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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Harper's Round Table, December 22, 1896 - -Author: Various - -Release Date: August 25, 2019 [EBook #60172] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, DEC 22, 1896 *** - - - - -Produced by Annie R. McGuire - - - - - - - - -[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE] - -Copyright, 1896, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved. - - * * * * * - -PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1896. FIVE CENTS A -COPY. - -VOL. XVIII.--NO. 895. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. - - * * * * * - - - - -[Illustration] - -JOHN HENRY. - -BY MARY E. WILKINS. - - -Two days before Christmas John Henry sat on the top rail of the fence -which separated the seven-acre lot from the oat-field. There were five -rails in the fence, on account of two cows addicted to jumping being -kept in the seven-acre lot, and consequently John Henry was perched at -quite a dizzy height from the ground. His mother would have been -exceedingly nervous had she seen him there. He was her only child; his -two older brothers had died in infancy; he had himself been very -delicate, and it had been hard work to rear him. The neighbors said that -Martha Anne Lewis had brought up John Henry wrapped in cotton-wool under -a glass shade, and that she believed him to be both sugar and salt as -far as sun and rain were concerned. "Never lets him go out in the hot -sun without an umbrella," said they, "and never lets him out at all on a -rainy day--always keeps him at home, flattening his nose against the -window-pane." - -Poor John Henry's mother was afraid to have him climb trees or coast -down hill, and he might never have enjoyed these boyish sports had it -not been for his father. When he was quite small, his father took him -out in the pine woods and taught him how to climb a tall tree. - -"Don't you be afraid, sonny. A boy can't live in this world and not be -picked on unless he can climb." - -John Henry went to the top of the tree in triumph, and when his mother -turned pale at the recital, his father only laughed. - -"I'd have caught him if he'd fallen, Martha Anne," he said; "and John -Henry has got to climb a tree, unless you want to set him up for a girl -and done with it." - -However, Mrs. Lewis stipulated that John Henry should not climb unless -his father was with him, and also that he should not go coasting without -him. The result was that until John Henry was twelve he had had very few -boy-mates. He went to the district school, but that was only a quarter -of a mile from his home, and he did not have to carry his dinner, and he -always came straight home, because his mother was so anxious if he was -late. - -"Better humor your mother, sonny, and not stay to play with the boys, -she gets so worried," his father told him. - -So John Henry always trudged faithfully home, in spite of cajoling -shouts, and sometimes taunts about being tied to mother's apron-strings. -However, the taunts were rather cautiously given; John Henry, mother's -boy though he was, had still a pretty spirit of his own, and his small -fists were harder than they looked. Once or twice there had been a -scuffle, in which he had not been worsted. His mother had chided and -wept over him on his return, and held anxious consultations with the -teachers and the other boys' mothers, but John Henry had gained his firm -footing in school, in spite of his pink face, his smooth hair, his -little ruffled shirts, and the cake and sugared doughnuts which he -brought to eat at recess. None of the other boys brought such luncheons; -indeed, the most of them were dependent upon spruce gum and the cores of -their friends' apples, and none of them wore such fine clothes. - -It was quite a grief to Mrs. Lewis that she could not exercise as much -taste upon a son's personal adornment as she could have done upon a -daughter's, but she did all she was able. John Henry wore ruffled -shirts, and carried hem-stitched pocket-handkerchiefs, his mittens were -knitted in fancy stitches, and he had little slippers with roses -embroidered on the toes to wear in the house. She also feather-stitched -his blue-jean overalls. - -John Henry's father, who was a farmer, insisted that his son should -learn to work on the farm, and his mother, though she would have -preferred to have had him in the house with her making quilts and -pin-cushions, had to consent. Every day John Henry was arrayed in -overalls, and did his task in field and garden; but his mother -feather-stitched the overalls with white linen thread, though all the -neighbors laughed, and John Henry was privately ashamed of them. -However, his father bade him humor poor mother, and he never objected to -the decoration. John Henry wore the overalls now, for he had been -working with his father all the morning. There was no school all the -next week, on account of Christmas holidays. It was only a half-hour -before noon--John Henry's father had sent him home, lest his mother -should think he was working too long, and the boy had sat down on the -fence to take an observation on the way. John Henry was rather given to -pauses for reflection and observation upon his little way of life. - -Although it was late in December, the day was quite mild; there was a -warm haze in the horizon distances, and the wind blew in soft puffs from -the south. John Henry had taken his jacket off--it lay on the ground -beside the fence. He shrugged his blue-jean knees up to his chin, -clasped his hands around them, and stared ahead with blue reflective -eyes. He did not see a boy coming across the field; he did not even hear -him whistle, though it was a loud pipe of "Marching through Georgia." He -did not notice him until he had reached the fence and hailed with a -gruff "Hullo!" Then he looked down and saw Jim Mills. - -"Hullo!" responded John Henry. - -Jim Mills was carrying a sack of potatoes; he let it slip to the ground, -and leaned against the fence with a sigh. - -"Heavy?" inquired John Henry. - -"Try it an' see." - -"Where did you bring it from?" - -"Thatcher's. Thought I'd come across lots, 'cause it was shorter. Where -you been?" - -"Been workin' in the wood-lot." - -Jim Mills looked mournfully at the potato-sack. "I've got to be goin'," -said he. "Mother wants these for dinner." - -John Henry jumped down from the fence and gave the sack a manful tug -from the ground. "I'll carry it as far as my house," said he. - -"You can't." - -"Can, too." - -The two boys moved on across the old plough ridges of the field, John -Henry a little in the rear, swung sideways by the potato-bag like a ship -by its anchor. - -"Going to the tree Tuesday night?" he panted, presently. - -"Ketch me!" responded Jim Mills, surlily. - -"Why ain't you going?" - -"What would I be going for, I'd like to know?" - -"There's going to be a Christmas tree, an' you'll have something." - -"What'll I have?" demanded Jim Mills, fiercely. - -He turned around in the cart path and faced John Henry. He was a thin -boy, very small for his age, with a fringe of pale hair blowing under -his old cap, over big gray eyes sunken in pathetic hollows. Many people -thought that Jim Mills looked as if he did not have enough to eat. - -"What d'yer s'pose I had last year?" asked he. - -John Henry shook his head. - -"Well, I'll tell you. I had a candy-bag and an orange and a girl's book -from the teacher. She said she was sorry there wasn't enough boys' books -to go round. When I got home I gave the candy-bag to the baby, and the -orange to little Hattie and 'Melia, and 'Liza Ann she had the book. I -ain't going to any more Christmas trees." - -"Maybe you'll get something more this year," ventured John Henry, -feebly. - -"Where'll I get it? Tell me that, will you? Father an' mother can't give -me anything. There's nobody but the teacher. Reckon I'll get another -girl's book from her, an' then I'll have the candy-bag an' the orange, -same as all the others, out of the school money. What would you think, -John Henry Lewis, if that was all you was goin' to have?" - -John Henry shook his head vaguely. - -"Guess you wouldn't go to the Christmas tree any more than some other -folks," said Jim Mills. "There you've got your father and your mother, -and your uncle Joe and your aunt Jane, and your aunt Louisa and your -grandfather and grandmother Lewis and your grandmother Atkins, to bring -presents to the tree for you. How'd you feel if you had to go there and -hark for your name to be called, and hear it: 'John Henry Lewis'--then -you march out before 'em all and git a little candy-bag; 'John Henry -Lewis'--then you march out and get an orange; 'John Henry Lewis'--then -you march out and get a girl's book, and all of them things that -everybody else has? Guess you'd be ashamed to go to Christmas trees as -much as me. If your folks be poor and can't have things, I guess you -don't want to tell of it before everybody." - -Jim Mills turned about and went on with a defiant stride; John Henry -followed, tugging the potato-sack. When the boys reached the house his -mother called out of the window to set it down directly, he would lame -his shoulders, and Jim Mills flushed all over his little pinched face. - -"Told you it was too heavy for you," he muttered. - -"It's as light as a feather, mother," called John Henry. - -He ran around to the wood-shed and got a little wheelbarrow and loaded -the potato-sack into that. - -"There! you can carry it easier this way," he said; and Jim Mills -trundled off, without any thanks save an acquiescent grunt. Jim Mills -had so few favors shown him that sometimes they seemed to awaken within -him an indignant surprise, instead of gratitude. - -John Henry was so abstracted during dinner that his mother feared he was -ill, and wished him to take some tincture of rhubarb. After dinner he -went out in the barn, and curled himself up in the hay-mow to think. -During the next two days he seemed to be in a brown study. Monday, the -day before Christmas, Jim Mills brought the wheelbarrow home, and John -Henry beckoned him into the barn. - -"Look here, Jim; you'd better go to that tree to-morrow night." - -"What for, I'd like to know?" - -"Oh, 'cause you'd better." - -"Why had I better? I ain't going to tramp half a mile to that old -school-house to get a candy-bag and an orange and a girl's book." - -"Say, Jim, you go." - -"What for?" - -"Oh, something," replied John Henry, mysteriously and evasively. - -Jim Mills's gray eyes took on a sudden sharpness. "What d'yer mean?" - -"Oh, nothing. I rather guess you'll get something more this time, -though." - -"Say what you heard, John Henry Lewis!" Jim Mills questioned, eagerly. - -"I didn't say I'd heard anything. You just better go to the Christmas -tree, though; if you don't, you'll be sorry." - -"You're fooling?" - -"No, I ain't fooling!" - -Finally Jim Mills agreed to go to the Christmas tree; in fact, John -Henry made him promise solemnly, though he would not give his reason. -However, Jim Mills went home in a state of bewildered expectation and -elation. He was finally convinced that somebody was going to hang -something fine on the Christmas tree for him, that John Henry knew it, -and had promised not to tell. The tree was to be in the district -school-house. All Tuesday afternoon John Henry, with some other boys and -girls, worked hard decorating the school-house with evergreen. The tree -had been set up in the morning, and people had begun to bring the -presents; the teacher and some of the older girls were tying them on. -Now and then John Henry made a détour in that direction, and peeped -furtively. Before he went home he made quite sure that all the presents -which he expected were there. He counted them over as he trudged home -over the moonlit snow-crust. A deep snow had fallen on Sunday, and so -averted the danger of a green Christmas. The moon was full, and -considerably above the horizon, though it was still early. John Henry -hurried, for he had much to do. - -Supper was all ready when he reached home, and he ate it so hastily that -his mother was afraid he would have indigestion. After supper he went up -to his room and put on his best clothes, which his mother had laid out -on the bed for him. Then he watched his chance--standing at the head of -the stairs, and making sure that the doors below were shut--of stealing -softly down and out of the front door. - -It was about an hour before the time set for the Christmas festivities. -He sped along through the moonlight. Twice he saw some one coming far -down the road, and slunk to the cover of a bush, like a rabbit. One man -went crunching past without a pause, but the other stopped when he -neared the bush, and stared about him incredulously. - -"I swan, I thought I see somebody ahead here," John Henry heard him say. -He hugged close to the shadow of the bush until the squeaking crunch of -the man's footsteps were out of hearing, then he came out and ran for -the school-house, which was not far distant. - -The windows were quite dark, and the door was locked. John Henry, -however, was not dependent upon a door; he raised a window, and climbed -in easily enough. The little interior was full of the spicy fragrance of -evergreen, which had also a subtle festive suggestiveness. John Henry -stole across to the desk, took a match from his pocket, and lighted a -lamp, and then the tree blazed out. It was a fine tall tree, festooned -with garlands of pop-corn, and grafted, as it were, into splendid and -various fruit bearing. John Henry was not long in the school-house. He -had brought a lead-pencil and rubber, and had noted the exact hanging -places of his presents. It was barely ten minutes before the windows -were again dark and John Henry was hurrying home. - -His mother, who was very busy putting on a new brown cashmere dress, and -his father, who was shaving, had not missed him. He stole in quietly, -and sat down by the sitting-room stove. He was elated, but he had some -misgivings. He was quite sure of his good motives, and yet there was a -little sense of guilt. - -When at length he started again, with his father and mother, he was very -quiet. His mother asked him two or three times on the way if he did not -feel well, and pulled his scarf more closely around his neck. - -The district school-house was packed that evening; all the scholars and -their families had come. Jim Mills was already there when John Henry -entered, and rolled his eyes about at him with a curious expression of -mingled hope and doubt. - -Poor Jim Mills turned pale when the distribution of gifts began, and -listened intently, every nerve strained, for his own name. He had not -long to wait. He went down the aisle, his knees shaking, and -received--not an orange, not a candy-bag, not the girl's book, of which -he had still a bitter suspicion, but a parcel which at the first touch -he knew, with a bewilderment of rapture, to contain skates. He had -scarcely reached his seat before his name was called again, and forth he -went for the second time, and was given a jack-knife with many blades. -Then he went up to receive a top, then a boy's book, then another boy's -book, then a pair of beautiful red mittens, then a sled. Jim Mills -started up at the sound of his name and traversed the school-room until -everybody stared, and the teacher began to look puzzled and anxious. She -consulted with the committee-man who was distributing the presents, and -his wife, who had been helping her that afternoon. Then she went to John -Henry's father and mother, and one of his aunts who was there, and they -all whispered together. Finally she bent over Jim Mills and whispered to -him, and he immediately crooked his arm around his face, leaned forward -upon his desk, and began to cry. He was a nervous boy; he had not eaten -much that day, and the fall from such an unwonted height of joyful -possession was a hard one. - -"You must tell me the truth, Jim Mills," the teacher whispered, sharply. - -"I--didn't," responded Jim Mills, with a painful cry, as if she had -struck him. - -"If you did come in here while we were gone and mark John Henry Lewis's -presents over for yourself, tell me at once, if you do not want to be -very severely punished," said the teacher, quite aloud. - -Jim Mills did not repeat his denial; he only gave a great heaving sob. -The scholars stood up in their seats to see. - -"What a wicked boy!" exclaimed a woman near John Henry. - -"He ought to be put in jail," returned another. - -"He didn't do it!" John Henry cried out, wildly. - -"He must have," said the first woman. - -"Yes; you're a real good boy to stand up for him, but he must have," -agreed the second woman. - -"I tell you he didn't!" almost screamed John Henry; but they paid no -more attention. He called the teacher, waving his arms frantically, but -she was still busy with Jim Mills, and did not hear or see him. He tried -to get up the aisle to her, but it was now blocked. He could not reach -his father and mother for the same reason. - -Finally John Henry Lewis made a desperate plunge down the aisle, and -into the middle of the floor beside the tree. He raised his hand, and -everybody stared at him. He was very pale, and his voice almost failed -him, but he persisted in the first speech of his life. - -"I did it," said he. "He mustn't be blamed. He didn't know anything -about it. I told him he'd better come to-night, 'cause he'd get -something nice, but that was all he knew about it. All he had last -Christmas was an orange and a candy-bag and a girl's book, and he wasn't -coming again. I had all the presents and he didn't have anything, and so -I swapped. He ain't the one to be blamed; I am." - -John Henry, pretty little mother's boy that he was, stood before them -all, tingling with the rare shame of a generous action, meeting the -astonished faces with the courage of one who invites punishment for -guilt. - -There was a pause--some one said afterwards that there were five minutes -during which you might have heard a pin drop--then a woman caught her -breath with something like a sob, and the teacher spoke. - -"You may go to your seat, John Henry," said she. - - * * * * * - -After the Christmas tree that night there was great speculation as to -whether Jim Mills would be allowed to keep John Henry Lewis's presents, -and as to what John Henry's folks would say to him. - -It was ascertained beyond doubt that Jim Mills did keep the presents, -and it was reported that all John Henry's father said to him was that in -future he mustn't lay his plans to do anything like that without telling -his folks about it. As for John Henry's mother, she and his grandmother -Atkins bought him a little silver watch for a New-Year's present, -because they felt uneasy about letting him sacrifice quite so much. His -grandmother, who was superstitious, said that John Henry had always been -delicate, and she was afraid it was a bad sign. - - - - -[Illustration] - -CHRISTMAS AT THE DOOR. - -BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER. - - - Here's Christmas at the door again! - There's never a day so dear, - Nor one we are half so glad to see, - In the course of the whole round year. - - It isn't that Santa Claus comes back, - And his hands with gifts are full; - It isn't that we have holidays, - When we need not go to school. - - But the air is thrilled with happiness, - The crowds go up and down, - And people laugh and shout for joy - When Christmas comes to town. - - There's nobody left to stand outside, - The world is bright with cheer, - For Christmas-time is the merriest time - In the whole of the big round year. - - We try to love our enemies now, - And our friends we love the more, - That strife and anger fade away - When Christmas taps at the door. - - - - -"THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS." - - -[Illustration: CLEMENT C. MOORE.] - -The author of the famous poem that recounts in such graphic language -"The Visit of St. Nicholas" was born in the city of New York, July 15, -1779. His boyhood was passed at the country-seat of his father, called -Chelsea, then far remote from the city, but now a very thickly settled -portion of it, and embracing a large tract in the vicinity of Ninth -Avenue and Twenty-third Street. - -Dr. Moore received his early education in Latin and Greek from his -father, the venerable Bishop of New York, and in 1798 he graduated from -Columbia College. He devoted himself to the study of the Hebrew -language, and the result of his labors appeared in the form of a Hebrew -and English Lexicon, which was published in 1809, and he was thus the -pioneer in the work of Hebrew lexicography. In 1821 Dr. Moore was made -Professor of Biblical Learning in the General Theological Seminary of -the Episcopal Church. From his magnificent estate he donated to the -Episcopal Church the tract on Ninth Avenue between Twentieth and -Twenty-first streets, and the Theological Seminary there erected is a -lasting monument to his liberality and devotion to the sacred cause. - -In the intervals between the time devoted to more serious studies his -principal amusement was writing short poems for the amusement of his -children, and among them was "The Visit of St. Nicholas," which was -written for them as a Christmas gift about 1840. The idea, he states, -was derived from an ancient legend, which was related to him by an old -Dutchman who lived near his father's home, and told him the story when a -boy. - -In those days every young lady was supposed to have an "album," and a -relative who was visiting the family quickly transferred the verses to -hers. They were first published, much to the surprise of the author, in -a newspaper printed in Troy. They attracted immediate attention, and -were copied and recopied in newspapers and periodicals all over the -country. An illustrated edition, in book form, was published about 1850, -and since then School Readers have made them familiar to generation -after generation of children. They have been translated into foreign -languages, and a learned editor informed us of his delight and surprise -when travelling in Germany to hear them recited by a little girl in her -own native tongue. - -After a long life of honor and usefulness, Dr. Moore died, at his summer -residence in New York, July 10, 1863. For him may be claimed the -peculiar distinction of being the author of the two extremes of -literature--learned works on ancient languages for profound scholars, -and Christmas verses for little children. The learned works, upon which -he spent years of constant labor, have been superseded by works of still -greater research, but the man is yet to be born who can write anything -to supersede the little poem that has made Santa Claus and his tiny -reindeer a living reality to thousands of children throughout our broad -land. - -[Illustration: REDUCED FAC-SIMILE OF THE MANUSCRIPT OF DR. MOORE'S -FAMOUS POEM.] - - - - -THE WORD OF THE GUNS. - -BY EARLE TRACY. - -The little _Mystery_ was lying off the pier at Martinez's. Night had -covered sail-boat and row-boat alike, and while all Potosi gathered -towards the front celebrating Christmas eve with the rockets and the -fire-crackers that are not once thought of on the Fourth of July, Mr. -Martinez and Bascom were silently carrying bags of gold on board the -_Mystery_. As the sails ran up in the snapping cold, the mournful cry of -her ropes was the only sound on the Back Bay, and it smote Bascom; and -Mr. Martinez's grasp and his whispered cautions to Captain Tony, and the -solemn gold that he had carried, weighed upon his heart as they put out. - -Everything had been arranged on the deck for mounting the one which was -best preserved of the six mysterious old cannon that he had found the -summer before sunk in Potomoc Bay. It had been left covered by -tarpaulins in a row-boat off Captain Tony's point, where they could get -it as they passed. They ran the schooner across from Mr. Martinez's to -the point, and neither of them spoke along the way. When they reached -the boat, Bascom sprang over into it and lifted off the tarpaulins. -There was nothing underneath. - -"The cannon's gone," he whispered. "What does it mean?" - -"Somebody playin' a joke to spoil our fun," said the Captain, and the -darkness hid the worried frown upon his face. "Yo' mus' go ashore an' -look for it; bud doan' be long." - -"Looks like it's too funny for a joke," said Bascom, "less'n it's one of -ole Captain Aristide's. I never heard of his playin' one, only he was -along here to-day when I was a-polishin' the gun, an' he seemed mighty -inter_est_ed. It kind o' shivered me, but I went on sweet an' innocent -about our keepin' Christmas, firin' in the channel." - -"Aristide?" repeated Captain Tony, and he crossed his arms on the tiller -and pulled his hat down over his eyes, and thought, while Bascom rowed -ashore. Captain Aristide Lorat was known by every one to be the -craftiest man along the coast. His neighbors had never guessed that in -his free and gallant youth he had been a pirate neither more nor less. -He was too old now to enjoy the personal risk of such enterprises, and -he gave his direct attention to a prosaic carrying trade; but his old -preferences survived in the form of a few boats which did whatever -smuggling or wrecking came in their way. They were seldom seen in -Pontomoc Bay, and had never been recognized in their true character nor -connected with Captain Lorat, and yet Captain Tony did not like to think -that old Aristide had been nosing in their affairs. For it was something -unusual that was taking the _Mystery_ out on Christmas eve. - -Mr. Martinez, the owner of the great canning-factory for which Captain -Tony and Bascom sailed, was the chief of a quiet organization of Cubans -who were wealthy enough to make their patriotism of substantial -disadvantage to Spain. Just now, in one of the frequent insurrections, -there had been an unexpected call on the society for aid. A Cuban boat -was secretly coasting off Horn Island, waiting their messenger, for this -was at a time when the United States was not much inclined towards -sympathy. Martinez had two reasons for sending Captain Tony out to it. -Tony was infallibly prudent and brave, and he was trustworthy, both from -the integrity of character which made him dislike the mission, and from -an indebtedness to his employer which forbade his refusing it. Mr. -Martinez had given them the _Mystery_. - -"They made a clean job," whispered Bascom, coming back. "They've taken -that and the two next best out'n the shed where I was polishin' them. It -must have been Captain Aristide. Has he any grudge agin us?" - -"None dat I know of," the Captain said; "an' we can't stop an' study -'boud it now. It is of mo' impo'tance dat we do ouah wo'k dan dat we -fire guns, even to say dat it is done." Captain Tony's regret at taking -Bascom out on a holiday had suggested carrying the best cannon along and -firing it, for Bascom had been putting all his savings into ammunition -and fireworks for Christmas. Mr. Martinez approved, thinking a water -celebration would help to explain their going, and they were to fire him -a reassurance when they went through Potosi Channel on their way to the -oyster-beds when their mission had been carried out. - -The actual fact of the case was that Captain Lorat needed no more than -the knowledge that a boat was going out. Other bits of knowledge gained -from other sources only required this to piece them to a whole. He -decided it would be better not to let Bascom have a gun on board, and -while the _Mystery_ was taking her cargo at Martinez's pier, he had all -of them that looked as if they might be used loaded upon a schooner that -had come into the bay since dark. - -[Illustration: ONE OF THE MEN JUMPED ON BOARD AND GRAPPLED WITH THE -CAPTAIN.] - -Toward three in the morning Bascom found his eyelids growing so heavy -that he could scarcely keep from drowsing against the mast in the snug -warm lee of the sail. The _Mystery_ was just about to round the Horn -when a row-boat load of men swished past her bows. Bascom drew himself -together and sprang swiftly to the rail. One of the men was already -climbing up the side, but he jumped on board and grappled with the -Captain. There was a volley of shots, and the Captain dodged into the -cabin, where the gold was stowed. The men swarmed up over the deck. For -a moment Bascom had thought they were the Cubans, but now he caught up -one of his rockets, lighted it, and held it steady while it rose. The -Cuban boat must surely be waiting round the point of the island, and it -would see the signal. A man leaped round the mast and knocked him down, -but as Bascom rolled over to the rail he saw the rocket singing up to -break in scintillating brightness through the night. He wriggled like a -cat to the stern and dropped down the hatchway. He pulled the hatches -shut, but there was a rush of feet along the deck, and the blade of the -anchor came crashing through the cabin-top. Bascom threw himself into a -bunk, and before the Captain, who was reloading in a corner, could close -his revolver and lift it, the roof was torn from over them; three men -poured in, seized the Captain and Bascom, bound them both, and carried -off the gold. The lantern hung battered, but its light was not out, and -the prisoners looked at each other in despair. - -"Reckon I give it to dem better dan I got," he said, "bud I'm t'inkin' -'boud how we can catch dem again an' take ouah money back." - -"I'm kind of expectin' comp'ny," said Bascom. "Them Cubans is dumber'n I -take 'em for if they don't mosey up to see what my rocket meant. I fired -one just as you dodged in the cabin." - -"Dere is one question," Captain Tony said. "Get yo'se'f close an' tuhn a -little so I can take a bite at dat rope. Yo' signal may have attrac' de -government cruiser dat's lyin' off Ship Islan'." - -"Oh!" said Bascom. "Well, we got a lot of time before they can steam -over." He rolled himself against the Captain, who craned his neck -forward and worked with his strong creole teeth at the knots. He was -still pulling at them when feet were heard scrambling to the deck again, -and two men looked in at the shattered hatch. They spoke to Captain Tony -in Spanish, of which Bascom only recognized the pass-word that Mr. -Martinez had given them. - -"Dey come to yo' rocket," the Captain translated while the men unbound -them, "an' dey was in time to see de boat put off from de _Mystery_, so -de Cuban schooner has gone after dem, sendin' dese two men in a skiff -here." - -"Which way've the scalawags gone?" inquired Bascom, jumping to his feet. - -"De way dey had to," answered the Captain, hurrying to the deck. "Dey -reach deir schooner, an' as de Cubans was comin' from outside, dey had -to put in. We'll be ovah-haulin' dem; dese men say de Cuban boat is as -good at chasin' as she is at showing her heels. We goin' along too. -Reckon yo' has to tek de tiller," he added, and he stood by, with his -arm wrapped in a piece of canvas for a sling, and laid the course. Ahead -of them they could just see the Cuban boat plying back and forth with a -long tack and a short tack, and the _Mystery_ turned eastward. The Cuban -boat could not trust herself far inland where she did not know the -channels, and the smugglers would take their first opportunity to make a -sudden run east into one of the bayous; and Captain Tony determined -that the _Mystery_ should cut them off. It was a hare-and-hounds chase, -and the hours passed among the stars while the three boats doubled and -redoubled at top speed, gaining on one tack, losing on the next. Pale -clouds began to drift across the sky, and there was a taste of morning -in the wind. The Captain slapped Bascom on the back. "Yo' boy," he -chuckled, "dat Cuban boat is de stuff! She's run dem down so fine dat -dey's headin' 'cross de shoals, an' dey boun' to stay dere an' wait faw -us, by my reckonin'." - -Bascom giggled, but the Captain whistled in a new tone. "W'at in de name -of reason!" he exclaimed; "dey tu'nin' back across de Cuban's course? Oh -ho!" - -A cloud of smoke went up, and there was a great rumbling hoarse report -such as had not been heard in those waters since the war. "Dey firin'!" -the Captain gasped. The sound vibrated among the waves and sank away, -and the smoke cleared. The Cuban was not hurt. She turned like a girl -courtesying, and a sharper shot came caracoling on the waves, this time -from her. - -"De mad folly!" shouted the Captain. "Dey wan' to raise de dead, let -alone all de cruisers on de coas'!" - -Bascom danced at the tiller. He was quivering with his first thrill of -war--not only war between the Cubans and the smugglers, but soon with -the United States. Over their shoulders he could see the faint line of a -cruiser's smoke against the west. The Captain was looking very grave. -"Dis'll be de darkes' day de _Mystery_ seen yet," he said. "I 'ain't -nevah liked dis job, me, bud it look like we couldn' refuse." - -"One thing for the firing," said Bascom, "it's Christmas mornin'." - -"Christmas gift," said the Captain, grimly. "Reckon de smugglers is -sayin' it! Dey los' a mas' by dat las' shot." - -"Christmas--" ejaculated Bascom, and stopped short as the whistle of the -wind in the rigging was drowned again by a terrific explosion that shook -the sea. As they peered out under the smoke, something dropped like a -spent ball on the deck. The Captain picked it up, and after a moment's -scrutiny passed it over to Bascom. It was an unmistakable fragment from -the muzzle of one of Bascom's guns. The peculiar alloy that was neither -brass nor bronze, and that had puzzled every one when the guns were -raised, left no opening for doubt. - -"Golly," said Bascom, "rather bust than shoot agin its frien's!" He -stroked the powder-smelling piece against his cheek and almost kissed it -for delight. - -The Captain noted the growing trail of smoke in the west and spoke to -the two Cubans. One of them pointed at the smugglers' schooner. She was -settling fast, and the men on board of her were raising a white flag. -The _Mystery_ and the Cuban boat answered the signal, and the three -Captains met on board the _Mystery_ to make terms. - -The smuggler Captain was a tall, pleasant-faced American of Scotch -descent, with a wounded cheek and big fierce-looking mustaches. "I've -got the best of myself so bad," he declared, "that you can say what you -want, but it'll not be to your advantage to leave my schooner standing -on the edge of the bar to tell tales; so what I propose is this: I'll -give you back your scads without any more fuss if you'll tow what's left -of her into Davis Bayou out of sight and give us permission to skip." - -The Cuban Captain declined to do this, and it was finally decided that -while the _Mystery_ beat back and forth in the sound, the Cuban should -tow the smugglers out of danger and then make good her own escape. - -Bascom went across in the tender with the other skiffs to get his guns. -"Your boss is grit, ain't he?" said the smuggler Captain as they pulled -through the white foam on the bar. "I reckoned on an ordinary skeery -creole, but the way things has turned out, it's good I reckoned wrong." - -"It would have been gooder for you if you hadn't reckoned on my guns," -said Bascom, getting aboard the wreck, among a demoralized crew, and -laying his hand on the only piece he saw. "What's gone with the first -one? How did you know about 'em, anyhow?" - -The Captain preluded his answer with a fair volley of imprecations. "And -I wish the fiends had taken 'em before they ever fouled my deck," he -finished. "I didn't count on firin' 'em; I jus' took 'em to keep you -from makin' a noise, but I brought along your ammunition for prudence -an' knowin' it would come handy some day, an' when I was close put I -jus' let 'em holler. First one broke loose an' jumped into the water, -shootin' at kingdom come, an' the nex' busted an' busted us, so I wish -you joy of firin' this third." - -"Joy?" said Bascom; "well, I rather guess!" It was the one he had -planned for from the first, and which had been stolen from the row-boat. -"You wasn't allowing that guns what's seen enough of life to know what -side they're on would turn agin their frien's, was you? Just you listen -an' you'll hear this one speakin' calm and pleasant when she gets on -board the _Mystery_. And I'll give you this pointer," he added, from the -boat to which the gun had been lowered, "next time you want to borrow -something of mine, jus' remember that my things mos'ly has peculiar -workin's, an' I can manage 'em best." - -Half or three-quarters of an hour later, when every trace of the wreck -was out of sight, and the sails of the Cuban boat were flitting -innocently between Horn Island and the shore on the way east, the United -States cruiser shone near at hand, trim and slender and dauntless in the -sunrise. - -"Well," said Captain Tony, as they watched her despatch an officer -towards them in a boat, "it's jus' to brass it out now. We've got to do -it faw Mr. Martinez. He'll be in mighty bad troubl' if our tale don't -satisfy dat young chap comin' dere. Bud if it do, it's good enough faw -ev'ybody else--even ole Aristide, although it will disturb him mo' dan -he will say--if what we t'ink is true. Dis insurrection an' -secret-service business may be all hones' faw de peopl' dat belongs to -it, bud it cost me an' yo' an' de little _Mystery_ mo' in small feelin' -dan it pay, an' I say dis is de las' time faw enemy or frien'." - -"Me too," cried Bascom, "an' the old gun thinks the same. They was dead -down on this from the start, an' I reckon that's the word what they've -waited so patient to get a chance to say." - -The ship's boat drew alongside, and the officer came aboard to inquire, -with the commander's compliments, why a little battered schooner was -idling among the shoals in a norther, firing cannon. - -Bascom and the Captain saluted together. "Christmas gifts," they cried. - -"Usses had dese curious ole gun," the Captain explained, "w'at we raised -out of de water las' yeah, an' dis boy has been waitin' evah since faw -Christmas mornin' to fire 'em. An' I t'ought me dat it would be mo' safe -to come out heah an' try dem before firin' in Potosi Channel, as was his -wish. An' indeed it has prove dat I was right, for one of dem stepped -right off into de water dat it come from, an' de nex' it busted, as you -see," and he pointed to the cabin-top and to the bits of cannon that -Bascom had gathered for keep-sakes from the sinking boat. - -"Usses has been havin' a reg'lar party," Bascom added. "You are our most -'ristocratic callers, but you isn't our first. They'll be takin' the -word of the guns clear to Mobile an' as far as you go, whichever way -that is." - -"Then this is one of the forgotten guns that were raised in Pontomoc Bay -last summer?" the Lieutenant said. "I've heard of them." He examined the -piece like a toy. He was a young man with straightforward clear eyes -that commanded the same frankness they expressed, and had been very -uncomfortable to meet until this open subject was reached. The -Lieutenant saw Bascom's face light up with responsive enthusiasm, and he -ran on: "It may have belonged to one of the old discoverers. Why, I can -just see the old chaps that manned it when the ship went down, standing -on tiptoe round it, with their swords clanking and their queer old -clothes flapping in this very wind perhaps! You know I believe they -would like it if we had the old veteran fire a salute." - -"Usses would like that too," the Captain said. - -Bascom had no answer. He looked across to the ship where the stars and -stripes that had fought their way from so much ancient bravery were -riding high in the gold sun-light and the wind. He looked until his eyes -grew dim and the figure of the Lieutenant priming the cannon became -blurred so that all the shadowy old crew seemed to have marshalled -themselves aboard the _Mystery_ to man their gun. "Christmas gift," he -murmured, and his heart came up into his throat. Then the voice of the -gun rolled out, mellow and husky and peaceful after centuries of sleep. - -The recoil went from stem to stern like a great thrill of joy. The smoke -swept away on the wind, and the Lieutenant touched Bascom on the -shoulder. There was an interval of silence, and then the man-of-war -saluted the little _Mystery_. - - - - -A LOYAL TRAITOR. - -A STORY OF THE WAR OF 1812 BETWEEN AMERICA AND ENGLAND. - -BY JAMES BARNES. - - -CHAPTER IX. - -A PRIVATEERSMAN. - -No one was stirring in the inn except a sleepy, draggle-headed pot-boy, -lazily sweeping out the tap-room. Although I was very hungry, I -determined on a ramble along the water-front before breakfast, and I -headed down the street. - -I remembered very well where I had landed from the _Minetta_, and that -upon the occasion of her entering the harbor I had been surprised at the -number of vessels at the wharves; but now they seemed to be trebled. A -maze of masts and rigging arose above the tree-tops, but the scene -lacked the life and movement of loading and unloading. - -The vessels appeared slovenly and unkempt, their yards at all angles, -and their shrouds sagging. Close to me, with a long bowsprit extending -almost into the front yard of one of the white houses that clustered at -the southern bend of the harbor, was a great three-masted ship. Her cut -was different from most of those that I had seen, but what held my eye -was this: her foremast had been spliced neatly with wrappings of great -rope, and three or four jagged breaks showed in her topsides and -bulwarks. She was lying close to a great warehouse that prevented a view -of the open bay, and I walked down the pier. The great vessel had -quarter-galleries, like a man-of-war, and above her rudder-post I read -the words, "_Northumberland_ of Liverpool"; then I remembered hearing -the night before that this vessel had come in under the lee of the -_Young Eagle_, and had been one of the richest fruits of her first -cruise. - -When I reached the pier-head I walked out on the string-piece, and -climbing on the top of a pile of lumber, I looked out across the smooth -water. A quarter of a mile from shore lay the tidiest-looking craft that -I ever clapped my eyes on. She was not very small, but sat low in the -water. A backward rake to her masts gave her a jaunty appearance, and -the tall spars that lifted high above her deck looked as slender as -whipstocks. Her jib-boom was of tremendous length, but at that time I -did not know enough either to criticise or to appreciate her altogether -at a glance. - -It was setting out to be a scorching day. The smell of sperm-oil and -pine timber came from beneath and about me, and so still was it that the -sound of a man rowing a dory over against the farther shore sounded -plainly. I could hear every thump in the thole-pins. The clicking of a -block and tackle broke out, and a musical high-toned bell hurriedly -struck the hour from the little brig. That she was the _Young Eagle_ I -had no doubt, and it flashed across me that maybe I had gotten myself in -somewhat of a predicament, and that maybe it would be better for me to -find Captain Temple and inform him that, while I did know something of -small arms, I was in truth nothing of a sailor. - -I took the paper out of my pocket, and saw that there was no reference -made to performing the duties of seamanship, but that I had been -enlisted to instruct the crew in a branch with which I felt myself -perfectly familiar. - -My old friend Plummer had promised to help me learn the ropes, and so I -determined to go ahead without any explaining. - -Thinking that it would be best to report to my commander at the inn and -await his orders, I turned my footsteps back into the town. And as I -walked the path along the tree-lined street, why I should fall to -thinking of Mary Tanner I do not know. I took a squint down at myself in -my sailor finery, and rather admired the way the wide bell-shaped -trousers flapped about my ankles. The wish grew upon me that Mary could -see me as I was. Thus, with my head down, I hastened on, and did not -perceive that an open gate swung across the way until I had run afoul of -it, bows on. - -As I leaned over to rub my shin I heard a laugh, and looking up, there, -not ten feet from me, was the very person who had been in my mind--Mary -Tanner herself! The power is given to women to control the expressions -of their feelings in a manner that fails men altogether. At least I -might say we are more clumsy at it. I was so astounded that I could not -speak a word, and stood there on one leg like a startled sand-piper. She -spoke first. - -"Well, where did you come from?" she laughed, gathering up her apron in -one hand. It had been filled with roses she had been clipping from a -bush. - -If the time had been longer since I had seen her, I think I might have -been tempted to reply from China or some distant port, as her laughter -galled me sharply. But as it was, I answered her somewhat falteringly, -to be sure, - -"From up there," pointing with my fingers toward the north. - -"How did you get away from Gaston?" she asked. - -At the mention of the old man's name I could not help but give a glance -over my shoulder, at which Mary laughed and asked another question. - -"Where did you get those outlandish clothes?" - -"I'm a sailor," I replied, giving a hitch to my trousers. - -"Oh no, you're not," said Mary, throwing back her head. "You're a boy." - -"I wish you a good-morning, Mistress Tanner," I replied, making an -effort to pull off the tight-fitting Portugee cap, and only succeeding -in giving my hair a tweaking. "Good-morning, Mistress Tanner; time has -not improved your manners." - -I walked away, angry. It is no evidence of superior wisdom on my part to -here make an observation; but six months of a town life will change a -woman and teach her more than five years spent on a hill-side farm, and -this is no falsehood. I had gone but a few rods when I heard my name -called, and, looking back, I saw Mary leaning over the fence and -beckoning to me with a rose in her fingers. Affecting a great deal of -leisure, I retraced my steps. - -"Are you really going to sea?" she asked. - -Now although I could see how great the change had been that had come -over her, this was spoken after the old manner; and despite the feeling -that things were not exactly as they had been, I felt more at my ease. - -"I'm one of the crew of the _Young Eagle_," I replied, and I must -confess it, proudly. - -"My!" was all Mary vouchsafed to this, but I noticed that her eyes -brightened and that she flushed. The rose she had been holding fell from -her hand, and I bent over and picked it up. As I offered to return it, -she looked at me slyly. - -"Why don't you keep it?" she asked. - -"Because you have not given it to me." - -"Then I will give you another." - -As I took the flower she extended, an entirely new sensation thrilled -me, and though this part of our short interview may be interesting or -not, I am glad to set it down fully. - -"Oh, I've got some news to tell," said Mary, looking at me archly. - -"What is it?" I inquired. "Good news?" - -"Yes; I may be rich some day, John." - -"Rich!" I exclaimed. "How is that, pray tell me?" - -"You see, my grandfather who lives in Canada was a Tory," Mary -answered. "His name is Middleton--one of the Irish Middletons--and when -he left New London my mother would not go with him, for my father was an -American soldier. Now my grandfather wishes me to come to him." - -"Oh, are you going?" I asked, with my heart beating loudly. - -"Well, I won't go now," Mary replied. "You see, my father is very ill -here at my uncle's." A shade of sadness came into her voice. "He wants -me to go," she continued, "but I won't leave him for any grandfather, no -matter how rich he is." - -"If you went, perhaps I would never see you again," I said faintly. - -"Why," she answered, opening her eyes wide, "you could come and see me." - -"When?" - -"When you got command of your own ship." She smiled as she spoke. - -"I'll have one some day," I spoke up bravely. "And that is what I'll -do." - -But an interruption came to this little dialogue. - -"Look up the street," cried Mary, suddenly pointing. - -I did so, and my heart fell. Here came the frightful old Gaston, -shambling along, with his arms dangling in front of him; his clothes and -head-gear were fit to make a ghost grin. But as if he had been a -schoolmaster and I a truant schoolboy, I dodged through the gate and hid -behind the rose-bush. For years I could not think of this action without -chagrin, but now I could laugh at it. - -"You had better not let him catch you," Mary observed, joining me, and -we peered about the corner of the rose-bush until after Gaston had -passed. That he was in quest of me there was no doubt, and I cannot help -thinking that my evident fear amused Mary Tanner, for she stood there -smiling at me, and pulling at a green branch over her head (oh, I can -well recall how she looked!); but the scene was interrupted by the -approach of a slight, quick-stepping man, who rattled a walking-stick -along the fence-pickets as he came nearer. - -"Here's Captain Temple," I said, straightening up. "Now you'll see -whether I'm a sailor or not." - -When the Captain was opposite the gate I stepped from behind the -rose-bush and saluted. - -"Heigh, oh!" he exclaimed, looking longer at Mary than he did at me. -(She was a tall girl, and appeared older than her years.) "Heigh, oh, -I'm just in time to rescue you, my lad. 