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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 59477 ***
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+[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]
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+Copyright, 1896, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.
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+PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1896. FIVE CENTS A
+COPY.
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+VOL. XVII.--NO. 886. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.
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+[Illustration]
+
+THE PRINCESS IN HER GARDEN.
+
+BY EVELYN SHARP.
+
+
+The Princess was walking in her garden. It was a very beautiful garden,
+full of many-colored flowers and rare exotics; but the Princess was not
+fond of flowers, and she walked down the path without looking at them at
+all, and she felt dreadfully dull. For she had quarrelled with her
+yesterday's lover, and had just sent him away, so she had no one left to
+tease, and was therefore without an occupation.
+
+"We are very beautiful," whispered the flowers on each side of her.
+"Won't you look at us?"
+
+"Only look at our exquisite coloring," simpered the scarlet begonias.
+"Surely you must admire us."
+
+"I," said a particularly ugly shrub with a foreign accent, "am unique. I
+am surprised that you should pass _me_ over."
+
+But the Princess wandered on listlessly until she came to the high
+prickly hedge at the end of her garden, and here she stopped because the
+path ended and she could go no further. She was feeling so dull,
+however, that she actually scratched her white hands in making a hole in
+the hedge so that she could look through and see what was on the other
+side. She had always been told that nothing outside the palace was at
+all amusing, but she felt sure that anything would be better than her
+secluded garden path and her beautiful, uninteresting flowers. So she
+yawned lazily, and held on her crown with both hands, and peeped through
+the hedge. To her surprise she saw nothing but potatoes growing, acres
+and acres of potatoes, stretching as far as her eye could reach, and in
+the middle of them all a tall man digging.
+
+"Oh!" said the Princess, in a disappointed tone, "only potatoes! How
+dull!"
+
+"Nonsense!" said the tall man, without turning round; "they are only
+grown for you to eat. If you don't want to see them growing, you must
+not expect to eat them."
+
+"But I don't eat your potatoes," said the Princess, "because I have a
+garden of my own."
+
+"There are no potatoes in your garden," answered the tall man, just as
+roughly as before; "there is nothing but flowers there for you to look
+at. But here in our garden we have no flowers to look at. We have to
+live in an ugly place, and do ugly work all day long, so that you should
+have your potatoes to eat."
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed the Princess; "I never met such a rude man before.
+Does he know I am the Princess, I wonder?" And she walked back hastily
+to the palace.
+
+"We are very beautiful," said the flowers again, as her dress brushed
+against them. "Won't you look at us?"
+
+But the Princess passed them by as before.
+
+"Where do potatoes come from?" she asked, suddenly, at dinner-time.
+There was great consternation all round the table, for no one at the
+palace was ever supposed to know anything so common or useful as that.
+At last a strange and needy courtier, who had just come to apply for the
+post of Lord High Treasurer or anything else that was vacant, made a
+very good guess, as soon as he was quite certain that no one else knew
+anything whatever about it.
+
+"They are washed up on the sea-shore at certain periods of the year," he
+said, and the King nodded at him gratefully, and felt that he would make
+a very useful foreign ambassador. But the Princess suggested that he
+should be offered the post of head gardener instead, as it was a pity so
+much useful learning should be wasted on a foreign ambassador. And the
+needy courtier, who had no sense of humor, gratefully accepted the post.
+
+The next morning the Princess sent her page secretly to the hole in the
+hedge, and told him to bring the tall man back to speak with her. But
+the tall man sent her a message that he was too busy to come, and that
+the Princess must go to him if she had anything to say.
+
+The little page trembled very much as he delivered this message.
+
+"Shall I order him to be beheaded, your Highness?" he asked. The
+Princess's cheeks were smarting, but she merely smiled at the little
+page with a royal indifference.
+
+"No," she said, "only Princes are beheaded." And when the little page
+was safely playing marbles with all the other pages in the anteroom, she
+opened her window and stepped out on the fresh dewy grass, and ran down
+the garden path as fast as she could. The flowers were silent this
+morning, and did not call out to her as she passed; but she noticed
+their silence no more than she had noticed their words the day before,
+for she had never understood their language.
+
+The tall man was digging busily when she looked through the hole in the
+hedge, and now that the full light of day was on him she saw that he was
+very, very ugly, and had the wrinkled, tired face of an old man,
+although he was as straight and vigorous as a youth.
+
+"I have come back," said the Princess, for she could not think of
+anything wiser to say. The tall man glanced round at her, and then went
+on digging.
+
+"_That_ doesn't make any difference to anybody," he said.
+
+"Why," she exclaimed, "do you know who I am?"
+
+"Not in the least," said the tall man. "Who are you?"
+
+She drew a long breath of astonishment. "I am the Princess," she said.
+
+The man stopped digging, and looked at her for a moment.
+
+"Is that all? No name?" he asked.
+
+"Of course there's a name!" said the Princess, almost crying. "My real
+name is Gyldea, but Princess is enough for most people. Is it possible
+that you did not know who I was? Can't you see I am standing in my own
+garden?"
+
+"Oh yes," said the tall man. "But you might have been the gardener's
+daughter, or one of the ladies-in-waiting, mightn't you?" And he
+returned to his digging.
+
+"Did you get my message?" asked the Princess, fighting to keep back her
+angry tears.
+
+"Let me see, there was a message of some sort," answered the tall man.
+"You sent for me, didn't you?"
+
+"Yes," said the Princess, haughtily, "and you said I was to come and see
+you instead. It is positively shameful!"
+
+"But you needn't have come, need you?" said the tall man.
+
+Then the Princess stamped her tiny foot, and went away again up the
+garden path. And as she went she thought unconsciously of her
+yesterday's lover, the first one who had ever interested her at all; and
+she almost wished she had not sent him away, just because he did not
+dance well. It struck her now, for the first time, that perhaps there
+was something else he could do, such as digging potatoes, for instance.
+
+"No, not digging potatoes!" she corrected herself, angrily, "that is a
+horrid, vulgar occupation. But something else, perhaps; for I dare say
+there are some people who do things that I have never heard of. I wonder
+what it feels like to do things of that description? Oh dear! I wish
+King Marigold would come back again!"
+
+Her yesterday's lover had been a young King with a serious face, and the
+Princess could never bear people who looked serious; for, clearly, no
+one had any right to do that, unless he happened to be a beggar or a
+Prime Minister. All the same, she had wanted him back again ever since
+the tall man had been rude to her.
+
+That evening there was a great ball at the palace. And the Princess was
+dressed for it by her eleven maids of honor; and they took three hours
+and a half over it, and only had twenty minutes left in which to dress
+themselves. When they came back again, the Princess Gyldea was gone, and
+no one knew where she was. The little page guessed, but he did not say
+anything, because he did not want to go down the garden path by
+moonlight, when the fairies were about, and might turn him into a frog
+or something unpleasant. Besides, the dew was falling, and he had his
+best dancing-shoes on, with real diamond buckles.
+
+Sure enough, at the bottom of the garden, the Princess was again looking
+through the hole in the hedge.
+
+"Are you still digging potatoes?" she asked.
+
+"The potatoes have still to be dug," answered the tall man.
+
+"I want you to come and dance instead," said the Princess, imperiously.
+
+"Then who will dig your potatoes?" he asked.
+
+"Some one else will dig them," said the Princess, who always found that
+when she wanted anything done it came to pass without any trouble.
+
+"There is no one else," said the tall man. "Go away and dance."
+
+"There is some one else!" cried the Princess. "_I_ will dig the
+potatoes, and you shall go and dance!"
+
+"You are being an absurd child," laughed the tall man. "Why, you are on
+the wrong side of the hedge, to begin with."
+
+"But you could help me to get over the hedge," said the Princess,
+eagerly. "I want to do something new. I am _so_ tired of being a
+Princess. You really don't know how dull it is to be a Princess always."
+
+"No," said the tall man, "I only know how dull it is to dig potatoes
+always, for some one else to eat. Go away and dance, you foolish child.
+Do you suppose you could dig potatoes in a dress like that?"
+
+And the Princess looked down at her fine silken robes, and she went away
+up the garden path, more sadly than before.
+
+"I have been walking in my garden," she said, when she found the King
+and the Queen and all the courtiers waiting for her, in the ballroom.
+
+"She is so fond of flowers, the sweet child," said the Queen, trying to
+hide that she had been seriously alarmed; for the guests were beginning
+to arrive, and it would never do for them to suspect that anything
+unusual was happening.
+
+"That is all very well," grumbled the King, who was not fond of balls;
+"but we must have the garden brought into the house or something, if she
+wants to do those things. I have been standing at the open door in my
+court suit for half an hour."
+
+The next morning the Princess set to work to find a dress in which she
+could dig potatoes. But none of her own were simple enough; and when she
+asked her maids of honor if they had any old clothes, they were quite
+offended, and said they had never had such a thing in their lives. So
+she called her little page, who was teaching the cat to stand on its
+head in the anteroom; and she promised him a real sword in a gold sheath
+if he would find her an old dress to wear. But the little page came back
+again, in an hour's time, and said there was not an old dress to be had
+in the palace.
+
+"What am I to do?" said the Princess, who had never been thwarted in her
+life before. "How do dresses grow old, I wonder, and why has no one in
+the palace got an old dress that I can wear?"
+
+"Please your Highness, I think it is because none of the ladies in the
+palace slide down the balusters," said the little page. "That is the way
+I tear my coats and make them old. But I have heard, your Highness, that
+there are some people outside the palace gates who wear old clothes
+sometimes, only his Majesty does not like us to mix with such people,
+and I do not know where they live, your Highness."
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" sighed the Princess. "I wonder how long it would
+take to wear out my dress and make it old enough to dig potatoes in?"
+
+The little page shook his head.
+
+"I do not think it will ever be an old dress, please your Highness," he
+said; "but perhaps the White Witch of the Waterfall could help you to
+find one."
+
+"Who is the White Witch of the Waterfall?" asked Princess Gyldea.
+
+"She lives by the waterfall in the wood that skirts the edge of your
+garden," said the little page; "and she appears to those who call her
+name three times, and grants them but one wish. At least that is what
+folk say, but I have never dared to seek her myself, your Highness."
+
+So Princess Gyldea sent her page back to play with the other pages in
+the anteroom, and she slipped out of the palace, and hastened across to
+the wood, away from the high prickly hedge with the hole in it, and
+arrived at last before the shimmering, glistening waterfall. Then she
+raised her voice and called three times for the White Witch. And out of
+the rushing, dancing water came a white mist, and out of the white mist,
+stepped a wonderful, tall witch-woman, who looked as though the rivers
+and the dew and the sunshine had all helped one another to make her.
+
+"Only one wish I can grant you, Princess, so think well before you ask,"
+she said.
+
+But the Princess Gyldea answered at once, without thinking at all.
+
+"Turn my silk robes into an old dress so that I can go and dig
+potatoes," she begged.
+
+"As you like," answered the White Witch; "but for that you must give me
+one of three gifts."
+
+"Tell me," said the Princess, "is it my crown, or my jewels, or my
+wealth? You may have them all if you care for them, only give me an old
+dress quickly."
+
+"I must have either your beauty or your strength or your happiness,"
+said the White Witch, with a smile. "That is my price for an old dress."
+
+"Will not all my wealth do as well?" she asked.
+
+"No," said the witch-woman, "for that is of no use to me, nor is it
+yours to give. I must have something that is your very own."
+
+"I cannot let my beauty go," thought the Princess, as she looked at her
+reflection in the clear mantle of the White Witch; "and if I lose my
+strength I shall never be able to dig potatoes at all. No, it must be my
+happiness; for, after all, I am very dull, and it will not be a big gift
+to give."
+
+So she gave the White Witch her happiness; and the wonderful witch-woman
+laughed like the trickling of water over stones; and her laugh mingled
+with the rush of the waterfall; and she stepped back into the white mist
+again and was gone. And Princess Gyldea looked down at her dress, and it
+was no longer woven of silk and covered with precious jewels, nor was it
+plain and clean, as she had fancied an old dress would be; but it was
+soiled and ugly and torn; and she shivered with cold as she stood in it,
+and put her hands over her eyes to shut out the ugliness of it. And she
+walked back into her garden very slowly, and went down the path with her
+head bent, for she felt heavy-hearted and downcast. The little page ran
+across her path just behind her as she went, and he stopped and stared
+after her.
+
+"What fun!" he cried. "Here is an old beggar-woman in the Princess's
+garden!" and he took up a stone and threw it at her. But a red rose bush
+caught the stone and stopped it, and the little page went singing back
+to the palace, while the Princess crept sobbing towards the hole in the
+hedge.
+
+"Look at us, Princess," whispered the flowers, "for we are very
+beautiful."
+
+And the Princess stooped and picked a handful, and fastened them in her
+torn, ragged dress.
+
+"Help me over. I'm so unhappy," she said, through the hedge, and
+stretched out her hands to the tall man. And the tall man dropped his
+spade and came and lifted her right over; and there she stood before
+him, a woe-begone, tear-stained little figure in a ragged gown.
+
+"What have you come for?" he asked, and smiled at her.
+
+"I knew you would only laugh," she said, indignantly, "and now I can't
+get back again."
+
+"So you want to go back again already? I suppose it is a nice new game
+to wear an old dress and pretend to dig potatoes," said the tall man.
+
+"It is not a game," said the Princess, humbly. "I gave the White Witch
+my happiness for an old dress so that I might come and dig potatoes and
+you could go and learn to dance, and now you only laugh at me!"
+
+"So you have been to the White Witch too?" said the tall man. "Then you
+shall come, if you like, and dig potatoes while I go and learn to
+dance."
+
+So she took the spade and dug all day until the night-time, and then she
+lay down under the high prickly hedge and went to sleep in the
+starlight. And in the morning the tall man came back again and spoke
+with her.
+
+"Are you tired of your new game yet?" he asked.
+
+"It is not a game," she said, and looked at the blisters and the
+scratches on her soft white hands.
+
+Then the tall man took up the potatoes she had dug and went away for
+another day.
+
+And every morning he came and asked the same question, and every morning
+the Princess gave him the same answer; and after that he took away the
+potatoes she had dug.
+
+At the end of a month the Princess was so tired with digging all day,
+and her hands were so sore with holding the heavy spade, that she felt
+she could do no more.
+
+"I am sure I must be going to die," she said, as she looked up at the
+stars. But she did not die, and the next morning the tall man came as
+before.
+
+"But you have dug no potatoes since yesterday, Gyldea," he said to her.
+
+"I am too tired; look at my hands," she said, and held them out to him.
+
+Then the tall man knelt down beside her and kissed her two hands, and as
+he kissed them all the sore places were suddenly healed, and the ugly
+scars vanished, and they grew white and soft again.
+
+"I shall be able to dig now," she said, joyfully.
+
+"There are no more potatoes to dig," said the tall man.
+
+Then she looked round and saw that all the potatoes were gone, and that
+everything was covered with flowers, instead, as far as she could see.
+
+"Oh, how beautiful!" she exclaimed, and then looked down at her rags.
+"Everything is beautiful except me."
+
+"And me," added the tall man.
+
+"Yet you look different somehow," she said, wonderingly, and put her
+hand on his face where the wrinkles had been a month ago.
+
+"I have been learning to dance for a whole month, you see," he said, and
+laughed merrily. "It is my turn to work again now, and you shall go back
+to the palace."
+
+The Princess did not look at all pleased at that.
+
+"I don't want to go back a bit," she said, "and besides, I can't go to
+the palace in this ragged dress, can I?"
+
+"The White Witch will give you back your fine clothes," he said.
+
+"Oh no! because, you see, I have cheated the White Witch out of her
+gift," cried Gyldea, laughing.
+
+"How?" he asked.
+
+"Because I gave her my happiness, and you have made it come back to me,"
+said the Princess, and laughed again.
+
+"I have cheated her too," said the tall man.
+
+"How?" she asked.
+
+"I gave her my good looks so that I could come and work near you, and
+you have made them come back again," he said, and kissed her.
+
+"Let us go to the palace," she said, presently.
+
+"Just as we are?" he asked.
+
+She was uncertain just for one minute.
+
+"Yes," she said, and took his hand.
+
+So he lifted her over the hedge again, and they walked up the garden
+path to the palace.
+
+"How beautiful the flowers are!" said the Princess, and the flowers felt
+immensely proud of themselves.
+
+"Who allowed these dreadfully ragged people in here?" exclaimed the
+Queen, who was taking a stroll with the King, in the hopes of getting an
+appetite for lunch.
+
+"I have come back," said the Princess, standing in front of her parents.
+
+"So have I," added the tall man.
+
+"Preposterous!" exclaimed the King. "They actually have the impudence to
+confess that they have been here before!"
+
+"Is it possible?" said all the courtiers.
+
+"At last there will be an execution!" gasped the little page in delight,
+and he ran round to get a better view.
+
+"Why, it is our Princess!" he screamed, and he waved his hat, and forgot
+he was in the royal presence, and stood on his head with delight. For no
+one had given him any sweets since the Princess Gyldea had disappeared.
+
+Every one who had an eye-glass put it on at once, and said that the
+little page was quite right; and those who only had their own eyes to
+depend upon believed what the others told them, and were all dumb with
+amazement.
