teddy</span>. "Well, the gardener has what he calls a pruning-knife. Does he
+use that for prunes?"</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>ANECDOTE OF KIPLING.</h4>
+
+<p>A great many stories are told of famous authors, and it is probably not
+to be denied that a good half of them have no basis in truth. We have
+received, however, a story told of Mr. Rudyard Kipling which, whether it
+is true or not, is sufficiently amusing to be repeated; and as it comes
+from England, and is not the product of a Yankee brain, it may be told
+with perfect propriety, Mr. Kipling being one of her Majesty's subjects.</p>
+
+<p>It seems that a good many years ago Mr. Kipling had an affectionate
+aunt, who lived at Southsea, and at her house the future poet of "Tommy
+Atkins" was wont to sojourn. One very hot day the aunt observed: "Don't
+you think, Ruddy, that waistcoat is very warm? Go upstairs and put on a
+white one." Ruddy did as he was told, <i>but he put the white one over the
+other</i>.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>THE DIFFERENCE.</h4>
+
+<p>A locomotive engineer and a marine engineer were disputing over the
+relative danger of their occupations, each one claiming that his own
+condition was the less perilous.</p>
+
+<p>"Nonsense!" exclaimed the steamboat man. "If you are on your engine, and
+you go crash-bang into another train, why, there you are!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," answered the railroad man; "and if you are in your engine-room at
+sea, and the boiler bursts, where are you?"</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>TALL STRUCTURES.</h4>
+
+<p>The United States can boast of the tallest masonry structures in the
+world, although other countries have buildings and towers made of other
+materials that can outtop American attempts. The Washington Monument is
+550 feet high; the tower of the Philadelphia City Hall is 537 feet high,
+and the Manhattan Life-insurance Building is 437 feet high. One of their
+rivals abroad is a chimney at Port Dundas in Scotland, the tallest in
+the world, which is 454 feet high. There are only two masonry structures
+in Europe that surpass it&mdash;the Cologne Cathedral, 510 feet, and the
+Strasburg Cathedral, 468 feet. The Pyramid of Ghizeh is about 480 feet
+high. The highest thing put up by man is, of course, the Eiffel Tower on
+the Champ de Mars in Paris, but this will have to yield its supremacy to
+the Great Davey Tower now being built near London. When completed that
+will rise 1250 feet into the air. The highest artificial structure in
+America is a water tower at Eden Park, near Cincinnati, which reaches a
+total height of 589 feet.</p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<h4>A DIFFERENT INTERPRETATION.</h4>
+
+<p>A guileless city man wandered through the country with his rod over his
+shoulder seeking out a promising place to toss a fly. He soon came to a
+pond, near the edge of which was a sign that said: "No fishing." The
+city man scratched his head as he gazed at these words, but finally sat
+down on the shore, and was surprised at the number of bites he got.
+Pretty soon the gamewarden came along and cried out:</p>
+
+<p>"Hey, there! Don't you see that sign?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I do," answered the city man.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," continued the warden, "don't you see it says, 'No fishing'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; but it's away off. There's bully fishing here. Just look at all I
+have caught."</p>
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 48506 ***</div>
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