'Tis plain you're a prize to -beauty! Ay, and would fly her colors too," he added, pointing to the -rose, which I had thrust in my bosom. As he spoke the officer bowed -gallantly, and Mary dropped him a courtesy. - -"Sorry, lad," Captain Temple went on, "but I may have use for you. Can -you read and write?" - -"Ay, ay, sir; French and English, and Latin too," I answered. - -"Ecod! a scholar, eh?" was the return. "Scholars make bad sailors. But -Bullard has gone to New London, and I would have somebody come to -McCulough's office and help me with the papers. So bid good-by to your -sweetheart, and come along--come along. We'll get under way to-morrow -mayhap, or the day after." - -[Illustration: "GOOD-BY, MARY," I SAID, EXTENDING MY HAND, "DON'T FORGET -ME."] - -"Good-by, Mary," said I, extending my hand. "Don't forget me." - -"Good-by," she said simply, and thus we parted. - -I was filled with the idea, as we went down the street, that I would run -across Gaston; but I determined that if this happened, I should not show -the fear of him that I had a few moments since. But we met no one except -some villagers driving their cows to pasture, and approaching the -wharves once more, we entered one of the warehouses, and found awaiting -there a crowd of seamen. They all touched their hats as Captain Temple -and I came to the doorway. A red-faced man with a great bulbous nose and -snuff-powdered coat greeted us. - -"You're late, Captain," he grumbled; "and look at the gentry that have -been awaiting you. There may be some seamen amongst them, but I'll wager -we've got some hog-butchers and tailors here, at any rate." - -He might properly have added pirates in his category, for some of the -men were as rough-looking cut-throats as any one might wish to see. - -"Here, act as shipping-clerk, lad," said Captain Temple, shoving a great -ledger toward me. "And set things down right and ship-shape, too, in -plain English. Never mind the spelling--just so one can read it." - -Luckily it happened that the page before was but half filled, and I saw -at a rapid glance the mode of procedure. I recognized also Bullard's -handwriting. And now began the examination that to me was most -interesting. - -Temple looked at every man, as he presented himself, slowly from top to -toe, and I noticed that many of them gave a shake to their shoulders -when he lowered his eyes, as if a chill had passed over them. The -questions were very simple, consisting in asking the man's name, age, -previous occupation, and the vessel that he had last sailed in, and if -satisfactory, he was told to get his dunnage and present himself at the -pier some time before noon. - -"We have no idlers on board this ship," said the Captain, addressing the -crowd. "If you're not doing one thing, you're doing something else. I -want both-handed men about me." - -In about two hours the work was finished, and Captain Temple, looking -over the ledger, paid me a compliment upon my writing, and expressed the -opinion that evidently I was an old hand; in which I did not contradict -him. Before noon arrived, however, I was almost famished, but I had -found no time to search for anything to eat. - -It had got noised about the lower part of the town that the remaining -part of the crew of the _Young Eagle_ were to debark at that hour, and -quite a crowd had gathered along the shore to see them off. I had -managed to run up to the inn and to secure my small bundle, and had -hastened back again. - -Already a boat-load had gone off to the ship, and as I clambered down -the rough ladder, the crowd and those in the second boat were indulging -in much rough playfulness. It was a very mixed assembly, and there -appeared to be no deep feelings shown in any of the farewells. Just as -we shoved off, I heard my name called--that is, my first name. "John! -John!" said a voice, and looking up, I saw Mary Tanner standing at the -edge of the pier. She waved her hand to me, and then, with a quick -glance about her, kissed it. - -My return to this, which I kept repeating for fully a minute, was not -conspicuous, because half of the men gathered in the stern-sheets were -doing the same thing and indulging in mock-lamentations. Three or four -silent ones, perhaps, felt more deeply than the others. - -As we came alongside the brig, I noticed that her free-board was not -more than six feet amidships, but that her bulwarks were fully the -height of a man's shoulder. Her sides shone as if they had been -varnished, and the brass-work along her rails gleamed like gold. But -when I set my foot on deck, it was then that I was astonished. I have -seen many privateers and vessels of the regular navy since that day, but -never have I seen such a clean sweep of deck and such fine planking in -my life. All the loose running-gear was flemished down neatly, many of -the belaying-pins were of brass, and her broadside of six guns was very -heavy for her tonnage. - -Amidships, carefully lashed and blocked, was a long twelve-pounder. The -others were eighteen-pound carronades. Two brass swivels she carried -besides these--one on her forecastle, and one forward of the wheel on -the quarter-deck. She was built upon a plan different from most of the -vessels of that time, but now become more adopted in America. Instead of -having her greatest breadth well forward, it was farther aft, and she -was cut away like a knife-blade. I have never seen her equal in going -close-hauled; or, in fact, in any point of sailing. - -Now, as I stood there with my bundle in my hand, I longed for some one -to ask questions of, and then I remembered that if we sailed on the -morrow, Plummer would be left behind. Most of the men coming off shore -had carried their hammocks with them, and where I was to get mine I did -not know. But as Captain Temple had been so kind to me on shore, I -thought nothing of going to him, and considered that it would be the -best way out of the difficulty, so I stepped up to where he was standing -near the binnacle. He looked at me as if he had never seen me before; in -fact, he appeared a totally different man. - -"Well!" he said, sternly. "Coming aft in this fashion! If you wish to -speak to me, wait at the mast." - -"I have no hammock, sir," I began. - -"Sleep on the deck, then," he returned. "Go forward." - -He spoke to me much as one might address a dog, but there was nothing -for me to do but to obey like one, and I went down the hatchway to the -berth-deck. How so many men were going to sleep in that crowded space I -could not see. They were so close that as they moved about they touched -one another, and so low were the deck-beams that the tallest could not -stand erect, and even I brought up against one with a tremendous whack -that set starry skies before me. To my relief, I perceived that I was -not the only greenhorn, and that there were a few others who knew even -less than I did of what was expected of them. - -A gawky country lad, who had been standing there gorming about -open-mouthed, approached me. - -"Tell me, please," he said, "where are our beds. Where are we going to -sleep?" - -I explained that the long bundles some of the men carried, and that they -were taking up to stow in the nettings on the deck, were hammocks, and -that he would probably have one served to him. He thanked me kindly, and -probably looked upon me as being a very knowing, able seaman. - -The men were joking and cursing roughly, and before we had been on board -ten minutes a fight had started between two half-drunken sailors, which -occasioned only merriment amongst the lookers-on, until a great, -thick-set figure, that I afterwards learned was Edmundson, the third -lieutenant, ran down the companion-ladder, and sent both of the fighters -to the deck with two blows of his great fist. - -"If you're after sore heads, you can get them!" he cried. "But avast -this quarrelling." No one said a word; even the fighters stopped -cursing. - -I was mad for something to eat, for, as I have told, I had had nothing -since the night before; but soon the word was passed through the -forecastle that there would be no grub until the evening, at which there -were many mutterings and more strange oaths. During the afternoon the -crew was divided into watches, and the men were given their numbers and -stations, but so far as I could see no provision was made for their -comfort in any manner; no regular messes had been organized, and at six -o'clock, when we were fed, we sat about in groups on the deck, and ate -with our knives and fingers from the rough tubs; but the feed was -wholesome, and there was plenty of it. I did full justice to a very -healthy appetite. - -Before dark Mr. Bullard came on board. As he walked forward I managed to -catch his eye, and saluted. - -"Ah, here's our sailor fencing-master," he half laughed. - -"Might I have a word with you, sir?" I inquired. - -"What is it?" he said, frowning. - -"There are two country lads on board that have no hammocks; they know -little of shipboard, but are willing. Can you not help them out, sir?" - -I did not tell him that one of the country lads was myself. He muttered -a curse, and here I found out that asking favors of ship's officers -generally makes them cross. But he turned and spoke to an old seaman -standing near by. - -"Willmot, get two hammocks and give them to this lad," he ordered. - -I followed the old sailor to the forward hold, and a few minutes -afterwards presented a new hammock to the lank countryman, and kept the -other myself; following the example of the other seamen, we marked our -names on them in plain, black lettering. - -The countryman, whose name was Amos Craig, and I found a hook forward -and agreed to swing together. It was near the hatchway, but we took it -because the air would be better, and it was already foul from much -breathing. I did not turn in early, being in the first watch, which we -kept as if we were at sea; but that night, as I looked out toward the -lights of the town and realized how great a change the life before was -from that I had been leading, I was half tempted to slip overboard and -make a swim for it, for I felt that all this did not mean liberty. I had -yet to learn that there is freedom in faithful and loyal service. - -I had been much surprised by the difference in the manners shown by -Captain Temple ashore from those on shipboard. This change, however, is -the natural sequence of absolute authority, and the relief occasioned by -being able to throw off responsibility. In after-years I felt it much -the same with me, but in the writing of this tale, as I cannot claim -that I have the power of adding adornment, I also intend to be as free -from moralizing as I can. So, to return to what happened. As I leaned -over the rail, I made up my mind to accept anything that came, and make -the best of it, and to do my duty according to the best of my powers. - -Half of the watch on deck were lying sprawled out and snoring against -the bulwarks, keeping carefully out of the moonlight, for the reason, as -I afterwards learned, that sleeping in the glare of the moon addles -men's brains; but this may be mere superstition. - -Up and down the quarter-deck a restless figure paced in quick, nervous -strides. A sailor, with his heavy hair done in a long queue down his -back, and two small gold rings in his ears, approached me and nudged me -with his knee. - -"Old Never-sleep is on the rampage," he said, directing his thumb over -his shoulder. "We'll catch it to-morrow, you can wager on that, -messmate. I've cruised with him, and I know his tricks!" - -"Is he a good officer?" - -"Ay, good for those who work for him, but he'll hound a shirker till you -can see his bones. Some men on this 'ere craft will wish themselves -overboard before this cruise is over. Jump when he speaks, that's my -advice!" - -Then the man went on to ask me questions. I dodged them as best I could -by asking others, and as he liked to talk, I picked up not a little -worth remembering. I found that Captain Temple had various nicknames -that described his qualifications and characteristics to a nicety. Every -skipper, no matter what his age, is called "old" on shipboard. Temple, I -should judge, had not turned four-and-thirty, although he was slightly -grizzled and his face was weather-seamed. "Anger-eyes" they called him -on account of his keenness of vision. "Old Gimlet-ears," because it was -rumored that he could hear in the cabin what went on in the forecastle. -"Kill Devil," for the reason that he feared not to fight the powers of -hell if they were arrayed against him. But chief of all, "Old -Never-sleep," for a very evident reason. He apparently stood all watches -when there was aught to be gained by vigilance. - -The quartermaster on deck stepped aft as the sailor and I were talking, -and spoke to Captain Temple. - -"Make it so," were the words I caught from the Captain's lips. - -Immediately the musical high-toned bell struck the hour. On the voyage -of the _Minetta_ I had learned to tell time after the manner at sea, and -I knew that the other watch was coming on. In ten minutes I was below in -my hammock. - -So great a number of people composed the _Young Eagle_'s company that -the men were swinging double in the close-crowded space--that is, one -hammock was underneath the other, the upper lashed high against the -beams, and the lower sagging so that its occupant could touch the deck -with his hand. - -I had never heard such a chorus of snoring and muttering in my life, and -it took me a few minutes to become accustomed to the reeking air. But at -last I dozed off into a fitful rest of ever-changing dreams, and was -awakened by the rolling of a drum and a confused sound of stirring, -cursing, and piping. Now began a day in which I had to face some trials, -I assure you, and call upon many resources that I did not know that I -possessed. - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -LAWSON'S INVESTMENT - -BY MAJOR G. B. DAVIS, U.S.A. - - -[Illustration: LAWSON ON THE WATCH.] - -To begin with, it was not an investment of gold or silver, in land or -bonds, or any of those things for which men vainly toil and strive, in -constant peril of their souls. Of all that, I know nothing. I am simply -to tell how Lawson, a volunteer soldier, defended the Cienega Ranch -during the long hours of a summer day against a band of Mescalero -Apaches, red-handed, thirsting for plunder, and bent upon his -destruction. - -I have said that Lawson was a volunteer soldier. If I rightly understood -him, he was born in Ohio. At any rate, he served in the Ohio infantry, -and enlisted for the war, with a thousand others, in the early fall of -1861. By rights he ought to have been drilled and properly set up and -disciplined in some sort of camp of instruction in Kentucky or southern -Ohio, but there was not thought to be time for that, so great was the -need for men, and so he had to acquire his manual of arms and other -military fundamentals in the field from day to day as he went along. Now -this is not the best way nor the way laid down in the books, but it was -the only way for Lawson, and whatever may be said against it, it is -thorough and to the last degree effective. - -In the raw early spring of 1862, Lawson's regiment, still rusty in its -ployments and facings, and having as yet no abiding knowledge of the -goose step, began its campaigning in West Tennessee. He was at Donelson -and Shiloh, and later got his first lessons in digging and the use of -the head-log at the siege of Corinth. After that was over, he marched -about, hither and yon, as his Generals wished--but somewhat aimlessly as -he thought--in northern Mississippi. This sort of thing was kept up all -through the fall and winter until the spring came, and the Army of the -Tennessee set out to do something at Vicksburg. He did his share of -digging and fighting in the hot trenches there, and then, just as the -cool fall breezes were beginning to blow, he betook himself with Sherman -to the relief of his beleaguered comrades at Chattanooga, arriving just -in time to share in Corse's gallant but unfruitful assault upon the -north end of Missionary Ridge. Always a private, he missed none of the -marching or fighting or digging of the Atlanta campaign, and closed the -year '64 with the long sweet-potato walk to Savannah and the sea. Then -he waded and toiled up through the miry Carolinas, adding not a little -to his military stature and to his stock of technical war knowledge in -the way of corduroying and trestle bridges, and at Bentonville finished, -as he had begun, a private, full of dearly bought experience, fuller -still of malaria, an expert in all the arts of defence, a resolute and -resourceful soldier, who had been tried on many an emergent occasion, -and who had stood shoulder to shoulder with the boys whenever they lined -up at the sound of the long-roll or rushed to the parapet to repel the -assaults of the enemy. - -At last, when the whole thing was over, and he had been paid off and -discharged, and had spent the greater part of the little that was coming -to him in seeing the great world that lay between Pittsburg and -Columbus, Lawson fared back to the peaceful Maumee Valley, with his -chills and fever and his slender resources, only to find himself a sort -of living vacancy in the body-politic. Look where he would, there seemed -to be no place open for an old soldier like him in the changed order of -things that somehow seemed to prevail in the little community which he -called his home. He was in no sense a "hustler," he had no trade but -war, no capital save his strong arms and an honest heart, and no -powerful friends to push him in any direction, and so, after many -disappointments, it came about that he drifted down to Cincinnati, and -there enlisted in the regular army. He had served side by side with the -regulars for four long years, and they were now the only folk with whose -goings and comings he was familiar; and for the first time since his -discharge he felt at home among the lean infantrymen as he ate his bacon -and beans in the company kitchen, and took his turn at guard, as he had -been used to do, or discussed the characters of his Generals with the -old men who had served under them when they were Lieutenants in Mexico, -in the hazy days before the war, when men's minds were at peace and -soldiering a trade worth thinking of. - -The days rolled into weeks and months. There was little to do, there -were many to do it, and he was content, ay, happy--happier than he had -been at any time, that he could remember, since the winter quarters at -Chattanooga, after the blockade was broken and fresh beef and soft bread -were issued every day. But this was altogether too good a thing to last, -and the end came one day when a big detachment of ex-deserters and -bounty-jumpers were assigned to the Fourteenth, and the good times were -gone forever. To Lawson it was an enigma, and he gave it up, but it came -about in this way: When the great volunteer armies were disbanded and -sent to their homes, there remained on hand a residuum of deserters and -men without souls, who had been bought with a price, but who belonged to -no regiment, and so were kept in pay when the rest were mustered out and -discharged. Of a sudden it occurred to the powers that this unpromising -material might be put to some use in filling the depleted ranks of the -regular army. - -But fire and water will not mix, and if honest dough-boys be shaken -together with such sons of Belial the regimental traditions will suffer, -and discipline will surely come to naught. And so it happened that the -old Fourteeth had to undergo all the pangs of dyspepsia before it could -make way with the indigestible mass that had thus been cast upon it. -There is no telling what dire happening would have come to the regiment -had this state of things been allowed to continue indefinitely. A period -was put to it at last, however, by a telegram, which came to the -commanding officer at dead of night, transferring the Fourteenth to -Arizona. Then it was that the deserters and bounty-jumpers held council -of the situation, and being of one mind as to the unpleasing outlook, -took wing and troubled the service no more, and the old Fourteenth, -weaker in numbers but stronger in _men_ than it had been since -Fredericksburg, was landed at Yuma, where it was appointed to garrison -the abandoned posts and protect the overland mail from the depredations -of the Apaches, who had been working their will of late upon the -unprotected settlements in southeastern Arizona. Here, taking his -chances with the rest, and doing his full share of escort and fatigue, -Lawson served "honestly and faithfully," as it ran in his discharge -papers, until his term expired and he was a free man again. And then it -was that he went up to keep the mail station at the Cienega. - -The Cienega, or, to give the place its fall name, the Cienega de las -Pimas, was a low-lying, swampy valley through which a small stream ran, -alternately rising and sinking after the manner of creeks and rivers in -Arizona. To the west, twenty-eight miles away, was the pueblo of Tucson, -a cathedral town, once the capital of the territory. To the east, -twenty-two miles distant, was the middle crossing of the San Pedro. To -the north there was nothing; while to the south were the Whetstone -Mountains, then old Camp Wallen, the Patagonia Mine, and Old Mexico. The -Cienega itself was flat, infested with all manner of poisonous vermin, -submerged in the rainy season, and miry and impassable, in a military -sense, at all times. It was also malarial, and to the last degree -unlovely to the eye. A few dead cottonwood-trees, upon which the owls -creaked at sunset, rose stiffly here and there out of the general dead -level of sacaton grass and chaparral, while the tarantula and centipede -and the ubiquitous rattlesnake reserved to their unhallowed uses the -moist, impenetrable depths below. The station had been located just -where it was because it broke into two fairly equal parts the long -fifty-mile drive from Tucson to the crossings of the San Pedro. Wagon -trains and occasional parties of prospectors or travellers camped at the -Cienega on their way to the White Mountains, or to the Apache Pass and -New Mexico, and from their small needs in the way of refreshment for man -and beast Lawson and his partner eked out an extremely moderate -existence. At very rare intervals a troop of regular cavalry passed that -way, and the ranchmen ministered to its needs in the way of long forage -to the extent of twenty dollars or more. These were red-letter days for -Lawson--a very gold-mine, indeed--and led him to hope that, sometime in -the uncertain future, he might be able to leave the Cienega forever, and -go back to Ohio, where green grass and tall trees grew, where churches -and kindred were, and where he might, perhaps, take a new start in life -in a land beyond the dim eastern mountains, where pistols were not, and -where civilization flourished throughout the year. This was a dream that -came to Lawson in the night when a big escort camped at the Cienega and -he could eat and sleep in peace. - -No one who knows Arizona need be told that the Apaches were particularly -bad in the early seventies. No place outside the towns or beyond the -lines of the garrisoned forts was safe from their incursions. -Depredations were of daily occurrence, and were only desisted from when -there were no white men left to kill and no horses or cattle to steal -and carry away. A single traveller journeyed south of the Gila and east -of the Santa Cruz, not simply at his peril, but to certain, inevitable -death. It was the same with two, or three; if four travelled together, -one had a running chance to escape if the marauding party was less than -ten, or if the attack came within an hour of darkness. On the whole, the -best local judgment, both civil and military, was that five persons, -alert, fully armed, and, above all, judiciously scattered along the -trail, were the smallest company that could venture into the country -ranged over by the Mescalero or Chiricahui Indians with any chance of -getting out alive. The roads were dotted with the graves of those who -had paid, with their lives, the awful penalty of being too venturesome, -and the isolated ranches were heavily barred and otherwise defended -against the common enemy. The Cienega was no exception to the rule; -indeed, on account of its perilous situation, it had one or two -defensive features which less-exposed ranches lacked, and which I shall -presently describe. Partly because it was located near the junction of -several large north and south Indian trails, and partly because of the -ease with which it could be approached from the dense chaparral, it was -always surrounded by hostile Apaches, and its occupants went in and out -under their constant observation. - -The ranch building proper, for there was but one, stood on the east bank -of the muddy creek, just above where the old overland stage-road had -managed to find a practicable crossing. As the trail left the ford, it -wound sharply up the slope and passed between the ranch building and a -huge outcrop of volcanic rocks which stood directly opposite the main -entrance to the inner court, or corral. This pile of rocks had been -regarded as having some defensive value when the ranch was built, -apparently with the idea that, in the event of an attack, it might serve -as a kind of outwork which could be defended for several hours before -the garrison would be compelled to fall back to the shelter of the ranch -proper. It was also so situated that, in case of siege, a small party -could sally out of the main building and find cover behind the rocks -long enough to enable its defenders to get a supply of water from the -creek. - -The enclosure, which was rectangular in plan, measured about sixty feet -on each front or side. The middle of the front wall, facing the north, -was pierced by a sally-port, or entranceway, about fifteen feet in -width, which was closed by a heavy oaken gate. In conformity to the -style of domestic architecture prevailing in all Spanish-American -countries, where life and property are less safe than they are in the -lands more favored of Heaven where the Anglo-Saxon dwells, this gateway -was the only means by which an entrance could be effected, as the other -walls were without openings of any kind save those which looked upon the -inner court. The rudely constructed interior can be quickly described. -On the east side of the entrance was a large living-room some twenty -feet square; on the west were several smaller rooms for horse-gear and -the storage of grain. The other three sides were roofed, but not -otherwise enclosed, and were used as stables. - -At the southeast corner, opposite the living-room, Lawson had built a -circular flanking tower, which projected a little more than three feet -beyond the outer walls, and from this corner tower, which was loopholed, -the east and south sides of the enclosure could be raked or flanked. It -was a novel construction, and Mexican cargadors, wrapped in their -serapes of manta, sat squat on their haunches and soberly regarded it -for hours, wondering at the Gringo's strange conceit in building. -Curious travellers casually observed it in passing, and thought it a -spring-house, or perhaps a place where whiskey and other precious -valuables could be safely deposited; but none, even the most -inquisitive, suspected its real purpose or gave it a moment's serious -thought. We shall presently see, however, how useful it proved to be. - -The living-room was simple and plain to the last degree. In the first -place, there was a fireplace of adobe, at which all the cooking was -done; there were two rude bunks, in which Lawson and his partner slept, -and there was a rough table, made out of a discarded hardtack box, which -stood under the window overlooking the interior court. These, with a -half-dozen stout chairs with rawhide seats, completed the scanty array -of furniture. Each man wore a pistol and a thimble-belt always, and was -never far from a repeating Winchester rifle. At the head of each bed, -ready for instant use, stood a perfect arsenal of weapons of all dates -and calibres. Some were modern, and likely to be of service in an -emergency, the rest were antiquated and obsolete, mere bric-ŕ-brac -indeed, and were kept because, as Lawson put it, "they might come in -handy sometime." - -So, as the matter stood, the garrison--that is, Lawson and his partner -Green, an ex-Confederate from the Army of Northern Virginia--had thought -the thing all over, and settled in their minds that, in the event of an -attack, they would proceed in about this wise. If the attack came from -the north, which was by all odds the most exposed and dangerous quarter, -they would first hold the rock outwork to the last extremity. It was -agreed between them that their principal danger would consist in an -attempt on the part of the Indians to scale the walls, either to make a -lodgement on the roof or to set it on fire. Now if such an attempt -happened to be made on the east or south side, which was commanded by -the flanking tower, the garrison would be heard from, and serious injury -might be inflicted upon the assailants--enough, perhaps, to hold them in -check until the mail-drivers, who passed daily in either direction, -could carry the alarm to the regular cavalry posts at Tucson and the -Apache Pass. It should be said, however, that so much of the partners' -ingenious plan of defence as depended upon the arrival of a mail-rider -was, at best, a feeble reliance, as they were more likely to be killed -than not in the event of an attack; but feeble as it was, it was all -that seemed to stand between the occupants of the ranch and a lingering -death by torture, should the Apaches conclude to make a descent in force -upon the Cienega; and thus matters stood there just before sunrise on -the morning of the 21st of July, 1870. - -[Illustration: AS GREEN SPED THROUGH HE FELT THE HOT BREATH OF HIS -PARTNER'S WINCHESTER.] - -The attack came about in this way: At the gray of dawn, Green, who was -astir feeding the animals, as was his custom, fancied that he heard some -suspicious noises among the hogs who were hunting young rattlesnakes in -the big rock pile in front of the main door. Seizing his rifle, he -unfastened the gate and stole cautiously out across the road, and pushed -up, under cover of the bowlders, to a point of vantage from which he -could overlook the swamp lying to the northward. He had hardly reached -shelter when two sharp reports rang out in the still morning air, _not -from the swamp in front, but from the road at his right and rear_! -Green's soldierly instinct told him what this meant, and before the -reports had ceased to echo he plunged back across the road, and shot -through the big gate in safety. As Green sped through the storm of -bullets, closely followed by an athletic warrior, he felt the hot breath -of a rifle-ball from his partner's Winchester, which brought down his -pursuer stone-dead well within the entrance-gate. The long-looked-for -attack had come, and the first brief passage at arms was over. Save that -their skins were whole, the partners had but little to congratulate -themselves upon. The first step in their carefully elaborated plan of -defence had utterly miscarried. Green had been compelled by a flank -attack to abandon the outwork without even an attempt at resistance. -Lawson had tried to shut the gate, but had failed, and it was now too -late to undertake so dangerous a task under the rifles of a score or -more of Apache warriors, who, from their perches in the rocks, now fully -commanded every approach to the building from the north. - -So the partners fell back towards the south wall of the enclosure, and -established themselves among the kicking-posts, in a position from which -they could still command the half-open gateway. It would now seem as if -the Indians had it in their power to carry the building by a single bold -rush through the entrance-gate; and that is precisely what would have -happened had the attacking party been composed of white men, or of Sioux -Indians or Cheyennes--or Nez Percés, for that matter--but the Apache is -a brutal coward, and doesn't do things that way. With him the taking of -human life is always a means to an end. His first object is plunder, and -he kills whatever stands between him and the object of his unholy -desire. But he does nothing blindly or without carefully calculating all -the chances, so as to eliminate or reduce to a minimum the risk of -losing his own worthless life or those of his companions in iniquity. A -marauding party will spend hours in planning the murder of a mail-rider, -and will arrange every detail with such devilish cunning as to leave -their victim absolutely no loophole of escape. - -And this, strangely enough, was Lawson's present salvation. The Indians -did not know how many men there were in the ranch, or how they were -posted. Until they had gained this information, the partners could count -upon it that there would be no assault by way of the half-closed gate, -as it shut out from view more than half of the interior of the court. A -thorough knowledge of their wily enemies, however, served to determine -the next step in their scheme of defence. It is a dogma of the Apache's -crude and grewsome religious belief that some dire happening will befall -the band that leaves its dead in the hands of an enemy. Now Green's -pursuer, carried forward by the tremendous pace at which he was running, -had fallen, as we have seen, well within the gateway, and his dead body -was stretched out in full view of the partners from their station in the -corral. It was certain as anything in Apache warfare could be that the -next move of the enemy would be to recover the body of the dead Indian; -the only question was as to whether, in making the attempt, they would -charge in considerable force or intrust the difficult task to the -prowess of a single warrior. - -The garrison had not long to wait. There was a hurried conference among -the rocks, a scratching of moccasined feet on the hard clay without the -gate, and then the notes of the death-song rose on the morning breeze as -a lusty warrior made a dash for the body of his comrade. As he bent to -lift his ghastly burden, he fell under the sight of Lawson's rifle and -dropped across the lifeless body of his companion. There were now two -dead Apaches in the gateway under control of the partners' rifles, and -to Lawson's mind the next move of the enemy was perfectly clear. For -their souls' peace, the bodies of the dead must be gotten back at all -hazards. The attempt was only a question of time, and of a short time at -that. The only hope in the situation for the partners was that the rush, -when it came, would be for the sole purpose of recovering the bodies, -and that the Indians would not succeed at the same time in gaining a -view of the defenceless interior. And so, as matters stood, if the -partners could in some way manage to delay the recovery of the bodies, -there would be so much time gained, and they would increase to that -extent their slender chance of relief. It must be confessed that the -outlook was far from cheerful. The cloudless sky glared over them, and -the stifling heat reflected from the white clay floor penetrated every -corner of the enclosure as the morning hours slowly burned themselves -away. An ominous silence reigned without everywhere, and neither sight -nor sound came from the enemy to relieve the consuming anxiety of the -beleaguered garrison. - -Through the partly open gate nothing could be seen of what was happening -outside, for a chopping-log intervened in such a way as to shut out from -their view the narrow opening under the gate, between its lower rail and -the ground. As the sun rose higher and began to light up the dark -passageway leading out of the enclosure, it occurred to Green that by -moving down a stall or two nearer the front it would be just possible -for him to see out, _under the gate_, from beyond the end of the -chopping-log, and thus, perhaps, get some notion of the movements of the -enemy. And so, quietly communicating his intention to his comrade, he -cautiously pulled himself along by the hay-racks to gain his point of -view. - -Just as he was straining his neck to get sight of the opening under the -gate, he was brought to his feet by a shot from his partner's -Winchester, only to find that his manoeuvre was too late--_the bodies -of the Indians were gone_. Lawson, who was standing erect, had seen the -bodies begin to move, and had fired somewhat at random, in the hope of -preventing their recovery. He was not successful, however, and he could -only look on as they slowly disappeared from his view. The partners -looked at each other in silence. Each changed his tobacco slightly and -tightened his thimble-belt, but otherwise made no sign. Both knew only -too well what the movement meant. It was now a matter of watching out -the day, not knowing when or in what form the direful end would come. It -seemed idle to count upon anything in the shape of relief from the -mail-drivers, who were really in greater peril than themselves, as the -Indians were watching the roads for some distance in either direction. -More than this, the buckboard from the west would not reach the Cienega -until midnight, while the driver from the San Pedro crossing, though due -just after dark, if he were so fortunate as to escape with his life, -would have a stiff hundred-mile drive to double back to the cavalry post -at Apache Pass. They knew that Colonel Stanwood, its able and resolute -commander, would start at the first note of alarm, and ride hard and -fast to their relief; but push as he might, the distance was great, and -the better part of twenty-four hours would be consumed in covering the -hot hundred-mile march across a waterless desert that lay between his -post and the beleaguered garrison at the Cienega. - -The sun grew hotter, the blinding glare increased, the morning breeze -fell away, and not a sound from the enemy reached the strained ears of -Lawson and his comrade. The hours dragged heavily along until the sun -stood past noon, and still the partners kept their weary vigil, and -strained eye and ear for some sign or sound of the enemy. Their -continued silence was felt by the garrison to be due to the fact that -part of the Indians had gone some distance away to bury their dead in -the rocks, or hide them from view in the dark fastnesses of the swamp; -but when and in what manner they would renew the assault was still a -mystery past their solving. - -Suddenly, an hour or more past midday, Lawson, who had crawled down -towards the living-room in quest of water, heard a faint grating sound -which seemed to come from the top of the corral wall upon which the flat -roof of the stable rested. Springing back into the corner tower, and -adjusting his eye to the loophole, the plan of the assailants could be -seen at a glance. The Indians had brought a light cottonwood log from -the ruins of a disused bridge, a mile or more up the road, and were now -attempting to scale the wall with a view to set fire to the rough thatch -which covered the stables at the northeastern corral. As Lawson reached -the loophole, an athletic Apache had succeeded in reaching the top of -the wall, while two of his fellows, standing on the ground, held the -pole steadily between them as their companion climbed. It seemed never -to have entered their heads that their movements could be observed from -the flanking tower, or that they were in danger from any other quarter -than the entrance-gate in the north wall of the enclosure. They were now -to get their first lesson in civilized warfare, and a sorrowful lesson -it was to be for the scaling party. - -Taking in the situation at a glance, Lawson summoned his comrade with a -gesture, and they quickly agreed upon their plan. The loophole in the -north side of the tower, which commanded a view of the assaulting party, -was about eighteen inches high and hardly more than two inches wide at -the outside, but as it entered the wall it flared or opened to a width -of nearly a foot in order to give the defenders a greater field of fire. -To insure the greatest results, both were to fire together. Lawson, who -was the taller of the two men, was to fire from the top of the loophole -and was to bring down the Indian who had climbed the pole and had just -succeeded in starting a little blaze in the dry tulle grass at the edge -of the loosely thatched roof. Green, who was to give the signal, was to -fire below Lawson, and was to wait until his sights covered the two -Apaches who were steadying the pole. It seemed to Lawson, whose task was -easy, as if the signal would never come. First one Indian would stoop to -adjust his hold, then the other would move forward; then for an instant -both would cross each other as they strove to keep the pole from -turning. At last, after what seemed an age of waiting, the warrior at -the top, satisfied with his incendiary endeavor, signalled to his -comrades below to hold fast and make ready to descend. As the Indians at -the bottom braced themselves squarely to steady the improvised ladder, -the signal came, and two deafening reports rang out in the burning air, -filling the narrow tower with smoke so dense as for a time to conceal -the enemy from view. As the smoke slowly cleared away, the partners -anxiously looked out. _The scaling party were nowhere to be seen!