+
+The Queen was so astonished that she said the first thing that came into
+her head, which, of course, was a thing she never did as a rule.
+
+"Then we need not have gone into mourning at all," she exclaimed. She
+remembered herself the next moment, however, and held out her arms
+affectionately. "Come and kiss me, my sweet child, and then go and
+change your clothes _at once_!"
+
+But the Princess led up the tall man.
+
+"I have brought back a lover too," she said.
+
+There was a great sensation among the courtiers.
+
+"This must be looked into," said the Queen, ceasing to be affectionate;
+and she trod on the King's toe.
+
+"Of course, of course, at once," added the King, hastily.
+
+"To have our daughter in rags is bad enough," continued the Queen, "but
+a ragged son-in-law is really too much."
+
+"In fact, he must be beheaded at once. Let us go in to lunch," said the
+King, with great presence of mind.
+
+"So, after all, there _will_ be an execution," said the little page to
+all the other pages; but none of them were in the least bit excited,
+because they had all seen as many executions in their day as any page
+could possibly wish.
+
+Then a very wonderful thing happened. A white mist began to rise slowly
+out of the ground, and it rolled all round the two ragged lovers, and
+grew thicker and thicker, until no one could see them at all.
+
+"It is the White Witch of the Waterfall," whispered the little page.
+
+"I shall catch a bad cold," said the Queen, sneezing. "What a lot of
+uncomfortable things seem to be happening this morning!"
+
+"And so near lunch-time too," added the King. "Do you suppose it would
+be any good to turn on the garden hose or fire a few cannons?"
+
+Then the mist began to roll away again, and the two ragged lovers were
+no longer there, but in their place stood the Princess Gyldea in her
+court robes, looking ten times more beautiful than she had ever looked
+before, and by her side--King Marigold himself.
+
+"Now I know why I fell in love with you when I saw you digging
+potatoes," said the Princess. "But why did you disguise yourself in that
+horrible way?"
+
+"I did it for both of us. We both had to be taught. Don't you
+understand?" said the young King with the serious face.
+
+And the Princess thought she did at last.
+
+"But you can dance well now?" she said, anxiously.
+
+"Ah yes. And I know how to laugh, too," he replied.
+
+The Queen came up with her face covered with smiles.
+
+"I am delighted," she said, "and you may both kiss my hand."
+
+"I thought I saw a resemblance all the time," said the King, "and if
+there are going to be no more mists, supposing we go in to lunch."
+
+All the courtiers, of course, had also known King Marigold all the time,
+but had not liked to say so; and the Princess kissed the little page on
+both cheeks, and they really did go in to lunch at last.
+
+And every year, in the far-away country where King Marigold and his
+Queen are still ruling over a nation of happy people, a very curious
+thing happens. For just about the time when most people go to the
+sea-side for a holiday the King and Queen come down from their throne
+and go out into the fields, and all the courtiers go with them; and
+there they spend a whole month digging potatoes among the peasants.
+
+And there is no one in the whole kingdom who does not know how to dance.
+
+
+
+
+THE CAPE COD SALT-WORKS.
+
+
+In the early days of New England, not very many years after the arrival
+of the Pilgrim fathers, a man named John Sears invented a method for
+getting the salt out of the sea-water. The colonists did not have many
+facilities for furnishing themselves with even the necessaries of life,
+and much of their daily work was given to inventing ways and means for
+providing themselves with food, clothing, and houses. One would think,
+however, that they must have such a common necessity as salt sent to
+them from the mother-country, but the distance was a long one then by
+the only means of transportation, which were the small ships in Great
+Britain, and the arrivals of these boats were few and far between.
+
+It became a necessity, therefore, for the colonists to provide
+themselves with salt, as with other things; and John Sears, who lived in
+the town of Dennis, on Cape Cod, hit upon the plan of abstracting the
+salt from salt water, refining it, and putting it on the market. The
+plan is a simple one, and not many years ago these queer-looking
+salt-works anywhere on the coast of Massachusetts were common sights to
+the residents there. They are now fast disappearing, and but few of them
+remain, as cheaper processes have made this method too expensive to keep
+up. It has therefore died a natural death.
+
+The plan was to put certain amounts of ordinary sea-water into large
+flat wooden basins in such small quantities that there was a depth of
+only about two or three inches. Each one of these basins had a cover,
+which could be rolled aside on wheels and runners, and which looked much
+like the roof of a small square house. In the daytime, when the sun was
+shining, the cover was rolled back and the sun allowed to dry up the
+water. During rainy weather, and even sometimes at night, the covers
+were rolled over the basins, thus preventing the rain itself or the
+heavy dews from getting into the salt water and delaying the action of
+the aim in drying it up. As the water was evaporated by the sun the hard
+salt was left on the bottom of the basin, and this could be used.
+
+Of course salt thus made was very coarse and full of impurities, but
+after a time the process was refined more and more, so that instead of
+using one basin for stated quantities of water, a series of three or
+four--one a little lower than another--were used. It was found that
+after a certain amount of evaporation had gone on, some of the
+substances had settled in the bottom or attached themselves to the sides
+of the basin. The remainder of the liquid could then be drawn off into
+the next basin and evaporated there, thus allowing the evaporation
+process to go on. This was again stopped after a time, and the liquid
+drawn off into the third basin. Each time certain sediments from the
+salt water were left in the basin, and thus, instead of having salt with
+all its impurities, after the drawing process was over certain
+impurities were extracted from the pure salt, and in the end the salt
+itself was of a far more refined character than before.
+
+[Illustration: SALT-WORKS.]
+
+These salt-works became so profitable that large marshes along Cape Cod
+up towards Boston and in other parts of the northeast Atlantic coast
+were given up to this process. Acres were often covered with these low
+foreign-looking huts, which consisted mostly of roofs. They were built
+in long rows, and often required the care of several men, whose homes
+were close to the works, and who might be seen going about pushing the
+roofs or covers over or back from the basins, as the weather demanded.
+Salt was sent from Cape Cod not only through Massachusetts, but through
+other colonies, and afterwards States in the Union, and it was not
+until, as has been said, the making of salt by chemical processes, or
+the using of rock-salt itself, became so cheap, that this primitive
+method was abandoned.
+
+[Illustration: THE WINDMILLS FOR CAPE COD SALT-WORKS.]
+
+Among the most striking features of these salt-works were the huge
+wooden windmills built along the row of basins nearest the sea, which
+were used for pumping the water from the ocean into the salt-works
+themselves. They were raised on wooden staging some fifty or sixty feet
+above the level of the ground, and were like the ordinary grinding
+windmill of the time, with four wings, sometimes of frame-work stretched
+with canvas, and sometimes with huge slats, after the manner of the
+ordinary house-blind. If you go to-day through Barnstable County, and
+further down the Cape through Yarmouth, Dennis, Worcester, and Orleans,
+you may see some of these salt-works--not now in operation, but resting
+quietly there until they drop to pieces from old age. Some of the
+windmills still stand, in part if not in whole, and they with the
+strange-looking squatty salt basins make the country look like some
+foreign land. It might either be a bit of Holland or some East-Indian or
+African scene, were it not for the stiff, severe white New England
+meeting-house that is sure to be not far away.
+
+
+
+
+A VIRGINIA CAVALIER.
+
+BY MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+
+
+The news brought by George confirmed all the fears of the war which was
+presently to begin and to last for seven years. The Governor immediately
+called together his council, laid before them Major Washington's report,
+and for once acted with promptitude. It was determined to raise a force
+of several hundred men to take possession of the disputed territory, and
+without a single opposing voice the command was offered to Major
+Washington, with the additional rank of Lieutenant-Colonel.
+
+George said little, but his gratification was deeper than he could
+express. He wrote to his mother at once, and also to Betty, and Betty
+answered: "Our mother is very resigned, for she knows, dear George, that
+when one has a son or a brother who is _a great military genius_, and
+who everybody knows must one day be _a great man_, one must give him up
+to his country." At which George laughed very much, for he did not think
+himself either a genius or a great man.
+
+After receiving the Governor's instructions, and paying a flying visit
+to Ferry Farm, George went to Mount Vernon, as all the preparations for
+the campaign were to be made at Alexandria, which was the rendezvous.
+
+His days were now spent in the most arduous labor. He knew what was
+before him, and he was full of care. He was very anxious to enlist men
+from the mountain districts, as being better able to withstand the
+hardships of a mountain campaign. He wrote to Lord Fairfax, who was
+Lieutenant of the county of Frederick, and a recruiting station was
+opened at Greenway Court. At last, in April, he was ready to march on
+his first campaign. His force consisted of about four hundred Virginia
+troops, with nine swivels mounted on carriages. He expected to be joined
+by other troops from Maryland and Pennsylvania, but he was doomed to be
+cruelly disappointed. The morning of the 15th of April, 1754, was bright
+and warm, and at eight o'clock the soldiers marched out, to the music of
+the fife and drum, from the town of Alexandria, with Colonel Washington
+at their head.
+
+They were a fine-looking body of men, but, as always, Colonel Washington
+was the finest figure present. He rode a superb chestnut horse,
+handsomely caparisoned. In his splendid new uniform his elegant figure
+showed to the greatest advantage. All the windows of the streets through
+which they marched were filled with spectators. At one Colonel
+Washington removed his chapeau, and bowed as if to royalty, for from it
+his mother and Betty were watching him. His mother raised her hands in
+blessing, while Betty held out her hands as if to clasp him. And when he
+had passed the two fond creatures fell into each other's arms and cried
+together very heartily.
+
+Captain Vanbraam commanded the first company. In one of the
+baggage-wagons sat a familiar figure. It was Billy--not left behind this
+time, but taken as George's body-servant.
+
+On the 20th Will's Creek was reached. A small party of men under Captain
+Trench had been sent forward by the Governor to the Ohio River, with
+orders to build a fort at what is now Pittsburg, and there await Colonel
+Washington. But while the Virginia troops were marching through the
+forest, before sighting the creek, an officer on a horse was seen
+approaching. He rode up to George, and, saluting, said:
+
+"I am Ensign Ward, sir, of Captain Trench's company."
+
+"From the fort at the meeting of the Alleghany and Monongahela?" asked
+George.
+
+"Ah, sir," cried the young officer, with tears in his eyes, "the fort is
+no longer ours. A French force, consisting of nearly a thousand men,
+appeared while we were at work on it, and opened fire on us. We were but
+forty-one, and we were forced to hoist the white flag without firing a
+shot."
+
+This was indeed dreadful news. It showed that the French were fully
+alive to the situation, if not beforehand, with the English. Even a
+small detachment of the French force could cut off and destroy this
+little band of four companies. George's mind was hard at work while
+young Ward gave the details of the surrender. His only comment was:
+
+"We must push on to a point I have marked on the Monongahela, and there
+build the fort, instead of at the junction of the rivers."
+
+After passing Will's Creek they were in the heart of the wilderness. The
+transportation of the guns, ammunition, and baggage was so difficult,
+owing to the wildness of the country, that they were fourteen days in
+making fourteen miles. But the men, animated by their commander, toiled
+uncomplainingly at work most distasteful to soldiers--cutting down
+trees, making bridges, and dragging the guns over rocks when wheels
+could not turn. Even Billy worked for the first time in his life. One
+night, after three weeks of this labor, an Indian stalked up to the camp
+and demanded to see the commander. George happened to be passing on his
+nightly round of inspection, and in a moment recognized his old friend
+Tanacharison. "Welcome!" cried the chief in the Indian tongue, and
+calling George by his Indian name of "Young White Warrior."
+
+"Welcome to you," answered George, more than pleased to see his ally.
+
+"This is no time for much talk," said the Indian. "Fifty French soldiers
+with Captain Jumonville are concealed in a glen six miles away. They are
+spies for the main body--for the French have three men to your one--and
+if they find you here you will be cut to pieces. But if you can catch
+the French spies, the main body will not know where you are; and," he
+added, with a crafty smile, "if they should meet Tanacharison, he will
+send them a hundred miles in the wrong direction."
+
+George saw in a moment the excellence of the old chief's advice.
+Tanacharison knew the road, which was comparatively easy, and offered to
+guide them, and to assist with several of his braves. It was then nine
+o'clock, and rain had begun to fall in torrents. George retired to his
+rude shelter of boughs, called together his officers, and announced his
+intention of attacking this party of fifty Frenchmen. He made a list of
+forty picked men, and at midnight he caused them to be wakened quietly,
+and set off without arousing the whole camp.
+
+The wind roared and the rain changed to hail, but still the Virginians,
+with Washington at their head, kept on through the woods. Sometimes they
+sank up to their knees in quagmires--again they cut their feet against
+sharp stones; but they never halted. At daybreak they entered the glen
+in two files, the Indians on one side, the Virginians on the other,
+George leading. It was a wild place, surrounded by rocks, with only one
+narrow cleft for entrance. Just as the last man had entered the alarm
+was given, and firing began from both parties at the same time. The
+French resisted bravely, headed by Captain Jumonville, who was the first
+man to fall; but a quarter of an hour's sharp fighting decided the
+skirmish, and the French called for quarter. This was George's baptism
+of fire, and it was the beginning of war between France and England,
+which was to last, with but a few years' intermission, for more than
+fifty years.
+
+The prisoners were at once taken back to the American camp, and then
+sent, under guard, back to Virginia. This little success raised the
+spirits of the troops very much, but George, with a prophetic eye, knew
+that as soon as the story of Jumonville's defeat and death reached the
+French, a formidable force would be sent out against him. He had brave
+and active spies, who penetrated almost as far as Fort Duquesne, as the
+French had named Trench's fort, but none of them equalled old
+Tanacharison. One night, the last of June, he and three other scouts
+brought the news that the French were advancing, nine hundred strong,
+and were near at hand. A council of war was called, and it was
+determined to retreat to Great Meadows, where a better stand could be
+made, and where it was thought provisions and re-enforcements would meet
+them. Accordingly at daybreak a start was made. The horses had become so
+weak from insufficient food that they could no longer drag the light
+swivels, and the men were forced to haul them. George himself set the
+example of the officers walking, and, dismounting, loaded his horse with
+public stores, while he engaged the men, for liberal pay, to carry his
+own small baggage. It very much disgusted Billy to be thrown out of his
+comfortable seat in the baggage-wagon, but he was forced to leg it like
+his betters.
+
+Two days' slow and painful marching brought them to Great Meadows, but,
+to their intense disappointment, not a man was found, nor provisions of
+any sort. The men were disheartened, but unmurmuring.
+
+George immediately set them to work felling trees and making such
+breastworks of earth and rocks as they could manage with their few
+tools.
+
+"I shall call this place Fort Necessity," he said to his officers; "for
+it is necessity, not choice, that made me retreat here."
+
+Every hour in the day and night he expected to be attacked, but no
+attack would have caught him unprepared to resist as best he could with
+his feeble force. His ceaseless vigilance surprised even those who knew
+how tireless he was.
+
+At last, on the morning of the 3d of July, just as George had finished
+making the round of the sentries, he heard, across the camp, a shot,
+followed by the sudden shriek of a wounded man. The French skirmishers
+were on the ground, and one of them, being seen stealing along in the
+underbrush, had been challenged by the sentry, and had fired in reply
+and winged his man. The alarm was given, and by nine o'clock it was
+known that a French force of nine hundred men, with artillery, was
+approaching rapidly. By eleven o'clock the gleam of their muskets could
+be seen through the trees as they advanced to the attack. Meanwhile not
+a moment since the first alarm had been lost in the American camp.
+George seemed to be everywhere at once, animating his men, and seeing
+that every possible preparation was made. He had posted his little force
+in the best possible manner, and had instructed his officers to fight
+where they were, and not to be drawn from their position into the woods,
+where the French could slaughter them at will.
+
+The French began their fire at six hundred yards, but the Americans did
+not return a shot until the enemy was within range, when George, himself
+sighting a swivel, sent a shot screeching into the midst of them. He
+fully expected an assault, but the French were wary, and, knowing their
+superiority in force, as well as the longer range of their artillery,
+withdrew farther into the woods, and began to play their guns on the
+Americans, who could not fire an effective shot. The French
+sharp-shooters, too, posting themselves behind trees, picked off the
+Americans, and especially aimed at the horses, which they destroyed one
+by one. All during the hot July day this continued. The Americans showed
+an admirable spirit, and this young commander, with the fortitude of a
+veteran, encouraged them to resist, but he was too good a soldier not to
+see that there could be but one issue to it. At every volley from the
+French some of the Americans dropped, and this going on, hour after
+hour, under a burning sun, by weary, half-starved men, would have tried
+the courage of the best soldiers in the world. But the men and their
+young commander were animated by the same spirit--they must stubbornly
+defend every inch of ground and die in the last ditch.
+
+Captain Vanbraam, who was second in command, was a man of much coolness,
+and knew the smell of burning powder well. During the day, standing near
+him, he said quietly to George:
+
+"I see, Colonel Washington, that you practise the tactics of all great
+soldiers: if you cannot win, you will at least make the enemy pay dearly
+for his victory."
+
+George turned a pale but determined face upon him. "I must never let the
+Frenchman think that Americans are easily beaten. They outnumber us
+three to one, but we must fight for honor when we can no longer fight
+for victory. Nor can I acknowledge myself beaten before the Frenchman
+thinks so, and he must sound the parley first. The braver our defence
+the better will be the terms offered us."
+
+Captain Vanbraam gazed with admiration at the commanding officer of
+twenty-three--so cool, so determined in the face of certain disaster.
+George, in all his life, had never seen so many dead and wounded as on
+that July day, but he bore the sight unflinchingly.
+
+About sunset on this terrible day a furious thunder-storm arose. Within
+ten minutes the sky, that had gleamed all day like a dome of heated
+brass, grew black. The clouds rushed from all points of the compass, and
+formed a dense black pall overhead. It seemed to touch the very tops of
+the tall pines, that rocked and swayed fearfully as a wind fierce and
+sudden swept through them. A crash of thunder like two worlds coming
+together followed a flash of lightning which rent the heavens. As tree
+after tree was struck in the forest, and came down the sharp crash was
+heard. Then the heavens were opened and floods descended. At the
+beginning of the tempest George had promptly ordered the men to
+withdraw, with the wounded, inside the rude fort. He worked alongside
+with the private soldiers in trying to make the wounded men more
+comfortable, and lifted many of them with his own arms into the
+best-protected spots. It was impossible to secure them from the rain,
+however, or to keep the powder dry, and George saw, with an anguish that
+nearly broke his heart, that he had fired his last shot.
+
+For two hours the storm raged, and then died away as suddenly as it
+rose. A pallid moon came out in the heavens, and a solemn and awful
+silence succeeded the uproar of tempest and battle. About nine o'clock,
+by the dim light of a few lanterns, the Americans saw a party
+approaching bearing a white flag, and with a drummer beating the parley.
+George, who was the first to see them, turned to Captain Vanbraam.
+
+"You will meet them, Captain, but by no means allow them to enter the
+fort so they can see our desperate situation."
+
+Captain Vanbraam, accompanied by two other officers, met the Frenchmen
+outside the breastworks, where they received a letter from the French
+commander to Colonel Washington. George read it by the light of a pine
+torch which Captain Vanbraam held for him. It ran:
+
+     "SIR,--Desirous to avoid the useless effusion of blood, and to save
+     the lives of gallant enemies like yourself and the men under your
+     command, I propose a parley to arrange the terms of surrender of
+     your forces to me as the representative of his most Christian
+     Majesty. Captain Du Val, the bearer of this, is empowered to make
+     terms with you or your representative, according to conditions
+     which I have given him in writing, of which the first is that your
+     command be permitted to march out with all the honors of war, drums
+     beating and colors flying. I have the honor to be, sir, with the
+     highest respect,
+
+  "Your obedient, humble servant,
+  "DUCHAINE."
+
+As George finished reading this letter, for one moment his calmness
+deserted him, and with a groan he covered his face with his hands. But
+it was only for a moment; the next he had recovered a manly composure.
+With a drum head for a table and a log of wood for a seat he called his
+officers about him, and quietly discussed the proposed terms, Captain
+Vanbraam translating to those who did not understand French. The
+conditions were highly honorable. The Frenchman knew what he was about,
+and the stubborn resistance of the Americans had earned them not only
+the respect, but the substantial consideration of the French. They were
+to be paroled on delivering up their prisoners, and were to retain their
+side-arms and baggage.
+
+The men knew what was going on, as orders had been given to cease
+firing, and having built camp-fires, sat about them, gloomy and
+despondent. But no word of murmuring escaped them. When at last, in
+about an hour, the preliminaries were arranged, signed, and sent to the
+French commander, George assembled round him the remnant of men left.
+
+"My men," he said, in a choked voice, "to-morrow morning at nine o'clock
+we shall march out of Fort Necessity beaten but not disgraced. Every man
+here has done his whole duty, but we were outnumbered three to one; and
+our fight this day has been for our honor, not for victory, because
+victory was impossible. We are accorded all the honors of war, which
+shows that we are fighting men as honorable as ourselves. I thank you
+every one, officers and soldiers, for the manly defence you have made.
+This is our first fight, but it is not our last, and the time will come,
+I hope, when we can wipe out this day's record by a victory gained not
+by superior force, but by superior gallantry."
+
+A cheer broke from the men who had listened to him. They were soldiers,
+and they knew that they had been well commanded, and that the unequal
+battle had been very nobly fought; and George Washington was one of the
+few men in the world's history who could always command in defeat the
+confidence that other men can only secure in success.
+
+[Illustration: WITH DRUMS BEATING AND COLORS FLYING.]
+
+Next morning--by a strange coincidence the Fourth of July, then an
+unmarked day in the calendar--at nine o'clock the Americans marched out
+of camp. The French were drawn up in parallel lines in front of the
+intrenchment. Knowing that the American officers would be afoot, the
+French officers sent their horses to the rear. As the Americans marched
+out, with George Washington at their head, the French commander,
+Duchaine, turned to his officers and said, smiling:
+
+"Look at that beautiful boy commander! Are not such provincials worth
+conquering?"
+
+The Americans halted, and George advanced to thank the French commander
+for the extreme courtesy shown the Americans, for it was the policy of
+the French to conciliate the Americans, and to profess to think them
+driven into the war by England.
+
+Before George could speak, the Frenchman, saluting, said:
+
+"Colonel Washington, I had heard that you were young, but not until
+this moment did I fully realize it. All day yesterday I thought I was
+fighting a man as old in war as I am, and I have been a soldier for more
+than thirty years."
+
+George could only say a few words in reply, but to the core of his heart
+he felt the cordial respect given to him by his enemies.
+
+But his thoughts were bitter on that homeward march. He had been sent
+out to do great things, and he came back a defeated man. By the
+watch-fires at night he prepared his account to be submitted to Governor
+Dinwiddie, and it was the most painful work of his life. After two
+weeks' travel, the latter part of it in advance of his command, he
+reached Williamsburg. The House of Burgesses was in session, and this
+gave him a painful kind of satisfaction. He would know at once what was
+thought of his conduct.
+
+On the day of his arrival he presented himself before Governor
+Dinwiddie, who received him kindly.
+
+"We know, Colonel Washington," he said, "that you surrendered three
+hundred men to nine hundred. But we also know that you gave them a
+tussle for it. Remain here until I have communicated with the House of
+Burgesses, when you will, no doubt, be sent for."
+
+George remained in his rooms at the Raleigh Tavern, seeing no one. He
+knew the Governor perfectly well--a man of good heart but weak head--and
+he set more value on the verdict of his own countrymen, assembled as
+Burgesses, than on the Governor's approval. He did not have to wait
+long. The House of Burgesses received his report, read it, and expressed
+a high sense of Colonel Washington's courage and ability, although, in
+spite of both, he had been unfortunate, and declared a continuation of
+their confidence in him. Not so Governor Dinwiddie. His heart was right,
+but whenever he thought for himself he always thought wrong. The fact
+that he had to report to the home government the failure of this
+inadequate expedition set him to contriving, as all weak men will, some
+one or some circumstance on which to shift the responsibility. It
+occurred to him at once: the Virginia troops were only provincial
+troops, Colonel Washington was a provincial officer. What was needed,
+this wise Governor concluded, were regular troops and regular officers.
+This he urged strongly in his report to the home government, and next
+day he sent for George.
+
+"Colonel Washington," he said, suddenly, "I believe nothing can be
+accomplished without the aid of regular troops from England, and I have
+asked for at least two regiments for the next campaign. Meanwhile I have
+determined to raise ten companies to assist the regular force which is
+promised us in the spring, for it is now too late in the season for
+military operations. I offer you the command of one of those companies.
+Your former officers will be similarly provided for; but I will state
+frankly that when the campaign opens, the officers of the same rank in
+his Majesty's regular troops will outrank those in the provincial army."
+
+George listened to this remarkable speech with the red slowly mounting
+into his face. His temper, brought under control only by the most
+determined will, showed in his eyes, which literally blazed with anger.
+
+"Sir," he said, after a moment, "as I understand, you offer me a
+Captain's commission in exchange for that which I now bear of
+Lieutenant-Colonel, and I am to be made the equal of men whom I have
+commanded, and all of us are to be outranked by the regular force."
+
+The Governor shifted uneasily in his chair, and finally began a long
+rigmarole which he meant for an explanation. George heard him through in
+an unbroken silence, which very much disconcerted the Governor. Then he
+rose and said, with a low bow:
+
+"Sir, I decline to accept the commission you offer me, and I think you
+must suppose me as empty as the commission itself in proposing it. I
+shall also have the honor of surrendering to your Excellency the
+commission of Lieutenant-Colonel, which you gave me; and I bid you, sir,
+good-morning"--and he was gone.
+
+The Governor looked about him, dazed at finding himself so suddenly
+alone.
+
+"What a young fire-eater!" he soliloquized. "But it is the way with
+these republicans. They fancy themselves quite as good as anybody the
+King can send over here, and the spirit shown by this young game-cock is
+just what I might have expected of him."
+
+The Governor tried to dismiss the subject from his mind, but he could
+not, and he soon found out that "the young game-cock's" spurs were fully
+grown.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+IN THE OLD HERRICK HOUSE.
+
+BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+
+At the threshold of the library Miss Herrick paused. "I cannot go into
+that room, Elizabeth," she said. "How cruel you are to subject me to
+this again! Bring the boy to me here, if you are speaking the truth and
+he is really in the house."
+
+Elizabeth found her brother at the top of the stairs.
+
+"Come down," she said. "Aunt Caroline wants you."
+
+Without a word he brushed past her and went to the library. He was too
+angry to speak. Miss Herrick had seated herself in a high-backed chair,
+which had the appearance of being a throne of justice, while she herself
+looked sufficiently stern and forbidding to cause the stoutest heart to
+quail. Neither she nor her sister gave Valentine the slightest sign of
+greeting. The boy might have been an absolute stranger to them.
+
+Miss Herrick motioned to her niece to come to her side, but Elizabeth
+did not heed her. She had followed Valentine into the room, and she now
+stood beside him.
+
+"What have you to say for yourself?" asked their aunt, after a pause
+which to the two culprits seemed hours long.
+
+"Nothing," said Valentine.
+
+"You mean that you have no excuse to offer?"
+
+There was no answer.
+
+"Unless you explain fully why you are here and why you crept into the
+house in this underhand manner, I will telegraph at once to your uncle
+and aunt. Perhaps they will be able to account for your conduct."
+
+"They don't know anything about it," Val blurted out at last.
+
+"I thought not; but for all that I shall send for them to come. Their
+nephew needs looking after, and they should know it."
+
+"This is your fault," cried Valentine, turning upon Elizabeth. "All
+would have gone right if you had not been a traitor. I could have gone
+off to-morrow morning, and no one would have known anything. Now the
+'Q. R. K.' is done for as far as I am concerned, and I am in this scrape
+besides."
+
+"Elizabeth did quite the proper thing," said Miss Herrick, "and now I
+wish you to explain yourself. I give you five minutes. At the end of
+that time, if you have not begun to explain, I will telegraph to your
+uncle." She glanced at the clock as she spoke.
+
+"Oh, I suppose there is no help for it," said Valentine. "I've got to
+tell you! The 'Q. R. K.' is a secret society at our school, and you have
+to be initiated. I have been wanting to belong for ever so long, and
+this year I was elected. I had been telling the fellows about this
+house, and the queer room no one ever goes into, and how Elizabeth had
+the Brady girls there once, and they said that part of my initiation
+would be to come on here without any one knowing it, and spend the night
+in that room, and get back again the next day. They knew I couldn't do
+it, but if I did they would put me on the executive committee, and that
+is a big honor for a new member. Of course I thought it would be a lark
+to do it, and I was sure I could manage it. Aunt Helen thinks I am
+spending the night with one of the fellows. It would have been all right
+if Elizabeth hadn't gone back on me. I was to take back a statement from
+her that no one had seen me."
+
+The Misses Herrick looked at him in amazement. "Do you mean to say that
+such things are customary among school-boys?" asked Miss Rebecca.
+
+"I don't know," returned Valentine, sullenly. "I am only telling you
+about our club."
+
+"Do you think, Valentine, that it was the proper thing for you to do,
+after you had been a guest in this house and had profited by our
+hospitality, to return to your home and gossip of our private affairs?
+Of that--that room? And we your own aunts, your father's sisters?"
+
+It was Miss Herrick who asked these questions.
+
+"No," said the boy, "I don't suppose it was. But I didn't gossip; only
+girls do that. One day when we were all telling queer stories, I told
+this. I never thought at the time, and afterwards when they were
+planning my initiation rites one of the fellows remembered it. That is
+all."
+
+"And quite enough. As that room is connected with the greatest sorrow of
+my life, you have hurt me more than you can ever realize. You are
+cruel."
+
+"Don't say that to Val," said Elizabeth. "After all, Aunt Caroline, it
+was really my fault that he got in there. He never would have known
+anything about it last year if I had not told him and taken him there,
+and I ought not to have let him in this time. I was the one who went to
+your desk and got the key and opened the door. He didn't do one of those
+things. And you would never have known about it if I had not told. I
+think I am the one to be scolded, Aunt Caroline--really, I do."
+
+"You certainly are very much to blame, Elizabeth. I shall punish you by
+withdrawing my consent to your taking drawing-lessons. I had supposed
+that you had outgrown your prying, curious ways. I see that you are no
+more worthy of trust than you used to be."
+
+Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears and her lip trembled. It had been so
+hard for her to determine to betray Valentine, and now they were all
+against her. He, especially. But the boy, after a long pause, suddenly
+spoke:
+
+"Look here, Aunt Caroline! I think you are mighty hard on Elizabeth. I
+am as mad as I can be at her for peaching, and I sha'n't forgive her in
+a hurry, but you have no right to blame her such a lot. I took her by
+surprise, in the first place, and I made her go and get the key and open
+the door. Of course she ought not to have told after that was all done,
+but still it wasn't her fault that I got in there."
+
+It cost Valentine some effort to say this. It was by no means an easy
+matter for him to shoulder the blame, but, as he said afterwards, he
+could not stand there and hear his aunt pitching into little Elizabeth,
+who had been so ready to make excuses for him. He was rewarded by
+Elizabeth's grateful look, which he pretended not to see; and when she
+stole her hand into his and squeezed it, he impatiently shook her off.
+
+Valentine departed in disgrace the following day, and the letter which
+Miss Herrick wrote to his uncle bore such results that he concluded that
+it would be wiser in future to avoid any such initiation rites as those
+which had just been attempted.
+
+Elizabeth went to school as usual, but it was with so sad a heart that
+even her friend Patsy could not succeed in cheering her. A note was sent
+to Mrs. Arnold, which told her that Miss Herrick's niece was not to take
+drawing lessons, so that delightful prospect faded away into thin air,
+much to the little girl's disappointment.
+
+And the room was closed again, and life in the old Herrick house went on
+about as usual, until an event came to pass by which it was again
+startled out of its accustomed calm, and which brought a great change
+into Elizabeth's existence.
+
+For some weeks Patsy Loring had been planning to give a party. It was to
+be on her birthday, which fell on the first day of December. Elizabeth
+had never been to a party in her life, and the thought of going to one,
+and to one so delightful as Patsy Loring's was sure to be, served to
+keep her awake at night and to absorb her mind by day. And then a
+present was to be bought, and although her aunts took little interest in
+the all-important subject, Elizabeth was allowed to go to Chestnut
+Street under the care of the maid, and after much hesitation and the
+visiting of many shops, a beautiful silver pencil was selected for Patsy
+to use in school.
+
+Twenty times a day did Elizabeth gaze upon it as it lay on green cotton
+in a pink box, and at last it was tied up in tissue-paper with a colored
+ribbon, and carried to Patsy's house, for the hour for the party had
+arrived.
+
+Elizabeth Herrick had grown to be quite a tall girl, and in many
+respects she seemed much older than her thirteen years, while in others
+she was a mere child.
+
+Her beautiful hair still hung in a shining mass over her shoulders, and
+she was simply dressed in a white frock with a broad blue sash about her
+waist. Her aunt believed in "dressing children as children," so that she
+seemed almost out of place among the very young-ladyfied girls who
+assembled at Mis. Loring's on this birthday afternoon.
+
+After supper--for it was a tea party--Patsy's sister took her seat at
+the piano, and they all danced. All except Elizabeth. The mere idea of
+being asked to dance so terrified her that she fled up stairs to the
+little sitting-room, determined to stay there until the evening had worn
+away and some one should come to take her home.
+
+She was overcome with disappointment. Even the pencil had not been the
+success that she had anticipated, for all the girls had brought presents
+to Patsy, and among them had been a pencil which she very much feared
+her friend might admire more than the one she had given, although Patsy
+had thrown her arms about Elizabeth's neck and declared hers to be the
+sweetest in the world.
+
+"There are so many disappointing things," thought Elizabeth, at the age
+of the thirteen. "I wonder, if my father were to come home I should be
+disappointed about him!"
+
+In the sitting-room she found a lady, who sat by the table, reading the
+evening paper. Elizabeth did not see at first who it was, for her face
+was hidden, but the lady looked up presently, and, to her surprise, it
+proved to be Mrs. Brown, who gave drawing and painting lessons at the
+school.