_ The -climber and one of his supporters lay dead at the foot of the wall. -Above them the thatch was beginning to crackle and burn. The other had -disappeared from view, but the sounds of scurrying feet in front of the -ranch, however, made it plain to the little garrison that he had not -escaped scot-free. The partners silently shook hands, and for the first -time since the investment began, renewed their chews of tobacco and -made a general and deliberate readjustment of their clothing and -cartridge-belts. - -Assault number two had been repulsed, and the Apaches had had their -first lesson in modern fortification. But they were apt pupils, and, as -will presently be seen, were to apply their dearly bought knowledge in a -manner most surprising to the closely besieged ranchmen. Now the -besetting sin of all flanking arrangements is the "dead angle," well -known to all military men, and studiously avoided by them in all -defensive constructions. That the reader may rightly know what awful -misfortune resulted to Lawson from his neglect in this particular, I -will explain as best I may the mystery of the dead angle. Now a bastion -or corner tower, or what device soever may be resorted to by those -skilled in the art of fortification to bring a cross or raking fire -along the exposed face of a fort or a field-work, _must itself be -flanked_ in some way, else its defensive value is lost, and it becomes a -source of weakness to the besieged, and gives a great and positive -advantage to the besieger. For an enemy may approach its outer or -unflanked side with impunity, and work there such havoc as he wills; and -to this space, not swept by fire from any other part of the work, -military men have given the name of dead angle. - -So it chanced that when Lawson--who, as we have seen, had not been -trained in the schools--was constructing his corner tower, he had cut -loopholes close to the eastern and southern walls, through which those -fronts might be raked along their entire length, but it had not occurred -to him that, by omitting the loopholes in the outer circumference of his -tower, he left a large dead angle against which an assault could be -brought which the garrison would be utterly powerless to hinder or -obstruct. - -The Indians, after their second rebuff, seemed to have again gone into -silent committee of the whole, and were now brewing another scheme of -assault which should take into account the white man's new engine of -destruction. The sun was beginning to cast slanting shadows from the -west, but the heat and glare showed no sign of relenting, and the close -corner tower glowed like a living furnace. As the Indians seemed to have -given up all thought of an assault by the entrance, gate, the partners -determined to abandon the general defence of the interior, and restrict -their endeavors to the flanking tower. And so, panting with heat and -tortured by thirst, the defenders stood at their posts, each watching -from his loophole the angle of ground outside the walls that fell within -the limits of his narrow view, and waited, stoically, for what the -afternoon was to bring in the way of unwelcome or dangerous surprise. As -we are about to see, the outcome of their waiting was not to be long -delayed. - -[Illustration: ALMOST INSTANTLY LAWSON FIRED UPWARD AT RANDOM.] - -The declining shadows marked about the hour of four as Lawson drew back -suddenly from his loophole and cast a searching glance upward at the -low-hanging roof. In a moment a suspicious noise which had caught his -ear was renewed. _It was the grating sound again_, as of crackling -adobe, but nearer; and there could be no mistaking its ominous meaning. -Suddenly Green touched his partner, and pointed up to the thatch, where -a few fragments of adobe, dislodged by the jar outside, were falling -over their very heads, showing that the enemy were at work in the dead -angle where there were no loopholes. The Indians had discovered the weak -point in their scheme of flank defence, and the garrison was now -absolutely at their mercy. The exact purpose of the enemy was not yet -quite plain. If it were another endeavor to burn the roof, there was -still a shadow of hope. If the Indians were going to attempt to breach -the walls, or, worse, moisten them with water from the creek and saw -them down with a horsehair lariat, then the end was indeed near. -Meantime the noise increased; there was a scraping of feet on the dry -thatch on the top of the wall, then a shot, and Green, with a bullet -through his brain, fell dead at his comrade's feet. Almost instantly -Lawson fired upward at random, and a heavy thud on the ground outside -evidenced the success of his endeavor to avenge his comrade, and the -temporary failure of the enemy's new plan of assault. - -Alone with his dead, Lawson now stoically awaited the end. The Indians -were maddened at their losses; darkness was still some hours away, and -death by torture or, at the last extremity, by his own hand seemed to -the exhausted survivor a question of but a few moments' time. Having -solved the mystery of the dead angle, a dozen warriors could now climb -the tower, or if their next attempt were as original in its conception -as the last, a single Apache, from the top of the pole, could hold his -rifle over the roof and riddle the interior with perfect safety. To add -to his peril, the afternoon breeze from the north had sprung up, and the -gate was beginning to swing slowly back and forth; the least stiffening, -and the gate would be blown open and the whole interior exposed to view. - -[Illustration: HE NO LONGER HOPED NOR FEARED.] - -Still the silence continued, and Lawson stood by his dead partner and -mechanically turned the cylinder of his revolver as he speculated idly -whether the last cartridge, which he had reserved for himself, would -miss fire when the awful emergency came. They had missed so often--for -it was in the early days of metallic ammunition, and pistol cartridges -were notoriously unreliable. If it did fail, they would give him no -chance to try again. He no longer hoped nor feared; his past was an -eventless, uninteresting blank, which he had neither will nor power to -recall. Dazed at the happenings of the day, his busy brain ceased to -plan; he leaned on his rifle and strove to breathe in the stifling -atmosphere, and waited for what the next instant was to bring. How long -this continued he could never tell. He could only remember how his heart -started to beat as he heard, through the northern loophole, the faint -tinkling of a distant bell. Could it be so? Again he strained his ear to -listen, and again came the harsh tinkling. There could be no doubt of -it; it was relief at last, unexpected and unhoped-for, and seemed to -have come to him from the blazing skies. A train of freight-wagons, -heavily manned, which he had supposed to be still on the Yuma desert, -had left Tucson at dawn of day, and was now slowly making its way -through the swamp, intending to make camp at the Cienega ere the sun -went down. The Indians had accurately measured its strength, and -recognizing their utter inability to cope with twenty well armed -teamsters, had decamped as quietly and silently as they had come, and -the siege was over. - - - - -LUCK THAT FELL FROM THE SKIES. - -BY ALBERT LEE. - - -It was an unusually cold Christmas eve, and the keen wind that had come -close after the heavy snow-storm was blowing little white drifts up into -every corner, and howling around the eaves of the tall houses in a way -that made people turn their collars up high about their necks and thrust -their hands deep into pockets and muffs. Nevertheless the streets were -full of shoppers, and every one seemed to be loaded with bundles and -packages that were surely full of all sorts of good things for old -people and young children for the celebration of the morrow. - -Just around the corner from one of the busiest of the shopping streets -stood three boys stamping their feet over an iron grating, through which -arose the warm air from an eating-house kitchen in the cellar below, -bringing occasionally an odor which, to them at least, was savory. The -three boys were all of about the same age, and all were engaged in the -same enterprise of selling newspapers--an enterprise which had not -proved particularly remunerative on this particular day, as the -wayfarers seemed to be engrossed in matters more important to them than -the reading of news. One of the lads had red hair, and was known to his -companions as "Ratsey" Finnigan. The names of the other two were -similarly characteristic of newsboy cognomens--"Swipes" Molloy, and -"Tag" McTaggart. The boys were discussing the probability of their -getting a Christmas dinner--a prospect which was apparently not very -bright. - -[Illustration: "WELL, DEN," REMARKED SWIPES, "I GUESS WE'RE ALL TREE UP -AGIN IT."] - -"Well, den," remarked Swipes, as he stood alternately on one foot, and -then on the other, "I guess we're all t'ree up agin it." - -"It looks dat way, sure," assented Ratsey; "except Tag goes to de -mission." - -"Ah-h, de mission!" exclaimed Tag, scornfully. "Don't youse fellers know -dey won't let me into de mission no more?" - -"Didn't youse go fer T'anksgivin'?" asked Ratsey. - -"Sure, I did; an' didn't I get fired out?" - -"What fer?" inquired the red-haired lad, eagerly. - -"Scrappin'," was the laconic reply. And then, as his companions seemed -to require fuller explanation, he continued: "Dat blue-faced Mike sat -nex' to me at de table, an' he took me pie off o' me. So I handed him -one in the face, and he yelled like he was hurted, but he was not hurted -a bit, and he falls down on de table an' makes a big bluff--wid me pie -in his pockut all de time. Well, Pink-whiskers, de super, he seen me hit -Mike, and he rushes up ter me, and grabs me, and turns me out, and says -as how I'll never come inside de mission to grub again." There was a -brief silence, then Tag continued, "But I got square wid Mike de nex' -day." - -"Did youse do him?" asked Ratsey. - -"Did I _do_ him?" repeated Tag. "Have youse _seen_ him?" Neither of his -listeners had seen the unfortunate Mike. "Well," added Tag, "I guess his -mudder 'ain't got t'rough pickin' up de pieces yet. I 'ain't been down -to Hester Street to see, neider." - -"Den, if youse is fruz outen de mission," said Swipes, "sure, we'll all -have to hustle fer a Christmas feed." - -"'Less it drops from der sky," put in the hopeful Ratsey; and then all -three danced vigorously on the grating. - -By the time they had reached this conclusion it had grown dark--or as -dark as it ever gets in the shopping district of the great city, where -the hundreds of electric lights blink and twinkle over the sidewalks. -There seemed now to be a lull in the rush of people that had been -surging up and down the thoroughfare all the afternoon, and when one of -the boys looked up at a big clock a block away, he saw that it was past -six o'clock. - -"Let's go over to de dago's an' touch him," suggested Tag, when the hour -had been announced; "we won't sell no more papes now till de late extrys -is out." - -"Dat's what," returned Swipes. "We touch de dago! If we gets grub -ter-night, we calls it a Christmas-eve dinner!" - -And so the three youngsters, with their hands deep in the pockets of -their scant trousers, started off westward toward "the dago's." The -"dago" was a good-hearted Italian who ran a cheap restaurant on Tenth -Avenue, and he was always generous with what came away from the tables, -especially to the newsboys. But it was not often that Tag and Swipes and -Ratsey would call upon him, for their hunting-grounds were usually too -far away; on this occasion, however, the boys had invaded the shopping -district, hoping to dispose more rapidly of their wares. - -They whistled as they trudged along the slippery sidewalks, but wasted -few words in conversation. They crossed Sixth Avenue, and by the time -they had reached Seventh Avenue they had left the Christmas shoppers -behind them. Only an occasional woman passed them, hurrying homeward; -and if she carried a bundle, it was a very small one. When they came to -Ninth Avenue they turned up one block in order to come out nearer to the -"dago's." The thoroughfare was dark and almost deserted, and the snow -deadened every sound but the roaring of the elevated cars. As the three -boys passed under the iron structure a train went tearing uptownward -with a clatter that made Ratsey exclaim: - -"Golly, dat's a express, sure! I wish't I was in it; de cars is warm!" -He had hardly spoken these words, and the noise of the wheels was -already lessening in the distance, when something struck him on the head -with a soft thud, and rolled him headlong into the slush underfoot. -"Gee!" he exclaimed, as he scrambled to his feet. But before he could -say anything more Swipes and Tag had shouted, "Hi-yi!" and "Shut up!" -and had turned to gather up what looked to Ratsey like a hundred bundles -scattered about in the snow. - -"Swipe 'em and run," whispered Tag; and Ratsey, with an inborn instinct -to get all he could out of this world, grabbed all he saw, and started -on a run after his two companions toward Tenth Avenue. A butcher who had -seen the bundles fall from the elevated train as it rushed by came out -of his shop and shouted at the boys, but they heeded no calls, and were -well out of sight before the man had thought of pursuit. - -As soon as they had reached a dark spot in the side street, they dodged -into an area to see if they were being chased, and upon making certain -that no one was after them, they set out again and made rapidly toward -the "dago's." On the way they made up a story to tell to the Italian, -and upon entering the place, Tag accounted for the large number of -packages they had by announcing that they were delivering Christmas -purchases. He also asked the "dago" if they might lay their bundles out -on a table in his place, and go over them for easier distribution. There -were few customers on hand, and the good-natured Italian let the boys -into one of the dozen "parlors" that his restaurant consisted -of--stalls, curtained off, and lighted with an oil-lamp that hung down -from the ceiling. In some of the other stalls were Italian laborers -eating and smoking and talking loud. - -The boys drew their curtain carefully, and amid much excitement placed -eleven bundles on the little table between them. These packages were -from a number of different shops, but had evidently all been done up -into one large bundle by the owner for convenience in carrying. The fall -of the greater package, however, had reduced it again to its elements. - -"Now we all opens one package at a time," whispered Swipes, eagerly, at -the same time grabbing the largest of the lot. The other boys likewise -seized two promising-looking parcels, and snapped the twine. Then -followed exclamations, subdued "ohs!" and "ahs!"--and cries of delight -were restrained with the greatest difficulty. The pangs of hunger were -entirely forgotten. Tag's package proved to be a good-sized box full of -Christmas-tree decorations--candles, globes, glass balls, tinsel, stars, -cornucopias, miniature toys of various kinds, bells, and any number of -other things. These were all taken out and passed around. - -Swipes had drawn three dolls, and was somewhat disgusted (although he -asked Tag what he thought they would "sell for"); but Ratsey was wild -with delight, for he had opened a box of soldiers. This, of course, -brought the others to his side at once, and the soldiers were taken out -of the box and lined up on the table, and a battle was about to be -inaugurated, when Tag suggested that all the other bundles be opened to -see if there were not more troops available for the slaughter. - -Then followed the breaking of every string and the unwrapping of every -parcel on the table, but no more soldiers were forth-coming. There were -a Noah's ark, and some picture-books, a train of cars, blocks, puzzles, -a horn (which Ratsey almost blew before Tag throttled him), a box of -writing-paper, a pocket-book, and a set of garden tools. When these -treasures lay heaped upon the table, the boys very nearly had spasms, -for such a wealth of playthings they had never seen before (having -always been chased out of toy-shops by officious and unfeeling -salesmen). - -"Findin's is keepin's, I suppose," remarked Swipes, presently. - -So engrossed had they all been in the examination of the toys that this -feature of the situation had not entered the minds of Tag and Ratsey. - -"Say, it's an awful lot to keep," began Tag, hesitatingly. - -"We can give some uv it to oder kids," ventured Swipes. - -"Really, dough," put in Ratsey, fondling one of the soldiers, "it ain't -really ourn." - -"Well, whose is it?" inquired Swipes. - -This, of course, was a staggerer, and Ratsey had no reply to make. - -"Sure, it's de bloke's what dropped it offen de train," said Tag, -presently. - -"An' who's he?" asked Swipes. - -"Dun'no'." - -"You'd 'a' found out if youse hadn't runned!" said Ratsey. - -"Didn't youse run wid us?" retorted Swipes. - -"Sure, I did," admitted Ratsey, "an' who wouldn't? But these ain't ourn, -and we ought ter take 'em back. Dey's fer some rich kid's Christmas -tree." - -"How'll you find out what kid?" continued Swipes, who really harbored no -evil intentions, but was extremely desirous of finding it impossible to -make restitution. "Dere ain't no names on de papers." - -Whereupon the three boys carefully examined every piece of -wrapping-paper, but the name of a purchaser was to be found on none. - -"If dere wasn't so much," stammered Tag, "I wouldn't mind. But dem -t'ings must 'a' cost a hunnerd dollars!" - -"Ah-h," sneered Swipes, "a hunnerd dollars! Youse never bought no toys; -what d'ye know about it?" A remark which precipitated a lively -discussion concerning the probable price of the toys; and when it -finally ended, each boy had his own idea as to what money had been paid -for them, and no two agreed. The investigation into the ownership was -then resumed, but no clew was found until Ratsey opened the box of -writing-paper, which had not interested the boys until then, and -discovered an address engraved upon each sheet--144 WEST 134TH STREET. -Whereupon he said: - -"De people what lives in dat house would know about dese t'ings." - -"A-hunnerd-and-t'irty-fourt' Street!" exclaimed Tag. - -"Gee, dat must be goats livin' dere!" added Swipes. - -Then there was another pause, during which Ratsey replaced the soldiers -neatly in the box with his little grimy fingers, and wrapped the parcel -again in the paper it had come in. - -"What yer doin'?" asked Swipes. - -"I dun'no' what youse two is agoin' to do," replied Ratsey, "but I'se -goin' to take de bundles what I found, an' lug 'em up to -A-hunnerd-and-t'irty-fourt' Street." - -"Say," broke in Tag, "youse is on de square ter-night, Finnigan! But, by -ginger, Swipes, de kid's right! Dese ain't ourn. I say we takes de hull -swag up town--hey?" - -"Perhaps dey'll give us a quarter apiece fer bringin' it back," cried -Swipes. "Let's wrap up de stuff;" and they all set to work tying up the -bundles they had undone. They made a sorry job of it, and the knots that -held the gifts together were bewildering. As they worked they discussed -the probable reward they would receive from the owner of the goods, and -each boy announced what he would spend his money for, if he got any. - -With the good resolutions to return the lost property came back the -pangs of hunger that had originally led the trio into their adventure. -Ratsey, as the smallest of the company, was deputed to go and beg -something of the "dago," and in this mission he was successful, for he -returned presently with a plate heaped with bread, cold potatoes, and -assorted morsels of meat. - -"But de dago says we must git out," announced Ratsey, with his mouth -full of victuals. "He says we's been here a hour." - -Indeed time had fled in the stall that had for a few moments been -transformed into a very fairyland for those three boys; and it is -probable that the Italian had forgotten their presence, so quiet had -they been the while, or they would have been dislodged long before. It -required but a few minutes to dispose of the booty Ratsey had brought -in, and then the boys gathered up their sorry-looking packages, and, -having presented their host with a set of evening papers, departed. The -journey to 134th Street was a long one to look forward to, and as they -trudged eastward toward Ninth Avenue, they debated as to how it should -best be made. The simplest method seemed to be to steal rides on trucks -as often as possible, and this scheme they adopted. In this manner they -finally reached their destination, after an hour and a half of -zigzagging from one side of town to the other on various wagons, the -trip being enlivened by whip-slashes and hard words from more than one -driver whose hospitality they had courted. So it was well on toward half -past nine when they dropped from the step of an ice-cart and made their -way through 134th Street toward No. 144. - -This proved to be a large double house with the windows all lighted up -and decorated with holly wreaths. The boys hesitated for some moments -about ascending the broad brownstone steps, but finally rallied to the -emergency, and Ratsey, for having suggested the return of the packages, -was pressed into acting as the spokesman of the party. - -The bell sounded with a loud twang in the basement, and a few moments -later a maid, in spotless cap and apron, opened the heavy door. Her -surprise at seeing the three urchins shivering in the cold on the snowy -stoop was in no degree assumed, and she half closed the door again -before Ratsey had found his voice. - -"Please, m'm," he began, "is dis de place where de gent lives as dropped -dese packages offen de elevated road?" - -Instead of replying to the boy, the maid turned and pulled back the -heavy curtain that hung between the hall and the front room. The boys -caught a glimpse of a tall Christmas tree and heard the sound of many -voices. - -"Mrs. Raymond," said the maid, excitedly, "here are some little boys -with Mr. Raymond's lost bundles!" - -In a moment the hallway was full of people--or rather it seemed so to -the boys--and a young man in his shirt sleeves, with his clothes and -hair all covered with tinsel, was dragging them into the house. They -huddled in a corner, and held firmly to their burdens. - -"Where did you find those things, kids?" asked the young man, smiling. - -"Dey fell on us in Nint' Av'noo," replied Ratsey, very much embarrassed. -"Is dey yourn?" - -"You bet they are," answered the young man, looking over the packages. -"That is, they belong to the gentleman who lives in this house, and they -are for his Christmas tree. He was standing on the crowded platform of a -train, and the wind blew the package and his hat away from him." - -"We 'ain't got de hat," put in Swipes--and everybody laughed. - -"Poor papa!" said one of the ladies, "he's been tramping around for the -last two hours trying to duplicate the things." - -Just then there was the sound of a key in the lock of the front door, -and when it was opened, there entered a fat gentleman loaded with -packages. It is hardly necessary to state here what the fat gentleman -said when the situation was explained to him, nor to repeat the -marvellous account of the rescue of the toys as given by Ratsey. It -seems enough to relate that the three boys were taken down into the -kitchen and filled full of warm coffee and bread and butter, and -eventually placed upon an elevated train and sent down to their own -district, each with a silver half-dollar in his pocket. And furthermore, -on the following night, Christmas, the same three boys were again in the -basement of the big house--this time by invitation--and the tidy maid -was furnishing them with such a dinner as they had never even dreamed -of. And at the plate of each one was a present--out of the duplicates -Mr. Raymond had purchased--Ratsey's being a brass horn of even greater -proportions than the one he had found the previous evening. 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DRAKE. - - - - -THE BOY WRECKERS. - -BY W. O. STODDARD. - - -CHAPTER III. - -THE WRECK ON THE BAR. - -It was something tremendous for a young landsman to find himself away -out at sea in a three-cornered boat. Captain Kroom noticed Sam's look -and said: - -"This 'ere isn't any mill-pond, eh? Well, my boy, all I'm afraid of is -that it'll be a dead calm before we can get there and back again. What I -hate is a calm. I got stuck in one once for more'n a month. It's next -thing to being wrecked." - -"She's a hard boat to row," said Pete; and he spoke of the _Elephant_. - -Sam did not say anything, but it seemed to him that the face of the -Atlantic might wear its pleasantest expression when it had no wrinkles -at all. He would even have been willing to row a little. The _Elephant_ -thus far had wind enough in her sail for a boat of her size, and the -stranded ship could be seen pretty well without any glass. So the -Captain put the "binocular" back into its case and returned it to the -valise. Before he did so, however, he had looked across the sea long and -carefully, and he remarked: - -"She's a-standing straight up, and the tugs are trying to pull her off. -Guess she isn't going to break up." - -Sam felt better the moment he could again take an interest in the -wrecking business. After all, the ocean was reasonably good-tempered -that morning, and the terrible lines of surf were now far behind him. He -understood, too, that shallow water extended to a long distance out, and -that the _Elephant_ was in very good hands. - -"He knows all about the weather," Pete told him; and the 'longshore boy -appeared to feel altogether at home. - -According to him, they were now in the very best cruising-ground for -blue-fish, and even mackerel, but the Captain did not encourage trying -their luck. Nearer, nearer sped the _Elephant_, and at last Sam ventured -to remark: - -"I guess it's just as you said. Is she on a rock?" - -"Nary rock," growled the Captain. "But I'm worse puzzled than ever 'bout -the valise. This isn't the _Narragansett_. This is the _Goshawk_, and -she's from Liverpool. If we haven't come away out here for nothing! -Anyhow, I'll hail her." - -It occurred to Sam that it was not needful to go close to the ship to -make them hear the trumpetlike voice with which the Captain demanded, -"What ship is that?" - -"Keep away! No loafers wanted!" came back loudly. - -"Stuck in the mud, are ye?" thundered the Captain. "Some lubbers don't -know how to handle a ship. I want to get some word of the -_Narragansett_, Captain Silas Pickering, New Haven. Can any of you -wreckers tell me--" - -"Mate, hold on; it's old Captain Kroom." - -"I say, Kroom," shouted another voice from the deck of the _Goshawk_, -"Pickering's on board. The insurance men are in charge of this craft. -That feller's nothing but her old mate. There's been more thieves--" - -"Come aboard, Kroom," broke in the mate. "You're all right, but we've -had the worst kind of luck." - -"No, you haven't," returned Kroom, as the _Elephant_ swept alongside the -_Goshawk_. "I've been worse wrecked than you are. Why, you are going to -save the hull and cargo!" - -"That's so," said the mate, leaning over the rail; "but we lost all our -sticks. Everything that was on deck. Pickering? We took him on at -Liverpool. His ship had to be refixed, and the owners sold her, and he -won't go aboard a steamer if he can help it." - -"I guess there's the right stuff in him, then," said Captain Kroom, with -energy; but the mate went on: - -"He's awful, though. Some fellers came aboard soon after we struck, and -they stole his kit, and there's lots of things missing. He's been -sittin' 'round with a gun on his lap ever since, watching for thieves." - -"Kroom," came loudly from behind the mate, "what do you want of me?" - -The Captain said nothing, but he held up the valise, while Pete did the -same with the trousers of the blue suit. - -"Where'd you get 'em?" gasped the mate. - -"Trolled for 'em," responded Kroom; but he added a pretty full -explanation. - -A very tall, gaunt old man was now leaning over the rail near the mate, -and he did not interrupt, but when the Captain finished his account he -took his hat off and held it out. - -"Kroom," he said, "you can beat me spinning yarns. That stuff was on -deck, and they pitched it overboard to get it away. I bought that tackle -in London. Found the clothes below in my cabin, and rolled the tackle up -in 'em. Don't know why. It was all stolen day before yesterday. My other -luggage went in a tug this morning. Are you and the young chaps coming -aboard?" - -"Want to, boys?" asked Kroom. "There isn't anything worth seeing." - -"Guess not," said Pete. "I'll hand him up the valise and things." - -"I'd rather go home," said Sam. - -"No, you needn't hand it up," said Captain Pickering. "I'm coming ashore -with you. I won't be landed in a tug-boat if I can help it. I'd a'most -rather swim." - -"Just my thinking," rolled out at the stern of the _Elephant_. "I quit -the sea on account of 'em--all sorts of steamers. I'm a sailor, I am. I -don't want anything to do with steam." - -"Fact!" whispered Pete to Sam. "He hates even a railroad. Everything but -the old kind of ships." - -[Illustration: THE START HOMEWARD FROM THE WRECK.] - -Captain Pickering did not bring any gun with him. Nothing but a small -satchel. He came down over the side of the _Goshawk_ by a rope, and Sam -felt a little queer to perceive what an addition the tall, brawny old -seaman made to the load to be carried by the _Elephant_. Hardly had he -taken his seat in the middle of the boat before the wind was in her sail -and her head was turned landward. - -"It's comin' on a calm," said Pickering, "but we may get there first." - -"Not across the bay," replied Kroom; "but we may get inside the bar. -That was an old trick of the thieves with that spar for a buoy. No use -to search their boat, you know. I've known it tried in all sorts of -places." - -"They reckoned on getting it again alongshore?" asked Pickering. - -"Yes," replied Kroom; "but they didn't reckon on the tide through the -inlet. Our bay-men pick up stuff all the while that came in that way. -It's all right. Dry as a bone." - -"Of course it is," said Pickering. "I say, boy, if that suit fits you, -keep it. You and he can have some of the tackle." - -That meant Pete and Sam, and they were ready to say "Thank you, sir"; -but they were a great deal more ready to keep still while the two old -sailors talked about the storm which had stranded the _Goshawk_, and -about other storms they had known. It must have been quite a hurricane; -but even before it was fully described, Captain Pickering had his valise -open, and was slowly looking over some of its contents. Log-books, -log-books, log-books. Sam knew what they were now, and he would have -given something to know what was in them. - -"That's one of the _Narragansett_'s," said its owner, laying it down. "I -sailed her for six years. One trip was 'round the world. Last ship I'll -ever have. She was an old one. They're not buildin' many more of those -prime clippers we used to have. It's all steam nowadays. I can't do -anything with steam, Kroom. Can you?" - -"I don't want any," replied the Captain. "It's taking the place of -horses, too, on land. That and 'lectricity and these 'ere two-wheeled -things they call cycles. I wouldn't any more ride one of 'em--" - -"Did you ever ride a horse?" asked Pickering. "I did once; but I didn't -know how to steer him, and we made a losin' voyage of it." - -"Well," said the Captain, "I can drive. Kind o' drive. But I'd rather -have some other feller navigate, as a rule. I'm most at home in a boat. -Watch now. We'll be in the breakers in less'n five minutes." - -"Good boat," remarked Captain Pickering. "But we're too many in her." -Nevertheless, he talked right along about ships, as cool as a cucumber, -even when the _Elephant_ was making her dangerous way through the blind -channel. "Glad you know where it is," he said to Kroom. "I'd ha' swamped -her tryin' to find it. We're nigh half full o' water anyhow." - -That was what had troubled Sam, for again and again the tossing waves of -the channel had washed over in, and he and Pete had been baling their -best. Not that Pete appeared to be troubled, and he had remarked to -their passenger: "Captain Kroom knows every channel around this bay. -He'll get through." - -So he did, and they were now inside of the breakers, between them and -the bar. Right ahead of them, moreover, was another cat-boat, twice as -large as the _Elephant_, with four men in it. - -"There they are!" exclaimed Pickering. "The very chaps that came aboard -the _Goshawk_ this morning. Reckon they'd been there before, too. Tell -you what, Kroom, they're hunting for that spar-buoy, to get the things -they hung to it." - -"They won't get 'em," growled Kroom. "But every man of 'em belongs on -the other side o' the bay. They are oyster and clam dredgers. Some of -our fishermen are born wreckers, sure's you live. Anything they can take -off a stranded ship is fair game to them." - -"I guess so," said Pickering. "They thought they'd made a good find this -time. That valise'd ha' been a fortune to 'em, chronometers and all. -Glad you struck it." - -"Sam hooked it," said Pete, "but it was Captain Kroom pulled it in. Sam -thought he had the biggest kind of fish." - -"Hullo, Captain!" came from the other boat. "Have ye had any luck?" - -"Not any," responded Kroom. "But I want to get inside before it's calm." - -"That there wreck out there's a Britisher," said the boatman. "They'll -get her off. We haven't struck a fish to-day. We're goin' on in." - -They were only out there fishing, all innocent, therefore, but they let -the _Elephant_ keep away a little, or they kept away from her. - -"Wonder what they've picked up?" muttered Pickering. - -"Look back," replied Kroom. "Don't you see something?" - -"I do!" whispered Sam to Pete. "It's something white--" - -"Right in the wake of their boat," said Kroom. "They must ha' let go of -it just as we came out of the channel." - -"That's it!" said Pickering. "That's where those life-preservers went -to. One of 'em makes a better buoy-mark than any spar would." - -"Captain," put in Pete, "that one isn't hitched to anything; it's -running right along on the tide. It's loose." - -"Fact!" exclaimed Kroom. "You've pretty good eyes, Pete. I saw 'em. They -didn't pull up anything, but they tried to. It only broke loose, -whatever it was." - -"No, you don't!" said Pickering, sharply. "It's hitched on the bottom -again. They saw us coming, and they let go. That's all." - -"Get out your lines, boys," shouted Kroom. "We'll try for blue-fish, up -and down here," and then he added, to the men in the other boat: "I -won't go home empty-handed. Why don't you fellers throw a hook?" - -"No use, Captain," came back. "We may get some weakfish in the inlet, -but you'll only throw away time." - -"We've got all the time there is," said Captain Kroom; but Sam and Pete -were making haste, and when the _Elephant_ tacked again their lines were -out. - -"Shouldn't wonder if they were kind o' mad," remarked Pickering. "But -there was more'n one life-preserver on deck. They can hunt for the -others." - -"That's what they'll do," said Kroom; "but this one's follerin' us. -Whatever is hitched to it'll anchor it in shoal water. Things have to go -over the bar and into the bay at high tide. They know that, and they -think they can wait." - -The wide spread of water between the surf and the beach was now -comparatively smooth, with long low waves playing lazily across it. - -There might be fish there, but most likely not, the Captain said, and it -ought not to arouse any suspicions of the wreckers that he wanted to try -it. - -They sailed ahead for the inlet, but Pete may have been correct when he -told his shipmates, old and young: - -"They're a-watching us. They mean to see if we're just after fish." - -"There comes that thing!" exclaimed Sam; but Pickering caught his arm. - -"Don't you point, boy! Don't anybody look at it! Fish away. I guess it -isn't worth much, but they needn't see us get it." - -The _Elephant_ had not begun her remarkable voyage very early in the -day, and more time had passed than her boy crew were aware of. Her -commander, however, had kept track of the tides and the hours, like the -sharp old fisherman that he was. - -"We went out with the tide," he said to Pickering. "It's turned to run -in now. Those chaps'll wait for that stuff at the other end of the -inlet. I don't want 'em to guess that we know a thing about it; but -it'll be good and dark before we get home." - -"My folks know I went fishing," said Sam. "They won't care." - -"Mine won't, if they learn that I'm with Captain Kroom," said Pete. -"They know he doesn't come home early-- Hullo! Blue-fish!" - -He had struck one; he pulled it in rapidly, but, the moment it came -within reach, Captain Kroom seized it and stood straight up in the boat, -hailing the wreckers with: - -"Luck! Four-pounder!" - -"All right!" came faintly back over the water. "It's all you'll get." - -"Guess not," grumbled Pickering. "But I wish I knew if they had anything -from the _Goshawk_ in their boat. There was another lot of chaps there, -just like 'em." - -"We can't help it if they have," said Kroom. "Do you know, they're not a -bad kind of chap. Honest as the day on shore. Wouldn't cheat you in the -weight of a fish. It was just so with the Cornish wreckers that -plundered me once." - -"Never was wrecked in my life," replied Pickering. "This _Goshawk_ -business wasn't mine. I wasn't in charge of the ship. It doesn't count." - -"Well," said Kroom, "I wasn't ever wrecked after I got to be Captain. -Most of mine came younger. I went to sea when I was a little feller. -What I hate around a wreck is sharks." - -If he was just about to tell a shark story, his chance for it was -spoiled. He had a line of his own out now, and the next instant he -exclaimed: - -"Pete! Pickering! Take care of the boat while I get him in. 'Tisn't any -blue-fish this time!" - -The _Elephant_ yawed and leaned over dangerously before Captain -Pickering could get to the tiller, but Pete let the sail swing out like -a tiptop young boatman. - -"Just in time!" he said. "Sam, the Captain's got a big one!" - -It was indeed a fish, but the flurry of excitement on board the -_Elephant_ had not escaped eyes that were watching her. One eye, the -right eye of a pretty sharp pair, had been squinting through a -pocket-telescope, such as coast-wise men of that sort are very apt to -carry. - -"Boys," exclaimed its owner, "old Kroom has found something. Come on!" - -The next moment that cat-boat, with the four wreckers in it, was tacking -as straight a course as it could make toward the _Elephant_. - -"Meet 'em, Pickering," thundered Captain Kroom. "I'm bringing him in. -They mustn't guess we are after anything but fish." - -"They won't," said Pickering, "not if you can show 'em a prime -sea-bass." - -"That's what it is, Sam," said Pete. "I told you this was the place to -get 'em. If he doesn't know all about fish!" - -The Captain was putting out his strength as well as his knowledge just -now. A less-experienced fisherman might have lost that splendid bass, -hooking him with only blue-fish tackle. It was well, too, to have -Pickering in charge of the _Elephant_, for she ran into rougher water -while the fish-fight went on. - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT] - - -The All-Connecticut Interscholastic Football Team for 1896 is as -follows: - - J. B. PORTER, _New Britain High-School_ end. - P. F. MCDONOUGH, _New Britain High-School_ tackle. - PAUL THOMPSON, _Hillhouse H.-S._ guard. - E. W. SMITH, _Hartford H.-S._ centre. - R. B. HIXON, _Hotchkiss School_ guard. - T. L. MONTAGUE, _Hotchkiss School_ tackle. - NORMAN GILLETTE, _Hartford H.-S._ end. - F. R. STURTEVANT, _Hart. H.-S._ quarter-back. - E. A. STRONG, _Hartford H.-S._ half-back. - H. C. LANE, _Meriden H.-S._ half-back. - PETER O'DONNELL, _New Brit. H.-S._ full-back. - -The substitutes are: J. R. Smith, Norwich Free Academy, end; T. F. -Flannery, New Britain H.-S., tackle; F. A. Wheeler, Bridgeport H.-S., -guard; Ernest Towers, New Britain H.-S., centre; J. E. Meehan, New -Britain H.-S., quarter-back; Godfrey Brinley, New Britain H.-S., -half-back; J. D. Lucas, Norwich Free Academy, full-back. - -[Illustration: NORMAN GILLETTE, End.] - -[Illustration: P. F. McDONOUGH, Tackle.] - -[Illustration: E. W. SMITH, Centre.] - -[Illustration: T. L. MONTAGUE, Tackle.] - -[Illustration: J. B. PORTER, End.] - -[Illustration: R. B. HIXON, Guard and Captain.] - -[Illustration: PAUL THOMPSON, Guard.] - -[Illustration: F. R. STURTEVANT, Quarter-back.] - -[Illustration: H. C. LANE, Half-back.] - -[Illustration: E. A. STRONG, Half-back.] - -[Illustration: PETER O'DONNELL, Full-back.] - -In selecting these players care has been taken to look over very -carefully the work of the men on the weaker teams. The requirements of -each man are "sand," experience, and physical endurance. - -For centre, E. W. Smith, of Hartford, is undoubtedly the best man -playing at that position among the schools of Connecticut. He plays a -very fast game, is good at making holes, tackles well, and follows the -ball every time. R. B. Hixon, of the Hotchkiss School, is beyond doubt -the best guard of the schools. He has played every year since he has -been in school. He understands the game thoroughly, and has a -magnificent physique, which virtually makes him a "stone wall." Thompson -of Hillhouse H.