+
+She was a very beautiful woman, and Elizabeth had always admired her in
+secret, and had longed more than ever to be allowed to take lessons of
+her. They had never exchanged a word, however, for Mrs. Brown was at the
+school merely during the hours of her lessons, and knew only those girls
+who were in her classes, but she recognized Elizabeth's face to-night,
+and smiled kindly at the little girl when she saw her.
+
+"You are one of Miss Garner's pupils, are you not?" she said, with the
+lovely light in her eyes that won the heart of every girl to whom she
+spoke. "I think I have seen you there, although you are not in my
+class."
+
+"No," said Elizabeth, "I am not in your class, though I do wish I could
+be. I love drawing."
+
+"Perhaps another year you may be allowed to study."
+
+"I am afraid not," replied Elizabeth, sadly; "my aunt does not approve
+of my learning it. I don't know why. She said once that I might, but I
+was dreadfully bad--so naughty that she had to punish me by not letting
+me learn to draw and paint, and I do love it so!"
+
+"I am sorry," said Mrs. Brown; "but you do not look as if you could be
+dreadfully bad."
+
+"Oh, but I am!" replied the little girl, earnestly. "I am terribly
+curious, for one thing, but I don't think I should be if there were not
+so many mysteries in our house. Don't you hate mysteries?"
+
+"They are not agreeable things, certainly. Tell me what your name is. I
+feel sure we shall be friends, and you remind me of some one whom I used
+to know."
+
+"Oh, do you think so?" cried Elizabeth, going to her side. "I do love
+friends, and this is the first year I ever had any. My name is Elizabeth
+Herrick."
+
+"Elizabeth Herrick!" repeated Mrs. Brown, in a low, startled voice.
+"Where--where do you live?"
+
+"I live in Fourth Street. With my two aunts. What is the matter, Mrs.
+Brown? Don't you feel well?"
+
+"Yes, dear. It was only a momentary shock. I--I sometimes have them. You
+live with your aunts, you say? How many aunts have you?"
+
+"Two--Aunt Caroline and Aunt Rebecca."
+
+"And did you never have any other?"
+
+"No, not here in Philadelphia. There was never any one else in our
+family but my father."
+
+"So they have not told her!" murmured Mrs. Brown, but so low that
+Elizabeth could not quite catch the words. Then with an effort she
+continued, "And your father! Where is he?"
+
+"He is abroad. He has never lived at home since my mother died, and that
+was when I was a baby, so I have never seen him."
+
+"Ah, poor Edward!" said Mrs. Brown.
+
+"Why, Mrs. Brown, do you know him? That is exactly what Aunt Caroline
+always calls him. Do you know my father?"
+
+"What did I say?" exclaimed Mrs. Brown, hurriedly. "I must have been
+thinking of--at least, I used to know your father, it is true. But don't
+ask me any more, my child; and perhaps it would be as well not to
+mention to your aunts that--that you have seen me."
+
+"Another mystery!" cried Elizabeth. "Oh, dear me, I do hate them!"
+
+"My child," said Mrs. Brown, taking the little girl's hands in her own
+and looking tenderly into the great brown eyes, "I do not ask you to
+hide anything on my account. Say just what you think best. And I hope I
+shall see more of you, Elizabeth. Perhaps some day you can come to see
+me with Patsy. My home is in the country, and I am merely spending the
+night with Mrs. Loring, who is an old friend whom I have not seen in
+some years. She only discovered to-day that I was at the school, and she
+begged me to stay with her to-night. I am sitting here waiting for her
+to come to me. And now I want you to kiss me, Elizabeth, for already I
+love you dearly."
+
+Elizabeth threw her arms about her new friend.
+
+"You are the most beautiful lady in the world," she whispered. "And I
+wish you were my mother or my aunt."
+
+They were interrupted by a maid who came to say that the carriage had
+been sent for Miss Elizabeth Herrick, and that she must hurry. Her aunts
+wanted her at once.
+
+"I wonder why," said Elizabeth, discontentedly, as she glanced at the
+clock. "Aunt Caroline told me I could stay until nine o'clock, and it is
+only eight now. And I was just beginning to enjoy the party."
+
+"Never mind, dear," said Mrs. Brown; "it is very nice that you happened
+to come up here and find me, and I shall look forward to seeing you
+again soon. Perhaps after a time you may be allowed to take
+drawing-lessons. I am so glad you love it, Elizabeth"--kissing her
+again--"and I am more glad still that you like me even a tiny bit!"
+
+"Like you!" cried Elizabeth. "I love you. I adore you!"
+
+And then she ran to put on her coat and hat, for her aunt's message had
+been imperative, and she dared not linger.
+
+She was driven quickly home, and when the door was opened for her the
+man told her that her aunts were in the library and wished to see her at
+once. Wondering, she ran up stairs, and, drawing aside the portière, she
+entered the room. It was more brightly lighted than usual, and her eyes
+fell upon a group of people who were sitting at the farther end of it,
+beyond the big library table.
+
+Her two aunts were there, and a gentleman whose back was turned to her.
+A strange feeling came over Elizabeth. Who was this gentleman? Why had
+they sent for her? Was the longing of years to be fulfilled at last?
+
+They did not see her at first, not until she had slowly advanced and was
+very near them. Then Miss Herrick discovered her.
+
+"Oh," she exclaimed, "you are here! Edward, this is Elizabeth."
+
+The gentleman turned quickly and rose to his feet. "So this is
+Elizabeth!" he repeated. "My child, do you know who I am?"
+
+"Yes!" she cried, with a sob in her voice, "you are my father, at last,
+at last!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was half an hour later, and Elizabeth was even yet unable to realize
+that her father was actually here, in the same room with her, touching
+her, stroking her hair. She had drawn a footstool to the side of his
+chair, and sat holding his hand in both of hers, and looking up into his
+face.
+
+He seemed older than she had thought, for the photograph of him that she
+had was taken long ago when he was first married. His eyes were sad now,
+and his hair and mustache were quite gray, while his face was browned
+with exposure to the sun, for he had travelled widely.
+
+"And so you are glad to see me, Elizabeth?" he said.
+
+[Illustration: "GLAD? WHY, YOU ARE MY FATHER!"]
+
+"Glad? Why, you are my father!"
+
+And the look in Elizabeth's eyes and the tone of her voice showed that
+these words conveyed all that could be said.
+
+"Poor little girl, I have neglected you."
+
+"Elizabeth can scarcely be said to have been neglected," put in Miss
+Herrick, somewhat stiffly.
+
+"Oh no, Aunt Caroline, you have been very good to take care of me so
+long, and I have given you so much trouble; but you are not my father,
+and I have wanted him so much."
+
+"And what do you think was the means of bringing me home at last,
+Elizabeth?"
+
+"I don't know, father."
+
+Mr. Herrick released her hand for a moment, and took from his pocket a
+leather case. Carefully put away in the innermost compartment was a
+letter. The envelope was covered with postmarks, and it had the
+appearance of having journeyed to many places.
+
+"Do you remember this letter that you wrote me more than a year ago?" he
+asked. "It reached me only the day before I sailed, and until it came,
+Elizabeth, I had no intention of sailing for many years to come. It has
+followed me about from place to place, and has been mislaid and sent
+astray, until at last it found me. When I read it, Elizabeth, I believe
+I realized for the first time that I had a daughter, and that I ought to
+come home to her."
+
+"Oh, father! did that letter really bring you at last? I knew it would,
+for it is what I have prayed for every night and morning ever since I
+wrote it; but you were so long in coming that I had almost begun to give
+up hoping."
+
+"May I see the letter?" asked Miss Herrick.
+
+"No," said her brother. "I don't think any one shall ever read this
+letter but my daughter and myself." Which made Elizabeth sigh with
+satisfaction.
+
+There was a short pause, and then she summoned courage to ask a
+question--one of the utmost importance, and the asking of which cost her
+a great effort. She rose from her stool and stood in front of her
+father, her hands clasped behind her and tightly locked.
+
+"Father," she said, timidly.
+
+"What is it, my darling?"
+
+"I want you to look at me very, very hard. Do you think--you--can--bear
+the sight of me?"
+
+"My child, what on earth do you mean? You are the most beautiful sight
+in the world to me."
+
+He put his arms around her and drew her down to his knee. Elizabeth hid
+her face on his shoulder and cried with relief.
+
+It was indeed a happy Elizabeth who went to bed that night, and the next
+morning when she awoke and remembered that her father was actually in
+the house, she was obliged to pinch herself to make sure that it was not
+all a dream.
+
+When she went down to breakfast there he was, waiting to kiss her for
+good-morning, and Elizabeth felt that she was at last like other girls
+with a father to love her, and she should soon have a brother also, for
+Valentine had already been sent for, and would hereafter make his home
+with them in the house which their father intended to buy.
+
+Elizabeth rather dreaded Val's coming, for she feared that he had not
+yet forgiven her for telling their aunt of his previous visit; but when
+he arrived, a few days later, she found that he was ready to acknowledge
+that his sister had done right, and that it was he who had been in the
+wrong.
+
+The morning after Mr. Herrick's return the father and daughter had a
+long conversation, and Elizabeth was able to ask him about the subjects
+which most interested her. One question related to her drawing-lessons,
+which her father readily promised that she should take. The other was in
+regard to the mystery of the locked door.
+
+"It was your aunt's room, my child," said Mr. Herrick.
+
+"But which aunt, father--Aunt Caroline or Aunt Rebecca?"
+
+"Your aunt Mildred."
+
+"But who was she? I never heard of her."
+
+"You have never heard of your aunt Mildred? Is it possible?"
+
+And then he told her of his beautiful younger sister who, years before,
+when she was but twenty, had left home to become a trained nurse in a
+hospital. Miss Herrick, who was devotedly fond of her, and who had
+expected her to make a brilliant marriage, had bitterly opposed this
+course.
+
+"They were equally obstinate," said Mr. Herrick, "and neither one would
+give up. It was not that it was a disgraceful thing for Mildred to
+do--far from it. She had a longing to do some good in the world, and it
+suited her fancy to try to do it in that way. In a year or two she would
+probably have come back. But Caroline told her she must make her choice
+then and there--if she left her it was to be forever; and Mildred chose
+to go. Your aunt Caroline never forgave her for this, and her room has
+been closed and padlocked ever since, and her name is never mentioned.
+It is a sad story, Elizabeth, and I think your aunt has made a mistake;
+but it is not for me to judge her, I who have neglected my children all
+these years. We Herricks are all more or less peculiar."
+
+Elizabeth told her father of the letters in the closed room, and from
+one of them Mr. Herrick learned that his sister had married an artist by
+the name of Brown. A second letter told that he had died within a year
+of their marriage, that her money was almost gone, and that she was now
+obliged to support herself.
+
+Mr. Herrick reproached his sister Caroline for not having forwarded
+these letters to him, and although Miss Herrick tried to defend herself,
+she knew in her heart that she had done very wrong, and she longed to
+make amends to the Mildred whom she had once loved so dearly. But she
+gave no outward sign of this change of feeling.
+
+Mr. Herrick determined to lose no further time in looking for Mildred,
+but he wished, first of all, to settle Elizabeth comfortably at school
+in regard to her drawing-lessons, which seemed to be so near her heart.
+That very morning, therefore, he went with her to Mrs. Arnold's, and
+asked to see the teacher of drawing and painting. Mrs. Arnold left the
+room to send her to the parlor, and the father and daughter were left
+alone together.
+
+Presently there was a faint sound on the stairs, a rustle in the hall.
+The door was opened and Mrs. Brown came in. Mr. Herrick, attracted by
+the slight sound of her entrance, turned, and their eyes met. For a
+moment he was speechless, and there was a silence in the room.
+
+"Mildred!" he said, starting forward, "have I found you here?"
+
+"Edward, at last you have come!"
+
+The three returned to Fourth Street together, and Mr. Herrick and his
+sister waited in the parlor while Elizabeth went to her aunts. She found
+them in the library.
+
+"Aunt Caroline," said she, standing in front of her, "whom do you love
+best in the world?"
+
+Her aunt looked at her for a moment without speaking. Then she said,
+"You, Elizabeth, I think."
+
+"No, there is some one else. Some one you used to love and who loved
+you, and she is here now, in this very house. Come, Aunt Caroline and
+Aunt Rebecca, come down and see her."
+
+And she took the hand of each.
+
+And so it was Elizabeth who in the end brought them together. It was she
+who unlocked the door.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOYAGE OF THE "RATTLETRAP."
+
+BY HAYDEN CARRUTH.
+
+XI.
+
+
+"You're a miserable, sneaking, treacherous old equine scoundrel!" cried
+Jack, shaking his fist violently at Old Blacky. "You knew you were
+making us come the wrong road."
+
+Old Blacky answered never a word, but turned, hit the wagon tongue a
+kick, and joined the other horses.
+
+"Well, close down the front and let's talk this thing over," said Jack.
+"In the first place, we are snowed in."
+
+"In the second place," said I, "we may stay snowed in a week."
+
+"I don't think we're prepared for _that_," said Ollie, very solemnly.
+
+"Let's see," went on Jack. "There are two sacks of ground feed under
+Ollie's bed. By putting the horses on rather short rations, that ought
+to last pretty nearly or quite a week. But for hay we're not so well
+provided. There's one big bundle under the wagon, if Blacky hasn't eaten
+it up. The pony won't need any, because she knows how to paw down to the
+dry grass. The others don't know how to do this, and the hay will last
+them, after a fashion, for about three days."
+
+"Perhaps by that time the pony will have taught them how to paw," I
+said.
+
+"Wouldn't be surprised," returned Jack. "Perhaps by that time we'll all
+be glad to learn from her. We've got flour enough to last a fortnight,
+so we needn't be afraid of running out of water pancakes at least. You
+don't grow fat on 'em, but, on the other hand, there is no gout lurking
+in a water pancake as I make it."
+
+"No, Jack, that's so," I said, feelingly.
+
+"We've got enough bacon for several meals, a can of chicken, and two
+cans of beans. Also a loaf of bread and a pound of crackers. Then
+there's three cans of fruit, a dozen potatoes, six eggs, a quart of
+milk, and half a pound of pressed figs. After that we'll paw with the
+pony."
+
+"I wonder if we couldn't get some game?" inquired Ollie.
+
+"Snow-birds, maybe," said Jack. "Or perhaps an owl. I've heard b'iled
+owl spoken of."
+
+After all, the prospect was not so bad. Besides, it was so early in the
+season that it did not seem at all likely that we would be snow-bound a
+week. Still, we knew little about the mountain climate.
+
+We got on our overcoats and went out and gave the horses their
+breakfast. Old Blacky was still cross, but Jack contented himself by
+calling him a few names. We also got up what wood we could and piled it
+against the wagon, for use in case our kerosene became exhausted, though
+we decided to cook in the wagon for the present. The snow was seven or
+eight inches deep, and still falling rapidly. After breakfast we took
+the pony down to a little open flat and turned her loose. The old
+instinct of her wild days came back to her, and she began to paw away
+the snow and gnaw at the scanty grass beneath.
+
+"Perhaps," I said, "she can be induced to paw for the others."
+
+After giving the other horses a little hay, we returned to the wagon,
+where we staid most of the day. I'm afraid we were a little frightened
+by the prospect. Of course, we knew that if it came to the worst we
+could leave the wagon and make our way back along the trail on foot,
+but we did not want to do that. But as for getting the wagon back along
+the narrow road, now blotted out by the snow, we knew it would be
+foolish to attempt it. It was not very cold in the wagon, and Jack
+played the banjo, and we were fairly cheerful. The snow kept coming down
+all day, and by night it was a foot deep. The pony came in from the flat
+as it began to grow dark, and we gave the horses their supper and left
+them in the shelter of the rocks. Then we brushed the snow off the top
+of the cover, as we had done several times before, and went in to spend
+the evening by the light of the lantern. When bedtime came, Jack looked
+up and said:
+
+"The cover doesn't seem to sag down. It must have stopped snowing."
+
+We looked out, and found that it was so. We could even see the stars;
+and, better yet, it did not seem to be growing colder. We went to bed
+feeling encouraged.
+
+The next morning the sun peeped in at us through the long trunks of the
+pines, and Ollie soon discovered that the wind was from the south.
+
+"Unless it turns cold again, this will fix the snow," said Jack.
+
+He was right, and it soon began to thaw. By noon the little stream in
+the gulch was a torrent, and before night patches of bare ground began
+to appear. We decided not to attempt to leave camp that day, but the
+next morning saw us headed back along the tortuous road. In two hours we
+were again on the main trail. Just as we turned in, Eugene Brooks came
+along, having also been delayed by the snow, though the fall down the
+trail had not been nearly so great. 'Gene laughed at us, and told us
+that we had been following a trail to some lead-mines, which had been
+abandoned several months before.
+
+[Illustration: THE DEADWOOD TREASURE COACH.]
+
+Half a mile farther on we came to the Thunder Butte Creek which we had
+sought. The water was almost blood-red, which 'Gene told us came from
+the gold stamp-mills on its upper course. If the water had been gray it
+would have indicated silver-mining. Just beyond we met the Deadwood
+Treasure Coach. It was an ordinary four-horse stage, without passengers,
+but carrying two guards, each with a very short double-barrelled
+shot-gun resting across his lap. The stage was operated by the express
+company, and was bringing out the gold bricks from the mines near
+Deadwood.