-S. is better than Wheeler of Bridgeport, because he is -more strategic and quicker on his feet. He can get through the line very -nearly every time, and gets in a great many tackles. He is also very -good on the defence. - -T. L. Montague, of Hotchkiss School, and P. F. McDonough, of New -Britain, are easily chosen for tackles. Both run well with the ball, -hold their man well, and are good in getting through and making tackles. -Flannery of New Britain runs well with the ball and holds his man, but -is not so good at tackling as either Montague or McDonough. - -J. B. Porter, of New Britain, is beyond doubt the best among the ends. -He is an almost sure tackler, and is down the field every time on a -punt. Norman Gillette, of Hartford, has been chosen for the other end, -because he breaks up interference well and gets hold of his man nearly -every time. J. R. Smith is good, but too often lets his man go after -making a tackle. - -For quarter-back it is hard to choose between F. R. Sturtevant, of -Hartford, and J. E. Meehan, of New Britain. Both play the game for all -it is worth. In passing and tackling Sturtevant surpasses Meehan, but -Meehan gets into the interference a great deal better than Sturtevant. -On the whole, however, taking in the important points of strategy and -command of men, Sturtevant may be ranked as the better player. - -It is extremely difficult to pick out the half-backs. H. C. Lane, of -Meriden, is one of the finest players that ever played in the League. He -runs extremely hard and fast, and tackles superbly. The difficulty came -in choosing the other half-back. For this position E. A. Strong, of -Hartford, and Godfrey Brinley, of New Britain, are the best men. Brinley -runs very fast around the end and displays a great deal of "sand," but -he has always been assisted with first-class interference. Strong, on -the other hand, has as much, if not more, "sand" as Brinley. He runs -fast, and knows how to interfere with his hands, and if he had had such -good interference as Brinley did, I think his runs would have been as -long. - -For full-back the choice lies between Peter O'Donnell, of New Britain, -and J. D. Lucas, of Norwich. Lucas does not hit the line as hard as -O'Donnell, but fully equals him in tackling and punting. O'Donnell has a -better knowledge of the game. - -For captain of this team R. B. Hixon, of Hotchkiss, should have the -honor. The team he was captain of is one of the best teams playing -football among the schools this year. He has plenty of experience, and a -good control over his men. - -The financial side of the Interscholastic football season in Connecticut -seems to have been very successful this year, for the statement of -receipts and expenditures as made out by the treasurer shows that there -is $400 in the treasury. This does not include the total profit from all -the games, as the managers of the Association hold back each year $100, -for incidental expenses the next season. - -The profits of this year--that is, the $400--are to be divided among the -eight elevens that made up the membership of the Association, each -school to receive $50. I have gone into this detail in order that I -might introduce a rather startling quotation from the Meriden _Journal_. -It is to be hoped that this paper does not represent the Connecticut -idea of sportsmanship. At any rate, the Meriden _Journal_ avers that the -division of the spoils is not quite just. It argues that Meriden and New -Britain, having played for the championship at New Haven, deserve to -receive more money than the other teams of the League. It cannot -understand why Suffield, who was only admitted to the Association this -year, and forfeited its scheduled match against Norwich, should have the -same amount of cash as any other team. - -As a remedy for this state of affairs the _Journal_ suggests that the -two elevens which came together for the final championship contest -divide fifty per cent. of the net receipts for the season, the elevens -in the semi-finals thirty per cent., and the elevens which figured in -the opening games only, twenty per cent. If this is not advocating the -playing of football for money, and is not thus a direct propaganda of -professionalism, I don't know what is. If the editor of the Meriden -_Journal_ believes that the schoolboys in his neighborhood are playing -football for the prize-money to be divided at the end of the year I am -sure he is very much mistaken in his men. - -Nevertheless, any such statement as this, especially when given currency -in the city of the team that stood second in the League, is exceedingly -injurious not only to the reputation of that team and school but to the -entire Connecticut Association. Many persons who read this, and who do -not know that the _Journal_ is discussing a subject in which its -ignorance is made evident by what it says, will believe that -interscholastic sport is being carried forward on a money basis. - -Everybody knows, of course, that no enterprise, not even sport in the -truest amateur spirit, can be carried on without the expenditure of some -money. The railroads will not carry amateurs free of charge, nor will -tailors furnish them with football suits for nothing. Therefore it is -necessary that the Association have some revenue. This is usually -obtained in one of two ways, either by subscriptions levied in the -various schools or by charging admission-fees at the more important -games. The latter is in many respects the better, because it distributes -the taxation over a greater number of people. - -If, however, at the end of the year it is found that the revenues are -greater than the expenses, the treasurer of the Association should -profit by this knowledge to do away with certain features of taxation -the next year; for his endeavor should be to collect only just the -amount of money that is needed to defray the legitimate expenses of the -several football teams under his care. - -The very fact of dividing up money at all savors of professionalism, but -when you come to dispose of it in proportion to the success of the -teams, the offence is made even worse. Any of these elevens in question -that accepts a dividend makes itself liable to charges of -professionalism, and a strict interpretation of the ethics of sport -would find it guilty. It is to be hoped that the Connecticut Association -will recognize this fact as soon as it is pointed out to them, and -reconsider the proposition of sending $50 to each team. If the money -were left in the treasury of the Association it would be a different -affair entirely from dealing it out to the treasuries of the various -schools that played in the League. - -The simple fact that $100 is held by the Central Treasury for next -year's expenses shows that the $400 is considered as a surplus or -profit. Therefore any team that accepts such profit puts itself in a -dangerous position, so far as its amateur standing is concerned. As I -understand the case--and as it should be, if it is not--the treasurer of -the Association defrays the expenses of the several teams upon -requisition of the several managers. Therefore he alone should handle -the moneys of the Association, and next year, when the expenses begin -again, it is he who should provide what is necessary. - -The $400 now standing to the account of the Connecticut Association -should be devoted to the maintenance of that Association, and not to the -benefit of the individuals who make up its membership. The fact that -there is so much money on hand will make it very well possible for the -games next year to be carried on without the charge of an admission-fee, -or it will enable the managers to present this year a trophy of some -kind to the winning team, or they might even go to the extravagance of -presenting the eleven champions with some small souvenir, as is -frequently done in the colleges, such as a gold football for a -watch-charm. - -The misunderstanding which has occurred in the New England -Interscholastic Football League, and which was spoken of briefly in this -Department last week, may be briefly stated as follows: The constitution -of the Association as published in book form requires that fifteen days' -notice of the eligibility of any player be given in writing to the -secretary before the date of playing. At the beginning of the season the -Boston _Journal_ was voted the official organ of the Association, and on -October 30 that paper published a part of the constitution, but omitted -entirely any reference to the fifteen-day clause. The same article -contained also the names of the various players for the schools, and was -published on the first day of the games of the interscholastic series. - -[Illustration: THE CAMBRIDGE MANUAL-TRAINING SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM.] - -The Cambridge Manual-Training School acknowledges the rule in the -constitution which requires a fifteen-day notice, but pleads ignorance -for not having complied with it in the case of one of its players, -urging its belief that the fifteen-day clause had been stricken out, -since it did not appear in the constitution as published by the Boston -_Journal_, the official organ of the Association, on October 30. The -donors of the cup for which the teams contest have the power to change -the constitution as they wish. C.M.-T.S. thought that the donors had -availed themselves of this privilege when they saw the constitution -printed in the _Journal_ without the fifteen-day clause. - -The player whose name was not submitted to the committee is S. S. -Merrill, who played end on the Worcester Academy team last season. This -year he has been a member of the Burdett Business College of Boston, -playing end on its football team until he changed to Cambridge -Manual-Training School. He entered Cambridge Manual-Training School -October 26, and his name was sent to the Executive Committee November 9. -On November 13 Merrill played against Hopkinson's, and the game was -protested by the latter school inside the allotted time for protests. In -the games with Boston Latin and English High, on November 17 and -November 20 respectively, Merrill also played, and while these games -were protested by the two schools their claims were on different grounds -than those of Hopkinson's. Boston Latin's protest related to Merrill not -being a member of Cambridge Manual fifteen days before playing, which -was not sustained according to statistical proof from the principal of -Cambridge Manual. English High's protest was on a question of fact, and -an article of the constitution settled that. - -While the consequences have been serious to the Cambridge -Manual-Training School, it appears that the sentiment of the entire -Association was for some reason so strong against C.M.-T.S. that the -officers of the Association could not allow that school to violate even -one letter of the constitution. The committee accepts the statement that -there was no malicious intent, and says in its decision that it feels -that "Cambridge Manual has not intentionally broken the constitution, -and has acted in perfect good faith." - -This is an unfortunate complication, and one greatly to be deplored. -Cambridge Manual seems to have suffered a penalty out of all proportion -to the offence committed, and while it is just that the committee of the -Interscholastic Association should enforce the constitution to the very -letter, and while it seems that in the present case they have not in any -way exceeded their duties, still I believe that, so long as Merrill was -a _bona fide_ student at the school, every sportsman will consider -C.M.-T.S. the virtual, if not actually the pennant-holding, champion of -the Senior League of the New England Interscholastic Football -Association. - -In especial relation to these recent occurrences, it is good news that a -conference of interscholastic football authorities will be held in the -latter part of next month. It is proposed at that time to go over the -constitution carefully, and to add or eradicate such clauses as the -conditions in Boston may seem to require. - -The protest of Trinity School against De La Salle was withdrawn at the -last meeting of the New York Interscholastic Association's executive -committee, and the championship has been awarded to De La Salle -Institute. This makes one more unpleasant incident that is put away into -the past without being dragged out to an unpleasant length; and no -matter what Trinity's position may have been in the case, her athletic -managers have done well to drop their protest. - -In addition to in-door track athletics this winter the Brooklyn schools -will have a handball league, and the schedule of games has already been -laid out as follows: - - January 16--Pratt Institute _vs._ Brooklyn High, and Poly. Prep _vs._ - Brooklyn Latin. - January 23--Pratt _vs._ Brooklyn Latin, and Adelphi _vs._ Poly. Prep. - January 30--Brooklyn High _vs._ Brooklyn Latin, and Pratt _vs._ Adelphi. - February 6--Brooklyn Latin _vs._ Adelphi, and Poly. Prep. _vs._ Pratt. - February 20--Brooklyn High _vs._ Pratt. - February 27--Poly. Prep. _vs._ Brooklyn High. - -Brooklyn Latin School and Poly. Prep, will probably have the strongest -teams, from present appearances, and as the game has been played by both -these institutions for some seasons past, some exciting contests should -result. - -_Unless unforeseen contingencies arise to prevent, the All-New York and -the All-Chicago Interscholastic Football Teams will be announced in the -next issue of this Department._ - -"FOOTBALL FACTS AND FIGURES."--BY WALTER CAMP.--POST 8VO, PAPER, 75 -CENTS. - - THE GRADUATE. - - - - -ADVERTISEMENTS. - - - - -[Illustration: ROYAL] - -The absolutely pure - -BAKING POWDER - -[Illustration] - -=ROYAL=--the most celebrated of all the baking powders in the -world--celebrated for its great leavening strength and purity. It makes -your cakes, biscuit, bread, etc., healthful, it assures you against alum -and all forms of adulteration that go with the cheap brands. - -ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO., NEW YORK. - - - - -QUESTIONS FOR YOUNG MEN. - -ON CHOOSING A PROFESSION. - - -The old story told of the great Duke of Wellington, the man who defeated -Napoleon at Waterloo, that he wanted football-players for his Generals -has been supplemented within the last few weeks by a similar statement -made by the Honorable Theodore Roosevelt, the president of the police -commissioners of the greatest city of America. Mr. Roosevelt's remark -was made at a public meeting which he was addressing on the general -subject of the modern city, with especial reference to the police, and -he said that he wanted vigorous, manly men for policemen, men who in -their younger days had made or would have made good football-players had -they been given the chance. This does not mean that everybody from a -policeman up to a General is made a competent official merely because he -has played football. It is merely a phrase, but that phrase has a -distinct meaning to every one, because it suggests what qualities are -required in any walk of life to make successful, competent workers. - -The great Duke and the distinguished police commissioner meant by this -that they wanted for their lieutenants men who knew what discipline -was--men who were ready at any moment to jump into any work, and do it -with all their strength of mind or body, or both; men who were -self-reliant and could be trusted, who knew how to obey and how to -command and how to do things themselves. It is not enough to-day to say -that this or that boy is absolutely trustworthy in order to get him a -situation in a shop, a banking-house, or a law-office, in the leather or -the toy business. He _must_ be trustworthy. It is taken for granted that -he is honest. This is not undervaluing honesty in the least. Quite the -reverse, in fact, because if a boy is not absolutely reliable, nobody -wants him, no matter how clever he may be. But there are hosts of honest -boys--in fact almost all of them are straightforward. But to get a place -in any establishment much besides honesty and reliability is required, -and hence the good old Sunday-school-story type of boy who made millions -because--and only because--he was honest, is unfair to the average boy -reader, since it makes him think that success is at his hand if he is -only honest. - -That is the mistake many a fine chap makes, and when after a while he -does not get ahead, in spite of his honesty, he grows melancholy and -disgusted. When you get a place as boy in a store, as clerk in a -banking-house, or assistant in a professional office, you must take -things into your own hands. Naturally you want to advance yourself, but -the quickest way of doing this is to let your own interest drop for the -time, and study out what is your employer's interest. Having found this, -try every day in the year to see how you can improve, suggest, push -forward his success. Pretty soon he begins to notice you, to think over -your suggestions. In time something comes up, and he wants a man for a -certain purpose. Ten to one he will think you are the only one for it, -because you have been keeping yourself before him so much in a way that -helps him. And not long afterwards you are the man he relies on. That is -the beginning, and like all good thorough beginnings, it is more than -half the battle. - -When you sit down to choose a profession, then--unless you have a very -definite idea of what you want to do, and in that case the work is easy, -for you only have to work at it hard and long to make your living by -it--when you sit down to make a choice, and have no great preference, -say to yourself that you will take whatever job you can get, and will -not only do that which is given you to do honestly and thoroughly, but -will get up each morning thinking out some little thing that may -possibly be of advantage to your employer's purse or fame. It cannot -help making an impression, for business men are just as human as -office-boys, and if you only show them that you are trying your best to -add to their fortunes or their name, they cannot help watching you, -trusting you, advancing you. And any business that is done well and -vigorously will not only become interesting, but will give you a chance -to make a successful life, and to add to the good of your -fellow-countrymen, besides giving you a living into the bargain. -Anything well done and worked at hard and long--for twenty years, -say--is sure to be conquered, and whether it is the keeping of a -grocery-store or the running of a government, the same qualities of -honesty, originality, and thoroughness are required, and, if employed, -are successful. What you do, then, is not so important as the push and -vigor which you put into it. - - * * * * * - -AMERICA STILL AHEAD. - -Russia is a very large country, and with Siberia's immense area -included, the size of the United States suffers in comparison with her. -One of her newspapers has vaunted the proposed transporting of a whole -town some forty odd miles along a frozen river (a heretofore unknown -feat, as it claims), the object of the removal being to place the town -among some hills that lend themselves admirably to the purpose of -fortification, thus securing a valuable military station. It will -undoubtedly be quite a feat to accomplish such a task, and if the -Russian engineers find any hitch in their plans, they can surmount the -difficulties by reference to a similar undertaking successfully -accomplished in the State of Illinois, namely, the moving of the town of -Nauvoo over a frozen river. In the course of three winters this was -done, and seven hundred houses were transported, and a new town, now a -prosperous place, was established. The Russian newspapers can boast of -the great work of moving one of their towns; but it is a pleasure to -know that the United States long ago anticipated them in such matters. - - - - -[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. - - -IMITATION CARBON PRINTS. - -Those of our amateurs who have used the formulas for tinted papers will -enjoy preparing paper in imitation of carbon prints. The method is one -of the simplest forms of sensitizing paper. The formula is as follows: - -No. 1. - - White gum-arabic 4 oz. - Distilled water 6 oz. - -Dissolve the gum-arabic in the water--heating the water--and if, when -dissolved, the mixture does not measure ten ounces, add enough clear -water to make that amount. - -No. 2. - - Bichromate of potash 1 oz. - Distilled water 9 oz. - -For use mix equal parts of the solution, and filter; then take a tube of -moist water-color, any tint desired, and dissolve enough of it in the -solution to produce the tint desired. Pin a sheet of photographic paper -to a flat board, and apply the solution with a flat brush after the -manner described for sensitizing paper. The paper must be sensitized by -gas or lamp light. - -This paper is not a printing-out paper, but is developed. Expose under -the negative, lay the print for a few seconds in lukewarm water, then -place it face up on a sheet of glass, and develop it with hot water, -using it about 110° F.; rinse, and place for ten minutes in a bath made -of - - Powdered alum 1 oz. - Water 20 oz. - -As the progress of the printing cannot be seen, it is a good idea to -sensitize a strip of paper, and experiment with the printing till the -time for exposure can be ascertained. - - SIR KNIGHT KENNETH TANNER, 711 First Avenue, Asbury Park, N. J., - says that he has intensified several of his negatives with mercury, - and that they are fading fast, and wishes to know how to preserve - them. They may be restored by soaking in a solution made of - Schlippe's salts, 40 gr., and water, 4 oz. Soak the negative in - clear water till thoroughly wet, and then immerse in the restoring - solution till the desired effect is obtained. - - LADY EUDORA LANDERS asks if the picture which she encloses in her - letter belongs in any of the classes for which prizes are offered. - The picture is that of a building--a log house--and therefore would - not come in any of the classes. The picture is a good one, and well - taken; but the camera was not exactly level, and the lines of the - horizon slant. If the picture is squared by the horizon-line and - trimmed, this defect will be remedied. - - SIR KNIGHT R. J. GEDDES asks if by prepared photographic paper is - meant salted paper. The paper, if bought unsalted, must be salted - before it is used. Sir Knight Geddes will find directions for - making green tones in No. 862, May 5, 1896. - - SIR KNIGHT LEONARD KEBLER, 142 Harrison St., East Orange, N. J., - asks if his name is enrolled among the members of the Camera Club, - and for the number of the ROUND TABLE which contains directions for - enlarging. Sir Leonard says that in an answer to one of the queries - asking about enlarging, the answer was that directions could be - found in No. 801, March 5, 1895, but that he looked in this number - and there was no article on photography. By referring to the number - mentioned the editor finds an article on "Bromide Enlargements." - This tells how to make an enlarged photograph from a small - negative, which is what Sir Leonard means. Bromide paper is the - sensitive paper used for such photographs, and they are called - bromide enlargements. Sir Leonard is enrolled in the Camera Club. - - SIR KNIGHT HARRY CHASE sends a print, and asks if it would come - under marines or landscapes. It would be classed with the marines. - It is a good picture, the water looking like water and not like - chalk or snow. - - SIR KNIGHT F. G. CLAPP asks if the rule in the photographic - competition saying no picture shall be sent which has been - submitted in other competitions, means the ROUND TABLE - competitions, or all competitions. It means any competition in - which prizes are offered for best photographs. The object of our - prize competition is to stimulate our club to do its best work - expressly for this competition. We wish new pictures with fresh - subjects, not pictures that have been sent to other competitions - and placed on exhibition. - - SIR KNIGHT GILBERT JACKSON asks if there is any way to remove an - object from a negative which one does not want in the finished - print. The objectionable part of the picture may be blocked out by - painting over it, on the glass side of the negative, with Gihon's - opaque, a non-actinic water-color paint. - - "EDITH" asks how to enlarge from a silver print. In order to - enlarge from a silver print, it would be necessary to make a - negative from the print, and then make a bromide enlargement from - the negative according to direction given in No. 801, March 5, - 1895. - - SIR KNIGHT CONANT TAYLOR encloses a print and asks what is the - matter with it. The picture was not printed deep enough, and has - faded in the toning. It has the appearance of being overtoned, or - toned in poor solution. In toning, when not sure that the bath is - all right, test it according to directions given beginners for - testing toning solutions. Take a piece of blue litmus paper and dip - it into the toning solution. If it turns red the bath is too acid. - Add enough of the alkali to turn the paper back to blue. - Bicarbonate of soda is an alkali. 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Y. - - - - -Harper's New Catalogue - -Thoroughly revised, classified, and indexed, will be sent by mail to any -address on receipt of ten cents. - - - - -[Illustration] - -A MYSTERY TRIP. - -A PUZZLE WITH FORTY DOLLARS OFFERED IN PRIZES FOR BEST ANSWERS. - - -A mystery trip it was indeed, that of our Half Dozen Club. The route of -the journey was decided by a game of hare and hounds. The points of -interest to be visited were snatched by the hounds while following the -track of the hare from innumerable papers which designedly marked the -latter's course. Could any route be made more uncertain? - -After the game, when the papers, previously marked with the names of -notable persons, places, and things, were put together in order, it was -found that we should have a remarkable company, and an even more -remarkable route. Let me describe both as we take the journey in fancy -together. - -Our conveyance was the magic carpet(1) of Prince Houssain. Safe? Well, -it might not have been had we not carried the Dart of Abaris(2). Then -the god(3) who was thrown from Olympus for getting mixed up in a family -row acted as guide and kept us from danger by wearing Tidbottom's -spectacles(4). For a rudder he used Van Tromp's broom(5). - -We arrived in no time at Kit's Coty House(6), and began at once to pick -up souvenirs. The Knight of the Rueful Countenance(7) got the bones of -his famous horse(3). The witty English clergyman(9) who, to make his nag -speedier, hung his food before the nag's nose, but just out of his -reach, got the bones of a dog that won literary fame for his master(10). - -Snatching the magic tent of Prince Ahmed(11) and a supply of smoke -farthings(12), onion pennies(13), and screw dollars(14) to pay expenses, -we passed through the ivory gate(15) to the shore of the sea of -darkness(16), where we embarked in the ship Skid Bladnir(17). We visited -the islands of Laputa(18), were ship-wrecked while passing the magnetic -mountain of Prince Agib(19), and barely escaped with our lives and -curios to the shore of the Land of Cakes(20). - -Here we were joined by Dr. Mirabilis(21), the mutton-eating king(22), -the hero of the red shirt(23), Abel Shufflebottom(24), and a company of -bridge bachelors(25). So many were we that the supply of -Galli-Maufry(26) ran low, and when we reached the Land of Cocaigne(27) -we were wellnigh starved. - -Our party now separated, some going to the Grid-iron palace(28) and -others to King Cunobelin's Gold Mines(29). Of course we were -disappointed at not being able to visit the heart of Midlothian(30), -Montezuma's Watch(31), or the Land of the Morning Calm(32). But we got -home on Running Thursday(33), just in time for New Year next day. We had -a little money left, for we had consulted the wise men of Gotham(34). -Had we not done so, we should certainly have donned the badge of -poverty(35) forthwith, or we might have put on a badge bearing what -follows, and charge a certain sum per guess at the answer. Did you ever -hear of a person increasing his income in that way? But here is what we -might have donned, for people whom we met to answer. - -"I(36) used to live, for two hundred years or so, in the tops of high -trees in the forest. Then I was smashed, oh! so fine, and went into war. -I played an important part in the Civil War. I helped to kill, and was, -by thousands and thousands of men, torn to pieces myself. I am light, -yet heavy, and everybody knows me, or of me." - -Or this badge might have earned us more money: - -"I(37) have two legs only, but everybody would say, judging from my -name, that I have a dozen. I am often called a crank. Know books? Yes, -but never read them. I have much to do with chairs--wearing them -out--and people often wonder how I live." - -But to return to the trip long enough to say that it was a great one! - - * * * * * - -In this fanciful story are mentioned some famous people, usually by -their nicknames, and some odd historic places and things. There are also -two riddles. In sending answers, do not write out the story. Number -names as numbered here, write one below another in the proper order, and -put your name and address at the top of your first sheet of answers. -Mail answers not later than January 9, 1897, to HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, -New York--no street number required--and put in the lower left-hand -corner of your envelope "Puzzle Answer." Correct answers, with names of -winners, will be published in HARPER'S ROUND TABLE as early after the -close of the contest as possible, probably within about two weeks. - -The prizes, which will be awarded by the Messrs. Harper & Brothers, -Publishers, New York, are: $40, divided among the ten best solvers -according to merit. If one solver stands conspicuously ahead of the rest -he or she will be given from $10 to $25, as the comparative excellence -of the answer warrants. Persons of any age may help find the answers, -but only those who have not passed their 18th birthday, and who are -members of households in which this paper is regularly read, may send -them in. Merit signifies correctness and neatness, and has no reference -to the solution reaching the office of HARPER'S ROUND TABLE first in -point of time. Elaborate decoration of answers is not encouraged. Use -common stationery, note size, and do not roll. Write on one side of the -paper only. Everything comes to those who--try! - - - - -[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. - - -The stamp business was unusually dull throughout the summer and fall, -and the expected revival has not yet appeared. Probably one reason is -that every one is waiting for the 1897 catalogues. The astonishing rise -in the value of unused stamps seems to have concentrated speculation in -this direction, and the needless manufacture of "new varieties" with -fancy prices has discouraged the average collector. It is high time to -come down to a philatelic basis, and let the financial side of -collecting alone for a season. The advance in prices has nearly reached -its limit in the majority of cases, and subsequent increase of value -will be slow. In many instances there will be either a retrocession, -or--the dealers will keep the stamps in their safes vainly waiting for -customers. - -Some idea of the extent of the U. S. postal service is given in the -following figures from the President's message: - -MAIL MATTER FOR THE YEAR ENDING - -June 30, 1896. - - Weight. - Pounds. Revenue. - Letters and postal cards 65,337,343 $60,624,464 - Newspapers 348,988,648 2,996,403 - Books, seeds, etc. 78,701,148 10,324,069 - Merchandise 19,950,187 3,129,321 - Free matter 94,480,189 .... - Received for box rents, etc., over .... 5,424,951 - ----------- ----------- - Total 607,457,515 $82,499,208 - -The entire expenditures of the department, including pay for -transportation credited to the Pacific railroads, was $92,186,195.11, -which may be considered as the cost of receiving, carrying, and -delivering the above mail-matter. - - F. ORMISTON.--An immense quantity of Roman States remainders were - sold to dealers, hence prices are very low. Your stamps are worth - from 3c. to 5c. each. - - M. E. JENKINS.--U. S. cent, 1798, worth 20c.; 1802, 25c.; - half-cent, 1809, 10c.; 1828, 20c.; 10c. shinplaster, face. "Army - and Navy" is not a coin, but is a token, and has no money value. - - D. W. HARDIN, 1003 Court Street, Saginaw, Mich., wishes to exchange - U. S. Revenues with beginners in the same line. - - H. L. MOSSMAN.--Canadian penny, 1854, is worth face only. - - CONSTANT READER.--1. See reply to A. W. de Roade in No. 893. 2. The - coins have no premium. 3. Apply to any respectable dealer. - - F. T. O.--Bergedorf half-schilling is worth 50c. The 5c. Columbian - worth 1c. - - DEL ROSE MCCANN, Ridley Park, Pa., F. MIKELSKI, Bath, Me., wish to - exchange stamps. - - J. RICO.--Do not attempt too much. The collection of minor - varieties requires time, money, and knowledge. You had better - collect "straight" stamps only. By the time you have got together - three or four thousand you will have required much knowledge, and - then be in a position to decide what special line, _if any_, you - purpose to take. - - A. A. LATO.--West Indian and U. S. stamps _unused_ were the - fashionable stamps during the past year. The results of the late - auctions indicate quite a falling off in values. Probably now would - be a good time to collect them, if you care to specialize in them. - - PHILATUS. - - - - -[Illustration: IVORY SOAP] - - A fine complexion is too rare - To run the risk of losing; - But everyone who takes good care - (All other kinds refusing) - To get pure Ivory, grows more fair - With every day of using. - -Copyright, 1896, by The Procter & Gamble Co., Cin'ti. - - - - -[Illustration: HOME STUDY] - -of - -SHORTHAND - -and our instruction - -BY MAIL - -will prepare - -Young Women and Men - -to occupy positions of trust. We also instruct in =Book-keeping, -Penmanship, Commercial Law, etc.= by same method, fitting young and -middle aged people for success in any department of business life. It is -at once the most inexpensive and thorough method of securing a practical -business education. Trial lesson 10c. Interesting Catalogue free. -Address - -_BRYANT & STRATTON COLLEGE_, - -NO. A-85 COLLEGE BLDG., BUFFALO, N. Y. - - - - -EARN A GOLD WATCH! - -[Illustration] - -We wish to Introduce our =Teas and Baking Powder=. Sell 50 lbs. to earn -a =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 - -W. G. BAKER, - -Springfield Mass. - - - - -BOYS and GIRLS - -can earn money by working half an hour daily distributing free samples -of Headache Powders. For full particulars address, CAPITAL DRUG CO., Box -880, Augusta, Me. - - - - -[Illustration] - -To Show - -Your - -Heels - -To other skaters wear the - -Barney & Berry Skates. - -Highest Award World's Fair. - -Catalogue Free. - -BARNEY & BERRY, Springfield, Mass. - - - - -LAUGHING CAMERA, 10c. - -[Illustration: MY! OH MY!!] - -The latest invention in Cameras. You look through the lens and your -stout friends will look like living skeletons, your thin friends like -Dime Museum fat men, horses like giraffes and in fact everything appears -as though you were living in another world. Each camera contains two -strong lenses in neatly finished leatherette case. The latest -mirth-maker on the market; creates bushels of sport. Catalogue of 1,000 -novelties and sample camera 10c., 3 for 25c., 12 for 90c. mailed -postpaid. Agents wanted. - -ROBT. H. INGERSOLL & BRO., - -Dept. No. 62, 65 Cortlandt St., N. Y. - - - - -For Young Americans - - * * * * * - -GEORGE WASHINGTON - -By WOODROW WILSON, Ph.D., LL.D. Copiously Illustrated by HOWARD PYLE, -HARRY FENN, and Others. Crown 8vo, Cloth, Deckel Edges and Gilt Top, -$3.00. - - Professor Wilson has made at the same time a new biography of - Washington and a new history of America in Washington's time. In - the perspective of American history, a perspective clearer, - perhaps, to this writer than to any other, the period treated is - especially significant, being the culmination of the colonial era, - and including the final overthrow of French dominion on American - soil, the Revolutionary War, and the establishment of the Republic - on the firm basis of constitutional law. Upon this historic - background Professor Wilson has painted his living portrait of - Washington, and with masterly skill and homely simplicity has shown - the relation of the man to the stirring events of his time, and has - made the whole epoch luminous with the spirit of its foremost man. - To many readers the most charming feature of this work will be the - picture presented of Washington in the quiet days of Mount Vernon - before and after the Revolution. - - * * * * * - -HARPER & BROTHERS, Publishers, New York - - - - -[Illustration] - -POSTER CALENDAR. 1897 - -_By Edward Penfield. Price 50c._ - -Published by R. H. Russell & Son, New York. - - - - -[Illustration: THE ANIMALS ENJOY A NOVEL CHRISTMAS TREE BY COURTESY OF -THE SQUIRREL.] - - * * * * * - -A BRAVE LITTLE GIRL. - - Just one more kiss for good-night, mamma, - Just one more kiss for good-night; - And then you may go to my dear papa, - And--yes--you may put out the light; - For I'll promise you truly I _won't_ be afraid, - As I was last night; you'll see, - 'Cause I'm going to be papa's _brave_ little maid, - As he told me I ought to be. - - But the shadows won't seem so dark, mamma, - If you'll kiss me a _little_ bit more; - And you know I can listen, and hear where you are, - If you only _won't_--shut the door. - For if I can hear you talking, I think - It will make me so sleepy, maybe, - That I'll go to sleep just as quick as a wink, - And forget to--to cry like a baby. - - You needn't be laughing, my mamma dear, - While you're hugging me up so tight; - You think I am trying to keep you here, - You, and--I guess--the _light_. - Please kiss me good-night once more, mamma; - I could surely my promise keep - If you'd only stay with me just as you are, - And kiss me till--I go to sleep. - - * * * * * - -ONE GOOD REASON. - -BETTIE WITLESS. "Why does that little boy always go barefooted?" - -SALLIE KNOWALL. "Why, because he has more feet than shoes." - - * * * * * - -Abraham Lincoln was fond of a good story, and it is a well-known fact -that he often illustrated an important point in the business at hand by -resorting to his favorite pastime. Probably one of the best he ever told -he related of himself when he was a lawyer in Illinois. One day Lincoln -and a certain judge, who was an intimate friend of his, were bantering -each other about horses, a favorite topic of theirs. Finally Lincoln -said: - -"Well, look here, judge. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll make a -horse-trade with you, only it must be upon these stipulations: Neither -party shall see the other's horse until it is produced here in the -court-yard of the hotel, and both parties must trade horses. If either -party backs out of the agreement, he does so under a forfeiture of -twenty-five dollars." - -"Agreed," cried the judge, and both he and Lincoln went in quest of -their respective animals. - -A crowd gathered, anticipating some fun, and when the judge returned -first, the laugh was uproarious. He led, or rather dragged, at the end -of a halter the meanest, boniest, rib-staring quadruped--blind in both -eyes--that ever pressed turf. But presently Lincoln came along carrying -over his shoulder a carpenter's horse. Then the mirth of the crowd was -furious. Lincoln solemnly set his horse down, and silently surveyed the -judge's animal with a comical look of infinite disgust. - -"Well, judge," he finally said, "this is the first time I ever got the -worst of it in a horse-trade." - - * * * * * - -NEW VARIETY OF COOKING. - -MOTHER. "Freddie, pass the bread." - -FREDDIE (_who has been studying about minerals at school_). "Do you want -aluminum bread, or the other kind?" - -MOTHER. "What do you mean?" - -FREDDIE. "One is very light and the other isn't." - - * * * * * - -SOME NATURAL HISTORY. - -TRIPSEY. "I wonder does the catamaran feed on mice?" - -FRIPSEY. "Yes; and the dromedary maid gives him cheese that she makes. -The tomahawk catches young chickens for food, the wanderoo eats nothing -on a journey, the spinning-jenny lives on cotton, the monkey-wrench apes -the saw horse, and lives on wood; while the gunwale eats nothing, the -toad-eater diets on favors, and the Welsh rabbit feeds everybody but -himself. Animals are queer things, Trip." - - * * * * * - -NEAR NEIGHBORS. - -PROFESSOR SNIBLEY. "The _os humeris_ is the shoulder-blade, is it?" - -STUDENT. 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McGuire - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#JOHN_HENRY">JOHN HENRY.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHRISTMAS_AT_THE_DOOR">CHRISTMAS AT THE DOOR.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_NIGHT_BEFORE_CHRISTMAS">"THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS."</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_WORD_OF_THE_GUNS">THE WORD OF THE GUNS.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_LOYAL_TRAITOR">A LOYAL TRAITOR.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#LAWSONS_INVESTMENT">LAWSON'S INVESTMENT</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#LUCK_THAT_FELL_FROM_THE_SKIES">LUCK THAT FELL FROM THE SKIES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BEST_OF_MENAGERIES">THE BEST OF MENAGERIES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BOY_WRECKERS">THE BOY WRECKERS.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT">INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#QUESTIONS_FOR_YOUNG_MEN">QUESTIONS FOR YOUNG MEN.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_CAMERA_CLUB">THE CAMERA CLUB.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_MYSTERY_TRIP">A MYSTERY TRIP.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#STAMPS">STAMPS.</a></td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> -<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="800" height="331" alt="HARPER'S ROUND TABLE" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">Copyright, 1896, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>. All Rights Reserved.</p> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">published weekly</span>.</td><td align="center">NEW YORK, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1896.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">five cents a copy</span>.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">vol. xviii.—no</span>. 895.</td><td align="center"></td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">two dollars a year</span>.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"><a name="JOHN_HENRY" id="JOHN_HENRY"></a> -<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="700" height="478" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>JOHN HENRY.</h2> - -<h3>BY MARY E. WILKINS.</h3> - -<p>Two days before Christmas John Henry sat on the top rail of the fence -which separated the seven-acre lot from the oat-field. There were five -rails in the fence, on account of two cows addicted to jumping being -kept in the seven-acre lot, and consequently John Henry was perched at -quite a dizzy height from the ground. His mother would have been -exceedingly nervous had she seen him there. He was her only child; his -two older brothers had died in infancy; he had himself been very -delicate, and it had been hard work to rear him. The neighbors said that -Martha Anne Lewis had brought up John Henry wrapped in cotton-wool under -a glass shade, and that she believed him to be both sugar and salt as -far as sun and rain were concerned. "Never lets him go out in the hot -sun without an umbrella," said they, "and never lets him out at all on a -rainy day—always keeps him at home, flattening his nose against the -window-pane."</p> - -<p>Poor John Henry's mother was afraid to have him climb trees or coast -down hill, and he might never have enjoyed these boyish sports had it -not been for his father. When he was quite small, his father took him -out in the pine woods and taught him how to climb a tall tree.</p> - -<p>"Don't you be afraid, sonny. A boy can't live in this world and not be -picked on unless he can climb."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p> - -<p>John Henry went to the top of the tree in triumph, and when his mother -turned pale at the recital, his father only laughed.</p> - -<p>"I'd have caught him if he'd fallen, Martha Anne," he said; "and John -Henry has got to climb a tree, unless you want to set him up for a girl -and done with it."</p> - -<p>However, Mrs. Lewis stipulated that John Henry should not climb unless -his father was with him, and also that he should not go coasting without -him. The result was that until John Henry was twelve he had had very few -boy-mates. He went to the district school, but that was only a quarter -of a mile from his home, and he did not have to carry his dinner, and he -always came straight home, because his mother was so anxious if he was -late.</p> - -<p>"Better humor your mother, sonny, and not stay to play with the boys, -she gets so worried," his father told him.</p> - -<p>So John Henry always trudged faithfully home, in spite of cajoling -shouts, and sometimes taunts about being tied to mother's apron-strings. -However, the taunts were rather cautiously given; John Henry, mother's -boy though he was, had still a pretty spirit of his own, and his small -fists were harder than they looked. Once or twice there had been a -scuffle, in which he had not been worsted. His mother had chided and -wept over him on his return, and held anxious consultations with the -teachers and the other boys' mothers, but John Henry had gained his firm -footing in school, in spite of his pink face, his smooth hair, his -little ruffled shirts, and the cake and sugared doughnuts which he -brought to eat at recess. None of the other boys brought such luncheons; -indeed, the most of them were dependent upon spruce gum and the cores of -their friends' apples, and none of them wore such fine clothes.</p> - -<p>It was quite a grief to Mrs. Lewis that she could not exercise as much -taste upon a son's personal adornment as she could have done upon a -daughter's, but she did all she was able. John Henry wore ruffled -shirts, and carried hem-stitched pocket-handkerchiefs, his mittens were -knitted in fancy stitches, and he had little slippers with roses -embroidered on the toes to wear in the house. She also feather-stitched -his blue-jean overalls.</p> - -<p>John Henry's father, who was a farmer, insisted that his son should -learn to work on the farm, and his mother, though she would have -preferred to have had him in the house with her making quilts and -pin-cushions, had to consent. Every day John Henry was arrayed in -overalls, and did his task in field and garden; but his mother -feather-stitched the overalls with white linen thread, though all the -neighbors laughed, and John Henry was privately ashamed of them. -However, his father bade him humor poor mother, and he never objected to -the decoration. John Henry wore the overalls now, for he had been -working with his father all the morning. There was no school all the -next week, on account of Christmas holidays. It was only a half-hour -before noon—John Henry's father had sent him home, lest his mother -should think he was working too long, and the boy had sat down on the -fence to take an observation on the way. John Henry was rather given to -pauses for reflection and observation upon his little way of life.</p> - -<p>Although it was late in December, the day was quite mild; there was a -warm haze in the horizon distances, and the wind blew in soft puffs from -the south. John Henry had taken his jacket off—it lay on the ground -beside the fence. He shrugged his blue-jean knees up to his chin, -clasped his hands around them, and stared ahead with blue reflective -eyes. He did not see a boy coming across the field; he did not even hear -him whistle, though it was a loud pipe of "Marching through Georgia." He -did not notice him until he had reached the fence and hailed with a -gruff "Hullo!" Then he looked down and saw Jim Mills.</p> - -<p>"Hullo!" responded John Henry.</p> - -<p>Jim Mills was carrying a sack of potatoes; he let it slip to the ground, -and leaned against the fence with a sigh.</p> - -<p>"Heavy?" inquired John Henry.</p> - -<p>"Try it an' see."</p> - -<p>"Where did you bring it from?"</p> - -<p>"Thatcher's. Thought I'd come across lots, 'cause it was shorter. Where -you been?"</p> - -<p>"Been workin' in the wood-lot."</p> - -<p>Jim Mills looked mournfully at the potato-sack. "I've got to be goin'," -said he. "Mother wants these for dinner."</p> - -<p>John Henry jumped down from the fence and gave the sack a manful tug -from the ground. "I'll carry it as far as my house," said he.</p> - -<p>"You can't."</p> - -<p>"Can, too."</p> - -<p>The two boys moved on across the old plough ridges of the field, John -Henry a little in the rear, swung sideways by the potato-bag like a ship -by its anchor.</p> - -<p>"Going to the tree Tuesday night?" he panted, presently.</p> - -<p>"Ketch me!" responded Jim Mills, surlily.</p> - -<p>"Why ain't you going?"</p> - -<p>"What would I be going for, I'd like to know?"</p> - -<p>"There's going to be a Christmas tree, an' you'll have something."</p> - -<p>"What'll I have?" demanded Jim Mills, fiercely.</p> - -<p>He turned around in the cart path and faced John Henry. He was a thin -boy, very small for his age, with a fringe of pale hair blowing under -his old cap, over big gray eyes sunken in pathetic hollows. Many people -thought that Jim Mills looked as if he did not have enough to eat.</p> - -<p>"What d'yer s'pose I had last year?" asked he.</p> - -<p>John Henry shook his head.