+
+"I suppose," said Ollie, musingly, "if anybody tried to rob the coach,
+those fellows would shoot with their guns?"
+
+"Oh no," replied Jack. "Oh no; they carry those guns to fan themselves
+with on hot days." But Ollie did not seem to be misled by this
+astonishing information.
+
+As we went on, the road grew constantly more mountainous. Sometimes the
+trail ran along ledges, and sometimes near roaring streams and
+waterfalls, and the great pine-trees were everywhere. We passed two
+grizzly old placer-miners working just off the trail, and stopped and
+watched them "pan out" a few shovelfuls of dirt. They were rewarded by
+two or three specks of gold, and seemed satisfied. 'Gene told us
+afterward that one of them was an old California '49er, who had used the
+same pan in every State and Territory of the West.
+
+It was a little after noon when we drove in to Deadwood--the last point
+outward bound at which the Rattletrap expected to touch. It was a larger
+town than Rapid City, and was wedged in a little gulch between two
+mountains, with the White Wood Creek rushing along and threatening to
+wash away the main street. We noticed that the only way of reaching many
+of the houses on the mountain-side was by climbing long flights of
+stairs. We drove on, and camped near a mill on the upper edge of town.
+
+In the afternoon we wandered about town, and, among other places,
+visited the many Chinese stores. We also clambered up the mountain-sides
+to the two cemeteries, which we could see far above the town. It seemed
+to us that on rather too many of the head-stones (which were in nearly
+every case boards, by-the-way) it was stated that the person whose grave
+it marked was "assassinated by" so-and-so, giving the name of the
+assassin; but these were of the old days, when no doubt there were a
+good many folks in Deadwood who left the town just as well off after
+they had been assassinated. "Killed by Indians" was also the record on
+some of the boards. Ollie was greatly interested in the Chinese graves,
+with dishes of rice and chicken on them, and colored papers covered with
+curious characters--prayers, I suppose. We climbed on up to the White
+Rocks, almost, at the top of the highest peak overlooking Deadwood, and
+had a good view of the town and gulch below, and of the great Bear Butte
+standing out alone and bold miles to the east. We were tired, and glad
+to go to bed as soon as we got back to the wagon.
+
+The next day we decided to visit Lead City (pronounced not like the
+metal, but like the verb to lead). Here were most of the big gold-mines,
+including the great Homestake Mine. It was only two or three miles, and
+we drove over early. It was a strange town, perched on the side of a
+mountain, and consisted of small openings in the ground, which were the
+mines, and immense shedlike buildings, which contained the ore-reducing
+works. The noise of the stamp-mills filled the whole town, and seemed to
+drown out and cover up everything else. We soon found that there was no
+hope of our getting into the mines.
+
+"They'd think you were spies for the other mines, or something of that
+sort," said a man to us. "Nobody can get down. Nobody knows where they
+are digging, and they don't mean that anybody shall. They may be digging
+under their own property exclusively, and they may not. For all I know,
+they may be taking gold that belongs to me a thousand feet, more or
+less, under my back yard."
+
+"If I had a back yard here," said Jack, after we had passed on, "I'd put
+my ear to the ground once in a while and listen, and if I heard anybody
+burrowing under it I'd--well--I'd yell scat at 'em."
+
+We found no difficulty in getting in the stamp-mills, and a man kindly
+told us much about them.
+
+"The Homestake Mills make up the largest gold-reducing plant in the
+world," said the man. "Where do you suppose the largest single
+stamp-mill in the world is?"
+
+We guessed California.
+
+"No," he said. "It's in Alaska--the Treadwell Mill."
+
+We decided that the stamp-mills were the noisiest place we were ever in.
+There were hundreds of great steel bars, three or four inches in
+diameter and a dozen feet long, pounding up and down at the same time on
+the ore and reducing it to powder. It was mixed with water, and ran away
+as thin red mud, the gold being caught by quicksilver. The openings of
+the shafts and tunnels were in or near the mills, and there were the
+smallest cars and locomotives which we had ever seen, going about
+everywhere on narrow tracks, carrying the ore. Ollie walked up to one of
+the locomotives and looked down at it, and said:
+
+"Why, it seems just like a Shetland-pony colt. I believe I could almost
+lift it."
+
+The engineer sat on a little seat on the back end, and seemed bigger
+than his engine. As we looked at them we constantly expected to see them
+tip up in front from the weight of the engineer. There was also a larger
+railroad, though still a narrow gauge, winding away for twenty miles
+along the tops of the hills, which was used principally for bringing
+wood for the engines and timbers for propping up the mines.
+
+[Illustration: "WHAT A BASEBALL PITCHER THAT MAN WOULD MAKE!"]
+
+We were walking along a connecting shed, and happened to look out a
+window, when we saw a four-foot stick of cord-wood shoot up fifty feet
+from some place behind us, and after sailing over a wide curve, like a
+"fly-ball," alight on a great pile of similar sticks on the lower
+ground, which was much higher than an ordinary house, and must have
+contained thousands of cords.
+
+"Good gracious!" exclaimed Jack. "Wish I could throw a stick of wood
+like that fellow."
+
+Another and another shot after the first one in quick succession.
+Sometimes there were two almost together, and we noticed the bigger and
+heavier the stick the higher and farther it was shot. We saw some almost
+a foot in diameter soaring like straws before the wind.
+
+"What a baseball-pitcher that man would make!" went on Jack,
+enthusiastically. "Think of his arm! Look at that big one go--it must
+weigh two hundred pounds!"
+
+"Let's get out of this shed and investigate the mystery," I said.
+
+Outside it was all clear. The narrow-gauge wood railroad ended on the
+edge of the steep hill overlooking the mills. Down this was a long
+wooden chute, or flume, like a big trough, which for the last thirty or
+forty feet at its lower end curved upward. Men were unloading wood from
+a train at the upper end. Each stick shot down the flume like lightning,
+up the short incline at the end, and soared away like a bird to the pile
+beyond and below the shed. A little stream of water trickled constantly
+down the chute to keep the friction of the logs from setting it on fire.
+
+"That's the most interesting thing here," said Jack. "I'd like to send
+the Blacksmith's Pet down the thing and see what he would do. Bet a
+cooky he'd kick the wood-pile all over the town after he alighted."
+
+We spent nearly the whole day in wandering about the stamp-mills. The
+great steam-engines which operated them were some of the largest we had
+ever seen.
+
+"And think," observed Jack, "of the fact that all of this heavy
+machinery, including the big engines and the locomotives and cars, and,
+in fact, everything, was brought overland on wagons, probably most of it
+nearly three hundred miles. No wonder people got to driving such teams
+as Henderson's."
+
+Toward night we returned to Deadwood by the way of Central City. Here
+were more great mines and mills, but they did not seem to be so
+prosperous, and part of the town was deserted, and consisted of nothing
+but empty houses. Just as the sun set we drove in through the Golden
+Gate, and cast anchor at our old camp near the mill.
+
+The next morning was wintry again, with snowflakes floating in the air.
+The ground was frozen, and the wind seemed to come through the wagon
+cover with rather more freedom than we enjoyed.
+
+"It's time we began the return voyage," said Jack. "We're a long way
+from home, and we won't get there any too soon if we go as fast as we
+can and take the shortest cut." So we started that afternoon.
+
+The shortest cut was to return to Rapid City, and then instead of going
+south into Nebraska, to go straight east, through the Sioux Indian
+Reservation, crossing the Missouri at Pierre, and then on across the
+settled country of eastern Dakota to Prairie Flower, over against the
+Minnesota line.
+
+We followed the same road between Deadwood and Rapid City, with the
+exception that we turned out in one place, and went around by Fort
+Meade. Here we found a beautiful camping-place the first night near a
+little stream, and great overhanging rocks, and not far from Bear Butte.
+We reached Rapid late the next night, which was Saturday, and stopped at
+the old camp near the mill-race. Here we staid over Sunday, but Monday
+noon saw us under sail again. As we went through the town we stopped at
+the freighter's camp, and told 'Gene Brooks good-by, and then drove away
+across the wide rolling plain to the east.
+
+'Gene had warned us that we had a lonesome road before us to Pierre, one
+hundred and seventy miles, nearly all of it across the reservation.
+
+[Illustration: A STATION IN THE SIOUX COUNTRY.]
+
+"You'll follow the old freight trail all the way," he said, "but you may
+not see three teams the whole distance, because since the railroad got
+nearer it isn't used. You'll find an old stage station about every
+fifteen or seventeen miles, with probably one man in charge. You may see
+a horse-thief or two, or something of that sort. S'ciety ain't what it
+ought to be 'round a reservation gen'rally."
+
+Just before the sun sank behind the mountains, which lay like low black
+clouds to the west, we came to a little ranch standing alone on the
+prairie. The door was open, and it seemed to be deserted, though there
+was a rude bed inside. There was a good well of water, and we decided to
+camp near it for the night, especially as the grass was good. There was
+no other house in sight. Bedtime arrived, and no one came to the ranch.
+
+"I think I'll just sleep in that house to-night," said Jack, "and see
+how it seems. I'll leave the door open, so as not to have _too_ much
+luxury at first."
+
+I must have been asleep three or four hours, when I was awakened by the
+loud barking of a dog. I started up, and began to unfasten the front end
+of the cover. As I put my head out, Jack called, excitedly:
+
+"Some men were trying to get the pony. They'd have done it, too, if
+Snoozer hadn't barked and scared them away."
+
+I was out of the wagon by this time, and found the pony trembling at the
+end of her picket-line as near the wagon as she could get. Snoozer kept
+barking as if he couldn't stop.
+
+"Did they shoot at you, Jack?" I asked.
+
+"No, I guess not. I think they just blazed away for fun. They went off
+toward the reservation. Some of 'Gene's poor s'ciety, I suppose."
+
+It took half an hour to get the frightened pony and indignant dog
+quieted; and perhaps it was longer than that before we again got to
+sleep.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+FAIR PLAY.
+
+BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
+
+
+  There are two little words that are dear as his honor
+    To the every-day boy whom we meet at our school.
+  He may walk round the street with a chip on his shoulder,
+    But if you join battle, fair play is the rule.
+
+  All he asks of a comrade, a foe, or a neighbor,
+    This every-day fellow, whom you and I know.
+  Is that friendship be loyal, and battle be open,
+    And fair play be practised with friend or with foe.
+
+  And so be it comrade, or foe, or near neighbor
+    In the march or the fight, or the heat of the game,
+  Whatever the stress of the fun or the labor,
+    He calls for fair play, and he renders the same.
+
+  Only cowards and braggarts would seize an advantage
+    That was not allowed in the rules of the game.
+  Our boy is as brave as the knight in the tourney;
+    He asks but fair play, and he renders the same.
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN JACK AND THE BLUE-FISH.
+
+
+It was dreadfully hot on the sea-shore, and the boys couldn't find much
+fun in digging in the sand, so they sauntered slowly down the scorching
+beach to the old wreck, intending to sit upon its shady side and try to
+keep cool. It was deserted when they arrived, and they had a pretty good
+time by themselves for about an hour, when who should turn up but old
+Captain Jack, pulling away as usual upon his pipe! They could always
+tell without much trouble when the Captain was approaching, he used such
+very strong tobacco, and blew the smoke on ahead of him in great clouds,
+which announced his coming some fifteen or twenty seconds before he
+arrived.
+
+"Hullo!" said he, as he sat down alongside of the boys. "You here? I
+sort of thought you'd be up at the hotel sitting in a bath-tub full of
+ice-water a sizzling day like this."
+
+"It is pretty hot, isn't it?" said Tommie. "The thermometer's at
+eighty-nine up in the hotel office."
+
+"I don't doubt it," said Captain Jack. "But that don't signify much.
+Everything's high at the hotel. They charged me a quarter for ten cents'
+worth o' smokin'-tobaccy last week--so I ain't surprised that the
+mercury's riz to pretty high heights there. What takes me all of a heap
+is the heat out there on the ocean. It's fearful. I 'ain't seen anything
+like it since '69, and even then it warn't half as hot."
+
+The boys giggled, and Captain Jack went on. "I been out blue-fishin' all
+the morning, and I tell you if it's a-sizzlin' in here it's simply
+a-sozzlin' out there. The boat's all covered with blisters, and her
+name, where I painted it last week, has just regularly peeled right off;
+and worst of all, I've teetotally forgot what the name was, so I've got
+to christen her clean over again."
+
+"She was called the _Polly Ann_, wasn't she?" asked Bob.
+
+"That used to be her name," said the Captain; "but it hasn't been this
+summer. It was something like _Amber-Jack_ or _Sarah Toodles_ this year,
+and I can't remember which. Fact was, she leaked so last summer when she
+was known as the _Polly Ann_ that people wouldn't hire her to go fishin'
+in; so, seeing as how I couldn't afford to buy a new boat, I gave her a
+new name, so's the fishin' folks wouldn't know she was the old _Polly
+Ann_; and now this here heat has gone and het her name right off, and I
+can't remember what it was. Kind of hard luck, I think."
+
+"Very," said the boys. "But why don't you call her the _Sarah Toodles_
+anyhow?"
+
+"I'm afeered to. The summer before last she had some such name as that,
+and she leaked then, bad as ever, and it may be some folks will remember
+it. I guess I'll call her _Fido_. _Fido_'s as good a name for a boat as
+a dog, and it'll give funny fellers a chance to speak of my bark bein'
+on the seas, and say she's a regular old sea-dog."
+
+"Good idea," said Bob. "Did you catch any fish this morning?"
+
+"Yes," said the Captain, sadly, "but the heat ruined 'em all. It's a
+shame the way the Weather Bureau lets loose all these hot waves, ruinin'
+honest men's business--peelin' the names off their boats and spilin'
+their fish."
+
+"How did it spoil the fish, Captain?" queried Tommie.
+
+"Spoiled 'em for my trade," said the Captain, sadly. "I took two young
+fellers out to catch 'em. They were fellers that thought there was
+nothin' so good to eat in this world as broiled blue-fish, and I said I
+knew where we could catch some beauties, so we struck a bargain and went
+out. Inside of two hours we'd caught a dozen of the finest yo'd ever
+seen, and we turned about to come in. 'It's been awful hot,' says one of
+the fellers. 'Yes,' said the other; 'but we'll make up for our sufferin'
+in the heat when we have a couple o' those blue-fish broiled and sit
+down to eat 'em. It makes my mouth water,' says he. Then we came in and
+landed. We took the fish ashore, and then we found out what had
+happened."
+
+The old man paused, and pulled mournfully away at his pipe for a full
+minute.
+
+"Go on," said Bob, softly. "What had happened?"
+
+"_They was boiled when we caught 'em, the water was so hot_," moaned the
+Captain. "And if there's anything spoils a blue-fish for broiling, it's
+to have 'em boiled first!"
+
+"It was too bad," said Tommie. "And wouldn't they take 'em?"
+
+"No," said the Captain; "and I couldn't blame 'em. They only wanted to
+keep me up to my bargain. I'd made it, and they meant I should stick to
+it; and havin' promised 'em broilers, they wasn't under any obligations
+to take boiled fish. The worst part of it is I've got 'em all on my
+hands, and instead o' havin' the cash to buy tenderloin steaks and pie
+and apple-sauce with, I'll have to eat boiled blue-fish instead for the
+next ten days; and boiled blue-fish gives me the most depressed feelin's
+you ever saw."
+
+With which sorrowful statement the good old fellow rose up and walked
+away, leaving the boys not only sorry for him, but sorry for themselves
+as well; for when they realized how awfully hot it must be out upon the
+sea to boil the fish in the water itself, somehow or other it seemed to
+grow a great deal hotter there upon the beach.
+
+
+
+
+FLAGS OF THE REVOLUTION.
+
+BY WILLIAM HALE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It is a fact not generally known that the stars and stripes is the
+oldest national emblem now in existence, and that the national flags of
+all other countries bear more recent dates of official adoption.
+
+There has been a great deal of discussion concerning the origin of our
+flag. Although the thirteen stripes were in use before and during the
+early part of the Revolution, the first and only legislative action for
+the establishment of a national flag was in the shape of the following
+resolution, which was passed on Saturday, June 14, 1777:
+
+     "_Resolved_, That the flag of the thirteen United States be
+     thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be
+     thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new
+     constellation."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+No record of the discussions that preceded the adoption of this flag has
+been kept, and although there have been many theories as to the origin
+of the device, none of them has been entirely satisfactory.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In the early years of the Revolution a number of emblems were in use,
+which became famous. The standard displayed on the south-east bastion
+of Fort Sullivan (or Moultrie, as it was afterward named) on the 28th of
+June, 1776, by Colonel Moultrie, was a blue flag with a white crescent
+in the upper left-hand corner, and the word "Liberty" in white letters
+emblazoned upon it. This was the flare that fell outside the fort and
+was secured by Sergeant Jasper, who leaped the parapet, walked the whole
+length of the fort, seized the flag, fastened it to a sponge-staff, and
+in sight of the whole British fleet, and in the midst of a perfect hail
+of bullets, planted it firmly upon the bastion. The next day Governor
+Rutledge visited the fort, and rewarded Jasper by giving him his own
+sword. He offered him also a lieutenant's commission; but Jasper, who
+could neither read nor write, modestly declined it.