</p> - -<p>"Well, I'll tell you. I had a candy-bag and an orange and a girl's book -from the teacher. She said she was sorry there wasn't enough boys' books -to go round. When I got home I gave the candy-bag to the baby, and the -orange to little Hattie and 'Melia, and 'Liza Ann she had the book. I -ain't going to any more Christmas trees."</p> - -<p>"Maybe you'll get something more this year," ventured John Henry, -feebly.</p> - -<p>"Where'll I get it? Tell me that, will you? Father an' mother can't give -me anything. There's nobody but the teacher. Reckon I'll get another -girl's book from her, an' then I'll have the candy-bag an' the orange, -same as all the others, out of the school money. What would you think, -John Henry Lewis, if that was all you was goin' to have?"</p> - -<p>John Henry shook his head vaguely.</p> - -<p>"Guess you wouldn't go to the Christmas tree any more than some other -folks," said Jim Mills. "There you've got your father and your mother, -and your uncle Joe and your aunt Jane, and your aunt Louisa and your -grandfather and grandmother Lewis and your grandmother Atkins, to bring -presents to the tree for you. How'd you feel if you had to go there and -hark for your name to be called, and hear it: 'John Henry Lewis'—then -you march out before 'em all and git a little candy-bag; 'John Henry -Lewis'—then you march out and get an orange; 'John Henry Lewis'—then -you march out and get a girl's book, and all of them things that -everybody else has? Guess you'd be ashamed to go to Christmas trees as -much as me. If your folks be poor and can't have things, I guess you -don't want to tell of it before everybody."</p> - -<p>Jim Mills turned about and went on with a defiant stride; John Henry -followed, tugging the potato-sack. When the boys reached the house his -mother called out of the window to set it down directly, he would lame -his shoulders, and Jim Mills flushed all over his little pinched face.</p> - -<p>"Told you it was too heavy for you," he muttered.</p> - -<p>"It's as light as a feather, mother," called John Henry.</p> - -<p>He ran around to the wood-shed and got a little wheelbarrow and loaded -the potato-sack into that.</p> - -<p>"There! you can carry it easier this way," he said; and Jim Mills -trundled off, without any thanks save an acquiescent grunt. Jim Mills -had so few favors shown him that sometimes they seemed to awaken within -him an indignant surprise, instead of gratitude.</p> - -<p>John Henry was so abstracted during dinner that his mother feared he was -ill, and wished him to take some tincture of rhubarb. After dinner he -went out in the barn, and curled himself up in the hay-mow to think. -During the next two days he seemed to be in a brown study. Monday, the -day before Christmas, Jim Mills<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> brought the wheelbarrow home, and John -Henry beckoned him into the barn.</p> - -<p>"Look here, Jim; you'd better go to that tree to-morrow night."</p> - -<p>"What for, I'd like to know?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, 'cause you'd better."</p> - -<p>"Why had I better? I ain't going to tramp half a mile to that old -school-house to get a candy-bag and an orange and a girl's book."</p> - -<p>"Say, Jim, you go."</p> - -<p>"What for?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, something," replied John Henry, mysteriously and evasively.</p> - -<p>Jim Mills's gray eyes took on a sudden sharpness. "What d'yer mean?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, nothing. I rather guess you'll get something more this time, -though."</p> - -<p>"Say what you heard, John Henry Lewis!" Jim Mills questioned, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"I didn't say I'd heard anything. You just better go to the Christmas -tree, though; if you don't, you'll be sorry."</p> - -<p>"You're fooling?"</p> - -<p>"No, I ain't fooling!"</p> - -<p>Finally Jim Mills agreed to go to the Christmas tree; in fact, John -Henry made him promise solemnly, though he would not give his reason. -However, Jim Mills went home in a state of bewildered expectation and -elation. He was finally convinced that somebody was going to hang -something fine on the Christmas tree for him, that John Henry knew it, -and had promised not to tell. The tree was to be in the district -school-house. All Tuesday afternoon John Henry, with some other boys and -girls, worked hard decorating the school-house with evergreen. The tree -had been set up in the morning, and people had begun to bring the -presents; the teacher and some of the older girls were tying them on. -Now and then John Henry made a détour in that direction, and peeped -furtively. Before he went home he made quite sure that all the presents -which he expected were there. He counted them over as he trudged home -over the moonlit snow-crust. A deep snow had fallen on Sunday, and so -averted the danger of a green Christmas. The moon was full, and -considerably above the horizon, though it was still early. John Henry -hurried, for he had much to do.</p> - -<p>Supper was all ready when he reached home, and he ate it so hastily that -his mother was afraid he would have indigestion. After supper he went up -to his room and put on his best clothes, which his mother had laid out -on the bed for him. Then he watched his chance—standing at the head of -the stairs, and making sure that the doors below were shut—of stealing -softly down and out of the front door.</p> - -<p>It was about an hour before the time set for the Christmas festivities. -He sped along through the moonlight. Twice he saw some one coming far -down the road, and slunk to the cover of a bush, like a rabbit. One man -went crunching past without a pause, but the other stopped when he -neared the bush, and stared about him incredulously.</p> - -<p>"I swan, I thought I see somebody ahead here," John Henry heard him say. -He hugged close to the shadow of the bush until the squeaking crunch of -the man's footsteps were out of hearing, then he came out and ran for -the school-house, which was not far distant.</p> - -<p>The windows were quite dark, and the door was locked. John Henry, -however, was not dependent upon a door; he raised a window, and climbed -in easily enough. The little interior was full of the spicy fragrance of -evergreen, which had also a subtle festive suggestiveness. John Henry -stole across to the desk, took a match from his pocket, and lighted a -lamp, and then the tree blazed out. It was a fine tall tree, festooned -with garlands of pop-corn, and grafted, as it were, into splendid and -various fruit bearing. John Henry was not long in the school-house. He -had brought a lead-pencil and rubber, and had noted the exact hanging -places of his presents. It was barely ten minutes before the windows -were again dark and John Henry was hurrying home.</p> - -<p>His mother, who was very busy putting on a new brown cashmere dress, and -his father, who was shaving, had not missed him. He stole in quietly, -and sat down by the sitting-room stove. He was elated, but he had some -misgivings. He was quite sure of his good motives, and yet there was a -little sense of guilt.</p> - -<p>When at length he started again, with his father and mother, he was very -quiet. His mother asked him two or three times on the way if he did not -feel well, and pulled his scarf more closely around his neck.</p> - -<p>The district school-house was packed that evening; all the scholars and -their families had come. Jim Mills was already there when John Henry -entered, and rolled his eyes about at him with a curious expression of -mingled hope and doubt.</p> - -<p>Poor Jim Mills turned pale when the distribution of gifts began, and -listened intently, every nerve strained, for his own name. He had not -long to wait. He went down the aisle, his knees shaking, and -received—not an orange, not a candy-bag, not the girl's book, of which -he had still a bitter suspicion, but a parcel which at the first touch -he knew, with a bewilderment of rapture, to contain skates. He had -scarcely reached his seat before his name was called again, and forth he -went for the second time, and was given a jack-knife with many blades. -Then he went up to receive a top, then a boy's book, then another boy's -book, then a pair of beautiful red mittens, then a sled. Jim Mills -started up at the sound of his name and traversed the school-room until -everybody stared, and the teacher began to look puzzled and anxious. She -consulted with the committee-man who was distributing the presents, and -his wife, who had been helping her that afternoon. Then she went to John -Henry's father and mother, and one of his aunts who was there, and they -all whispered together. Finally she bent over Jim Mills and whispered to -him, and he immediately crooked his arm around his face, leaned forward -upon his desk, and began to cry. He was a nervous boy; he had not eaten -much that day, and the fall from such an unwonted height of joyful -possession was a hard one.</p> - -<p>"You must tell me the truth, Jim Mills," the teacher whispered, sharply.</p> - -<p>"I—didn't," responded Jim Mills, with a painful cry, as if she had -struck him.</p> - -<p>"If you did come in here while we were gone and mark John Henry Lewis's -presents over for yourself, tell me at once, if you do not want to be -very severely punished," said the teacher, quite aloud.</p> - -<p>Jim Mills did not repeat his denial; he only gave a great heaving sob. -The scholars stood up in their seats to see.</p> - -<p>"What a wicked boy!" exclaimed a woman near John Henry.</p> - -<p>"He ought to be put in jail," returned another.</p> - -<p>"He didn't do it!" John Henry cried out, wildly.</p> - -<p>"He must have," said the first woman.</p> - -<p>"Yes; you're a real good boy to stand up for him, but he must have," -agreed the second woman.</p> - -<p>"I tell you he didn't!" almost screamed John Henry; but they paid no -more attention. He called the teacher, waving his arms frantically, but -she was still busy with Jim Mills, and did not hear or see him. He tried -to get up the aisle to her, but it was now blocked. He could not reach -his father and mother for the same reason.</p> - -<p>Finally John Henry Lewis made a desperate plunge down the aisle, and -into the middle of the floor beside the tree. He raised his hand, and -everybody stared at him. He was very pale, and his voice almost failed -him, but he persisted in the first speech of his life.</p> - -<p>"I did it," said he. "He mustn't be blamed. He didn't know anything -about it. I told him he'd better come to-night, 'cause he'd get -something nice, but that was all he knew about it. All he had last -Christmas was an orange and a candy-bag and a girl's book, and he wasn't -coming again. I had all the presents and he didn't have anything, and so -I swapped. He ain't the one to be blamed; I am."</p> - -<p>John Henry, pretty little mother's boy that he was, stood before them -all, tingling with the rare shame of a generous action, meeting the -astonished faces with the courage of one who invites punishment for -guilt.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> - -<p>There was a pause—some one said afterwards that there were five minutes -during which you might have heard a pin drop—then a woman caught her -breath with something like a sob, and the teacher spoke.</p> - -<p>"You may go to your seat, John Henry," said she.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>After the Christmas tree that night there was great speculation as to -whether Jim Mills would be allowed to keep John Henry Lewis's presents, -and as to what John Henry's folks would say to him.</p> - -<p>It was ascertained beyond doubt that Jim Mills did keep the presents, -and it was reported that all John Henry's father said to him was that in -future he mustn't lay his plans to do anything like that without telling -his folks about it. As for John Henry's mother, she and his grandmother -Atkins bought him a little silver watch for a New-Year's present, -because they felt uneasy about letting him sacrifice quite so much. His -grandmother, who was superstitious, said that John Henry had always been -delicate, and she was afraid it was a bad sign.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 558px;"><a name="CHRISTMAS_AT_THE_DOOR" id="CHRISTMAS_AT_THE_DOOR"></a> -<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="558" height="600" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>CHRISTMAS AT THE DOOR.</h2> - -<h3>BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Here's Christmas at the door again!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">There's never a day so dear,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Nor one we are half so glad to see,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In the course of the whole round year.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">It isn't that Santa Claus comes back,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And his hands with gifts are full;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">It isn't that we have holidays,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">When we need not go to school.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But the air is thrilled with happiness,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The crowds go up and down,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And people laugh and shout for joy</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">When Christmas comes to town.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">There's nobody left to stand outside,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">The world is bright with cheer,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">For Christmas-time is the merriest time</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">In the whole of the big round year.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">We try to love our enemies now,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">And our friends we love the more,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That strife and anger fade away</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">When Christmas taps at the door.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_NIGHT_BEFORE_CHRISTMAS" id="THE_NIGHT_BEFORE_CHRISTMAS">"THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS."</a></h2> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 231px;"> -<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="231" height="300" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">CLEMENT C. MOORE.</span> -</div> - -<p>The author of the famous poem that recounts in such graphic language -"The Visit of St. Nicholas" was born in the city of New York, July 15, -1779. His boyhood was passed at the country-seat of his father, called -Chelsea, then far remote from the city, but now a very thickly settled -portion of it, and embracing a large tract in the vicinity of Ninth -Avenue and Twenty-third Street.</p> - -<p>Dr. Moore received his early education in Latin and Greek from his -father, the venerable Bishop of New York, and in 1798 he graduated from -Columbia College. He devoted himself to the study of the Hebrew -language, and the result of his labors appeared in the form of a Hebrew -and English Lexicon, which was published in 1809, and he was thus the -pioneer in the work of Hebrew lexicography. In 1821 Dr. Moore was made -Professor of Biblical Learning in the General Theological Seminary of -the Episcopal Church. From his magnificent estate he donated to the -Episcopal Church the tract on Ninth Avenue between Twentieth and -Twenty-first streets, and the Theological Seminary there erected is a -lasting monument to his liberality and devotion to the sacred cause.</p> - -<p>In the intervals between the time devoted to more serious studies his -principal amusement was writing short poems for the amusement of his -children, and among them was "The Visit of St. Nicholas," which was -written for them as a Christmas gift about 1840. The idea, he states, -was derived from an ancient legend, which was related to him by an old -Dutchman who lived near his father's home, and told him the story when a -boy.</p> - -<p>In those days every young lady was supposed to have an "album," and a -relative who was visiting the family quickly transferred the verses to -hers. They were first published, much to the surprise of the author, in -a newspaper printed in Troy. They attracted immediate attention, and -were copied and recopied in newspapers and periodicals all over the -country. An illustrated edition, in book form, was published about 1850, -and since then School Readers have made them familiar to generation -after generation of children. They have been translated into foreign -languages, and a learned editor informed us of his delight and surprise -when travelling in Germany to hear them recited by a little girl in her -own native tongue.</p> - -<p>After a long life of honor and usefulness, Dr. Moore died, at his summer -residence in New York, July 10, 1863. For him may be claimed the -peculiar distinction of being the author of the two extremes of -literature—learned works on ancient languages for profound scholars, -and Christmas verses for little children. The learned works, upon which -he spent years of constant labor, have been superseded by works of still -greater research, but the man is yet to be born who can write anything -to supersede the little poem that has made Santa Claus and his tiny -reindeer a living reality to thousands of children throughout our broad -land.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 215px;"> -<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="215" height="700" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">REDUCED FAC-SIMILE OF THE MANUSCRIPT OF DR. MOORE'S -FAMOUS POEM.</span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_WORD_OF_THE_GUNS" id="THE_WORD_OF_THE_GUNS">THE WORD OF THE GUNS.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY EARLE TRACY.</h3> - -<p>The little <i>Mystery</i> was lying off the pier at Martinez's. Night had -covered sail-boat and row-boat alike, and while all Potosi gathered -towards the front celebrating Christmas eve with the rockets and the -fire-crackers that are not once thought of on the Fourth of July, Mr. -Martinez and Bascom were silently carrying bags of gold on board the -<i>Mystery</i>. As the sails ran up in the snapping cold, the mournful cry of -her ropes was the only sound on the Back Bay, and it smote Bascom; and -Mr. Martinez's grasp and his whispered cautions to Captain Tony, and the -solemn gold that he had carried, weighed upon his heart as they put out.</p> - -<p>Everything had been arranged on the deck for mounting the one which was -best preserved of the six mysterious old cannon that he had found the -summer before sunk in Potomoc Bay. It had been left covered by -tarpaulins in a row-boat off Captain Tony's point, where they could get -it as they passed. They ran the schooner across from Mr. Martinez's to -the point, and neither of them spoke along the way. When they reached -the boat, Bascom sprang over into it and lifted off the tarpaulins. -There was nothing underneath.</p> - -<p>"The cannon's gone," he whispered. "What does it mean?"</p> - -<p>"Somebody playin' a joke to spoil our fun," said the Captain, and the -darkness hid the worried frown upon his face. "Yo' mus' go ashore an' -look for it; bud doan' be long."</p> - -<p>"Looks like it's too funny for a joke," said Bascom, "less'n it's one of -ole Captain Aristide's. I never heard of his playin' one, only he was -along here to-day when I was a-polishin' the gun, an' he seemed mighty -inter<i>est</i>ed. It kind o' shivered me, but I went on sweet an' innocent -about our keepin' Christmas, firin' in the channel."</p> - -<p>"Aristide?" repeated Captain Tony, and he crossed his arms on the tiller -and pulled his hat down over his eyes, and thought, while Bascom rowed -ashore. Captain Aristide Lorat was known by every one to be the -craftiest man along the coast. His neighbors had never guessed that in -his free and gallant youth he had been a pirate neither more nor less. -He was too old now to enjoy the personal risk of such enterprises, and -he gave his direct attention to a prosaic carrying trade; but his old -preferences survived in the form of a few boats which did whatever -smuggling or wrecking came in their way. They were seldom seen in -Pontomoc Bay, and had never been recognized in their true character nor -connected with Captain Lorat, and yet Captain Tony did not like to think -that old Aristide had been nosing in their affairs. For it was something -unusual that was taking the <i>Mystery</i> out on Christmas eve.</p> - -<p>Mr. Martinez, the owner of the great canning-factory for which Captain -Tony and Bascom sailed, was the chief of a quiet organization of Cubans -who were wealthy enough to make their patriotism of substantial -disadvantage to Spain. Just now, in one of the frequent insurrections, -there had been an unexpected call on the society for aid. A Cuban boat -was secretly coasting off Horn Island, waiting their messenger, for this -was at a time when the United States was not much inclined towards -sympathy. Martinez had two reasons for sending Captain Tony out to it. -Tony was infallibly prudent and brave, and he was trustworthy, both from -the integrity of character which made him dislike the mission, and from -an indebtedness to his employer which forbade his refusing it. Mr. -Martinez had given them the <i>Mystery</i>.</p> - -<p>"They made a clean job," whispered Bascom, coming back. "They've taken -that and the two next best out'n the shed where I was polishin' them. It -must have been Captain Aristide. Has he any grudge agin us?"</p> - -<p>"None dat I know of," the Captain said; "an' we can't stop an' study -'boud it now. It is of mo' impo'tance dat we do ouah wo'k dan dat we -fire guns, even to say dat it is done." Captain Tony's regret at taking -Bascom out on a holiday had suggested carrying the best cannon along and -firing it, for Bascom had been putting all his savings into ammunition -and fireworks for Christmas. Mr. Martinez approved, thinking a water -celebration would help to explain their going, and they were to fire him -a reassurance when they went through Potosi Channel on their way to the -oyster-beds when their mission had been carried out.</p> - -<p>The actual fact of the case was that Captain Lorat needed no more than -the knowledge that a boat was going out. Other bits of knowledge gained -from other sources only required this to piece them to a whole. He -decided it would be better not to let Bascom have a gun on board, and -while the <i>Mystery</i> was taking her cargo at Martinez's pier, he had all -of them that looked as if they might be used loaded upon a schooner that -had come into the bay since dark.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> -<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="700" height="478" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">ONE OF THE MEN JUMPED ON BOARD AND GRAPPLED WITH THE -CAPTAIN.</span> -</div> - -<p>Toward three in the morning Bascom found his eyelids growing so heavy -that he could scarcely keep from drowsing against the mast in the snug -warm lee of the sail. The <i>Mystery</i> was just about to round the Horn -when a row-boat load of men swished past her bows. Bascom drew himself -together and sprang swiftly to the rail. One of the men was already -climbing up the side, but he jumped on board and grappled with the -Captain. There was a volley of shots, and the Captain dodged into the -cabin, where the gold was stowed. The men swarmed up over the deck. For -a moment Bascom had thought they were the Cubans, but now he caught up -one of his rockets, lighted it, and held it steady while it rose. The -Cuban boat must surely be waiting round the point of the island, and it -would see the signal. A man leaped round the mast and knocked him down, -but as Bascom rolled over to the rail he saw the rocket singing up to -break in scintillating brightness through the night. He wriggled like a -cat to the stern and dropped down the hatchway. He pulled the hatches -shut, but there was a rush of feet along the deck, and the blade of the -anchor came crashing through the cabin-top. Bascom threw himself into a -bunk, and before the Captain, who was reloading in a corner, could close -his revolver and lift it, the roof was torn from over them; three men -poured in, seized the Captain and Bascom, bound them both, and carried -off the gold. The lantern hung battered, but its light was not out, and -the prisoners looked at each other in despair.</p> - -<p>"Reckon I give it to dem better dan I got," he said, "bud I'm t'inkin' -'boud how we can catch dem again an' take ouah money back."</p> - -<p>"I'm kind of expectin' comp'ny," said Bascom. "Them Cubans is dumber'n I -take 'em for if they don't mosey up to see what my rocket meant. I fired -one just as you dodged in the cabin."</p> - -<p>"Dere is one question," Captain Tony said. "Get yo'se'f close an' tuhn a -little so I can take a bite at dat rope. Yo' signal may have attrac' de -government cruiser dat's lyin' off Ship Islan'."</p> - -<p>"Oh!" said Bascom. "Well, we got a lot of time before they can steam -over." He rolled himself against the Captain, who craned his neck -forward and worked with his strong creole teeth at the knots. He was -still pulling at them when feet were heard scrambling to the deck again, -and two men looked in at the shattered hatch. They spoke to Captain Tony -in Spanish, of which Bascom only recognized the pass-word that Mr. -Martinez had given them.</p> - -<p>"Dey come to yo' rocket," the Captain translated while the men unbound -them, "an' dey was in time to see de boat put off from de <i>Mystery</i>, so -de Cuban schooner has gone after dem, sendin' dese two men in a skiff -here."</p> - -<p>"Which way've the scalawags gone?" inquired Bascom, jumping to his feet.</p> - -<p>"De way dey had to," answered the Captain, hurrying to the deck. "Dey -reach deir schooner, an' as de Cubans was comin' from outside, dey had -to put in. We'll be ovah-haulin' dem; dese men say de Cuban boat is as -good at chasin' as she is at showing her heels. We goin' along too. -Reckon yo' has to tek de tiller," he added, and he stood by, with his -arm wrapped in a piece of canvas for a sling, and laid the course. Ahead -of them they could just see the Cuban boat plying back and forth with a -long tack and a short tack, and the <i>Mystery</i> turned eastward. The Cuban -boat could not trust herself far inland where she did not know the -channels, and the smugglers would take their first opportunity to make a -sudden run east into one of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> bayous; and Captain Tony determined -that the <i>Mystery</i> should cut them off. It was a hare-and-hounds chase, -and the hours passed among the stars while the three boats doubled and -redoubled at top speed, gaining on one tack, losing on the next. Pale -clouds began to drift across the sky, and there was a taste of morning -in the wind. The Captain slapped Bascom on the back. "Yo' boy," he -chuckled, "dat Cuban boat is de stuff! She's run dem down so fine dat -dey's headin' 'cross de shoals, an' dey boun' to stay dere an' wait faw -us, by my reckonin'."</p> - -<p>Bascom giggled, but the Captain whistled in a new tone. "W'at in de name -of reason!" he exclaimed; "dey tu'nin' back across de Cuban's course? Oh -ho!"</p> - -<p>A cloud of smoke went up, and there was a great rumbling hoarse report -such as had not been heard in those waters since the war. "Dey firin'!" -the Captain gasped. The sound vibrated among the waves and sank away, -and the smoke cleared. The Cuban was not hurt. She turned like a girl -courtesying, and a sharper shot came caracoling on the waves, this time -from her.</p> - -<p>"De mad folly!" shouted the Captain. "Dey wan' to raise de dead, let -alone all de cruisers on de coas'!"</p> - -<p>Bascom danced at the tiller. He was quivering with his first thrill of -war—not only war between the Cubans and the smugglers, but soon with -the United States. Over their shoulders he could see the faint line of a -cruiser's smoke against the west. The Captain was looking very grave. -"Dis'll be de darkes' day de <i>Mystery</i> seen yet," he said. "I 'ain't -nevah liked dis job, me, bud it look like we couldn' refuse."</p> - -<p>"One thing for the firing," said Bascom, "it's Christmas mornin'."</p> - -<p>"Christmas gift," said the Captain, grimly. "Reckon de smugglers is -sayin' it! Dey los' a mas' by dat las' shot."</p> - -<p>"Christmas—" ejaculated Bascom, and stopped short as the whistle of the -wind in the rigging was drowned again by a terrific explosion that shook -the sea. As they peered out under the smoke, something dropped like a -spent ball on the deck. The Captain picked it up, and after a moment's -scrutiny passed it over to Bascom. It was an unmistakable fragment from -the muzzle of one of Bascom's guns. The peculiar alloy that was neither -brass nor bronze, and that had puzzled every one when the guns were -raised, left no opening for doubt.</p> - -<p>"Golly," said Bascom, "rather bust than shoot agin its frien's!" He -stroked the powder-smelling piece against his cheek and almost kissed it -for delight.</p> - -<p>The Captain noted the growing trail of smoke in the west and spoke to -the two Cubans. One of them pointed at the smugglers' schooner. She was -settling fast, and the men on board of her were raising a white flag. -The <i>Mystery</i> and the Cuban boat answered the signal, and the three -Captains met on board the <i>Mystery</i> to make terms.</p> - -<p>The smuggler Captain was a tall, pleasant-faced American of Scotch -descent, with a wounded cheek and big fierce-looking mustaches. "I've -got the best of myself so bad," he declared, "that you can say what you -want, but it'll not be to your advantage to leave my schooner standing -on the edge of the bar to tell tales; so what I propose is this: I'll -give you back your scads without any more fuss if you'll tow what's left -of her into Davis Bayou out of sight and give us permission to skip."</p> - -<p>The Cuban Captain declined to do this, and it was finally decided that -while the <i>Mystery</i> beat back and forth in the sound, the Cuban should -tow the smugglers out of danger and then make good her own escape.</p> - -<p>Bascom went across in the tender with the other skiffs to get his guns. -"Your boss is grit, ain't he?" said the smuggler Captain as they pulled -through the white foam on the bar. "I reckoned on an ordinary skeery -creole, but the way things has turned out, it's good I reckoned wrong."</p> - -<p>"It would have been gooder for you if you hadn't reckoned on my guns," -said Bascom, getting aboard the wreck, among a demoralized crew, and -laying his hand on the only piece he saw. "What's gone with the first -one? How did you know about 'em, anyhow?"</p> - -<p>The Captain preluded his answer with a fair volley of imprecations. "And -I wish the fiends had taken 'em before they ever fouled my deck," he -finished. "I didn't count on firin' 'em; I jus' took 'em to keep you -from makin' a noise, but I brought along your ammunition for prudence -an' knowin' it would come handy some day, an' when I was close put I -jus' let 'em holler. First one broke loose an' jumped into the water, -shootin' at kingdom come, an' the nex' busted an' busted us, so I wish -you joy of firin' this third."</p> - -<p>"Joy?" said Bascom; "well, I rather guess!" It was the one he had -planned for from the first, and which had been stolen from the row-boat. -"You wasn't allowing that guns what's seen enough of life to know what -side they're on would turn agin their frien's, was you? Just you listen -an' you'll hear this one speakin' calm and pleasant when she gets on -board the <i>Mystery</i>. And I'll give you this pointer," he added, from the -boat to which the gun had been lowered, "next time you want to borrow -something of mine, jus' remember that my things mos'ly has peculiar -workin's, an' I can manage 'em best."</p> - -<p>Half or three-quarters of an hour later, when every trace of the wreck -was out of sight, and the sails of the Cuban boat were flitting -innocently between Horn Island and the shore on the way east, the United -States cruiser shone near at hand, trim and slender and dauntless in the -sunrise.</p> - -<p>"Well," said Captain Tony, as they watched her despatch an officer -towards them in a boat, "it's jus' to brass it out now. We've got to do -it faw Mr. Martinez. He'll be in mighty bad troubl' if our tale don't -satisfy dat young chap comin' dere. Bud if it do, it's good enough faw -ev'ybody else—even ole Aristide, although it will disturb him mo' dan -he will say—if what we t'ink is true. Dis insurrection an' -secret-service business may be all hones' faw de peopl' dat belongs to -it, bud it cost me an' yo' an' de little <i>Mystery</i> mo' in small feelin' -dan it pay, an' I say dis is de las' time faw enemy or frien'."</p> - -<p>"Me too," cried Bascom, "an' the old gun thinks the same. They was dead -down on this from the start, an' I reckon that's the word what they've -waited so patient to get a chance to say."</p> - -<p>The ship's boat drew alongside, and the officer came aboard to inquire, -with the commander's compliments, why a little battered schooner was -idling among the shoals in a norther, firing cannon.</p> - -<p>Bascom and the Captain saluted together. "Christmas gifts," they cried.</p> - -<p>"Usses had dese curious ole gun," the Captain explained, "w'at we raised -out of de water las' yeah, an' dis boy has been waitin' evah since faw -Christmas mornin' to fire 'em. An' I t'ought me dat it would be mo' safe -to come out heah an' try dem before firin' in Potosi Channel, as was his -wish. An' indeed it has prove dat I was right, for one of dem stepped -right off into de water dat it come from, an' de nex' it busted, as you -see," and he pointed to the cabin-top and to the bits of cannon that -Bascom had gathered for keep-sakes from the sinking boat.</p> - -<p>"Usses has been havin' a reg'lar party," Bascom added. "You are our most -'ristocratic callers, but you isn't our first. They'll be takin' the -word of the guns clear to Mobile an' as far as you go, whichever way -that is."</p> - -<p>"Then this is one of the forgotten guns that were raised in Pontomoc Bay -last summer?" the Lieutenant said. "I've heard of them." He examined the -piece like a toy. He was a young man with straightforward clear eyes -that commanded the same frankness they expressed, and had been very -uncomfortable to meet until this open subject was reached. The -Lieutenant saw Bascom's face light up with responsive enthusiasm, and he -ran on: "It may have belonged to one of the old discoverers. Why, I can -just see the old chaps that manned it when the ship went down, standing -on tiptoe round it, with their swords clanking and their queer old -clothes flapping in this very wind perhaps! You know I believe they -would like it if we had the old veteran fire a salute."</p> - -<p>"Usses would like that too," the Captain said.</p> - -<p>Bascom had no answer. He looked across to the ship where the stars and -stripes that had fought their way from so much ancient bravery were -riding high in the gold sun-light and the wind. He looked until his eyes -grew dim and the figure of the Lieutenant priming the cannon became<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> -blurred so that all the shadowy old crew seemed to have marshalled -themselves aboard the <i>Mystery</i> to man their gun. "Christmas gift," he -murmured, and his heart came up into his throat. Then the voice of the -gun rolled out, mellow and husky and peaceful after centuries of sleep.</p> - -<p>The recoil went from stem to stern like a great thrill of joy. The smoke -swept away on the wind, and the Lieutenant touched Bascom on the -shoulder. There was an interval of silence, and then the man-of-war -saluted the little <i>Mystery</i>.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="A_LOYAL_TRAITOR" id="A_LOYAL_TRAITOR">A LOYAL TRAITOR.</a></h2> - -<h3>A STORY OF THE WAR OF 1812 BETWEEN AMERICA AND ENGLAND.</h3> - -<h3>BY JAMES BARNES.</h3> - -<h3>CHAPTER IX.</h3> - -<h3>A PRIVATEERSMAN.</h3> - -<p>No one was stirring in the inn except a sleepy, draggle-headed pot-boy, -lazily sweeping out the tap-room. Although I was very hungry, I -determined on a ramble along the water-front before breakfast, and I -headed down the street.</p> - -<p>I remembered very well where I had landed from the <i>Minetta</i>, and that -upon the occasion of her entering the harbor I had been surprised at the -number of vessels at the wharves; but now they seemed to be trebled. A -maze of masts and rigging arose above the tree-tops, but the scene -lacked the life and movement of loading and unloading.</p> - -<p>The vessels appeared slovenly and unkempt, their yards at all angles, -and their shrouds sagging. Close to me, with a long bowsprit extending -almost into the front yard of one of the white houses that clustered at -the southern bend of the harbor, was a great three-masted ship. Her cut -was different from most of those that I had seen, but what held my eye -was this: her foremast had been spliced neatly with wrappings of great -rope, and three or four jagged breaks showed in her topsides and -bulwarks. She was lying close to a great warehouse that prevented a view -of the open bay, and I walked down the pier. The great vessel had -quarter-galleries, like a man-of-war, and above her rudder-post I read -the words, "<i>Northumberland</i> of Liverpool"; then I remembered hearing -the night before that this vessel had come in under the lee of the -<i>Young Eagle</i>, and had been one of the richest fruits of her first -cruise.</p> - -<p>When I reached the pier-head I walked out on the string-piece, and -climbing on the top of a pile of lumber, I looked out across the smooth -water. A quarter of a mile from shore lay the tidiest-looking craft that -I ever clapped my eyes on. She was not very small, but sat low in the -water. A backward rake to her masts gave her a jaunty appearance, and -the tall spars that lifted high above her deck looked as slender as -whipstocks. Her jib-boom was of tremendous length, but at that time I -did not know enough either to criticise or to appreciate her altogether -at a glance.</p> - -<p>It was setting out to be a scorching day. The smell of sperm-oil and -pine timber came from beneath and about me, and so still was it that the -sound of a man rowing a dory over against the farther shore sounded -plainly. I could hear every thump in the thole-pins. The clicking of a -block and tackle broke out, and a musical high-toned bell hurriedly -struck the hour from the little brig. That she was the <i>Young Eagle</i> I -had no doubt, and it flashed across me that maybe I had gotten myself in -somewhat of a predicament, and that maybe it would be better for me to -find Captain Temple and inform him that, while I did know something of -small arms, I was in truth nothing of a sailor.</p> - -<p>I took the paper out of my pocket, and saw that there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> was no reference -made to performing the duties of seamanship, but that I had been -enlisted to instruct the crew in a branch with which I felt myself -perfectly familiar.</p> - -<p>My old friend Plummer had promised to help me learn the ropes, and so I -determined to go ahead without any explaining.</p> - -<p>Thinking that it would be best to report to my commander at the inn and -await his orders, I turned my footsteps back into the town. And as I -walked the path along the tree-lined street, why I should fall to -thinking of Mary Tanner I do not know. I took a squint down at myself in -my sailor finery, and rather admired the way the wide bell-shaped -trousers flapped about my ankles. The wish grew upon me that Mary could -see me as I was. Thus, with my head down, I hastened on, and did not -perceive that an open gate swung across the way until I had run afoul of -it, bows on.</p> - -<p>As I leaned over to rub my shin I heard a laugh, and looking up, there, -not ten feet from me, was the very person who had been in my mind—Mary -Tanner herself! The power is given to women to control the expressions -of their feelings in a manner that fails men altogether. At least I -might say we are more clumsy at it. I was so astounded that I could not -speak a word, and stood there on one leg like a startled sand-piper. She -spoke first.</p> - -<p>"Well, where did you come from?" she laughed, gathering up her apron in -one hand. It had been filled with roses she had been clipping from a -bush.</p> - -<p>If the time had been longer since I had seen her, I think I might have -been tempted to reply from China or some distant port, as her laughter -galled me sharply. But as it was, I answered her somewhat falteringly, -to be sure,</p> - -<p>"From up there," pointing with my fingers toward the north.</p> - -<p>"How did you get away from Gaston?" she asked.</p> - -<p>At the mention of the old man's name I could not help but give a glance -over my shoulder, at which Mary laughed and asked another question.</p> - -<p>"Where did you get those outlandish clothes?"</p> - -<p>"I'm a sailor," I replied, giving a hitch to my trousers.</p> - -<p>"Oh no, you're not," said Mary, throwing back her head. "You're a boy."</p> - -<p>"I wish you a good-morning, Mistress Tanner," I replied, making an -effort to pull off the tight-fitting Portugee cap, and only succeeding -in giving my hair a tweaking. "Good-morning, Mistress Tanner; time has -not improved your manners."</p> - -<p>I walked away, angry. It is no evidence of superior wisdom on my part to -here make an observation; but six months of a town life will change a -woman and teach her more than five years spent on a hill-side farm, and -this is no falsehood. I had gone but a few rods when I heard my name -called, and, looking back, I saw Mary leaning over the fence and -beckoning to me with a rose in her fingers. Affecting a great deal of -leisure, I retraced my steps.</p> - -<p>"Are you really going to sea?" she asked.</p> - -<p>Now although I could see how great the change had been that had come -over her, this was spoken after the old manner; and despite the feeling -that things were not exactly as they had been, I felt more at my ease.</p> - -<p>"I'm one of the crew of the <i>Young Eagle</i>," I replied, and I must -confess it, proudly.</p> - -<p>"My!" was all Mary vouchsafed to this, but I noticed that her eyes -brightened and that she flushed. The rose she had been holding fell from -her hand, and I bent over and picked it up. As I offered to return it, -she looked at me slyly.</p> - -<p>"Why don't you keep it?" she asked.</p> - -<p>"Because you have not given it to me."</p> - -<p>"Then I will give you another."</p> - -<p>As I took the flower she extended, an entirely new sensation thrilled -me, and though this part of our short interview may be interesting or -not, I am glad to set it down fully.</p> - -<p>"Oh, I've got some news to tell," said Mary, looking at me archly.</p> - -<p>"What is it?" I inquired. "Good news?"</p> - -<p>"Yes; I may be rich some day, John."</p> - -<p>"Rich!" I exclaimed. "How is that, pray tell me?"</p> - -<p>"You see, my grandfather who lives in Canada was a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> Tory," Mary -answered. "His name is Middleton—one of the Irish Middletons—and when -he left New London my mother would not go with him, for my father was an -American soldier. Now my grandfather wishes me to come to him."</p> - -<p>"Oh, are you going?" I asked, with my heart beating loudly.</p> - -<p>"Well, I won't go now," Mary replied. "You see, my father is very ill -here at my uncle's." A shade of sadness came into her voice. "He wants -me to go," she continued, "but I won't leave him for any grandfather, no -matter how rich he is."</p> - -<p>"If you went, perhaps I would never see you again," I said faintly.</p> - -<p>"Why," she answered, opening her eyes wide, "you could come and see me."</p> - -<p>"When?"</p> - -<p>"When you got command of your own ship." She smiled as she spoke.</p> - -<p>"I'll have one some day," I spoke up bravely. "And that is what I'll -do."</p> - -<p>But an interruption came to this little dialogue.</p> - -<p>"Look up the street," cried Mary, suddenly pointing.</p> - -<p>I did so, and my heart fell. Here came the frightful old Gaston, -shambling along, with his arms dangling in front of him; his clothes and -head-gear were fit to make a ghost grin. But as if he had been a -schoolmaster and I a truant schoolboy, I dodged through the gate and hid -behind the rose-bush. For years I could not think of this action without -chagrin, but now I could laugh at it.</p> - -<p>"You had better not let him catch you," Mary observed, joining me, and -we peered about the corner of the rose-bush until after Gaston had -passed. That he was in quest of me there was no doubt, and I cannot help -thinking that my evident fear amused Mary Tanner, for she stood there -smiling at me, and pulling at a green branch over her head (oh, I can -well recall how she looked!); but the scene was interrupted by the -approach of a slight, quick-stepping man, who rattled a walking-stick -along the fence-pickets as he came nearer.</p> - -<p>"Here's Captain Temple," I said, straightening up. "Now you'll see -whether I'm a sailor or not."</p> - -<p>When the Captain was opposite the gate I stepped from behind the -rose-bush and saluted.</p> - -<p>"Heigh, oh!" he exclaimed, looking longer at Mary than he did at me. -(She was a tall girl, and appeared older than her years.) "Heigh, oh, -I'm just in time to rescue you, my lad. 'Tis plain you're a prize to -beauty! Ay, and would fly her colors too," he added, pointing to the -rose, which I had thrust in my bosom. As he spoke the officer bowed -gallantly, and Mary dropped him a courtesy.</p> - -<p>"Sorry, lad," Captain Temple went on, "but I may have use for you. Can -you read and write?"</p> - -<p>"Ay, ay, sir; French and English, and Latin too," I answered.</p> - -<p>"Ecod! a scholar, eh?" was the return. "Scholars make bad sailors. But -Bullard has gone to New London, and I would have somebody come to -McCulough's office and help me with the papers. So bid good-by to your -sweetheart, and come along—come along. We'll get under way to-morrow -mayhap, or the day after."</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="500" height="493" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"GOOD-BY, MARY," I SAID, EXTENDING MY HAND, "DON'T FORGET -ME."</span> -</div> - -<p>"Good-by, Mary," said I, extending my hand. "Don't forget me."</p> - -<p>"Good-by," she said simply, and thus we parted.</p> - -<p>I was filled with the idea, as we went down the street, that I would run -across Gaston; but I determined that if this happened, I should not show -the fear of him that I had a few moments since. But we met no one except -some villagers driving their cows to pasture, and approaching the -wharves once more, we entered one of the warehouses, and found awaiting -there a crowd of seamen. They all touched their hats as Captain Temple -and I came to the doorway. A red-faced man with a great bulbous nose and -snuff-powdered coat greeted us.</p> - -<p>"You're late, Captain," he grumbled; "and look at the gentry that have -been awaiting you. There may be some seamen amongst them, but I'll wager -we've got some hog-butchers and tailors here, at any rate."</p> - -<p>He might properly have added pirates in his category, for some of the -men were as rough-looking cut-throats as any one might wish to see.</p> - -<p>"Here, act as shipping-clerk, lad," said Captain Temple, shoving a great -ledger toward me. "And set things down right and ship-shape, too, in -plain English. Never mind the spelling—just so one can read it."</p> - -<p>Luckily it happened that the page before was but half filled, and I saw -at a rapid glance the mode of procedure. I recognized also Bullard's -handwriting. And now began the examination that to me was most -interesting.</p> - -<p>Temple looked at every man, as he presented himself, slowly from top to -toe, and I noticed that many of them gave a shake to their shoulders -when he lowered his eyes, as if a chill had passed over them. The -questions were very simple, consisting in asking the man's name, age, -previous occupation, and the vessel that he had last sailed in, and if -satisfactory, he was told to get his dunnage and present himself at the -pier some time before noon.</p> - -<p>"We have no idlers on board this ship," said the Captain, addressing the -crowd. "If you're not doing one thing, you're doing something else. I -want both-handed men about me."</p> - -<p>In about two hours the work was finished, and Captain Temple, looking -over the ledger, paid me a compliment upon my writing, and expressed the -opinion that evidently I was an old hand; in which I did not contradict -him. Before noon arrived, however, I was almost famished, but I had -found no time to search for anything to eat.</p> - -<p>It had got noised about the lower part of the town that the remaining -part of the crew of the <i>Young Eagle</i> were to debark at that hour, and -quite a crowd had gathered along the shore to see them off. I had -managed to run up to the inn and to secure my small bundle, and had -hastened back again.</p> - -<p>Already a boat-load had gone off to the ship, and as I clambered down -the rough ladder, the crowd and those in the second boat were indulging -in much rough playfulness. It was a very mixed assembly, and there -appeared to be no deep feelings shown in any of the farewells. Just as -we shoved off, I heard my name called—that is, my first name. "John! -John!" said a voice, and looking up, I saw Mary Tanner standing at the -edge of the pier. She waved her hand to me, and then, with a quick -glance about her, kissed it.</p> - -<p>My return to this, which I kept repeating for fully a minute, was not -conspicuous, because half of the men gathered in the stern-sheets were -doing the same thing and indulging in mock-lamentations. Three or four -silent ones, perhaps, felt more deeply than the others.</p> - -<p>As we came alongside the brig, I noticed that her free-board was not -more than six feet amidships, but that her bulwarks were fully the -height of a man's shoulder. Her sides shone as if they had been -varnished, and the brass-work along her rails gleamed like gold. But -when I set my foot on deck, it was then that I was astonished. I have -seen many privateers and vessels of the regular navy since that day, but -never have I seen such a clean sweep of deck and such fine planking in -my life. All the loose running-gear was flemished down neatly, many of -the belaying-pins were of brass, and her broadside of six guns was very -heavy for her tonnage.</p> - -<p>Amidships, carefully lashed and blocked, was a long twelve-pounder. The -others were eighteen-pound carronades. Two brass swivels she carried -besides these—one on her forecastle, and one forward of the wheel on -the quarter-deck. She was built upon a plan different from most of the -vessels of that time, but now become more adopted in America. Instead of -having her greatest breadth well forward, it was farther aft, and she -was cut away like a knife-blade. I have never seen her equal in going -close-hauled; or, in fact, in any point of sailing.</p> - -<p>Now, as I stood there with my bundle in my hand, I longed for some one -to ask questions of, and then I remembered that if we sailed on the -morrow, Plummer would be left behind. Most of the men coming off shore -had carried their hammocks with them, and where I was to get mine I did -not know. But as Captain Temple had been so kind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> to me on shore, I -thought nothing of going to him, and considered that it would be the -best way out of the difficulty, so I stepped up to where he was standing -near the binnacle. He looked at me as if he had never seen me before; in -fact, he appeared a totally different man.</p> - -<p>"Well!" he said, sternly. "Coming aft in this fashion! If you wish to -speak to me, wait at the mast."</p> - -<p>"I have no hammock, sir," I began.</p> - -<p>"Sleep on the deck, then," he returned. "Go forward."</p> - -<p>He spoke to me much as one might address a dog, but there was nothing -for me to do but to obey like one, and I went down the hatchway to the -berth-deck. How so many men were going to sleep in that crowded space I -could not see. They were so close that as they moved about they touched -one another, and so low were the deck-beams that the tallest could not -stand erect, and even I brought up against one with a tremendous whack -that set starry skies before me. To my relief, I perceived that I was -not the only greenhorn, and that there were a few others who knew even -less than I did of what was expected of them.</p> - -<p>A gawky country lad, who had been standing there gorming about -open-mouthed, approached me.</p> - -<p>"Tell me, please," he said, "where are our beds. Where are we going to -sleep?"</p> - -<p>I explained that the long bundles some of the men carried, and that they -were taking up to stow in the nettings on the deck, were hammocks, and -that he would probably have one served to him. He thanked me kindly, and -probably looked upon me as being a very knowing, able seaman.</p> - -<p>The men were joking and cursing roughly, and before we had been on board -ten minutes a fight had started between two half-drunken sailors, which -occasioned only merriment amongst the lookers-on, until a great, -thick-set figure, that I afterwards learned was Edmundson, the third -lieutenant, ran down the companion-ladder, and sent both of the fighters -to the deck with two blows of his great fist.</p> - -<p>"If you're after sore heads, you can get them!" he cried. "But avast -this quarrelling." No one said a word; even the fighters stopped -cursing.</p> - -<p>I was mad for something to eat, for, as I have told, I had had nothing -since the night before; but soon the word was passed through the -forecastle that there would be no grub until the evening, at which there -were many mutterings and more strange oaths. During the afternoon the -crew was divided into watches, and the men were given their numbers and -stations, but so far as I could see no provision was made for their -comfort in any manner; no regular messes had been organized, and at six -o'clock, when we were fed, we sat about in groups on the deck, and ate -with our knives and fingers from the rough tubs; but the feed was -wholesome, and there was plenty of it. I did full justice to a very -healthy appetite.</p> - -<p>Before dark Mr. Bullard came on board. As he walked forward I managed to -catch his eye, and saluted.</p> - -<p>"Ah, here's our sailor fencing-master," he half laughed.</p> - -<p>"Might I have a word with you, sir?" I inquired.</p> - -<p>"What is it?" he said, frowning.</p> - -<p>"There are two country lads on board that have no hammocks; they know -little of shipboard, but are willing. Can you not help them out, sir?"</p> - -<p>I did not tell him that one of the country lads was myself. He muttered -a curse, and here I found out that asking favors of ship's officers -generally makes them cross. But he turned and spoke to an old seaman -standing near by.</p> - -<p>"Willmot, get two hammocks and give them to this lad," he ordered.</p> - -<p>I followed the old sailor to the forward hold, and a few minutes -afterwards presented a new hammock to the lank countryman, and kept the -other myself; following the example of the other seamen, we marked our -names on them in plain, black lettering.</p> - -<p>The countryman, whose name was Amos Craig, and I found a hook forward -and agreed to swing together. It was near the hatchway, but we took it -because the air would be better, and it was already foul from much -breathing. I did not turn in early, being in the first watch, which we -kept as if we were at sea; but that night, as I looked out toward the -lights of the town and realized how great a change the life before was -from that I had been leading, I was half tempted to slip overboard and -make a swim for it, for I felt that all this did not mean liberty. I had -yet to learn that there is freedom in faithful and loyal service.</p> - -<p>I had been much surprised by the difference in the manners shown by -Captain Temple ashore from those on shipboard. This change, however, is -the natural sequence of absolute authority, and the relief occasioned by -being able to throw off responsibility. In after-years I felt it much -the same with me, but in the writing of this tale, as I cannot claim -that I have the power of adding adornment, I also intend to be as free -from moralizing as I can. So, to return to what happened. As I leaned -over the rail, I made up my mind to accept anything that came, and make -the best of it, and to do my duty according to the best of my powers.</p> - -<p>Half of the watch on deck were lying sprawled out and snoring against -the bulwarks, keeping carefully out of the moonlight, for the reason, as -I afterwards learned, that sleeping in the glare of the moon addles -men's brains; but this may be mere superstition.</p> - -<p>Up and down the quarter-deck a restless figure paced in quick, nervous -strides. A sailor, with his heavy hair done in a long queue down his -back, and two small gold rings in his ears, approached me and nudged me -with his knee.</p> - -<p>"Old Never-sleep is on the rampage," he said, directing his thumb over -his shoulder. "We'll catch it to-morrow, you can wager on that, -messmate. I've cruised with him, and I know his tricks!"</p> - -<p>"Is he a good officer?"</p> - -<p>"Ay, good for those who work for him, but he'll hound a shirker till you -can see his bones. Some men on this 'ere craft will wish themselves -overboard before this cruise is over. Jump when he speaks, that's my -advice!"</p> - -<p>Then the man went on to ask me questions. I dodged them as best I could -by asking others, and as he liked to talk, I picked up not a little -worth remembering. I found that Captain Temple had various nicknames -that described his qualifications and characteristics to a nicety. Every -skipper, no matter what his age, is called "old" on shipboard. Temple, I -should judge, had not turned four-and-thirty, although he was slightly -grizzled and his face was weather-seamed. "Anger-eyes" they called him -on account of his keenness of vision. "Old Gimlet-ears," because it was -rumored that he could hear in the cabin what went on in the forecastle. -"Kill Devil," for the reason that he feared not to fight the powers of -hell if they were arrayed against him. But chief of all, "Old -Never-sleep," for a very evident reason. He apparently stood all watches -when there was aught to be gained by vigilance.</p> - -<p>The quartermaster on deck stepped aft as the sailor and I were talking, -and spoke to Captain Temple.</p> - -<p>"Make it so," were the words I caught from the Captain's lips.</p> - -<p>Immediately the musical high-toned bell struck the hour. On the voyage -of the <i>Minetta</i> I had learned to tell time after the manner at sea, and -I knew that the other watch was coming on. In ten minutes I was below in -my hammock.</p> - -<p>So great a number of people composed the <i>Young Eagle</i>'s company that -the men were swinging double in the close-crowded space—that is, one -hammock was underneath the other, the upper lashed high against the -beams, and the lower sagging so that its occupant could touch the deck -with his hand.</p> - -<p>I had never heard such a chorus of snoring and muttering in my life, and -it took me a few minutes to become accustomed to the reeking air. But at -last I dozed off into a fitful rest of ever-changing dreams, and was -awakened by the rolling of a drum and a confused sound of stirring, -cursing, and piping. Now began a day in which I had to face some trials, -I assure you, and call upon many resources that I did not know that I -possessed.</p> - -<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="LAWSONS_INVESTMENT" id="LAWSONS_INVESTMENT">LAWSON'S INVESTMENT</a></h2> - -<h3>BY MAJOR G. B. DAVIS, U.S.A.</h3> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 221px;"> -<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="221" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">LAWSON ON THE WATCH.</span> -</div> - -<p>To begin with, it was not an investment of gold or silver, in land or -bonds, or any of those things for which men vainly toil and strive, in -constant peril of their souls. Of all that, I know nothing. I am simply -to tell how Lawson, a volunteer soldier, defended the Cienega Ranch -during the long hours of a summer day against a band of Mescalero -Apaches, red-handed, thirsting for plunder, and bent upon his -destruction.</p> - -<p>I have said that Lawson was a volunteer soldier. If I rightly understood -him, he was born in Ohio. At any rate, he served in the Ohio infantry, -and enlisted for the war, with a thousand others, in the early fall of -1861. By rights he ought to have been drilled and properly set up and -disciplined in some sort of camp of instruction in Kentucky or southern -Ohio, but there was not thought to be time for that, so great was the -need for men, and so he had to acquire his manual of arms and other -military fundamentals in the field from day to day as he went along. Now -this is not the best way nor the way laid down in the books, but it was -the only way for Lawson, and whatever may be said against it, it is -thorough and to the last degree effective.</p> - -<p>In the raw early spring of 1862, Lawson's regiment, still rusty in its -ployments and facings, and having as yet no abiding knowledge of the -goose step, began its campaigning in West Tennessee. He was at Donelson -and Shiloh, and later got his first lessons in digging and the use of -the head-log at the siege of Corinth. After that was over, he marched -about, hither and yon, as his Generals wished—but somewhat aimlessly as -he thought—in northern Mississippi. This sort of thing was kept up all -through the fall and winter until the spring came, and the Army of the -Tennessee set out to do something at Vicksburg. He did his share of -digging and fighting in the hot trenches there, and then, just as the -cool fall breezes were beginning to blow, he betook himself with Sherman -to the relief of his beleaguered comrades at Chattanooga, arriving just -in time to share in Corse's gallant but unfruitful assault upon the -north end of Missionary Ridge. Always a private, he missed none of the -marching or fighting or digging of the Atlanta campaign, and closed the -year '64 with the long sweet-potato walk to Savannah and the sea. Then -he waded and toiled up through the miry Carolinas, adding not a little -to his military stature and to his stock of technical war knowledge in -the way of corduroying and trestle bridges, and at Bentonville finished, -as he had begun, a private, full of dearly bought experience, fuller -still of malaria, an expert in all the arts of defence, a resolute and -resourceful soldier, who had been tried on many an emergent occasion, -and who had stood shoulder to shoulder with the boys whenever they lined -up at the sound of the long-roll or rushed to the parapet to repel the -assaults of the enemy.</p> - -<p>At last, when the whole thing was over, and he had been paid off and -discharged, and had spent the greater part of the little that was coming -to him in seeing the great world that lay between Pittsburg and -Columbus, Lawson fared back to the peaceful Maumee Valley, with his -chills and fever and his slender resources, only to find himself a sort -of living vacancy in the body-politic. Look where he would, there seemed -to be no place open for an old soldier like him in the changed order of -things that somehow seemed to prevail in the little community which he -called his home. He was in no sense a "hustler," he had no trade but -war, no capital save his strong arms and an honest heart, and no -powerful friends to push him in any direction, and so, after many -disappointments, it came about that he drifted down to Cincinnati, and -there enlisted in the regular army. He had served side by side with the -regulars for four long years, and they were now the only folk with whose -goings and comings he was familiar; and for the first time since his -discharge he felt at home among the lean infantrymen as he ate his bacon -and beans in the company kitchen, and took his turn at guard, as he had -been used to do, or discussed the characters of his Generals with the -old men who had served under them when they were Lieutenants in Mexico, -in the hazy days before the war, when men's minds were at peace and -soldiering a trade worth thinking of.</p> - -<p>The days rolled into weeks and months. There was little to do, there -were many to do it, and he was content, ay, happy—happier than he had -been at any time, that he could remember, since the winter quarters at -Chattanooga, after the blockade was broken and fresh beef and soft bread -were issued every day. But this was altogether too good a thing to last, -and the end came one day when a big detachment of ex-deserters and -bounty-jumpers were assigned to the Fourteenth, and the good times were -gone forever. To Lawson it was an enigma, and he gave it up, but it came -about in this way: When the great volunteer armies were disbanded and -sent to their homes, there remained on hand a residuum of deserters and -men without souls, who had been bought with a price, but who belonged to -no regiment, and so were kept in pay when the rest were mustered out and -discharged. Of a sudden it occurred to the powers that this unpromising -material might be put to some use in filling the depleted ranks of the -regular army.</p> - -<p>But fire and water will not mix, and if honest dough-boys be shaken -together with such sons of Belial the regimental traditions will suffer, -and discipline will surely come to naught. And so it happened that the -old Fourteeth had to undergo all the pangs of dyspepsia before it could -make way with the indigestible mass that had thus been cast upon it. -There is no telling what dire happening would have come to the regiment -had this state of things been allowed to continue indefinitely. A period -was put to it at last, however, by a telegram, which came to the -commanding officer at dead of night, transferring the Fourteenth to -Arizona. Then it was that the deserters and bounty-jumpers held council -of the situation, and being of one mind as to the unpleasing outlook, -took wing and troubled the service no more, and the old Fourteenth, -weaker in numbers but stronger in <i>men</i> than it had been since -Fredericksburg, was landed at Yuma, where it was appointed to garrison -the abandoned posts and protect the overland mail from the depredations -of the Apaches, who had been working their will of late upon the -unprotected settlements in southeastern Arizona. Here, taking his -chances with the rest, and doing his full share of escort and fatigue, -Lawson served "honestly and faithfully," as it ran in his discharge -papers, until his term expired and he was a free man again. And then it -was that he went up to keep the mail station at the Cienega.</p> - -<p>The Cienega, or, to give the place its fall name, the Cienega de las -Pimas, was a low-lying, swampy valley through which a small stream ran, -alternately rising and sinking after the manner of creeks and rivers in -Arizona. To the west, twenty-eight miles away, was the pueblo of Tucson, -a cathedral town, once the capital of the territory. To the east, -twenty-two miles distant, was the middle crossing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> of the San Pedro. To -the north there was nothing; while to the south were the Whetstone -Mountains, then old Camp Wallen, the Patagonia Mine, and Old Mexico. The -Cienega itself was flat, infested with all manner of poisonous vermin, -submerged in the rainy season, and miry and impassable, in a military -sense, at all times. It was also malarial, and to the last degree -unlovely to the eye. A few dead cottonwood-trees, upon which the owls -creaked at sunset, rose stiffly here and there out of the general dead -level of sacaton grass and chaparral, while the tarantula and centipede -and the ubiquitous rattlesnake reserved to their unhallowed uses the -moist, impenetrable depths below. The station had been located just -where it was because it broke into two fairly equal parts the long -fifty-mile drive from Tucson to the crossings of the San Pedro. Wagon -trains and occasional parties of prospectors or travellers camped at the -Cienega on their way to the White Mountains, or to the Apache Pass and -New Mexico, and from their small needs in the way of refreshment for man -and beast Lawson and his partner eked out an extremely moderate -existence. At very rare intervals a troop of regular cavalry passed that -way, and the ranchmen ministered to its needs in the way of long forage -to the extent of twenty dollars or more. These were red-letter days for -Lawson—a very gold-mine, indeed—and led him to hope that, sometime in -the uncertain future, he might be able to leave the Cienega forever, and -go back to Ohio, where green grass and tall trees grew, where churches -and kindred were, and where he might, perhaps, take a new start in life -in a land beyond the dim eastern mountains, where pistols were not, and -where civilization flourished throughout the year. This was a dream that -came to Lawson in the night when a big escort camped at the Cienega and -he could eat and sleep in peace.</p> - -<p>No one who knows Arizona need be told that the Apaches were particularly -bad in the early seventies. No place outside the towns or beyond the -lines of the garrisoned forts was safe from their incursions. -Depredations were of daily occurrence, and were only desisted from when -there were no white men left to kill and no horses or cattle to steal -and carry away. A single traveller journeyed south of the Gila and east -of the Santa Cruz, not simply at his peril, but to certain, inevitable -death. It was the same with two, or three; if four travelled together, -one had a running chance to escape if the marauding party was less than -ten, or if the attack came within an hour of darkness. On the whole, the -best local judgment, both civil and military, was that five persons, -alert, fully armed, and, above all, judiciously scattered along the -trail, were the smallest company that could venture into the country -ranged over by the Mescalero or Chiricahui Indians with any chance of -getting out alive. The roads were dotted with the graves of those who -had paid, with their lives, the awful penalty of being too venturesome, -and the isolated ranches were heavily barred and otherwise defended -against the common enemy. The Cienega was no exception to the rule; -indeed, on account of its perilous situation, it had one or two -defensive features which less-exposed ranches lacked, and which I shall -presently describe. Partly because it was located near the junction of -several large north and south Indian trails, and partly because of the -ease with which it could be approached from the dense chaparral, it was -always surrounded by hostile Apaches, and its occupants went in and out -under their constant observation.</p> - -<p>The ranch building proper, for there was but one, stood on the east bank -of the muddy creek, just above where the old overland stage-road had -managed to find a practicable crossing. As the trail left the ford, it -wound sharply up the slope and passed between the ranch building and a -huge outcrop of volcanic rocks which stood directly opposite the main -entrance to the inner court, or corral. This pile of rocks had been -regarded as having some defensive value when the ranch was built, -apparently with the idea that, in the event of an attack, it might serve -as a kind of outwork which could be defended for several hours before -the garrison would be compelled to fall back to the shelter of the ranch -proper. It was also so situated that, in case of siege, a small party -could sally out of the main building and find cover behind the rocks -long enough to enable its defenders to get a supply of water from the -creek.</p> - -<p>The enclosure, which was rectangular in plan, measured about sixty feet -on each front or side. The middle of the front wall, facing the north, -was pierced by a sally-port, or entranceway, about fifteen feet in -width, which was closed by a heavy oaken gate. In conformity to the -style of domestic architecture prevailing in all Spanish-American -countries, where life and property are less safe than they are in the -lands more favored of Heaven where the Anglo-Saxon dwells, this gateway -was the only means by which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> an entrance could be effected, as the other -walls were without openings of any kind save those which looked upon the -inner court. The rudely constructed interior can be quickly described. -On the east side of the entrance was a large living-room some twenty -feet square; on the west were several smaller rooms for horse-gear and -the storage of grain. The other three sides were roofed, but not -otherwise enclosed, and were used as stables.</p> - -<p>At the southeast corner, opposite the living-room, Lawson had built a -circular flanking tower, which projected a little more than three feet -beyond the outer walls, and from this corner tower, which was loopholed, -the east and south sides of the enclosure could be raked or flanked. It -was a novel construction, and Mexican cargadors, wrapped in their -serapes of manta, sat squat on their haunches and soberly regarded it -for hours, wondering at the Gringo's strange conceit in building. -Curious travellers casually observed it in passing, and thought it a -spring-house, or perhaps a place where whiskey and other precious -valuables could be safely deposited; but none, even the most -inquisitive, suspected its real purpose or gave it a moment's serious -thought. We shall presently see, however, how useful it proved to be.</p> - -<p>The living-room was simple and plain to the last degree. In the first -place, there was a fireplace of adobe, at which all the cooking was -done; there were two rude bunks, in which Lawson and his partner slept, -and there was a rough table, made out of a discarded hardtack box, which -stood under the window overlooking the interior court. These, with a -half-dozen stout chairs with rawhide seats, completed the scanty array -of furniture. Each man wore a pistol and a thimble-belt always, and was -never far from a repeating Winchester rifle. At the head of each bed, -ready for instant use, stood a perfect arsenal of weapons of all dates -and calibres. Some were modern, and likely to be of service in an -emergency, the rest were antiquated and obsolete, mere bric-ŕ-brac -indeed, and were kept because, as Lawson put it, "they might come in -handy sometime."</p> - -<p>So, as the matter stood, the garrison—that is, Lawson and his partner -Green, an ex-Confederate from the Army of Northern Virginia—had thought -the thing all over, and settled in their minds that, in the event of an -attack, they would proceed in about this wise. If the attack came from -the north, which was by all odds the most exposed and dangerous quarter, -they would first hold the rock outwork to the last extremity. It was -agreed between them that their principal danger would consist in an -attempt on the part of the Indians to scale the walls, either to make a -lodgement on the roof or to set it on fire. Now if such an attempt -happened to be made on the east or south side, which was commanded by -the flanking tower, the garrison would be heard from, and serious injury -might be inflicted upon the assailants—enough, perhaps, to hold them in -check until the mail-drivers, who passed daily in either direction, -could carry the alarm to the regular cavalry posts at Tucson and the -Apache Pass. It should be said, however, that so much of the partners' -ingenious plan of defence as depended upon the arrival of a mail-rider -was, at best, a feeble reliance, as they were more likely to be killed -than not in the event of an attack; but feeble as it was, it was all -that seemed to stand between the occupants of the ranch and a lingering -death by torture, should the Apaches conclude to make a descent in force -upon the Cienega; and thus matters stood there just before sunrise on -the morning of the 21st of July, 1870.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="400" height="535" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">AS GREEN SPED THROUGH HE FELT THE HOT BREATH OF HIS -PARTNER'S WINCHESTER.</span> -</div> - -<p>The attack came about in this way: At the gray of dawn, Green, who was -astir feeding the animals, as was his custom, fancied that he heard some -suspicious noises among the hogs who were hunting young rattlesnakes in -the big rock pile in front of the main door. Seizing his rifle, he -unfastened the gate and stole cautiously out across the road, and pushed -up, under cover of the bowlders, to a point of vantage from which he -could overlook the swamp lying to the northward. He had hardly reached -shelter when two sharp reports rang out in the still morning air, <i>not -from the swamp in front, but from the road at his right and rear</i>! -Green's soldierly instinct told him what this meant, and before the -reports had ceased to echo he plunged back across the road, and shot -through the big gate in safety. As Green sped through the storm of -bullets, closely followed by an athletic warrior, he felt the hot breath -of a rifle-ball from his partner's Winchester, which brought down his -pursuer stone-dead well within the entrance-gate. The long-looked-for -attack had come, and the first brief passage at arms was over. Save that -their skins were whole, the partners had but little to congratulate -themselves upon. The first step in their carefully elaborated plan of -defence had utterly miscarried. Green had been compelled by a flank -attack to abandon the outwork without even an attempt at resistance. -Lawson had tried to shut the gate, but had failed, and it was now too -late to undertake so dangerous a task under the rifles of a score or -more of Apache warriors, who, from their perches in the rocks, now fully -commanded every approach to the building from the north.</p> - -<p>So the partners fell back towards the south wall of the enclosure, and -established themselves among the kicking-posts, in a position from which -they could still command the half-open gateway. It would now seem as if -the Indians had it in their power to carry the building by a single bold -rush through the entrance-gate; and that is precisely what would have -happened had the attacking party been composed of white men, or of Sioux -Indians or Cheyennes—or Nez Percés, for that matter—but the Apache is -a brutal coward, and doesn't do things that way. With him the taking of -human life is always a means to an end. His first object is plunder, and -he kills whatever stands between him and the object of his unholy -desire. But he does nothing blindly or without carefully calculating all -the chances, so as to eliminate or reduce to a minimum the risk of -losing his own worthless life or those of his companions in iniquity. A -marauding party will spend hours in planning the murder of a mail-rider, -and will arrange every detail with such devilish cunning as to leave -their victim absolutely no loophole of escape.</p> - -<p>And this, strangely enough, was Lawson's present salvation. The Indians -did not know how many men there were in the ranch, or how they were -posted. Until they had gained this information, the partners could count -upon it that there would be no assault by way of the half-closed gate, -as it shut out from view more than half of the interior of the court. A -thorough knowledge of their wily enemies, however, served to determine -the next step in their scheme of defence. It is a dogma of the Apache's -crude and grewsome religious belief that some dire happening will befall -the band that leaves its dead in the hands of an enemy. Now Green's -pursuer, carried forward by the tremendous pace at which he was running, -had fallen, as we have seen, well within the gateway, and his dead body -was stretched out in full view of the partners from their station in the -corral. It was certain as anything in Apache warfare could be that the -next move of the enemy would be to recover the body of the dead Indian; -the only question was as to whether, in making the attempt, they would -charge in considerable force or intrust the difficult task to the -prowess of a single warrior.</p> - -<p>The garrison had not long to wait. There was a hurried conference among -the rocks, a scratching of moccasined feet on the hard clay without the -gate, and then the notes of the death-song rose on the morning breeze as -a lusty warrior made a dash for the body of his comrade. As he bent to -lift his ghastly burden, he fell under the sight of Lawson's rifle and -dropped across the lifeless body of his companion. There were now two -dead Apaches in the gateway under control of the partners' rifles, and -to Lawson's mind the next move of the enemy was perfectly clear. For -their souls' peace, the bodies of the dead must be gotten back at all -hazards. The attempt was only a question of time, and of a short time at -that. The only hope in the situation for the partners was that the rush, -when it came, would be for the sole purpose of recovering the bodies, -and that the Indians would not succeed at the same time in gaining a -view of the defenceless interior. And so, as matters stood, if the -partners could in some way manage to delay the recovery of the bodies, -there would be so much time gained, and they would increase to that -extent their slender chance of relief. It must be confessed that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> -outlook was far from cheerful. The cloudless sky glared over them, and -the stifling heat reflected from the white clay floor penetrated every -corner of the enclosure as the morning hours slowly burned themselves -away. An ominous silence reigned without everywhere, and neither sight -nor sound came from the enemy to relieve the consuming anxiety of the -beleaguered garrison.</p> - -<p>Through the partly open gate nothing could be seen of what was happening -outside, for a chopping-log intervened in such a way as to shut out from -their view the narrow opening under the gate, between its lower rail and -the ground. As the sun rose higher and began to light up the dark -passageway leading out of the enclosure, it occurred to Green that by -moving down a stall or two nearer the front it would be just possible -for him to see out, <i>under the gate</i>, from beyond the end of the -chopping-log, and thus, perhaps, get some notion of the movements of the -enemy. And so, quietly communicating his intention to his comrade, he -cautiously pulled himself along by the hay-racks to gain his point of -view.</p> - -<p>Just as he was straining his neck to get sight of the opening under the -gate, he was brought to his feet by a shot from his partner's -Winchester, only to find that his manœuvre was too late—<i>the bodies -of the Indians were gone</i>. Lawson, who was standing erect, had seen the -bodies begin to move, and had fired somewhat at random, in the hope of -preventing their recovery. He was not successful, however, and he could -only look on as they slowly disappeared from his view. The partners -looked at each other in silence. Each changed his tobacco slightly and -tightened his thimble-belt, but otherwise made no sign. Both knew only -too well what the movement meant. It was now a matter of watching out -the day, not knowing when or in what form the direful end would come. It -seemed idle to count upon anything in the shape of relief from the -mail-drivers, who were really in greater peril than themselves, as the -Indians were watching the roads for some distance in either direction. -More than this, the buckboard from the west would not reach the Cienega -until midnight, while the driver from the San Pedro crossing, though due -just after dark, if he were so fortunate as to escape with his life, -would have a stiff hundred-mile drive to double back to the cavalry post -at Apache Pass. They knew that Colonel Stanwood, its able and resolute -commander, would start at the first note of alarm, and ride hard and -fast to their relief; but push as he might, the distance was great, and -the better part of twenty-four hours would be consumed in covering the -hot hundred-mile march across a waterless desert that lay between his -post and the beleaguered garrison at the Cienega.</p> - -<p>The sun grew hotter, the blinding glare increased, the morning breeze -fell away, and not a sound from the enemy reached the strained ears of -Lawson and his comrade. The hours dragged heavily along until the sun -stood past noon, and still the partners kept their weary vigil, and -strained eye and ear for some sign or sound of the enemy. Their -continued silence was felt by the garrison to be due to the fact that -part of the Indians had gone some distance away to bury their dead in -the rocks, or hide them from view in the dark fastnesses of the swamp; -but when and in what manner they would renew the assault was still a -mystery past their solving.</p> - -<p>Suddenly, an hour or more past midday, Lawson, who had crawled down -towards the living-room in quest of water, heard a faint grating sound -which seemed to come from the top of the corral wall upon which the flat -roof of the stable rested. Springing back into the corner tower, and -adjusting his eye to the loophole, the plan of the assailants could be -seen at a glance. The Indians had brought a light cottonwood log from -the ruins of a disused bridge, a mile or more up the road, and were now -attempting to scale the wall with a view to set fire to the rough thatch -which covered the stables at the northeastern corral. As Lawson reached -the loophole, an athletic Apache had succeeded in reaching the top of -the wall, while two of his fellows, standing on the ground, held the -pole steadily between them as their companion climbed. It seemed never -to have entered their heads that their movements could be observed from -the flanking tower, or that they were in danger from any other quarter -than the entrance-gate in the north wall of the enclosure. They were now -to get their first lesson in civilized warfare, and a sorrowful lesson -it was to be for the scaling party.</p> - -<p>Taking in the situation at a glance, Lawson summoned his comrade with a -gesture, and they quickly agreed upon their plan. The loophole in the -north side of the tower, which commanded a view of the assaulting party, -was about eighteen inches high and hardly more than two inches wide at -the outside, but as it entered the wall it flared or opened to a width -of nearly a foot in order to give the defenders a greater field of fire. -To insure the greatest results, both were to fire together. Lawson, who -was the taller of the two men, was to fire from the top of the loophole -and was to bring down the Indian who had climbed the pole and had just -succeeded in starting a little blaze in the dry tulle grass at the edge -of the loosely thatched roof. Green, who was to give the signal, was to -fire below Lawson, and was to wait until his sights covered the two -Apaches who were steadying the pole. It seemed to Lawson, whose task was -easy, as if the signal would never come. First one Indian would stoop to -adjust his hold, then the other would move forward; then for an instant -both would cross each other as they strove to keep the pole from -turning. At last, after what seemed an age of waiting, the warrior at -the top, satisfied with his incendiary endeavor, signalled to his -comrades below to hold fast and make ready to descend. As the Indians at -the bottom braced themselves squarely to steady the improvised ladder, -the signal came, and two deafening reports rang out in the burning air, -filling the narrow tower with smoke so dense as for a time to conceal -the enemy from view. As the smoke slowly cleared away, the partners -anxiously looked out. <i>The scaling party were nowhere to be seen!</i> The -climber and one of his supporters lay dead at the foot of the wall. -Above them the thatch was beginning to crackle and burn. The other had -disappeared from view, but the sounds of scurrying feet in front of the -ranch, however, made it plain to the little garrison that he had not -escaped scot-free. The partners silently shook hands, and for the first -time since the investment began, renewed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> their chews of tobacco and -made a general and deliberate readjustment of their clothing and -cartridge-belts.</p> - -<p>Assault number two had been repulsed, and the Apaches had had their -first lesson in modern fortification. But they were apt pupils, and, as -will presently be seen, were to apply their dearly bought knowledge in a -manner most surprising to the closely besieged ranchmen. Now the -besetting sin of all flanking arrangements is the "dead angle," well -known to all military men, and studiously avoided by them in all -defensive constructions. That the reader may rightly know what awful -misfortune resulted to Lawson from his neglect in this particular, I -will explain as best I may the mystery of the dead angle. Now a bastion -or corner tower, or what device soever may be resorted to by those -skilled in the art of fortification to bring a cross or raking fire -along the exposed face of a fort or a field-work, <i>must itself be -flanked</i> in some way, else its defensive value is lost, and it becomes a -source of weakness to the besieged, and gives a great and positive -advantage to the besieger. For an enemy may approach its outer or -unflanked side with impunity, and work there such havoc as he wills; and -to this space, not swept by fire from any other part of the work, -military men have given the name of dead angle.</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 252px;"> -<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="252" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">ALMOST INSTANTLY LAWSON FIRED UPWARD AT RANDOM.</span> -</div> - -<p>So it chanced that when Lawson—who, as we have seen, had not been -trained in the schools—was constructing his corner tower, he had cut -loopholes close to the eastern and southern walls, through which those -fronts might be raked along their entire length, but it had not occurred -to him that, by omitting the loopholes in the outer circumference of his -tower, he left a large dead angle against which an assault could be -brought which the garrison would be utterly powerless to hinder or -obstruct.