+
+The pine-tree flag, which was a favorite device with the officers of
+American privateers, had a white field with a green pine-tree in the
+middle, and the motto, "An Appeal to Heaven." This flag was officially
+endorsed by the Massachusetts Council, which in April, 1776, passed a
+series of resolutions providing for the regulation of the sea service,
+among which was the following:
+
+     "_Resolved_, That the uniform of the officers be green and white,
+     and that they furnish themselves accordingly, and that the colors
+     be a white flag with a green pine-tree and the inscription 'An
+     Appeal to Heaven.'"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The device of a rattlesnake was popular among the colonists, and its
+origin as an American emblem is a curious feature in our national
+history. It has been stated that its use grew out of a humorous
+suggestion made by a writer in Franklin's paper, the _Pennsylvania
+Gazette_--that, in return for the wrongs which England was forcing upon
+the colonists, a cargo of rattlesnakes should be sent to the
+mother-country and "distributed in St. James's Park, Spring Garden, and
+other places of pleasure."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Colonel Gadsden, one of the Marine Committee, presented to Congress, on
+the 8th of February, 1776, "an elegant standard, such as is to be used
+by the commander-in-chief of the American navy; being a yellow flag with
+a representation of a rattlesnake in the middle in the attitude of going
+to strike." Another was a white flag with a pine-tree in the centre
+under which was a snake. Above was "An Appeal to God," and below "Don't
+Tread on Me!" The Culpepper Minute-Men adopted a similar device, with
+the name of their company and the motto "Liberty or Death." Another use
+of the rattlesnake was upon a ground of thirteen horizontal alternate
+red and white stripes, the snake extending diagonally across the
+stripes, and the lower white stripe bearing the motto "Don't tread on
+me." The snake was always represented as having thirteen rattles--and
+the number thirteen seems constantly to have been kept in mind: thus,
+thirteen vessels are ordered to be built; thirteen stripes are placed
+upon the flag; in one design thirteen arrows are grasped in a mailed
+hand; and in a later one thirteen arrows are in the talons of an eagle.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The red stripes seemed for a time to be used as often on a blue ground
+as on a white. A water-color drawing found among the papers of
+Major-General Philip Schuyler represents the _Royal Savage_, one of the
+little fleet on Lake Champlain in the summer and winter of 1776,
+commanded by Benedict Arnold, as flying a flag which Bancroft, in his
+_History of the United States_, describes as "the tricolored American
+banner not yet spangled with stars, but showing thirteen stripes,
+alternate red and white, in the field, and the united crosses of St.
+George and St. Andrew on a blue ground in the corner."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+One of the most interesting flags of the Revolution is the banner or
+flag of Count Pulaski, presented to him by the Moravian Sisters of
+Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Count Pulaski, a Polish volunteer, who had been
+appointed a brigadier in the Continental army just after the battle of
+Brandywine and placed in command of the cavalry, had resigned his
+commission, and had received the consent of Congress to raise and
+command an independent corps of 68 horse and 200 foot, which was chiefly
+raised and fully organized in Baltimore in 1778. He visited Lafayette
+while wounded, and was taken care of by the Moravian Sisters, who gave
+him a crimson silk banner with designs beautifully wrought with the
+needle by their own hands. Pulaski bore this flag through many a battle,
+until he fell at Savannah in 1779. It is now in the possession of the
+Maryland Historical Society.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The flag of Washington's Lifeguard, which is preserved in the museum of
+Alexandria, Virginia, is of white silk, on which the device is neatly
+painted. One of the guard is holding a horse, and in the act of
+receiving a flag from the Genius of Liberty, represented as a woman
+leaning on the Union shield, near which is an American eagle. The motto
+of the corps, "Conquer or Die," is on a ribbon over the device. The flag
+flown by our victorious frigates during the war of 1812 bore fifteen
+stripes and fifteen stars. Afterwards it was settled that the number of
+stripes should be the original thirteen; and now the field bears
+forty-five stars, to which others will be added as new States are
+admitted.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]
+
+
+The Oak Park High-School, of the Cook County League, starts out this
+season with more men qualified for positions on the football team than
+any of its rivals, having twenty-seven available players. Evanston has
+the smallest available amount of material, with but fifteen men. Lake
+View has twenty-four, Chicago Manual twenty-three, North Division
+twenty-one, West Division eighteen, and Hyde Park and Englewood
+seventeen each. These numbers show a considerable increase of candidates
+over previous years.
+
+There is a very general opinion among those who have been watching the
+form of the Englewood H.-S. team that they have the pennant won already;
+and they are beyond doubt very strong. Nevertheless, they cannot hope to
+overcome some of their hard-working rivals without a continuation of the
+steady work which has characterized their early practice. In Teetzel
+they have a strong and sure ground-gainer. He is a fast runner, and
+knows the game thoroughly. Henry is also certain to make his distance
+with the ball, although he has been unable to practise the past few days
+on account of injuries received in the Chicago University match.
+Talcott, captain and quarter-back, is a quick player, and is the best
+man on the eleven for heading interference. Fowler at centre is
+handicapped slightly by his stature, but he is of good strength, learns
+quickly, and has had experience in playing his position on last year's
+team.
+
+At right guard Doud is doing steady work. He played on the Chicago
+Manual team last year. On the other side of centre there is another
+veteran--Lespinasse. He is a stockily built player, and helps to make
+the centre a formidable thing to attack. Schoellenberger at right end
+has been doing excellent work in breaking up interference; and besides
+this he is a sure tackler and a fast runner, both excellent qualities
+for an end rusher. Wadsworth is doing fairly well at full-back, having
+gone back from end, where he played last year. His previous experience
+in the line makes him a good running back, but as a punter he is not yet
+up to the mark.
+
+[Illustration: HYDE PARK HIGH-SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM.
+
+Cook County Interscholastic League.]
+
+The Hyde Park H.-S. Eleven averages heavier than last year's team--130
+pounds. Only four of last year's players are back again. The team this
+fall is not so snappy and quick as the Hyde Park elevens usually have
+been, but it is very probable that this quality will develop by the time
+the important games come about. It is improbable, however, that Hyde
+Park will have as strong an eleven as that which represented the school
+last year. Captain Linden, who plays left end, is a quick, hard runner,
+and is thoroughly familiar with the game. Knickerbocker and Miller,
+right and left tackles, are the heaviest men; of the two, Miller is the
+better man, being a good tackler. Knickerbocker is somewhat slow in
+getting down the field. Nash and Crane are pretty light for guards; but
+Nash has been playing a hard game, and has been doing notably good work
+in running with the ball. Crane is a new man, but is developing
+steadily. Mackay, at centre, was considered last year the best man for
+his position in the Cook County League, and is still maintaining his
+reputation. Hennessy, at right end, to be valuable should make better
+use of his head and follow the ball more closely; he is energetic and a
+hard worker. Of the candidates for right half-back, Higley is the best
+of the three, being a surer tackler than either Wilson or Pingree.
+Minnemyer and Welch are trying for left half, the former being the best
+tackler, the latter the fastest runner. Trude, at full-back, is as fast
+a runner as there is on the team, and is punting very well this year.
+
+SHADY-SIDE ACADEMY FOOTBALL PLAYERS, PITTSBURG.
+
+[Illustration: HUMBIRD, Left end.]
+
+[Illustration: SCHILDECKER, Captain and right tackle.]
+
+[Illustration: HAWKINS, Left guard.]
+
+In the first practice game, two weeks ago, the Shady-Side Academy eleven
+of Pittsburg played a fast and snappy game, but a few days later the
+team showed up very poorly, and the work was exceedingly slow.
+Arundell's work at full-back is not entirely satisfactory; he is not
+improving in punting, and his general play is poor. In consequence it is
+probable that McConnell, who was at Cheltenham last year, will play that
+position. Dravo, at half-back, is a new man, but has been doing
+unexpectedly good work. He uses his head and does not fumble the ball.
+T. McConnell, at quarter, is one of the most promising players on the
+team; he keeps cool, tackles hard, and gets into the interference well.
+
+It is doubtful at present whether Jennings will play centre or guard; if
+he goes in at guard, Aley will hold down centre. Hawkins and Brainard
+are the most promising candidates for the other guard's position. The
+principal thing in Hawkins's favor is that he is a steady man and
+maintains a good average style. Captain Schildecker is improving rapidly
+in his position at right tackle, but the same spot on the other side of
+the line is not so well taken care of by Flinn. The ends are Kirke and
+Humbird; the former is putting up a hard, fast game, tackles hard, and
+gets into the interference well; the latter is a new man, but promises
+to develop well, especially in tackling.
+
+The Kiskiminetas team of the same League will average about 150 pounds
+this year. McKelvey at full-back is punting well, and has developed into
+a strong line-backer. Carrol at left half-back is a good ground-gainer,
+and maintains a steady average of play. Captain Aiken is playing
+quarter; his strongest point is tackling, and he is thoroughly familiar
+with the fine points of the sport, and makes a good commander. Herron
+and Woodbridge, the ends, run and tackle well, and although they are not
+brilliant players, they are careful and steady in their work. There is
+room for improvement in Kelso at right tackle and Fisher at centre.
+Henry and Shaw, the guards, are heavy men, and interfere well, so
+likewise does Montgomery at right tackle. Although the eleven is not so
+heavy this year as the team which Kiskiminetas put into the field last
+season, it is playing a faster and snappier game.
+
+It does not look very much at present as if the Hartford High-School
+would come out with any very great honors at the close of the football
+season. At the present date of writing Hartford has not only lost every
+game played, but her men have not yet succeeded in scoring a single
+touch-down. This is a very sad state of affairs for such a reliable
+old-timer as Hartford. H.P.H.-S. lost the Meriden game, 16-0. The play
+on that occasion was exceedingly ragged, the interference was loose; in
+centre plays not more than half the men seemed to get into the game; on
+the defence the ends could not get at their men at all, and on the whole
+it was a pretty sorry exhibition of football.
+
+Meriden, on the other hand, played a steady game, and although their
+performance was not brilliant, it was of the kind that insures victory.
+The best individual work was done by Lane and Hubbard for Meriden,
+whereas for Hartford Captain Sturtevant was about the only man who
+deserves mention. In the game against the Yale Freshmen Hartford played
+a little better, but they were up against heavier men, and were unable
+to make any points. In the New Britain game Hartford's play was again
+ragged, there being not even an attempt at team-work, whereas the New
+Britain players were especially strong in this feature.
+
+As to individual play, McDonald, Brinley, and Meehan of New Britain were
+the most conspicuous. Of the Hartford players, Sturtevant, Strong,
+Allen, and Gillette surpassed in individual work the best performances
+of their opponents, but this was of little avail where team-work lacked.
+It seems now very probable that New Britain will win the Connecticut
+championship this year. The team has already defeated Bridgeport, 14-0,
+Waterbury having defeated Hillhouse, 4-0, on the same day.
+
+There seems to be more activity in football in the South this year than
+ever before, and it is probable that a number of interscholastic leagues
+will be organized. At Richmond, Virginia, the High-School is turning out
+a pretty good team, which promises to be better in every respect than
+that of 1895. If a league is formed it will probably include the
+High-Schools of Norfolk, Portsmouth, Fredericksburg, Suffolk, Danville,
+Petersburg, and Richmond.
+
+In Washington the Central High-School seems to have the heaviest eleven
+this year, although all three high-school teams are light. The season is
+not far enough advanced yet for any detailed criticism of the work done
+to be justly made, but it is probable that within a few weeks the raw
+material will have been coached and moulded into fair condition.
+
+It is gratifying to note, in connection with the comments concerning the
+Milwaukee High-Schools last week, and the rather questionable spirit of
+sportsmanship which was growing there, that the East Side High-School
+has taken steps for the purification of athletics that ought to bring up
+all questionable practices with a sharp turn.
+
+A code of regulations has been adopted by the faculties of the three
+leading High-Schools of Milwaukee, and although it seems perhaps a
+little startling to us here in the East to find in it such a paragraph
+as "No person shall enter a contest under an assumed name," still there
+may have been very good cause for this sort of severity. One thing about
+the regulations is certain: If they are lived up to, Milwaukee
+High-School sports will be of the cleanest, and of a very high grade
+besides.
+
+Not only must any person who wishes to represent a school in any
+athletic contest of the Milwaukee High-School League be a _bona fide_
+student in regular attendance at his school, but he must obtain a
+scholastic standing of at least seventy per cent. He must also have
+obtained seventy per cent. in two full studies during the previous term,
+or must have obtained credits in three full studies during his last term
+of attendance. But, of course, pupils who are enrolled for the first
+time will not be excluded from athletics for lack of percentages and
+credits which naturally they cannot have, not having been members of the
+school during the previous term. A further provision allows a student of
+the Senior class, who is considered by the faculty as a regular
+candidate for graduation, to participate in any contest even if he has
+taken less than three full studies at the school, provided, however, he
+has completed extra work which shall entitle him to a credit in each of
+the three full studies of the regular curriculum of Senior year.
+
+The rules even go so far as to include managers of teams within these
+restrictions; so that thus any student who is connected with an athletic
+team, either in an active or an executive capacity, must have a high
+standing in his classes and be altogether a reputable person. There are
+thirteen paragraphs in all to the new code, but those which are not
+included in the foregoing digest are such as we find in almost all
+interscholastic leagues, with variations--making provisions for
+arbitration committees, and filing the names of players a certain given
+period before contests.
+
+The schedule of the Long Island Football Association has been made out,
+and the championship games will begin to-morrow, continuing as follows:
+
+  Oct. 21.--Brooklyn Latin School _vs._ St. Paul's School, at Garden City.
+  Oct. 24.--Brooklyn High-School _vs._ Pratt Institute, at Brooklyn.
+  Oct. 31.--Poly. Prep. _vs._ St. Paul's School, at Garden City;
+            Brooklyn Latin School _vs._ Brooklyn High-School, at Brooklyn.
+  Nov.  7.--Brooklyn Latin School _vs._ Pratt Institute, at Brooklyn.
+  Nov. 11.--Brooklyn High School _vs._ St. Paul's School, at Eastern Park.
+  Nov. 14.--Poly. Prep. _vs._ Pratt Institute, at Brooklyn.
+  Nov. 21.--Pratt Institute _vs._ St. Paul's School, at Garden City;
+            Poly. Prep. _vs._ Brooklyn Latin School, at Brooklyn.
+  Nov. 26.--Brooklyn High-School _vs._ Poly. Prep., at Eastern Park.
+
+If we may judge from the character of the teams in the Long Island
+League the championship games this year ought to make pretty fair
+exhibitions of football playing. St. Paul's, Garden City, is going in
+even harder than customarily, and will have as strong a team as has ever
+worn the school colors. It will undoubtedly be the strongest eleven of
+the Long Island League, and will take the championship there, but St.
+Paul's chief ambition will be to defeat Lawrenceville, and even Andover,
+if a game can be arranged with the latter.
+
+The make-up of the team, is about the same as it was last year, except,
+perhaps, that it is heavier. The rush-line is unusually heavy for a
+school team and the backs, excepting quarter, are also of good weight.
+Most of the men are veterans, only two being new to the team. These are
+Kinney, at right guard, and Blount, at quarter-back. This is Kinney's
+first year at football, but he is developing well, and has great
+strength, having cultivated this at shot-putting. He weighs 190 pounds.
+Blount, the other new man, is a Southerner who has never had much
+experience at football, but he is showing unusual ability for the game,
+and is rapidly improving under the coaching system prevalent at Garden
+City.
+
+As full-back Captain Sidney Starr is doing good work, and is running the
+eleven in proper style. Starr is one of the most prominent of St. Paul's
+athletes, having played on the school teams ever since he entered
+school. He weighs 175 pounds, and besides being an excellent punter, he
+makes a good running full-back. Last year Starr played at quarter a good
+part of the time, alternating with Gardiner at full-back; but this year
+he has preferred to let Blount try for quarter, there being no
+first-class man among his candidates for the position he has taken
+himself.
+
+The half-backs are Weller and Goldsborough. The latter is an old-time
+St. Paul's man, having played on the nine and eleven for several years.
+He weighs 158 pounds, and is a hard runner, usually sure to gain his
+distance. Weller, the left half-back, played end on the team last year,
+and showed such good qualities as a line-backer that he was put back of
+the line this season. He is a good tackler, too, and he is five pounds
+heavier than his mate. The line is well protected by two good ends.
+Lorraine has played two years on the team, and is a sharp tackler, with
+a great capacity for breaking through the opponents' interference.
+Lorraine is one of those players, however, who does not keep up to his
+best work steadily, but is liable to have "on" and "off" days. This is a
+misfortune which may possibly be overcome by coaching. A team made up of
+players who have "on" and "off" days will be defeated nine times out of
+ten by an inferior team of steady players.
+
+At the other end of the line, White is a more steady player and an
+exceedingly active rusher. Symonds and Brown are the tackles; they weigh
+170 and 192 pounds respectively. Brown is a shot-putter and
+hammer-thrower, and has great strength, which he uses to good effect
+when his team is on the defensive. The centre is Cluett, who played last
+year, and is doing good work at present. He is well guarded by Kinney
+and Everett Starr. The latter has played three years on the team, and
+knows the position thoroughly.