</p> - -<p>The Indians, after their second rebuff, seemed to have again gone into -silent committee of the whole, and were now brewing another scheme of -assault which should take into account the white man's new engine of -destruction. The sun was beginning to cast slanting shadows from the -west, but the heat and glare showed no sign of relenting, and the close -corner tower glowed like a living furnace. As the Indians seemed to have -given up all thought of an assault by the entrance, gate, the partners -determined to abandon the general defence of the interior, and restrict -their endeavors to the flanking tower. And so, panting with heat and -tortured by thirst, the defenders stood at their posts, each watching -from his loophole the angle of ground outside the walls that fell within -the limits of his narrow view, and waited, stoically, for what the -afternoon was to bring in the way of unwelcome or dangerous surprise. As -we are about to see, the outcome of their waiting was not to be long -delayed.</p> - -<p>The declining shadows marked about the hour of four as Lawson drew back -suddenly from his loophole and cast a searching glance upward at the -low-hanging roof. In a moment a suspicious noise which had caught his -ear was renewed. <i>It was the grating sound again</i>, as of crackling -adobe, but nearer; and there could be no mistaking its ominous meaning. -Suddenly Green touched his partner, and pointed up to the thatch, where -a few fragments of adobe, dislodged by the jar outside, were falling -over their very heads, showing that the enemy were at work in the dead -angle where there were no loopholes. The Indians had discovered the weak -point in their scheme of flank defence, and the garrison was now -absolutely at their mercy. The exact purpose of the enemy was not yet -quite plain. If it were another endeavor to burn the roof, there was -still a shadow of hope. If the Indians were going to attempt to breach -the walls, or, worse, moisten them with water from the creek and saw -them down with a horsehair lariat, then the end was indeed near. -Meantime the noise increased; there was a scraping of feet on the dry -thatch on the top of the wall, then a shot, and Green, with a bullet -through his brain, fell dead at his comrade's feet. Almost instantly -Lawson fired upward at random, and a heavy thud on the ground outside -evidenced the success of his endeavor to avenge his comrade, and the -temporary failure of the enemy's new plan of assault.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 233px;"> -<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="233" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">HE NO LONGER HOPED NOR FEARED.</span> -</div> - -<p>Alone with his dead, Lawson now stoically awaited the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> end. The Indians -were maddened at their losses; darkness was still some hours away, and -death by torture or, at the last extremity, by his own hand seemed to -the exhausted survivor a question of but a few moments' time. Having -solved the mystery of the dead angle, a dozen warriors could now climb -the tower, or if their next attempt were as original in its conception -as the last, a single Apache, from the top of the pole, could hold his -rifle over the roof and riddle the interior with perfect safety. To add -to his peril, the afternoon breeze from the north had sprung up, and the -gate was beginning to swing slowly back and forth; the least stiffening, -and the gate would be blown open and the whole interior exposed to view.</p> - -<p>Still the silence continued, and Lawson stood by his dead partner and -mechanically turned the cylinder of his revolver as he speculated idly -whether the last cartridge, which he had reserved for himself, would -miss fire when the awful emergency came. They had missed so often—for -it was in the early days of metallic ammunition, and pistol cartridges -were notoriously unreliable. If it did fail, they would give him no -chance to try again. He no longer hoped nor feared; his past was an -eventless, uninteresting blank, which he had neither will nor power to -recall. Dazed at the happenings of the day, his busy brain ceased to -plan; he leaned on his rifle and strove to breathe in the stifling -atmosphere, and waited for what the next instant was to bring. How long -this continued he could never tell. He could only remember how his heart -started to beat as he heard, through the northern loophole, the faint -tinkling of a distant bell. Could it be so? Again he strained his ear to -listen, and again came the harsh tinkling. There could be no doubt of -it; it was relief at last, unexpected and unhoped-for, and seemed to -have come to him from the blazing skies. A train of freight-wagons, -heavily manned, which he had supposed to be still on the Yuma desert, -had left Tucson at dawn of day, and was now slowly making its way -through the swamp, intending to make camp at the Cienega ere the sun -went down. The Indians had accurately measured its strength, and -recognizing their utter inability to cope with twenty well armed -teamsters, had decamped as quietly and silently as they had come, and -the siege was over.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="LUCK_THAT_FELL_FROM_THE_SKIES" id="LUCK_THAT_FELL_FROM_THE_SKIES">LUCK THAT FELL FROM THE SKIES.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY ALBERT LEE.</h3> - -<p>It was an unusually cold Christmas eve, and the keen wind that had come -close after the heavy snow-storm was blowing little white drifts up into -every corner, and howling around the eaves of the tall houses in a way -that made people turn their collars up high about their necks and thrust -their hands deep into pockets and muffs. Nevertheless the streets were -full of shoppers, and every one seemed to be loaded with bundles and -packages that were surely full of all sorts of good things for old -people and young children for the celebration of the morrow.</p> - -<p>Just around the corner from one of the busiest of the shopping streets -stood three boys stamping their feet over an iron grating, through which -arose the warm air from an eating-house kitchen in the cellar below, -bringing occasionally an odor which, to them at least, was savory. The -three boys were all of about the same age, and all were engaged in the -same enterprise of selling newspapers—an enterprise which had not -proved particularly remunerative on this particular day, as the -wayfarers seemed to be engrossed in matters more important to them than -the reading<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> of news. One of the lads had red hair, and was known to his -companions as "Ratsey" Finnigan. The names of the other two were -similarly characteristic of newsboy cognomens—"Swipes" Molloy, and -"Tag" McTaggart. The boys were discussing the probability of their -getting a Christmas dinner—a prospect which was apparently not very -bright.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> -<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="700" height="494" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"WELL, DEN," REMARKED SWIPES, "I GUESS WE'RE ALL TREE UP -AGIN IT."</span> -</div> - -<p>"Well, den," remarked Swipes, as he stood alternately on one foot, and -then on the other, "I guess we're all t'ree up agin it."</p> - -<p>"It looks dat way, sure," assented Ratsey; "except Tag goes to de -mission."</p> - -<p>"Ah-h, de mission!" exclaimed Tag, scornfully. "Don't youse fellers know -dey won't let me into de mission no more?"</p> - -<p>"Didn't youse go fer T'anksgivin'?" asked Ratsey.</p> - -<p>"Sure, I did; an' didn't I get fired out?"</p> - -<p>"What fer?" inquired the red-haired lad, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"Scrappin'," was the laconic reply. And then, as his companions seemed -to require fuller explanation, he continued: "Dat blue-faced Mike sat -nex' to me at de table, an' he took me pie off o' me. So I handed him -one in the face, and he yelled like he was hurted, but he was not hurted -a bit, and he falls down on de table an' makes a big bluff—wid me pie -in his pockut all de time. Well, Pink-whiskers, de super, he seen me hit -Mike, and he rushes up ter me, and grabs me, and turns me out, and says -as how I'll never come inside de mission to grub again." There was a -brief silence, then Tag continued, "But I got square wid Mike de nex' -day."</p> - -<p>"Did youse do him?" asked Ratsey.</p> - -<p>"Did I <i>do</i> him?" repeated Tag. "Have youse <i>seen</i> him?" Neither of his -listeners had seen the unfortunate Mike. "Well," added Tag, "I guess his -mudder 'ain't got t'rough pickin' up de pieces yet. I 'ain't been down -to Hester Street to see, neider."</p> - -<p>"Den, if youse is fruz outen de mission," said Swipes, "sure, we'll all -have to hustle fer a Christmas feed."</p> - -<p>"'Less it drops from der sky," put in the hopeful Ratsey; and then all -three danced vigorously on the grating.</p> - -<p>By the time they had reached this conclusion it had grown dark—or as -dark as it ever gets in the shopping district of the great city, where -the hundreds of electric lights blink and twinkle over the sidewalks. -There seemed now to be a lull in the rush of people that had been -surging up and down the thoroughfare all the afternoon, and when one of -the boys looked up at a big clock a block away, he saw that it was past -six o'clock.</p> - -<p>"Let's go over to de dago's an' touch him," suggested Tag, when the hour -had been announced; "we won't sell no more papes now till de late extrys -is out."</p> - -<p>"Dat's what," returned Swipes. "We touch de dago! If we gets grub -ter-night, we calls it a Christmas-eve dinner!"</p> - -<p>And so the three youngsters, with their hands deep in the pockets of -their scant trousers, started off westward toward "the dago's." The -"dago" was a good-hearted Italian who ran a cheap restaurant on Tenth -Avenue, and he was always generous with what came away from the tables, -especially to the newsboys. But it was not often that Tag and Swipes and -Ratsey would call upon him, for their hunting-grounds were usually too -far away; on this occasion, however, the boys had invaded the shopping -district, hoping to dispose more rapidly of their wares.</p> - -<p>They whistled as they trudged along the slippery sidewalks, but wasted -few words in conversation. They crossed Sixth Avenue, and by the time -they had reached Seventh Avenue they had left the Christmas shoppers -behind them. Only an occasional woman passed them, hurrying homeward; -and if she carried a bundle, it was a very small one. When they came to -Ninth Avenue they turned up one block in order to come out nearer to the -"dago's." The thoroughfare was dark and almost deserted, and the snow -deadened every sound but the roaring of the elevated cars. As the three -boys passed under the iron structure a train went tearing uptownward -with a clatter that made Ratsey exclaim:</p> - -<p>"Golly, dat's a express, sure! I wish't I was in it; de cars is warm!" -He had hardly spoken these words, and the noise of the wheels was -already lessening in the distance, when something struck him on the head -with a soft thud, and rolled him headlong into the slush underfoot. -"Gee!" he exclaimed, as he scrambled to his feet. But before he could -say anything more Swipes and Tag had shouted, "Hi-yi!" and "Shut up!" -and had turned to gather up what looked to Ratsey like a hundred bundles -scattered about in the snow.</p> - -<p>"Swipe 'em and run," whispered Tag; and Ratsey, with an inborn instinct -to get all he could out of this world, grabbed all he saw, and started -on a run after his two companions toward Tenth Avenue. A butcher who had -seen the bundles fall from the elevated train as it rushed by came out -of his shop and shouted at the boys, but they heeded no calls, and were -well out of sight before the man had thought of pursuit.</p> - -<p>As soon as they had reached a dark spot in the side street, they dodged -into an area to see if they were being chased, and upon making certain -that no one was after them, they set out again and made rapidly toward -the "dago's." On the way they made up a story to tell to the Italian, -and upon entering the place, Tag accounted for the large number of -packages they had by announcing that they were delivering Christmas -purchases. He also asked the "dago" if they might lay their bundles out -on a table in his place, and go over them for easier distribution. There -were few customers on hand, and the good-natured Italian let the boys -into one of the dozen "parlors" that his restaurant consisted -of—stalls, curtained off, and lighted with an oil-lamp that hung down -from the ceiling. In some of the other stalls were Italian laborers -eating and smoking and talking loud.</p> - -<p>The boys drew their curtain carefully, and amid much excitement placed -eleven bundles on the little table between them. These packages were -from a number of different shops, but had evidently all been done up -into one large bundle by the owner for convenience in carrying. The fall -of the greater package, however, had reduced it again to its elements.</p> - -<p>"Now we all opens one package at a time," whispered Swipes, eagerly, at -the same time grabbing the largest of the lot. The other boys likewise -seized two promising-looking parcels, and snapped the twine. Then -followed exclamations, subdued "ohs!" and "ahs!"—and cries of delight -were restrained with the greatest difficulty. The pangs of hunger were -entirely forgotten. Tag's package proved to be a good-sized box full of -Christmas-tree decorations—candles, globes, glass balls, tinsel, stars, -cornucopias, miniature toys of various kinds, bells, and any number of -other things. These were all taken out and passed around.</p> - -<p>Swipes had drawn three dolls, and was somewhat disgusted (although he -asked Tag what he thought they would "sell for"); but Ratsey was wild -with delight, for he had opened a box of soldiers. This, of course, -brought the others to his side at once, and the soldiers were taken out -of the box and lined up on the table, and a battle was about to be -inaugurated, when Tag suggested that all the other bundles be opened to -see if there were not more troops available for the slaughter.</p> - -<p>Then followed the breaking of every string and the unwrapping of every -parcel on the table, but no more soldiers were forth-coming. There were -a Noah's ark, and some picture-books, a train of cars, blocks, puzzles, -a horn (which Ratsey almost blew before Tag throttled him), a box of -writing-paper, a pocket-book, and a set of garden tools. When these -treasures lay heaped upon the table, the boys very nearly had spasms, -for such a wealth of playthings they had never seen before (having -always been chased out of toy-shops by officious and unfeeling -salesmen).</p> - -<p>"Findin's is keepin's, I suppose," remarked Swipes, presently.</p> - -<p>So engrossed had they all been in the examination of the toys that this -feature of the situation had not entered the minds of Tag and Ratsey.</p> - -<p>"Say, it's an awful lot to keep," began Tag, hesitatingly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> - -<p>"We can give some uv it to oder kids," ventured Swipes.</p> - -<p>"Really, dough," put in Ratsey, fondling one of the soldiers, "it ain't -really ourn."</p> - -<p>"Well, whose is it?" inquired Swipes.</p> - -<p>This, of course, was a staggerer, and Ratsey had no reply to make.</p> - -<p>"Sure, it's de bloke's what dropped it offen de train," said Tag, -presently.</p> - -<p>"An' who's he?" asked Swipes.</p> - -<p>"Dun'no'."</p> - -<p>"You'd 'a' found out if youse hadn't runned!" said Ratsey.</p> - -<p>"Didn't youse run wid us?" retorted Swipes.</p> - -<p>"Sure, I did," admitted Ratsey, "an' who wouldn't? But these ain't ourn, -and we ought ter take 'em back. Dey's fer some rich kid's Christmas -tree."</p> - -<p>"How'll you find out what kid?" continued Swipes, who really harbored no -evil intentions, but was extremely desirous of finding it impossible to -make restitution. "Dere ain't no names on de papers."</p> - -<p>Whereupon the three boys carefully examined every piece of -wrapping-paper, but the name of a purchaser was to be found on none.</p> - -<p>"If dere wasn't so much," stammered Tag, "I wouldn't mind. But dem -t'ings must 'a' cost a hunnerd dollars!"</p> - -<p>"Ah-h," sneered Swipes, "a hunnerd dollars! Youse never bought no toys; -what d'ye know about it?" A remark which precipitated a lively -discussion concerning the probable price of the toys; and when it -finally ended, each boy had his own idea as to what money had been paid -for them, and no two agreed. The investigation into the ownership was -then resumed, but no clew was found until Ratsey opened the box of -writing-paper, which had not interested the boys until then, and -discovered an address engraved upon each sheet—144 <span class="smcap">West 134th Street</span>. -Whereupon he said:</p> - -<p>"De people what lives in dat house would know about dese t'ings."</p> - -<p>"A-hunnerd-and-t'irty-fourt' Street!" exclaimed Tag.</p> - -<p>"Gee, dat must be goats livin' dere!" added Swipes.</p> - -<p>Then there was another pause, during which Ratsey replaced the soldiers -neatly in the box with his little grimy fingers, and wrapped the parcel -again in the paper it had come in.</p> - -<p>"What yer doin'?" asked Swipes.</p> - -<p>"I dun'no' what youse two is agoin' to do," replied Ratsey, "but I'se -goin' to take de bundles what I found, an' lug 'em up to -A-hunnerd-and-t'irty-fourt' Street."</p> - -<p>"Say," broke in Tag, "youse is on de square ter-night, Finnigan! But, by -ginger, Swipes, de kid's right! Dese ain't ourn. I say we takes de hull -swag up town—hey?"</p> - -<p>"Perhaps dey'll give us a quarter apiece fer bringin' it back," cried -Swipes. "Let's wrap up de stuff;" and they all set to work tying up the -bundles they had undone. They made a sorry job of it, and the knots that -held the gifts together were bewildering. As they worked they discussed -the probable reward they would receive from the owner of the goods, and -each boy announced what he would spend his money for, if he got any.</p> - -<p>With the good resolutions to return the lost property came back the -pangs of hunger that had originally led the trio into their adventure. -Ratsey, as the smallest of the company, was deputed to go and beg -something of the "dago," and in this mission he was successful, for he -returned presently with a plate heaped with bread, cold potatoes, and -assorted morsels of meat.</p> - -<p>"But de dago says we must git out," announced Ratsey, with his mouth -full of victuals. "He says we's been here a hour."</p> - -<p>Indeed time had fled in the stall that had for a few moments been -transformed into a very fairyland for those three boys; and it is -probable that the Italian had forgotten their presence, so quiet had -they been the while, or they would have been dislodged long before. It -required but a few minutes to dispose of the booty Ratsey had brought -in, and then the boys gathered up their sorry-looking packages, and, -having presented their host with a set of evening papers, departed. The -journey to 134th Street was a long one to look forward to, and as they -trudged eastward toward Ninth Avenue, they debated as to how it should -best be made. The simplest method seemed to be to steal rides on trucks -as often as possible, and this scheme they adopted. In this manner they -finally reached their destination, after an hour and a half of -zigzagging from one side of town to the other on various wagons, the -trip being enlivened by whip-slashes and hard words from more than one -driver whose hospitality they had courted. So it was well on toward half -past nine when they dropped from the step of an ice-cart and made their -way through 134th Street toward No. 144.</p> - -<p>This proved to be a large double house with the windows all lighted up -and decorated with holly wreaths. The boys hesitated for some moments -about ascending the broad brownstone steps, but finally rallied to the -emergency, and Ratsey, for having suggested the return of the packages, -was pressed into acting as the spokesman of the party.</p> - -<p>The bell sounded with a loud twang in the basement, and a few moments -later a maid, in spotless cap and apron, opened the heavy door. Her -surprise at seeing the three urchins shivering in the cold on the snowy -stoop was in no degree assumed, and she half closed the door again -before Ratsey had found his voice.</p> - -<p>"Please, m'm," he began, "is dis de place where de gent lives as dropped -dese packages offen de elevated road?"</p> - -<p>Instead of replying to the boy, the maid turned and pulled back the -heavy curtain that hung between the hall and the front room. The boys -caught a glimpse of a tall Christmas tree and heard the sound of many -voices.</p> - -<p>"Mrs. Raymond," said the maid, excitedly, "here are some little boys -with Mr. Raymond's lost bundles!"</p> - -<p>In a moment the hallway was full of people—or rather it seemed so to -the boys—and a young man in his shirt sleeves, with his clothes and -hair all covered with tinsel, was dragging them into the house. They -huddled in a corner, and held firmly to their burdens.</p> - -<p>"Where did you find those things, kids?" asked the young man, smiling.</p> - -<p>"Dey fell on us in Nint' Av'noo," replied Ratsey, very much embarrassed. -"Is dey yourn?"</p> - -<p>"You bet they are," answered the young man, looking over the packages. -"That is, they belong to the gentleman who lives in this house, and they -are for his Christmas tree. He was standing on the crowded platform of a -train, and the wind blew the package and his hat away from him."</p> - -<p>"We 'ain't got de hat," put in Swipes—and everybody laughed.</p> - -<p>"Poor papa!" said one of the ladies, "he's been tramping around for the -last two hours trying to duplicate the things."</p> - -<p>Just then there was the sound of a key in the lock of the front door, -and when it was opened, there entered a fat gentleman loaded with -packages. It is hardly necessary to state here what the fat gentleman -said when the situation was explained to him, nor to repeat the -marvellous account of the rescue of the toys as given by Ratsey. It -seems enough to relate that the three boys were taken down into the -kitchen and filled full of warm coffee and bread and butter, and -eventually placed upon an elevated train and sent down to their own -district, each with a silver half-dollar in his pocket. And furthermore, -on the following night, Christmas, the same three boys were again in the -basement of the big house—this time by invitation—and the tidy maid -was furnishing them with such a dinner as they had never even dreamed -of. And at the plate of each one was a present—out of the duplicates -Mr. Raymond had purchased—Ratsey's being a brass horn of even greater -proportions than the one he had found the previous evening. Tag and -Swipes likewise received gifts, and the talking those three lads did -that night would fill a thick book.</p> - -<p>"Sure," said Ratsey, as they finally started down town again, "Harlem -beats a mission all holler, eh, Tag?" And the other two agreed with -him.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> - -<h2>HARPER'S ROUND TABLE</h2> - -<p><i>for 1897 will be especially noticeable for its fiction in the form of -long serials, which are unique in weekly juvenile literature, short -serials of from five to ten chapters each, short stories by the famous -authors of the world, and its different series of articles on</i></p> - -<h3>HISTORIC BOYHOODS</h3> - -<h4>ALEXANDRE DUMAS. 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Address HARPER & BROTHERS, -Publishers, New York.</i></p> - -<h2>A FIFTY-TWO-WEEK FEAST</h2> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BEST_OF_MENAGERIES" id="THE_BEST_OF_MENAGERIES">THE BEST OF MENAGERIES.</a></h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My pa's the best menagerie</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That ever any one did see;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">I need no pets when he is by</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To make the days and hours fly,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">For any bird or beast or fish</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">I want he'll be whene'er I wish.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">For instance, if I chance to want</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">A safe and gentle elephant,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He'll fasten on his own big nose</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">One of my long black woollen hose,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And on his hands and bended knees</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Is elephantine as you please,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And truly seems to like the sport</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Of eating peanuts by the quart.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then, when I want the lion's roar,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He'll go behind my bedroom door</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And growl until I sometimes fear</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The King of Beasts is really near;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But when he finds my courage dim</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He peeps out, and I know it's him.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And he can meow just like a cat—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">No Tom can beat my pa at that—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And when he yowls and dabs and spits,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">It sends us all off into fits,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">So like it seems that every mouse</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Packs up his things and leaves the house.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then, when he barks, the passers-by</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Look all about with fearsome eye,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And hurry off with scurrying feet</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To walk upon some other street,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Because they think some dog is there</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To rush out at 'em from his lair.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And oh, 'twould make you children laugh</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">When daddy plays the big giraffe.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He'll take his collar off, you know,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And stretch his neck an inch or so,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And look down on you from above,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His eyes so soft and full of love,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That, as you watched them, you would think</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">From a giraffe he'd learned to blink.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">'Tis as a dolphin though that he</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Is strongest as it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And I don't know much finer fun</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Than sitting in the noonday sun</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Upon the beach and watching pop,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">As in the ocean he goes flop,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And makes us children think that he's</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">A porpoise from across the seas.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And when he takes a tin tube out,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And blows up water through the spout,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The stupidest can hardly fail</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To think they see a great big whale!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And that is why I say to you</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My pa's a perfect dandy zoo,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The very best menagerie</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">That ever you or I did see,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">And what is finest, let me say,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;"><i>There never is a cent of pay!</i></span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Gaston V. Drake</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_BOY_WRECKERS" id="THE_BOY_WRECKERS">THE BOY WRECKERS.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY W. O. STODDARD.</h3> - -<h3>CHAPTER III.</h3> - -<h3>THE WRECK ON THE BAR.</h3> - -<p>It was something tremendous for a young landsman to find himself away -out at sea in a three-cornered boat. Captain Kroom noticed Sam's look -and said:</p> - -<p>"This 'ere isn't any mill-pond, eh? Well, my boy, all I'm afraid of is -that it'll be a dead calm before we can get there and back again. What I -hate is a calm. I got stuck in one once for more'n a month. It's next -thing to being wrecked."</p> - -<p>"She's a hard boat to row," said Pete; and he spoke of the <i>Elephant</i>.</p> - -<p>Sam did not say anything, but it seemed to him that the face of the -Atlantic might wear its pleasantest expression when it had no wrinkles -at all. He would even have been willing to row a little. The <i>Elephant</i> -thus far had wind enough in her sail for a boat of her size, and the -stranded ship could be seen pretty well without any glass. So the -Captain put the "binocular" back into its case and returned it to the -valise. Before he did so, however, he had looked across the sea long and -carefully, and he remarked:</p> - -<p>"She's a-standing straight up, and the tugs are trying to pull her off. -Guess she isn't going to break up."</p> - -<p>Sam felt better the moment he could again take an interest in the -wrecking business. After all, the ocean was reasonably good-tempered -that morning, and the terrible lines of surf were now far behind him. He -understood, too, that shallow water extended to a long distance out, and -that the <i>Elephant</i> was in very good hands.</p> - -<p>"He knows all about the weather," Pete told him; and the 'longshore boy -appeared to feel altogether at home.</p> - -<p>According to him, they were now in the very best cruising-ground for -blue-fish, and even mackerel, but the Captain did not encourage trying -their luck. Nearer, nearer sped the <i>Elephant</i>, and at last Sam ventured -to remark:</p> - -<p>"I guess it's just as you said. Is she on a rock?"</p> - -<p>"Nary rock," growled the Captain. "But I'm worse puzzled than ever 'bout -the valise. This isn't the <i>Narragansett</i>. This is the <i>Goshawk</i>, and -she's from Liverpool. If we haven't come away out here for nothing! -Anyhow, I'll hail her."</p> - -<p>It occurred to Sam that it was not needful to go close to the ship to -make them hear the trumpetlike voice with which the Captain demanded, -"What ship is that?"</p> - -<p>"Keep away! No loafers wanted!" came back loudly.</p> - -<p>"Stuck in the mud, are ye?" thundered the Captain. "Some lubbers don't -know how to handle a ship. I want to get some word of the -<i>Narragansett</i>, Captain Silas Pickering, New Haven. Can any of you -wreckers tell me—"</p> - -<p>"Mate, hold on; it's old Captain Kroom."</p> - -<p>"I say, Kroom," shouted another voice from the deck of the <i>Goshawk</i>, -"Pickering's on board. The insurance men are in charge of this craft. -That feller's nothing but her old mate. There's been more thieves—"</p> - -<p>"Come aboard, Kroom," broke in the mate. "You're all right, but we've -had the worst kind of luck."</p> - -<p>"No, you haven't," returned Kroom, as the <i>Elephant</i> swept alongside the -<i>Goshawk</i>. "I've been worse wrecked than you are. Why, you are going to -save the hull and cargo!"</p> - -<p>"That's so," said the mate, leaning over the rail; "but we lost all our -sticks. Everything that was on deck. Pickering? We took him on at -Liverpool. His ship had to be refixed, and the owners sold her, and he -won't go aboard a steamer if he can help it."</p> - -<p>"I guess there's the right stuff in him, then," said Captain Kroom, with -energy; but the mate went on:</p> - -<p>"He's awful, though. Some fellers came aboard soon after we struck, and -they stole his kit, and there's lots of things missing. He's been -sittin' 'round with a gun on his lap ever since, watching for thieves."</p> - -<p>"Kroom," came loudly from behind the mate, "what do you want of me?"</p> - -<p>The Captain said nothing, but he held up the valise, while Pete did the -same with the trousers of the blue suit.</p> - -<p>"Where'd you get 'em?" gasped the mate.</p> - -<p>"Trolled for 'em," responded Kroom; but he added a pretty full -explanation.</p> - -<p>A very tall, gaunt old man was now leaning over the rail near the mate, -and he did not interrupt, but when the Captain finished his account he -took his hat off and held it out.</p> - -<p>"Kroom," he said, "you can beat me spinning yarns. That stuff was on -deck, and they pitched it overboard to get it away. I bought that tackle -in London. Found the clothes below in my cabin, and rolled the tackle up -in 'em. Don't know why. It was all stolen day before yesterday. My other -luggage went in a tug this morning. Are you and the young chaps coming -aboard?"</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p> - -<p>"Want to, boys?" asked Kroom. "There isn't anything worth seeing."</p> - -<p>"Guess not," said Pete. "I'll hand him up the valise and things."</p> - -<p>"I'd rather go home," said Sam.</p> - -<p>"No, you needn't hand it up," said Captain Pickering. "I'm coming ashore -with you. I won't be landed in a tug-boat if I can help it. I'd a'most -rather swim."</p> - -<p>"Just my thinking," rolled out at the stern of the <i>Elephant</i>. "I quit -the sea on account of 'em—all sorts of steamers. I'm a sailor, I am. I -don't want anything to do with steam."</p> - -<p>"Fact!" whispered Pete to Sam. "He hates even a railroad. Everything but -the old kind of ships."</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 700px;"> -<img src="images/ill_043.jpg" width="700" height="558" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">THE START HOMEWARD FROM THE WRECK.</span> -</div> - -<p>Captain Pickering did not bring any gun with him. Nothing but a small -satchel. He came down over the side of the <i>Goshawk</i> by a rope, and Sam -felt a little queer to perceive what an addition the tall, brawny old -seaman made to the load to be carried by the <i>Elephant</i>. Hardly had he -taken his seat in the middle of the boat before the wind was in her sail -and her head was turned landward.</p> - -<p>"It's comin' on a calm," said Pickering, "but we may get there first."</p> - -<p>"Not across the bay," replied Kroom; "but we may get inside the bar. -That was an old trick of the thieves with that spar for a buoy. No use -to search their boat, you know. I've known it tried in all sorts of -places."</p> - -<p>"They reckoned on getting it again alongshore?" asked Pickering.</p> - -<p>"Yes," replied Kroom; "but they didn't reckon on the tide through the -inlet. Our bay-men pick up stuff all the while that came in that way. -It's all right. Dry as a bone."</p> - -<p>"Of course it is," said Pickering. "I say, boy, if that suit fits you, -keep it. You and he can have some of the tackle."</p> - -<p>That meant Pete and Sam, and they were ready to say "Thank you, sir"; -but they were a great deal more ready to keep still while the two old -sailors talked about the storm which had stranded the <i>Goshawk</i>, and -about other storms they had known. It must have been quite a hurricane; -but even before it was fully described, Captain Pickering had his valise -open, and was slowly looking over some of its contents. Log-books, -log-books, log-books. Sam knew what they were now, and he would have -given something to know what was in them.</p> - -<p>"That's one of the <i>Narragansett</i>'s," said its owner, laying it down. "I -sailed her for six years. One trip was 'round the world. Last ship I'll -ever have. She was an old one. They're not buildin' many more of those -prime clippers we used to have. It's all steam nowadays. I can't do -anything with steam, Kroom. Can you?"</p> - -<p>"I don't want any," replied the Captain. "It's taking the place of -horses, too, on land. That and 'lectricity and these 'ere two-wheeled -things they call cycles. I wouldn't any more ride one of 'em—"</p> - -<p>"Did you ever ride a horse?" asked Pickering. "I did once; but I didn't -know how to steer him, and we made a losin' voyage of it."</p> - -<p>"Well," said the Captain, "I can drive. Kind o' drive. But I'd rather -have some other feller navigate, as a rule. I'm most at home in a boat. -Watch now. We'll be in the breakers in less'n five minutes."</p> - -<p>"Good boat," remarked Captain Pickering. "But we're too many in her." -Nevertheless, he talked right along about ships, as cool as a cucumber, -even when the <i>Elephant</i> was making her dangerous way through the blind -channel. "Glad you know where it is," he said to Kroom. "I'd ha' swamped -her tryin' to find it. We're nigh half full o' water anyhow."</p> - -<p>That was what had troubled Sam, for again and again the tossing waves of -the channel had washed over in, and he and Pete had been baling their -best. Not that Pete appeared to be troubled, and he had remarked to -their passenger: "Captain Kroom knows every channel around this bay. -He'll get through."</p> - -<p>So he did, and they were now inside of the breakers, between them and -the bar. Right ahead of them, moreover, was another cat-boat, twice as -large as the <i>Elephant</i>, with four men in it.</p> - -<p>"There they are!" exclaimed Pickering. "The very chaps that came aboard -the <i>Goshawk</i> this morning. Reckon they'd been there before, too. Tell -you what, Kroom, they're hunting for that spar-buoy, to get the things -they hung to it."</p> - -<p>"They won't get 'em," growled Kroom. "But every man of 'em belongs on -the other side o' the bay. They are oyster and clam dredgers. Some of -our fishermen are born wreckers, sure's you live. Anything they can take -off a stranded ship is fair game to them."</p> - -<p>"I guess so," said Pickering. "They thought they'd made a good find this -time. That valise'd ha' been a fortune to 'em, chronometers and all. -Glad you struck it."</p> - -<p>"Sam hooked it," said Pete, "but it was Captain Kroom pulled it in. Sam -thought he had the biggest kind of fish."</p> - -<p>"Hullo, Captain!" came from the other boat. "Have ye had any luck?"</p> - -<p>"Not any," responded Kroom. "But I want to get inside before it's calm."</p> - -<p>"That there wreck out there's a Britisher," said the boatman. "They'll -get her off. We haven't struck a fish to-day. We're goin' on in."</p> - -<p>They were only out there fishing, all innocent, therefore, but they let -the <i>Elephant</i> keep away a little, or they kept away from her.</p> - -<p>"Wonder what they've picked up?" muttered Pickering.</p> - -<p>"Look back," replied Kroom. "Don't you see something?"</p> - -<p>"I do!" whispered Sam to Pete. "It's something white—"</p> - -<p>"Right in the wake of their boat," said Kroom. "They must ha' let go of -it just as we came out of the channel."</p> - -<p>"That's it!" said Pickering. "That's where those life-preservers went -to. One of 'em makes a better buoy-mark than any spar would."</p> - -<p>"Captain," put in Pete, "that one isn't hitched to anything; it's -running right along on the tide. It's loose."</p> - -<p>"Fact!" exclaimed Kroom. "You've pretty good eyes, Pete. I saw 'em. They -didn't pull up anything, but they tried to. It only broke loose, -whatever it was."</p> - -<p>"No, you don't!" said Pickering, sharply. "It's hitched on the bottom -again. They saw us coming, and they let go. That's all."</p> - -<p>"Get out your lines, boys," shouted Kroom. "We'll try for blue-fish, up -and down here," and then he added, to the men in the other boat: "I -won't go home empty-handed. Why don't you fellers throw a hook?"</p> - -<p>"No use, Captain," came back. "We may get some weakfish in the inlet, -but you'll only throw away time."</p> - -<p>"We've got all the time there is," said Captain Kroom; but Sam and Pete -were making haste, and when the <i>Elephant</i> tacked again their lines were -out.</p> - -<p>"Shouldn't wonder if they were kind o' mad," remarked Pickering. "But -there was more'n one life-preserver on deck. They can hunt for the -others."</p> - -<p>"That's what they'll do," said Kroom; "but this one's follerin' us. -Whatever is hitched to it'll anchor it in shoal water. Things have to go -over the bar and into the bay at high tide. They know that, and they -think they can wait."</p> - -<p>The wide spread of water between the surf and the beach was now -comparatively smooth, with long low waves playing lazily across it.</p> - -<p>There might be fish there, but most likely not, the Captain said, and it -ought not to arouse any suspicions of the wreckers that he wanted to try -it.</p> - -<p>They sailed ahead for the inlet, but Pete may have been correct when he -told his shipmates, old and young:</p> - -<p>"They're a-watching us. They mean to see if we're just after fish."</p> - -<p>"There comes that thing!" exclaimed Sam; but Pickering caught his arm.</p> - -<p>"Don't you point, boy! Don't anybody look at it! Fish away. I guess it -isn't worth much, but they needn't see us get it."</p> - -<p>The <i>Elephant</i> had not begun her remarkable voyage<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> very early in the -day, and more time had passed than her boy crew were aware of. Her -commander, however, had kept track of the tides and the hours, like the -sharp old fisherman that he was.</p> - -<p>"We went out with the tide," he said to Pickering. "It's turned to run -in now. Those chaps'll wait for that stuff at the other end of the -inlet. I don't want 'em to guess that we know a thing about it; but -it'll be good and dark before we get home."</p> - -<p>"My folks know I went fishing," said Sam. "They won't care."</p> - -<p>"Mine won't, if they learn that I'm with Captain Kroom," said Pete. -"They know he doesn't come home early— Hullo! Blue-fish!"</p> - -<p>He had struck one; he pulled it in rapidly, but, the moment it came -within reach, Captain Kroom seized it and stood straight up in the boat, -hailing the wreckers with:</p> - -<p>"Luck! Four-pounder!"</p> - -<p>"All right!" came faintly back over the water. "It's all you'll get."</p> - -<p>"Guess not," grumbled Pickering. "But I wish I knew if they had anything -from the <i>Goshawk</i> in their boat. There was another lot of chaps there, -just like 'em."</p> - -<p>"We can't help it if they have," said Kroom. "Do you know, they're not a -bad kind of chap. Honest as the day on shore. Wouldn't cheat you in the -weight of a fish. It was just so with the Cornish wreckers that -plundered me once."</p> - -<p>"Never was wrecked in my life," replied Pickering. "This <i>Goshawk</i> -business wasn't mine. I wasn't in charge of the ship. It doesn't count."</p> - -<p>"Well," said Kroom, "I wasn't ever wrecked after I got to be Captain. -Most of mine came younger. I went to sea when I was a little feller. -What I hate around a wreck is sharks."</p> - -<p>If he was just about to tell a shark story, his chance for it was -spoiled. He had a line of his own out now, and the next instant he -exclaimed:</p> - -<p>"Pete! Pickering! Take care of the boat while I get him in. 'Tisn't any -blue-fish this time!"</p> - -<p>The <i>Elephant</i> yawed and leaned over dangerously before Captain -Pickering could get to the tiller, but Pete let the sail swing out like -a tiptop young boatman.</p> - -<p>"Just in time!" he said. "Sam, the Captain's got a big one!"</p> - -<p>It was indeed a fish, but the flurry of excitement on board the -<i>Elephant</i> had not escaped eyes that were watching her. One eye, the -right eye of a pretty sharp pair, had been squinting through a -pocket-telescope, such as coast-wise men of that sort are very apt to -carry.</p> - -<p>"Boys," exclaimed its owner, "old Kroom has found something. Come on!"</p> - -<p>The next moment that cat-boat, with the four wreckers in it, was tacking -as straight a course as it could make toward the <i>Elephant</i>.</p> - -<p>"Meet 'em, Pickering," thundered Captain Kroom. "I'm bringing him in. -They mustn't guess we are after anything but fish."</p> - -<p>"They won't," said Pickering, "not if you can show 'em a prime -sea-bass."</p> - -<p>"That's what it is, Sam," said Pete. "I told you this was the place to -get 'em. If he doesn't know all about fish!"</p> - -<p>The Captain was putting out his strength as well as his knowledge just -now. A less-experienced fisherman might have lost that splendid bass, -hooking him with only blue-fish tackle. It was well, too, to have -Pickering in charge of the <i>Elephant</i>, for she ran into rougher water -while the fish-fight went on.</p> - -<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT" id="INTERSCHOLASTIC_SPORT"></a> -<img src="images/ill_044.jpg" width="600" height="122" alt="INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT" /> -</div> - -<p>The All-Connecticut Interscholastic Football Team for 1896 is as -follows:</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">J. B. Porter</span>, <i>New Britain High-School</i></td><td align="right">end.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">P. F. McDonough</span>, <i>New Britain High-School</i></td><td align="right">tackle.