+
+With so many veterans on the St. Paul's team, more time will be devoted
+by the coaches to a cultivation of team-work than could otherwise be
+possible; and so it is probable that when St. Paul's meets Berkeley in
+their last game a few weeks hence we shall see an interesting exhibition
+of scholastic football.
+
+"TRACK ATHLETICS IN DETAIL."--ILLUSTRATED.--8VO, CLOTH, ORNAMENTAL,
+$1.25.
+
+  THE GRADUATE.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: STAMPS]
+
+     This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin
+     collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question
+     on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should address
+     Editor Stamp Department.
+
+
+On October 3 the subscribers to the Philatelic club-house met in the
+building which had been leased by the committee, and organized under the
+title of "The Collectors' Club," adopted a constitution and by-laws,
+elected governors, and arranged for incorporation. The board of
+governors consists of William Herrick, president; Charles Gregory,
+vice-president; J. W. Scott, treasurer; J. M. Andreini, secretary; and
+Messrs. J. N. Luff, H. L. Calman, F. E. P. Lynde, H. E. Deats, and F. A.
+Nast. The club-house is No. 351 Fourth Avenue, near Twenty-fifth Street,
+and contains an auction-room, billiard-room, meeting-rooms for the
+different societies, bedrooms, and janitor's rooms.
+
+The second instalment of new prices for the U.S. stamps has been issued.
+The Department stamps have been materially advanced. Newspaper stamps
+and Postage Due stamps have not been changed radically. The U.S. used
+stamps of all kinds have not increased in value compared with unused
+copies.
+
+The London "Philatelist," in an article on the stamps of Cape of Good
+Hope Colony, states that the rare wood blocks were issued in April,
+1861, and that no copies were in the main post-office of the colony in
+September, 1861. But in 1878 the postmaster of Graaf Reinet found a
+complete sheet of both the one penny and four pence in stock, and sold
+most of them in the ordinary course of business.
+
+Had these two sheets been preserved until to-day, probably $20,000 would
+hardly buy them.
+
+     E. PERCY.--As you are a new beginner, I would advise you not to pay
+     any attention to water-marks, perforations, shades, papers, etc.
+     You will find enough to study in the stamps themselves
+     independently of these points. After you have a fair collection you
+     can then begin the study of these minor points, but to collect such
+     stamps means the spending of large amounts of money. All the
+     dealers now recognize the fact that these minor varieties, while
+     interesting to the advanced collector with a large bank account,
+     are of no interest to the average collector through his inability
+     to buy or even to ever see these scarce stamps. Hence the new
+     albums and new catalogues for ordinary collecting will embrace only
+     the regular stamps in their ordinary forms.
+
+     N. P. P.--The U.S. carrier's stamp, black on yellow (a double
+     circle), issued in 1849, if a good copy on original letter, is
+     worth $8 to $10. Cape of Good Hope Revenues are not collected in
+     the U.S.
+
+     G. BEARDSLEY.--Continental money is worth very little. In the
+     beginning of this century some people papered their rooms with it,
+     and one man covered a whole barn with the so-called money. You can
+     buy good copies of the dealers for 5c. or 10c. each.
+
+     GEORGE NEWHAM.--Stamps of "Tromsöe," "Stadspost," etc., are locals
+     of no value to collectors. To distinguish faint water-marks, dip
+     the stamp in benzine and place it face downward on a piece of
+     japanned iron. The benzine will not hurt the gum.
+
+     G. L. LINDSLEY.--The 5c. nickel without the word "cents" has no
+     premium value. Dealers sell it at 10c.
+
+     L. YUNGST.--The Spanish dollar, 1788, is no longer current. It is
+     worth so much bullion only.
+
+     N. J.--Your English gold coin has no premium value. It is worth its
+     full coinage value.
+
+     E. P. TRIPP.--"Ultramar" stamps are from Cuba. The Porto Rico
+     stamps of 1873-1876, with paraph also have "Ultramar" at the top.
+     On H.M.S. means On Her Majesty's Service. Gold quarters were never
+     coined by the U.S. government. Those now in circulation were made
+     chiefly by jewellers, and, as a rule, they do not contain more than
+     10c. worth of gold; the remainder is base alloy. Cut post-cards are
+     valueless.
+
+     J. LOWELL.--Do not remove gum from unused U.S. stamps. It would
+     lessen the value of the stamps from ten to fifty per cent.
+
+     A. DE GRAM.--I cannot identify your stamps by your description.
+
+     R. PARLS, P.O. Box 36, Ridley Park, Pa., wishes to exchange stamp.
+
+     W. MORROW.--Your stamp is U.S. Revenue 25c. Insurance; worth 10c.
+
+     E. C. CROSSETT.--There is no premium on the new silver
+     certificates, as they have not been recalled.
+
+     HIG.--See HARPER'S ROUND TABLE for October 6 for old and new prices
+     of unused U.S. stamps. Used copies remain about the same, except
+     Columbian, which have been reduced. The 1861 5c., used, is worth
+     35c.; the 24c., 25c.; the 1869 1c., 40c.; the others mentioned by
+     you are less than 10c. each.
+
+     GEORGE S. LORD, 815 High Street, Bath, Me., wishes to exchange
+     stamps. Inverted medallions occur in stamps printed in two colors.
+     Sometimes the sheet was turned, and one color design was printed
+     upside down.
+
+     CARL HATHAWAY.--The handy-book is now out of print. You can buy a
+     catalogue of stamps from New York dealers at 10c.
+
+     H. MCLOUGHLIN.--The 1824 half-dollar is very common.
+
+     G. HULL.--I do not understand your question. The Mexican silver
+     dollar contains more silver than the U.S. dollar. If you want to
+     sell Mexican dollars, you can get about 45c. or 50c. each. If you
+     want to buy, they will cost you 55c. each.
+
+     J. CABELL.--Your "Sydney View" is a poor copy. While fine copies,
+     used and unused, are much higher than two or three years ago, poor
+     copies are only worth half as much as was asked for the same stamps
+     two years ago. When collectors pay $50, $100, or more for a stamp,
+     they want fine copies. Such persons will not touch a poor copy at
+     any price. By fine copies is meant those with a good margin, clean
+     print, no tear or skinned back, and, if perforated, that it be
+     evenly centred, and, if unused, that it have the original gum.
+     Stamps lacking one or two perforations, or not coming up to the
+     above standard, are worth from twenty-five per cent. to
+     seventy-five per cent. less.
+
+  PHILATUS.
+
+
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENTS.
+
+
+
+
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+
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+
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+
+
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+
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+
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+
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+=Waltham Gold Watch and Chain=; 25 lbs. for a =Silver Watch and Chain=; 10
+lbs. for a =Gold Ring=; 50 lbs. for a =Decorated Dinner Set=; 75 lbs. for
+a =Bicycle=. Write for a Catalog and Order Blank to Dept. I
+
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+
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+
+
+
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THOMPSON'S EYE WATER]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BICYCLING]
+
+     This Department is conducted in the interest of Bicyclers, and the
+     Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the subject. Our
+     maps and tours contain many 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.
+
+
+A woman on a bicycle, whatever the laws may be, always has the right of
+way. If you meet her in a small side-path in the country, the path
+belongs to her. It is your duty to turn out. If this path happens to be
+on your side of the road--that, is, if the woman is approaching on the
+left side of the road, facing the direction in which she is moving--it
+is just as much your duty to turn out.
+
+If in the country you come upon a woman who has in any way broken her
+bicycle or punctured a tire, it is perfectly proper, and a gentleman's
+duty, to offer to help her. It would be distinctly impolite to offer
+similar help in a city. The city is full of repair shops, there are cabs
+at any corner, and a woman can easily help herself there. In the country
+the case is very different. In fact, the rules of etiquette between men
+and women on bicycles are precisely the same as they are between men and
+women in carriages or in any other ordinary circumstances.
+
+The question of costume is an important one also. Every bicyclist,
+especially men, should remember that, starting with a perfectly clean
+suit of clothing, after an hour's ride, no matter how expensive and
+perfect the costume may have been at the start, he is in no condition to
+go among other people to any extent. A bicyclist, therefore, should
+never attempt, especially in the city, to go into the main dining-room
+of a hotel in bicycle costume. An ordinary bicycle or golf suit--that
+is, a suit precisely like an ordinary business suit except for knickers
+and long stockings--may be suitable enough before one goes out bicycling
+for the day, but even at its best a sweater has no place in the parlor
+or the dining-room. Except at a regular bicycle resort, a small country
+inn where there are few people, or some athletic club, the bicyclist
+should change his costume before dining, or, in fact, entering the
+parlor or dining-room of any public-house.
+
+Most of the railroads in the United States now have certain regulations
+regarding the carrying of bicycles. Where a certain fee is charged the
+bicyclist has nothing to do except to hand his wheel in to the
+baggage-master on the train, and to take it again when the train stops
+at the station where he wishes to leave it. Where no charge is made by
+the railroad, it is only fair and right to give the baggage-master ten
+cents or so for his trouble, and to be of whatever assistance to him
+that you can in handing in the bicycle and taking it from him. This of
+course applies to bicycles that are not crated.
+
+When a machine is crated it comes under the rules of ordinary parcels,
+and requires no more attention than any other parcel. The average
+wheelman who has been riding some distance on his wheel belongs in the
+smoking-car. When men and women riding together enter a train they of
+course go into the regular cars, but they should carry themselves as
+they would if they were travelling like other passengers--and, strange
+as it may seem, that is not always the case.
+
+
+
+
+A History and an Inspiration.
+
+Here is the story of a Round Table Chapter that served well the reason
+for its existence. It is now "a thing of the past," as the secretary
+records, but it is past only in the fact that it no longer meets. Its
+memories and its benefits live after it, and will long continue to do
+so.
+
+     DEAR FRIENDS,--Of course the Knights and Ladies of our Order are
+     interested in the various Chapters which have been formed, and the
+     items of news from them are often very good morsels. The Lancelot
+     Chapter, of Newtonville, Mass., No. 572, has never had very much to
+     say to the public, but in a quiet way it has prospered. But now the
+     Lancelot Chapter is a thing of the past. It was composed of nine
+     girls, who for several years were to be separated. Most of them had
+     just graduated from high-school and were going to begin a
+     life-work, and for various reasons it seemed advisable to dissolve
+     our Chapter.
+
+     But on such a sad occasion we did our best to enjoy ourselves and
+     make our last meeting a memorable one. Perhaps the account of our
+     meeting may suggest a pleasant evening for the other Chapters. Each
+     member was given a part, and we allowed plenty of time for
+     preparation. The Chapter invited all of its former members, and
+     also its honorary members, and one evening in July we assembled at
+     our secretary's home. The first thing on the programme was a
+     welcome from one of the girls, our treasurer. Our president read
+     the club prophecy, our secretary read the club history, and the
+     club statistics, poem, and oration were given by three other girls.
+     Our musical member took charge of the music, which was introduced
+     between the papers. The club song, in which we all joined, was
+     written by our president, and sung to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne."
+
+     Refreshments, consisting of ice-cream, and cake, made by the girls,
+     were served in the dining-room. Our editor was toast-mistress, and
+     she called upon each member to respond to a toast. We drank to the
+     Round Table, to Good Will Farm, to the Lancelot Chapter, its
+     officers and honorary members, and to our guests. The meeting was
+     considered a grand success. The papers read were original and full
+     of wit and humor. The cake and cream were delicious, and the
+     Lancelot Chapter passed out of existence amid the roar of the
+     elements, for a thunder-storm raged out-doors, and amid the
+     laughter and jollity which prevailed in-doors.
+
+     The Chapter is dissolved, but the friendships fostered and
+     cherished in its circle will never dissolve. The girls have learned
+     to know each other better, and have become broader by contact. One
+     and all we say we are glad we have been a club. Now, though we are
+     separated, we still try to live up to our motto:
+
+     "Do all the good you can; by all the means you can; in all the ways
+     you can; in all the places you can; at all the times you can; to
+     all the people you can; just as long as you can."--JOHN WESLEY.
+
+     Wishing success to all our friends in other Chapters, we sign
+     ourselves for the last time,
+
+  THE LANCELOT CHAPTER, K.L.O.R.T.
+  MARION DREW BASSETT, Secretary, R.T.F.
+  NEWTONVILLE, MASS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Santa Catalina Island.
+
+     Santa Catalina, more commonly called "Catalina," lies twenty-five
+     miles off the coast of southern California. It is twenty miles
+     long, and between two and three miles wide. It was first inhabited
+     by Indians, of whom many relics and skulls and bones have been
+     found. The principal town, called Avalon, is situated near the
+     southern part of the island in a little cove about a mile wide. The
+     water is so clear that you can see the rocks and fish one hundred
+     feet below the surface--the rocks with their green moss waving to
+     and fro with the tide, while gold and other fish swim lazily about.
+     There is a marble called Catalina which is of grayish color, and is
+     used in building some of our finest business blocks in Los Angeles.
+     This marble is more or less transparent, and is said to be the only
+     kind of hard stone with that peculiarity. Two years ago Catalina
+     was hardly heard of, but now there often are, in summer, five
+     thousand people there.
+
+  A. LAZARUS, R.T.K.
+  LOS ANGELES.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A Young Naturalist's Outing.
+
+     Last summer I spent my vacation in Noank, Conn. My chief amusement
+     was fishing. Noank is a fishing-village, and there are many large
+     lobster-cars about. Every day the dead lobsters in the cars were
+     taken out and thrown overboard, forming a great attraction to
+     multitudes of eels. Almost every night some of the boys went eeling
+     off the cars, and came home with a bucket half full of the
+     wriggling things. Every time I came to the house with some eels the
+     boarders would declare, after a glance into my bucket, that they
+     would never eat another eel as long as they lived.
+
+     While at Groton, Conn., a gentleman said he'd never eat eel. One
+     morning the landlord asked him if he would have some blue-fish. The
+     gentleman said he would, and found the fish so good that he asked
+     for a second plate. Suddenly the landlord exclaimed, "Sakes alive,
+     man, I have given you eel instead of blue-fish!" The table shouted
+     with laughter, and the gentleman did not appear again until
+     supper-time. The worst of eeling is that eels tangle your line, and
+     when you pick up the eel to get the line off him you have the
+     pleasure of seeing him slip through your fingers. The Noank boys
+     have a way of holding eels by simply pinching them behind the eyes
+     with the thumb and first finger. By taking a boat and anchoring
+     about five hundred feet from the shore I caught flounders,
+     sea-bass, porgies, and now and then an eel. Flounders are hard to
+     catch, because of a bone in their mouth which prevents the hook
+     from getting a good grip. When I did not feel like fishing from a
+     boat I gathered a pocketful of periwinkles, and procuring a small
+     stone to crack them with, went fishing for cunners off some wharf.
+     The cunner is a fish about the size, shape, and color of a perch.
+
+  ALBERT W. ATWATER.
+  SPRINGFIELD, MASS.
+
+
+
+
+[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.
+
+PREPARING FOR CHRISTMAS.
+
+
+The amateur photographer, if he has improved the shining hours of summer
+by gathering some good negatives, has on hand the material for very
+acceptable Christmas gifts, and now is the time to set about preparing
+them.
+
+No amateur has probably been so fortunate as to secure a satisfactory
+picture with every plate used. The prodigal throws these spoiled plates
+in the ash-barrel, but the wise amateur uses them for many things. One
+way is to use them for mounting prints. Carefully mounted and finished,
+they are very pretty and make handsome ornaments, and for simple gifts
+are far more satisfactory than the usual Christmas-cards, which
+eventually find their way into the scrap-basket. Then, too, another
+thing which commends them to a young person who must make a little money
+go a long way is that they are very much cheaper.
+
+Soak the spoiled plate in hot water till all the film has been removed,
+then wash it in hot suds, dry, and polish it with French chalk and a
+piece of soft chamois. Select the prints to be mounted, choosing those
+which will have some special attraction to the one for whom you intend
+the gift. Soak the prints for a few minutes in a weak solution of
+glycerine, using 1/4 oz. of glycerine to 16 oz. of water. Lay them face
+up on a piece of glass, and let the water drain off, but do not blot
+them. Have your glass ready, place the print face down on it, and
+covering it with a piece of blotting-paper, squeegee it to the glass,
+using the rubber roller made for this purpose. The picture must adhere
+to the glass at every point; for if it does not, the air-blisters will
+show and disfigure the picture. By examining the face of the print from
+the glass side it can easily be seen whether the optical contact is
+perfect, and if not, rub it until it is.
+
+Cut a piece of stout Manila-paper half an inch larger all round than the
+glass. Lay the glass in the centre of the paper, and cut a small square
+from each corner of the paper. Remove the picture, cover the paper with
+paste, and paste it on the back of the picture, turning over the edges
+on to the face of the glass, the squares cut from the corners allowing
+it to lie smoothly.
+
+If you wish to finish the picture to stand on a desk or table, bind the
+edges of the glass with a piece of ribbon, or colored or gilt paper; or
+if you wish to have it more decorative, get a narrow open-work brass
+strip and bend it round the edges. To make the support, take heavy
+card-board and mark on it two lines about an inch apart and at equal
+distances from each edge. Cut through the card-board on these lines, and
+then cut half-way through the card-board across from one line to the
+other. Bend the strip back a little way, and paste a strip of stout
+cloth over the place where the board is cut part way through, fitting it
+into the cut. This makes a stout hinge, and will not easily break or
+bend out of shape. Paste this support, which should be the size of the
+glass, on the back of the picture, using a thick paste, or, what is
+still better, fish glue.
+
+Pictures may be mounted by optical contact, and framed in silk or linen
+in the card-board screen frames, using one or two leaves. They may also
+be finished to hang on the wall by attaching a brass ring by a piece of
+tape to the back of the picture.
+
+A number of pictures which make a series may be mounted on spoiled
+plates, then set in a frame, using narrow strips of beading to divide
+the pictures and cover the edges of the glasses.
+
+The directions here given will suggest to our amateurs many ways of
+using spoiled plates for picture mounts.
+
+Another use for spoiled plates may be found in No. 857 (March 31, 1896).
+
+     S. B. C. wishes to know some place in Brooklyn or New York where
+     the "Quad" camera may be purchased; and how much it costs to
+     develop, print, and mount each picture. E. T. Anthony & Co., and
+     Scovill Adams Co., carry many makes of cameras, and S. B. C. will
+     probably find the Quad for sale at one of these places. To finish a
+     picture from the developing and mounting, not including the price
+     of the plate, will cost, for a picture the size of the Quad, 3-1/2
+     by 4-1/2, about three cents. When prints are made in large
+     quantities, the cost is less in proportion than when only a few are
+     made. Four by five blue-print paper costs ten cents per dozen, and
+     there is no toning necessary; so if one made blue prints, and used
+     the cheap cards for mounting, the prints would cost but fifteen
+     cents per dozen.
+
+     SIR KNIGHT FRANK F. SMITH sends a print from a negative which shows
+     a white line looking something like a piece of string with a knot
+     or loop in it, and asks the opinion of the editor as to what it is.
+     He says it was caused in the following manner: He loaded a
+     Bull's-Eye camera, and left the shutter open, walked about seven
+     squares with the camera in this condition, then closed the shutter,
+     and rolled the film up without attempting to take a picture on it.
+     The editor would be quite at a loss as to the cause if she had not
+     had a similar experience. Wishing to make a picture showing
+     moonlight effect--the subject being two young ladies standing at
+     the edge of a small lake just as the sun was setting--the camera
+     was pointed directly toward the sun, which was not obscured by
+     clouds, the lens shielded so that the sun would not strike the
+     plate, and an exposure made. When the plate was developed there was
+     no picture on it, but a white line which looked like a bunch of
+     tangled string, the ends of the line passing off the same side of
+     the plate as in the print sent by Sir Frank. The only way in which
+     this phenomena could be accounted for was that a ray of light must
+     have struck the plate, and, instead of fogging it, left its
+     likeness, after the manner of a flash of lightning. Have any of our
+     members had a similar experience?
+
+     SIR KNIGHT CHARLES LUSENKAMP, Grand Rapids, Mich., asks how to
+     mount prints without destroying the gloss made by the ferrotype
+     plate; how long a plate of medium sensitometer should be printed
+     for a lantern-slide, and what developing agent should be used for
+     developing it; where glycin can be purchased, and where 2 by 2-1/2
+     plates can be bought; which chemical the editor prefers for
+     developing--pyro, eikonogen, metol, amidol, hydrochinon, or glycin.
+     To preserve the gloss given by the ferrotype plate, trim the prints
+     ready for mounting, before toning. Squeegee to the ferrotype plate,
+     and, when dry, paste the back of the print before removing it from
+     the plate, and mount directly on the card. By this method the print
+     does not become moistened, and retains most of the gloss. The plate
+     should be printed from three to ten seconds, according to the
+     density of the negative from which the slide is made. A very dense
+     negative takes several seconds longer. Hydrochinon and eikonogen
+     mixed make an excellent developer for lantern-slides. The
+     hydrochinon gives density and the eikonogen detail. See No. 852,
+     February 25, for a good formula for a developer. Order glycin
+     through one of the photographic supply houses in your own city. If
+     they do not have it in stock, they will get it for you. The plate
+     the size you mention is not made, but you can get films in small
+     sizes. The editor likes eikonogen and hydrochinon mixed, and also
+     metol for developing. See No. 825 for a toning solution. Sir
+     Charles sends a formula for a developer made with eikonogen and
+     hydrochinon, which he says is fine. No. 1. Water, 64 oz.; sulphite
+     of sodium crystals, 2-1/2 oz.; eikonogen, 1 oz.; hydrochinon, 1/8
+     oz. No. 2. Water, 64 oz.; carbonate of potassium, 2-1/2 oz. To use,
+     take of No. 1, 2 oz., and of No. 2, 1 oz. Sir Charles asks for
+     correspondents interested in photography. Will Sir Charles send his
+     street and number?
+
+     CALVIN FARRAR, 35 Greenwood Avenue, Cleveland, O.; JAMES MAYNARD,
+     JUN., Box 282, Knoxville, Tenn.; FOSTER HARTWELL, 629 Third Avenue,
+     Lansingburg, N. Y.; JOHN MILLS, 308 Ogden Avenue, Milwaukee, Wis.;
+     MINNIE G. FARWELL, 55 Oak Street, Hyde Park, N. Y.; CHARLES
+     LUSENKAMP, Grand Rapids, Mich., wish to be enrolled as members of
+     the Camera Club.
+
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+
+
+[Illustration: GEORGE DU MAURIER.]
+
+All the readers of the ROUND TABLE have heard in some way or other of
+Mr. George du Maurier, the author of _Trilby_. His death a few days ago,
+at his home in London, closes the life of a man whose career is most
+interesting and suggestive to the average boy of ambition.
+
+Mr. Du Maurier was born March 6, 1834. For many years after he had taken
+up the work of illustrating for _Punch_, the leading comic paper of
+England, he was known as the greatest living humorist and society
+artist. The work was difficult, and his drawings, although a large
+number were required in a year by the paper, did not give him a very
+competent livelihood. In 1888 he had, at the age of fifty-four made what
+would commonly be called an extraordinary name for himself. He was known
+in every family in the British Isles, and English-reading people all
+over the world knew of his work. Such fame acquired in this well-earned
+way would be quite enough for any one to have for an ambition, and yet
+had Mr. Du Maurier never made a drawing up to the time he was fifty-four
+years old the literary work he has done since then--that is, _Peter
+Ibbetson_, written in 1888; _Trilby_, written in 1893; and _The
+Martian_, just beginning in HARPER'S MAGAZINE--would have made him a man
+with a name which is not only known all over the world where people
+read, but has placed him among the literary men of England--a name so
+much more famous and widespread than that of the illustrator that there
+will come a time when people will read his books and never know that he
+illustrated anything but his own works.
+
+It is very often said to be the case that if a man is ever to make a
+name for himself he must show very definite signs of it before he is
+thirty, and that if he has not accomplished great things before he is
+forty he never will. Mr. Du Maurier's life is an absolute contradiction
+to this statement or rule, for the work for which he will really remain
+famous for a long time to come was not begun until eight years before
+his death, and he died at the age of sixty-two.
+
+The point of great importance, however, is that, although after _Trilby_
+had appeared Du Maurier became immediately famous, he did not become
+suddenly possessed of great ability. He has said himself that these
+three books are not the only, nor by any means the most difficult,
+literary works he ever did, for for forty years, week by week, he had to
+work over the little two-line legends under his illustrations in
+_Punch_. He used to say that the work required to tell the story by one
+illustration and fifteen or twenty words required more literary ability
+in the choosing of the fifteen or twenty words than in the writing of a
+fifteen or twenty thousand word story. He was constantly having
+practice, therefore, in telling a great deal in a few well-chosen words.
+Besides this studying human beings as he did, and making drawings of
+their peculiarities and strengths and weaknesses year after year, he was
+all the time learning to know human nature, and laying up a store of
+material for the characters of his three books.
+
+So that, after all, Mr. Du Maurier was, so to speak, studying for over
+fifty years to learn how to write and illustrate three books at the very
+end of his life, which were so well done that they have given him a
+greater name than most men get in a life-time of books or drawings.
+Daniel Webster told practically the same story after he had made his
+famous speech in the United States Senate against Mr. Hayne of South
+Carolina, when some one asked him how he could make one of the finest
+speeches ever made in the English language, lasting several hours,
+without the slightest preparation. His answer was that he had been
+preparing for it all his life, so that, after all, there is much truth
+of a certain kind in the statement that a great name must be begun
+early, for when you hear of a man becoming suddenly famous because of
+some great work of any kind accomplished late in life, you may be quite
+sure that the man has really been laboring all his life with the most
+persistent industry and energy to reach at last the great position which
+he occupies. And the making of such a name is open to any one who has
+the capacity for taking such infinite pains.
+
+
+
+
+THE DISCOVERY OF A WIZARD.
+
+
+One evening, towards the close of the last century, a traveller alighted
+at a little inn in the town of Würzburg, Germany. He was tall, dark, and
+rather sombre-looking. His strange ways soon aroused the curiosity of
+the towns-people to the highest pitch. He would take long rambles, often
+being absent from early morning till the time of the evening meal.
+Certain worthies reported having seen him, wrapt in contemplation,
+walking by the Rhine, occasionally waving his arms, and paying no
+attention to the passers-by. One person had seen his light burning far
+into the morning. But the landlady at first said she had no cause for
+complaint; the stranger was pleased with everything set before him, and
+seemed to be a perfect gentleman.
+
+One morning one of the maids of the inn told the landlady that,
+listening at the stranger's key-hole the night before, she had heard him
+in earnest conversation with some person or thing, and yet no one had
+been seen to enter the room. The girl was severely reprimanded for her
+eavesdropping, but nevertheless the landlady took her post at the door
+the following evening, and had her story to tell. She had fully made up
+her mind that the stranger was in league with the evil one. She gave the
+information to the justices of the town, and sundry officers were
+speedily assembled about the stranger's door. Near at hand, too, was a
+goodly gathering of the town gossips. The oppressive silence was
+suddenly broken by the distinct tones of a dialogue going on in the
+stranger's room. The officers crowded around the door and heard the
+following conversation:
+
+"Thou misformed offspring of our uncreated power--thou whom I have so
+long sought--thou shalt escape me no longer. Answer me! Come, my black
+barbet, change thy costume. How thy black hair rises on end, thy body
+swells, and thy red eyes sparkle!... If thou indeed hast submitted
+thyself to me, show thyself, demon, and speak to thy master."
+
+At this moment _a distinct smell of burning brimstone_ caused the stout
+burghers to draw their noses away from the door and stifle their
+coughing as best they could.
+
+A sharp shrill voice was now heard to answer,
+
+"Master, what dost thou desire of thy servant?"
+
+The door was broken down, and the stranger dragged before the
+magistrate, charged with being in league with the devil. The stranger
+quietly said:
+
+"I had begun a tragedy, but as my friends disturbed me continually at
+Weimar, where I live, I came to write here. The hero of my tragedy is a
+man who invokes the devil, and to whom the devil appears. I confess that
+I have an unfortunate habit of reading aloud what I compose, as fast as
+I write it. As to my invoking, perhaps personally, the devil, I am too
+good a Christian to do that, and you, Mr. Burgomaster, too enlightened
+to believe it."
+
+The wizard was Goethe, and the tragedy, _Faust_.
+
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+A PRIMER OF COLLEGE FOOTBALL
+
+By W. H. LEWIS. Illustrated from Instantaneous Photographs and with
+Diagrams. 16mo, Paper, 75 cents.
+
+Mr. Lewis, an old Harvard football centre-rush, has put together in this
+book the result of his experiences in practical football. The work,
+therefore, is not so much a treatise on the game as a series of
+practical suggestions to be used by captains in teaching their men and
+coaching their teams. The book is divided respectively into the
+"individual" and "team" play. The part on the "individual" discusses,
+first, the individual plays, such as passing, kicking, running, falling
+on the ball, and so on, and then the work of the individual players
+themselves. The second part discusses, first, offensive, and then
+defensive team play.
+
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+     than this of Mr. Lewis's could be placed in their hands.--_Saturday
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+
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+
+CAMP'S AMERICAN FOOTBALL
+
+By WALTER CAMP. New and Enlarged Edition. 16mo, Cloth, $1.25.
+
+     The progress of the sport of football in this country, and a
+     corresponding growth of inquiry as to the methods adopted by
+     experienced teams, have prompted the publication of an enlarged
+     edition of this book. Should any of the suggestions herein
+     contained conduce to the further popularity of the game, the object
+     of the writer will be attained.--_Author's Preface._
+
+_BY THE SAME AUTHOR:_
+
+=FOOTBALL FACTS AND FIGURES.= Post 8vo, Paper, 75 cents.
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+A SPORTING PILGRIMAGE
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+Studies in English Sport, Past and Present. Copiously Illustrated. 8vo,
+Cloth, $3.50.
+
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+     day.--_Chicago Journal._
+
+TRACK ATHLETICS IN DETAIL
+
+Compiled by the Editor of "Interscholastic Sport" in HARPER'S ROUND
+TABLE. Illustrated from Instantaneous Photographs. 8vo, Cloth,
+Ornamental, $1.25. In "HARPER'S ROUND TABLE Library."
+
+     A good book to put into the hands of the athletically inclined. It
+     is capitally illustrated with instantaneous photographs, and is
+     full of expert and sound advice and instruction.--_Outlook_, N. Y.
+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+HOW THE GILT BALL BECAME A WEATHER-VANE.
+
+  A ball of gilt was mounted high upon a lofty tower,
+  Above a great and faithful clock that told the time each hour.
+  "What service do you render man, though you are placed so high?"
+  Inquired the clock. The gilty ball, ashamed, made no reply.
+  One day while roaming through the earth, Adversity espied
+  The gleaming sphere upon the tower, aloft at eventide.
+  And straightway shot an arrow with a quick, unerring aim,
+  Into the hollow useless ball while yet it was aflame.
+  Again inquired the faithful clock, "Though you are reared so high,
+  What service do you render man, ablaze up in the sky?"
+  "I tell the point from which the wind in passing by doth blow,
+  So all that gaze upon my face that fact shall quickly know.
+  No longer but a gilded ball--an object of disdain--
+  Am I, but poised 'twixt earth and sky I am a weather-vane."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+RUN NO RISK.
+
+SCORCHER (_to novice_). "The more wheels the better. Try a cycle first,
+then buy a cycle, and try that. Tricycle, bicycle--see? Start right, and
+you'll be able soon to get along without any wheel at all."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Rob and Arthur were looking at a picture in a Sunday-school paper, which
+showed two South-Sea Islanders rubbing noses, after the cordial manner
+of these natives when meeting a friend.
+
+"What are they doing?" asked Rob.
+
+Arthur, who had heard something about the custom, quickly replied, "Oh,
+just scraping acquaintance."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+NATURAL SYMPATHY.
+
+Freddy was looking through a big picture-book, when he came to a picture
+of Daniel in the lions' den, and he forthwith began to cry.
+
+"Don't cry, Freddy," said his mother; "those lions aren't going to hurt
+Daniel."
+
+"I'm not crying about that," said Freddy. "There's a little lion there,
+and Daniel's so small, I'm afraid the little lion won't get any."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SOME BITS OF NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+"It stands to reason," writes Toby Trip in his composition, "that most
+of our rats come from Gnaw-away, and that some of our choicest poultry
+are cotch in China, while there are no black folks in the Isle of Wight.
+Yet there are women in the Isle of Man, wise people in the Scilly Isles,
+and the best-natured men in the world are natives of Ire-land."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"What were the Dark Ages?" asked the governess at the morning lessons.
+
+"That must have been before spectacles were invented," guessed May.
+
+"Oh no!" interrupted Cedric; "I know why they were called the Dark Ages.
+Because there were more knights then."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Well, Teddy, have you been a good boy to-day?" asked his mother upon
+her return home late in the afternoon.
+
+"No, ma'am," replied the truthful Ted.
+
+"I hope you have not been a bad boy?"
+
+"No, ma'am; not a very bad boy and not a very good boy--just
+comfortable!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"What time is it, my lad?" asked an American traveller of a small Irish
+boy, who was driving a couple of cows home from the fields.
+
+"About twelve o'clock, sir," replied the boy.
+
+"I thought it was more."
+
+"It's never any more here," returned the lad, in surprise. "It just
+begins at one again."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A little boy and his sister were allowed, this summer, to collect the
+eggs from the hen-coops, but they were told they must never take away
+the nest-egg. The little girl, however, did so one morning by mistake,
+and her brother told her she must take it right back, "because that was
+what the old hen measured by."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When Freddy got back from the mountains last week he was much pleased at
+the sight of clean stiff curtains hanging in all the rooms.
+
+"Oh, mamma," he remarked, "the windows have all got clean shirts on!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"That's the pretty white cow that gives us the nice white milk," said
+the country boy to his little city friend.
+
+"And is that the brown cow that gives us the coffee?" asked the latter.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A newsboy saw a dime lying on the ground in the City Hall Park. A tramp
+sitting on a bench near by saw the boy pick up the piece, and claimed it
+at once as his own.
+
+"Your dime did not have a hole in it, did it?" asked the boy.
+
+"Yes, it did," said the tramp; "give it up!"
+
+"Well, this one has not got any hole in it, so I guess I'll keep it."
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, October 20, 1896, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 59477 ***