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Paul Thompson</span>, <i>Hillhouse H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">guard.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">E. W. Smith</span>, <i>Hartford H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">centre.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">R. B. Hixon</span>, <i>Hotchkiss School</i></td><td align="right">guard.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">T. L. Montague</span>, <i>Hotchkiss School</i></td><td align="right">tackle.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Norman Gillette</span>, <i>Hartford H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">end.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">F. R. Sturtevant</span>, <i>Hart. H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">quarter-back.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">E. A. Strong</span>, <i>Hartford H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">half-back.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">H. C. Lane</span>, <i>Meriden H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">half-back.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Peter O'Donnell</span>, <i>New Brit. H.-S.</i></td><td align="right">full-back.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>The substitutes are: J. R. Smith, Norwich Free Academy, end; T. F. -Flannery, New Britain H.-S., tackle; F. A. Wheeler, Bridgeport H.-S., -guard; Ernest Towers, New Britain H.-S., centre; J. E. Meehan, New -Britain H.-S., quarter-back; Godfrey Brinley, New Britain H.-S., -half-back; J. D. Lucas, Norwich Free Academy, full-back.</p> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 185px;"> -<img src="images/ill_045.jpg" width="185" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">NORMAN GILLETTE, End.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 198px;"> -<img src="images/ill_046.jpg" width="198" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">P. F. McDONOUGH, Tackle.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 194px;"> -<img src="images/ill_047.jpg" width="194" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">E. W. SMITH, Centre.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 191px;"> -<img src="images/ill_048.jpg" width="191" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">T. L. MONTAGUE, Tackle.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 189px;"> -<img src="images/ill_049.jpg" width="189" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">J. B. PORTER, End.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 185px;"> -<img src="images/ill_050.jpg" width="185" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">R. B. HIXON, Guard and Captain.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 192px;"> -<img src="images/ill_051.jpg" width="192" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">PAUL THOMPSON, Guard.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 191px;"> -<img src="images/ill_052.jpg" width="191" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">F. R. STURTEVANT, Quarter-back.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 188px;"> -<img src="images/ill_053.jpg" width="188" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">H. C. LANE, Half-back.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 188px;"> -<img src="images/ill_054.jpg" width="188" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">E. A. STRONG, Half-back.</span> -</div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 189px;"> -<img src="images/ill_055.jpg" width="189" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">PETER O'DONNELL, Full-back.</span> -</div> - -<p>In selecting these players care has been taken to look over very -carefully the work of the men on the weaker teams. The requirements of -each man are "sand," experience, and physical endurance.</p> - -<p>For centre, E. W. Smith, of Hartford, is undoubtedly the best man -playing at that position among the schools of Connecticut. He plays a -very fast game, is good at making holes, tackles well, and follows the -ball every time. R. B. Hixon, of the Hotchkiss School, is beyond doubt -the best guard of the schools. He has played every year since he has -been in school. He understands the game thoroughly, and has a -magnificent physique, which virtually makes him a "stone wall." Thompson -of Hillhouse H.-S. is better than Wheeler of Bridgeport, because he is -more strategic and quicker on his feet. He can get through the line very -nearly every time, and gets in a great many tackles. He is also very -good on the defence.</p> - -<p>T. L. Montague, of Hotchkiss School, and P. F. McDonough, of New -Britain, are easily chosen for tackles. Both run well with the ball, -hold their man well, and are good in getting through and making tackles. -Flannery of New Britain runs well with the ball and holds his man, but -is not so good at tackling as either Montague or McDonough.</p> - -<p>J. B. Porter, of New Britain, is beyond doubt the best among the ends. -He is an almost sure tackler, and is down the field every time on a -punt. Norman Gillette, of Hartford, has been chosen for the other end, -because he breaks up interference well and gets hold of his man nearly -every time. J. R. Smith is good, but too often lets his man go after -making a tackle.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p> - -<p>For quarter-back it is hard to choose between F. R. Sturtevant, of -Hartford, and J. E. Meehan, of New Britain. Both play the game for all -it is worth. In passing and tackling Sturtevant surpasses Meehan, but -Meehan gets into the interference a great deal better than Sturtevant. -On the whole, however, taking in the important points of strategy and -command of men, Sturtevant may be ranked as the better player.</p> - -<p>It is extremely difficult to pick out the half-backs. H. C. Lane, of -Meriden, is one of the finest players that ever played in the League. He -runs extremely hard and fast, and tackles superbly. The difficulty came -in choosing the other half-back. For this position E. A. Strong, of -Hartford, and Godfrey Brinley, of New Britain, are the best men. Brinley -runs very fast around the end and displays a great deal of "sand," but -he has always been assisted with first-class interference. Strong, on -the other hand, has as much, if not more, "sand" as Brinley. He runs -fast, and knows how to interfere with his hands, and if he had had such -good interference as Brinley did, I think his runs would have been as -long.</p> - -<p>For full-back the choice lies between Peter O'Donnell, of New Britain, -and J. D. Lucas, of Norwich. Lucas does not hit the line as hard as -O'Donnell, but fully equals him in tackling and punting. O'Donnell has a -better knowledge of the game.</p> - -<p>For captain of this team R. B. Hixon, of Hotchkiss, should have the -honor. The team he was captain of is one of the best teams playing -football among the schools this year. He has plenty of experience, and a -good control over his men.</p> - -<p>The financial side of the Interscholastic football season in Connecticut -seems to have been very successful this year, for the statement of -receipts and expenditures as made out by the treasurer shows that there -is $400 in the treasury. This does not include the total profit from all -the games, as the managers of the Association hold back each year $100, -for incidental expenses the next season.</p> - -<p>The profits of this year—that is, the $400—are to be divided among the -eight elevens that made up the membership of the Association, each -school to receive $50. I have gone into this detail in order that I -might introduce a rather startling quotation from the Meriden <i>Journal</i>. -It is to be hoped that this paper does not represent the Connecticut -idea of sportsmanship. At any rate, the Meriden <i>Journal</i> avers that the -division of the spoils is not quite just. It argues that Meriden and New -Britain, having played for the championship at New Haven, deserve to -receive more money than the other teams of the League. It cannot -understand why Suffield, who was only admitted to the Association this -year, and forfeited its scheduled match against Norwich, should have the -same amount of cash as any other team.</p> - -<p>As a remedy for this state of affairs the <i>Journal</i> suggests that the -two elevens which came together for the final championship contest -divide fifty per cent. of the net receipts for the season, the elevens -in the semi-finals thirty per cent., and the elevens which figured in -the opening games only, twenty per cent. If this is not advocating the -playing of football for money, and is not thus a direct propaganda of -professionalism, I don't know what is. If the editor of the Meriden -<i>Journal</i> believes that the schoolboys in his neighborhood are playing -football for the prize-money to be divided at the end of the year I am -sure he is very much mistaken in his men.</p> - -<p>Nevertheless, any such statement as this, especially when given currency -in the city of the team that stood second in the League, is exceedingly -injurious not only to the reputation of that team and school but to the -entire Connecticut Association. Many persons who read this, and who do -not know that the <i>Journal</i> is discussing a subject in which its -ignorance is made evident by what it says, will believe that -interscholastic sport is being carried forward on a money basis.</p> - -<p>Everybody knows, of course, that no enterprise, not even sport in the -truest amateur spirit, can be carried on without the expenditure of some -money. The railroads will not carry amateurs free of charge, nor will -tailors furnish them with football suits for nothing. Therefore it is -necessary that the Association have some revenue. This is usually -obtained in one of two ways, either by subscriptions levied in the -various schools or by charging admission-fees at the more important -games. The latter is in many respects the better, because it distributes -the taxation over a greater number of people.</p> - -<p>If, however, at the end of the year it is found that the revenues are -greater than the expenses, the treasurer of the Association should -profit by this knowledge to do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> away with certain features of taxation -the next year; for his endeavor should be to collect only just the -amount of money that is needed to defray the legitimate expenses of the -several football teams under his care.</p> - -<p>The very fact of dividing up money at all savors of professionalism, but -when you come to dispose of it in proportion to the success of the -teams, the offence is made even worse. Any of these elevens in question -that accepts a dividend makes itself liable to charges of -professionalism, and a strict interpretation of the ethics of sport -would find it guilty. It is to be hoped that the Connecticut Association -will recognize this fact as soon as it is pointed out to them, and -reconsider the proposition of sending $50 to each team. If the money -were left in the treasury of the Association it would be a different -affair entirely from dealing it out to the treasuries of the various -schools that played in the League.</p> - -<p>The simple fact that $100 is held by the Central Treasury for next -year's expenses shows that the $400 is considered as a surplus or -profit. Therefore any team that accepts such profit puts itself in a -dangerous position, so far as its amateur standing is concerned. As I -understand the case—and as it should be, if it is not—the treasurer of -the Association defrays the expenses of the several teams upon -requisition of the several managers. Therefore he alone should handle -the moneys of the Association, and next year, when the expenses begin -again, it is he who should provide what is necessary.</p> - -<p>The $400 now standing to the account of the Connecticut Association -should be devoted to the maintenance of that Association, and not to the -benefit of the individuals who make up its membership. The fact that -there is so much money on hand will make it very well possible for the -games next year to be carried on without the charge of an admission-fee, -or it will enable the managers to present this year a trophy of some -kind to the winning team, or they might even go to the extravagance of -presenting the eleven champions with some small souvenir, as is -frequently done in the colleges, such as a gold football for a -watch-charm.</p> - -<p>The misunderstanding which has occurred in the New England -Interscholastic Football League, and which was spoken of briefly in this -Department last week, may be briefly stated as follows: The constitution -of the Association as published in book form requires that fifteen days' -notice of the eligibility of any player be given in writing to the -secretary before the date of playing. At the beginning of the season the -Boston <i>Journal</i> was voted the official organ of the Association, and on -October 30 that paper published a part of the constitution, but omitted -entirely any reference to the fifteen-day clause. The same article -contained also the names of the various players for the schools, and was -published on the first day of the games of the interscholastic series.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/ill_056.jpg" width="500" height="346" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">THE CAMBRIDGE MANUAL-TRAINING SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM.</span> -</div> - -<p>The Cambridge Manual-Training School acknowledges the rule in the -constitution which requires a fifteen-day notice, but pleads ignorance -for not having complied with it in the case of one of its players, -urging its belief that the fifteen-day clause had been stricken out, -since it did not appear in the constitution as published by the Boston -<i>Journal</i>, the official organ of the Association, on October 30. The -donors of the cup for which the teams contest have the power to change -the constitution as they wish. C.M.-T.S. thought that the donors had -availed themselves of this privilege when they saw the constitution -printed in the <i>Journal</i> without the fifteen-day clause.</p> - -<p>The player whose name was not submitted to the committee is S. S. -Merrill, who played end on the Worcester Academy team last season. This -year he has been a member of the Burdett Business College of Boston, -playing end on its football team until he changed to Cambridge -Manual-Training School. He entered Cambridge Manual-Training School -October 26, and his name was sent to the Executive Committee November 9. -On November 13 Merrill played against Hopkinson's, and the game was -protested by the latter school inside the allotted time for protests. In -the games with Boston Latin and English High, on November 17 and -November 20 respectively, Merrill also played, and while these games -were protested by the two schools their claims were on different grounds -than those of Hopkinson's. Boston Latin's protest related to Merrill not -being a member of Cambridge Manual fifteen days before playing, which -was not sustained according to statistical proof from the principal of -Cambridge Manual. English High's protest was on a question of fact, and -an article of the constitution settled that.</p> - -<p>While the consequences have been serious to the Cambridge -Manual-Training School, it appears that the sentiment of the entire -Association was for some reason so strong against C.M.-T.S. that the -officers of the Association could not allow that school to violate even -one letter of the constitution. The committee accepts the statement that -there was no malicious intent, and says in its decision that it feels -that "Cambridge Manual has not intentionally broken the constitution, -and has acted in perfect good faith."</p> - -<p>This is an unfortunate complication, and one greatly to be deplored. -Cambridge Manual seems to have suffered a penalty out of all proportion -to the offence committed, and while it is just that the committee of the -Interscholastic Association should enforce the constitution to the very -letter, and while it seems that in the present case they have not in any -way exceeded their duties, still I believe that, so long as Merrill was -a <i>bona fide</i> student at the school, every sportsman will consider -C.M.-T.S. the virtual, if not actually the pennant-holding, champion of -the Senior League of the New England Interscholastic Football -Association.</p> - -<p>In especial relation to these recent occurrences, it is good news that a -conference of interscholastic football authorities will be held in the -latter part of next month. It is proposed at that time to go over the -constitution carefully, and to add or eradicate such clauses as the -conditions in Boston may seem to require.</p> - -<p>The protest of Trinity School against De La Salle was withdrawn at the -last meeting of the New York Interscholastic Association's executive -committee, and the championship has been awarded to De La Salle -Institute. This makes one more unpleasant incident that is put away into -the past without being dragged out to an unpleasant length; and no -matter what Trinity's position may have been in the case, her athletic -managers have done well to drop their protest.</p> - -<p>In addition to in-door track athletics this winter the Brooklyn schools -will have a handball league, and the schedule of games has already been -laid out as follows:</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">January 16—Pratt Institute <i>vs.</i> Brooklyn High, and Poly. Prep <i>vs.</i> Brooklyn Latin.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">January 23—Pratt <i>vs.</i> Brooklyn Latin, and Adelphi <i>vs.</i> Poly. Prep.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">January 30—Brooklyn High <i>vs.</i> Brooklyn Latin, and Pratt <i>vs.</i> Adelphi.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">February 6—Brooklyn Latin <i>vs.</i> Adelphi, and Poly. Prep. <i>vs.</i> Pratt.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">February 20—Brooklyn High <i>vs.</i> Pratt.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">February 27—Poly. Prep. <i>vs.</i> Brooklyn High.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>Brooklyn Latin School and Poly. Prep, will probably have the strongest -teams, from present appearances, and as the game has been played by both -these institutions for some seasons past, some exciting contests should -result.</p> - -<p><i>Unless unforeseen contingencies arise to prevent, the All-New York and -the All-Chicago Interscholastic Football Teams will be announced in the -next issue of this Department.</i></p> - -<h4>"FOOTBALL FACTS AND FIGURES."—<span class="smcap">By Walter Camp.—Post 8vo, Paper, 75 -Cents</span>.</h4> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">The Graduate</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_057.jpg" width="400" height="117" alt="ROYAL" /> -</div> - -<h3>The absolutely pure</h3> - -<h2>BAKING POWDER</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 226px;"> -<img src="images/ill_058.jpg" width="226" height="400" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p><b>ROYAL</b>—the most celebrated of all the baking powders in the -world—celebrated for its great leavening strength and purity. It makes -your cakes, biscuit, bread, etc., healthful, it assures you against alum -and all forms of adulteration that go with the cheap brands.</p> - -<h4>ROYAL BAKING POWDER CO., NEW YORK.</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="QUESTIONS_FOR_YOUNG_MEN" id="QUESTIONS_FOR_YOUNG_MEN">QUESTIONS FOR YOUNG MEN.</a></h2> - -<h3>ON CHOOSING A PROFESSION.</h3> - -<p>The old story told of the great Duke of Wellington, the man who defeated -Napoleon at Waterloo, that he wanted football-players for his Generals -has been supplemented within the last few weeks by a similar statement -made by the Honorable Theodore Roosevelt, the president of the police -commissioners of the greatest city of America. Mr. Roosevelt's remark -was made at a public meeting which he was addressing on the general -subject of the modern city, with especial reference to the police, and -he said that he wanted vigorous, manly men for policemen, men who in -their younger days had made or would have made good football-players had -they been given the chance. This does not mean that everybody from a -policeman up to a General is made a competent official merely because he -has played football. It is merely a phrase, but that phrase has a -distinct meaning to every one, because it suggests what qualities are -required in any walk of life to make successful, competent workers.</p> - -<p>The great Duke and the distinguished police commissioner meant by this -that they wanted for their lieutenants men who knew what discipline -was—men who were ready at any moment to jump into any work, and do it -with all their strength of mind or body, or both; men who were -self-reliant and could be trusted, who knew how to obey and how to -command and how to do things themselves. It is not enough to-day to say -that this or that boy is absolutely trustworthy in order to get him a -situation in a shop, a banking-house, or a law-office, in the leather or -the toy business. He <i>must</i> be trustworthy. It is taken for granted that -he is honest. This is not undervaluing honesty in the least. Quite the -reverse, in fact, because if a boy is not absolutely reliable, nobody -wants him, no matter how clever he may be. But there are hosts of honest -boys—in fact almost all of them are straightforward. But to get a place -in any establishment much besides honesty and reliability is required, -and hence the good old Sunday-school-story type of boy who made millions -because—and only because—he was honest, is unfair to the average boy -reader, since it makes him think that success is at his hand if he is -only honest.</p> - -<p>That is the mistake many a fine chap makes, and when after a while he -does not get ahead, in spite of his honesty, he grows melancholy and -disgusted. When you get a place as boy in a store, as clerk in a -banking-house, or assistant in a professional office, you must take -things into your own hands. Naturally you want to advance yourself, but -the quickest way of doing this is to let your own interest drop for the -time, and study out what is your employer's interest. Having found this, -try every day in the year to see how you can improve, suggest, push -forward his success. Pretty soon he begins to notice you, to think over -your suggestions. In time something comes up, and he wants a man for a -certain purpose. Ten to one he will think you are the only one for it, -because you have been keeping yourself before him so much in a way that -helps him. And not long afterwards you are the man he relies on. That is -the beginning, and like all good thorough beginnings, it is more than -half the battle.</p> - -<p>When you sit down to choose a profession, then—unless you have a very -definite idea of what you want to do, and in that case the work is easy, -for you only have to work at it hard and long to make your living by -it—when you sit down to make a choice, and have no great preference, -say to yourself that you will take whatever job you can get, and will -not only do that which is given you to do honestly and thoroughly, but -will get up each morning thinking out some little thing that may -possibly be of advantage to your employer's purse or fame. It cannot -help making an impression, for business men are just as human as -office-boys, and if you only show them that you are trying your best to -add to their fortunes or their name, they cannot help watching you, -trusting you, advancing you. And any business that is done well and -vigorously will not only become interesting, but will give you a chance -to make a successful life, and to add to the good of your -fellow-countrymen, besides giving you a living into the bargain. -Anything well done and worked at hard and long—for twenty years, -say—is sure to be conquered, and whether it is the keeping of a -grocery-store or the running of a government, the same qualities of -honesty, originality, and thoroughness are required, and, if employed, -are successful. What you do, then, is not so important as the push and -vigor which you put into it.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>AMERICA STILL AHEAD.</h3> - -<p>Russia is a very large country, and with Siberia's immense area -included, the size of the United States suffers in comparison with her. -One of her newspapers has vaunted the proposed transporting of a whole -town some forty odd miles along a frozen river (a heretofore unknown -feat, as it claims), the object of the removal being to place the town -among some hills that lend themselves admirably to the purpose of -fortification, thus securing a valuable military station. It will -undoubtedly be quite a feat to accomplish such a task, and if the -Russian engineers find any hitch in their plans, they can surmount the -difficulties by reference to a similar undertaking successfully -accomplished in the State of Illinois, namely, the moving of the town of -Nauvoo over a frozen river. In the course of three winters this was -done, and seven hundred houses were transported, and a new town, now a -prosperous place, was established. The Russian newspapers can boast of -the great work of moving one of their towns; but it is a pleasure to -know that the United States long ago anticipated them in such matters.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="THE_CAMERA_CLUB" id="THE_CAMERA_CLUB"></a> -<img src="images/ill_059.jpg" width="600" height="198" alt="THE CAMERA CLUB" /> -</div> - -<blockquote> - -<p>Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly -answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to -hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.</p></blockquote> - -<h3>IMITATION CARBON PRINTS.</h3> - -<p>Those of our amateurs who have used the formulas for tinted papers will -enjoy preparing paper in imitation of carbon prints. The method is one -of the simplest forms of sensitizing paper. The formula is as follows:</p> - -<h4>No. 1.</h4> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">White gum-arabic</td><td align="right">4 oz.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Distilled water</td><td align="right">6 oz.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>Dissolve the gum-arabic in the water—heating the water—and if, when -dissolved, the mixture does not measure ten ounces, add enough clear -water to make that amount.</p> - -<h4>No. 2.</h4> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">Bichromate of potash</td><td align="right">1 oz.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Distilled water</td><td align="right">9 oz.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>For use mix equal parts of the solution, and filter; then take a tube of -moist water-color, any tint desired, and dissolve enough of it in the -solution to produce the tint desired. Pin a sheet of photographic paper -to a flat board, and apply the solution with a flat brush after the -manner described for sensitizing paper. The paper must be sensitized by -gas or lamp light.</p> - -<p>This paper is not a printing-out paper, but is developed. Expose under -the negative, lay the print for a few seconds in lukewarm water, then -place it face up on a sheet of glass, and develop it with hot water, -using it about 110° F.; rinse, and place for ten minutes in a bath made -of</p> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left">Powdered alum</td><td align="right">1 oz.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Water</td><td align="right">20 oz.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>As the progress of the printing cannot be seen, it is a good idea to -sensitize a strip of paper, and experiment with the printing till the -time for exposure can be ascertained.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight Kenneth Tanner</span>, 711 First Avenue, Asbury Park, N. J., -says that he has intensified several of his negatives with mercury, -and that they are fading fast, and wishes to know how to preserve -them. They may be restored by soaking in a solution made of -Schlippe's salts, 40 gr., and water, 4 oz. Soak the negative in -clear water till thoroughly wet, and then immerse in the restoring -solution till the desired effect is obtained.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Lady Eudora Landers</span> asks if the picture which she encloses in her -letter belongs in any of the classes for which prizes are offered. -The picture is that of a building—a log house—and therefore would -not come in any of the classes. The picture is a good one, and well -taken; but the camera was not exactly level, and the lines of the -horizon slant. If the picture is squared by the horizon-line and -trimmed, this defect will be remedied.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight R. J. Geddes</span> asks if by prepared photographic paper is -meant salted paper. The paper, if bought unsalted, must be salted -before it is used. Sir Knight Geddes will find directions for -making green tones in No. 862, May 5, 1896.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight Leonard Kebler</span>, 142 Harrison St., East Orange, N. J., -asks if his name is enrolled among the members of the Camera Club, -and for the number of the <span class="smcap">Round Table</span> which contains directions for -enlarging. Sir Leonard says that in an answer to one of the queries -asking about enlarging, the answer was that directions could be -found in No. 801, March 5, 1895, but that he looked in this number -and there was no article on photography. By referring to the number -mentioned the editor finds an article on "Bromide Enlargements." -This tells how to make an enlarged photograph from a small -negative, which is what Sir Leonard means. Bromide paper is the -sensitive paper used for such photographs, and they are called -bromide enlargements. Sir Leonard is enrolled in the Camera Club.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight Harry Chase</span> sends a print, and asks if it would come -under marines or landscapes. It would be classed with the marines. -It is a good picture, the water looking like water and not like -chalk or snow.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight F. G. Clapp</span> asks if the rule in the photographic -competition saying no picture shall be sent which has been -submitted in other competitions, means the <span class="smcap">Round Table</span> -competitions, or all competitions. It means any competition in -which prizes are offered for best photographs. The object of our -prize competition is to stimulate our club to do its best work -expressly for this competition. We wish new pictures with fresh -subjects, not pictures that have been sent to other competitions -and placed on exhibition.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight Gilbert Jackson</span> asks if there is any way to remove an -object from a negative which one does not want in the finished -print. The objectionable part of the picture may be blocked out by -painting over it, on the glass side of the negative, with Gihon's -opaque, a non-actinic water-color paint.</p> - -<p>"<span class="smcap">Edith</span>" asks how to enlarge from a silver print. In order to -enlarge from a silver print, it would be necessary to make a -negative from the print, and then make a bromide enlargement from -the negative according to direction given in No. 801, March 5, -1895.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir Knight Conant Taylor</span> encloses a print and asks what is the -matter with it. The picture was not printed deep enough, and has -faded in the toning. It has the appearance of being overtoned, or -toned in poor solution. In toning, when not sure that the bath is -all right, test it according to directions given beginners for -testing toning solutions. Take a piece of blue litmus paper and dip -it into the toning solution. If it turns red the bath is too acid. -Add enough of the alkali to turn the paper back to blue. -Bicarbonate of soda is an alkali. In toning remove the prints from -the bath before they are quite toned, as they fade in washing.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>ADVERTISEMENTS.</h2> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>Arnold</h2> - -<h2>Constable & Co</h2> - -<h3>INFANTS' WEAR.</h3> - -<p class="center">Imported and Domestic</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Long and Short Dresses,</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Long Cloaks,</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Caps and Bonnets.</i></p> - -<h3>Misses' and Children's Wear.</h3> - -<p class="center"><i>Jackets and Reefers,</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Dancing and School Dresses.</i></p> - -<h4>Broadway & 19th st.</h4> - -<h4>NEW YORK.</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_060.jpg" width="400" height="138" alt="PISO'S CURE FOR CONSUMPTION" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>Important</h2> - -<h2>Notice!</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 193px;"> -<img src="images/ill_061.jpg" width="193" height="400" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">TRADE-MARK.</span> -</div> - -<p>The only genuine "<b>Baker's Chocolate</b>," celebrated for more than a century -as a delicious, nutritious, and flesh-forming beverage, is put up in -<b>Blue Wrappers</b> and <b>Yellow Labels</b>. 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The route of -the journey was decided by a game of hare and hounds. The points of -interest to be visited were snatched by the hounds while following the -track of the hare from innumerable papers which designedly marked the -latter's course. Could any route be made more uncertain?</p> - -<p>After the game, when the papers, previously marked with the names of -notable persons, places, and things, were put together in order, it was -found that we should have a remarkable company, and an even more -remarkable route. Let me describe both as we take the journey in fancy -together.</p> - -<p>Our conveyance was the magic carpet(1) of Prince Houssain. Safe? Well, -it might not have been had we not carried the Dart of Abaris(2). Then -the god(3) who was thrown from Olympus for getting mixed up in a family -row acted as guide and kept us from danger by wearing Tidbottom's -spectacles(4). For a rudder he used Van Tromp's broom(5).</p> - -<p>We arrived in no time at Kit's Coty House(6), and began at once to pick -up souvenirs. The Knight of the Rueful Countenance(7) got the bones of -his famous horse(3). The witty English clergyman(9) who, to make his nag -speedier, hung his food before the nag's nose, but just out of his -reach, got the bones of a dog that won literary fame for his master(10).</p> - -<p>Snatching the magic tent of Prince Ahmed(11) and a supply of smoke -farthings(12), onion pennies(13), and screw dollars(14) to pay expenses, -we passed through the ivory gate(15) to the shore of the sea of -darkness(16), where we embarked in the ship Skid Bladnir(17). We visited -the islands of Laputa(18), were ship-wrecked while passing the magnetic -mountain of Prince Agib(19), and barely escaped with our lives and -curios to the shore of the Land of Cakes(20).</p> - -<p>Here we were joined by Dr. Mirabilis(21), the mutton-eating king(22), -the hero of the red shirt(23), Abel Shufflebottom(24), and a company of -bridge bachelors(25). So many were we that the supply of -Galli-Maufry(26) ran low, and when we reached the Land of Cocaigne(27) -we were wellnigh starved.</p> - -<p>Our party now separated, some going to the Grid-iron palace(28) and -others to King Cunobelin's Gold Mines(29). Of course we were -disappointed at not being able to visit the heart of Midlothian(30), -Montezuma's Watch(31), or the Land of the Morning Calm(32). But we got -home on Running Thursday(33), just in time for New Year next day. We had -a little money left, for we had consulted the wise men of Gotham(34). -Had we not done so, we should certainly have donned the badge of -poverty(35) forthwith, or we might have put on a badge bearing what -follows, and charge a certain sum per guess at the answer. Did you ever -hear of a person increasing his income in that way? But here is what we -might have donned, for people whom we met to answer.</p> - -<p>"I(36) used to live, for two hundred years or so, in the tops of high -trees in the forest. Then I was smashed, oh! so fine, and went into war. -I played an important part in the Civil War. I helped to kill, and was, -by thousands and thousands of men, torn to pieces myself. I am light, -yet heavy, and everybody knows me, or of me."</p> - -<p>Or this badge might have earned us more money:</p> - -<p>"I(37) have two legs only, but everybody would say, judging from my -name, that I have a dozen. I am often called a crank. Know books? Yes, -but never read them. I have much to do with chairs—wearing them -out—and people often wonder how I live."</p> - -<p>But to return to the trip long enough to say that it was a great one!</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>In this fanciful story are mentioned some famous people, usually by -their nicknames, and some odd historic places and things. There are also -two riddles. In sending answers, do not write out the story. Number -names as numbered here, write one below another in the proper order, and -put your name and address at the top of your first sheet of answers. -Mail answers not later than January 9, 1897, to <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span>, -New York—no street number required—and put in the lower left-hand -corner of your envelope "Puzzle Answer." Correct answers, with names of -winners, will be published in <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span> as early after the -close of the contest as possible, probably within about two weeks.</p> - -<p>The prizes, which will be awarded by the Messrs. Harper & Brothers, -Publishers, New York, are: $40, divided among the ten best solvers -according to merit. If one solver stands conspicuously ahead of the rest -he or she will be given from $10 to $25, as the comparative excellence -of the answer warrants. Persons of any age may help find the answers, -but only those who have not passed their 18th birthday, and who are -members of households in which this paper is regularly read, may send -them in. Merit signifies correctness and neatness, and has no reference -to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> solution reaching the office of <span class="smcap">Harper's Round Table</span> first in -point of time. Elaborate decoration of answers is not encouraged. Use -common stationery, note size, and do not roll. Write on one side of the -paper only. Everything comes to those who—try!</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="STAMPS" id="STAMPS"></a> -<img src="images/ill_066.jpg" width="600" height="205" alt="STAMPS" /> -</div> - -<blockquote> - -<p>This Department is conducted in the interest of stamp and coin -collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question -on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should address -Editor Stamp Department.</p></blockquote> - -<p>The stamp business was unusually dull throughout the summer and fall, -and the expected revival has not yet appeared. Probably one reason is -that every one is waiting for the 1897 catalogues. The astonishing rise -in the value of unused stamps seems to have concentrated speculation in -this direction, and the needless manufacture of "new varieties" with -fancy prices has discouraged the average collector. It is high time to -come down to a philatelic basis, and let the financial side of -collecting alone for a season. The advance in prices has nearly reached -its limit in the majority of cases, and subsequent increase of value -will be slow. In many instances there will be either a retrocession, -or—the dealers will keep the stamps in their safes vainly waiting for -customers.</p> - -<p>Some idea of the extent of the U. S. postal service is given in the -following figures from the President's message:</p> - -<h4>MAIL MATTER FOR THE YEAR ENDING</h4> - -<h4>June 30, 1896.</h4> - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="center">Weight.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="center">Pounds.</td><td align="center">Revenue.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Letters and postal cards</td><td align="right">65,337,343</td><td align="right">$60,624,464</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Newspapers</td><td align="right">348,988,648</td><td align="right">2,996,403</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Books, seeds, etc.</td><td align="right">78,701,148</td><td align="right">10,324,069</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Merchandise</td><td align="right">19,950,187</td><td align="right">3,129,321</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Free matter</td><td align="right">94,480,189</td><td align="center">....</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Received for box rents, etc., over</td><td align="center">....</td><td align="right">5,424,951</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="right">—————-</td><td align="right">—————-</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Total</td><td align="right">607,457,515</td><td align="right">$82,499,208</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p>The entire expenditures of the department, including pay for -transportation credited to the Pacific railroads, was $92,186,195.11, -which may be considered as the cost of receiving, carrying, and -delivering the above mail-matter.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">F. Ormiston</span>.—An immense quantity of Roman States remainders were -sold to dealers, hence prices are very low. Your stamps are worth -from 3c. to 5c. each.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">M. E. Jenkins</span>.—U. S. cent, 1798, worth 20c.; 1802, 25c.; -half-cent, 1809, 10c.; 1828, 20c.; 10c. shinplaster, face. "Army -and Navy" is not a coin, but is a token, and has no money value.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">D. W. Hardin</span>, 1003 Court Street, Saginaw, Mich., wishes to exchange -U. S. Revenues with beginners in the same line.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">H. L. Mossman</span>.—Canadian penny, 1854, is worth face only.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Constant Reader</span>.—1. See reply to A. W. de Roade in No. 893. 2. The -coins have no premium. 3. Apply to any respectable dealer.</p> - -<p>F. T. O.—Bergedorf half-schilling is worth 50c. The 5c. Columbian -worth 1c.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Del Rose McCann</span>, Ridley Park, Pa., <span class="smcap">F. Mikelski</span>, Bath, Me., wish to -exchange stamps.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">J. Rico</span>.—Do not attempt too much. The collection of minor -varieties requires time, money, and knowledge. You had better -collect "straight" stamps only. By the time you have got together -three or four thousand you will have required much knowledge, and -then be in a position to decide what special line, <i>if any</i>, you -purpose to take.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">A. A. Lato</span>.—West Indian and U. S. stamps <i>unused</i> were the -fashionable stamps during the past year. The results of the late -auctions indicate quite a falling off in values. Probably now would -be a good time to collect them, if you care to specialize in them.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Philatus</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/ill_067.jpg" width="600" height="302" alt="IVORY SOAP" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">A fine complexion is too rare</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">To run the risk of losing;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But everyone who takes good care</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">(All other kinds refusing)</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To get pure Ivory, grows more fair</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 22em;">With every day of using.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>Copyright, 1896, by The Procter & Gamble Co., Cin'ti.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_068.jpg" width="400" height="195" alt="HOME STUDY" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">of</p> - -<h3>SHORTHAND</h3> - -<p class="center">and our instruction</p> - -<p class="center">BY MAIL</p> - -<p class="center">will prepare</p> - -<h3>Young Women and Men</h3> - -<p>to occupy positions of trust. We also instruct in <b>Book-keeping, -Penmanship, Commercial Law, etc.</b> by same method, fitting young and -middle aged people for success in any department of business life. It is -at once the most inexpensive and thorough method of securing a practical -business education. Trial lesson 10c. Interesting Catalogue free. -Address</p> - -<h4><i>BRYANT & STRATTON COLLEGE</i>,</h4> - -<h4>NO. A-85 COLLEGE BLDG., BUFFALO, N. Y.</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>EARN A GOLD WATCH!</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 228px;"> -<img src="images/ill_069.jpg" width="228" height="250" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p>We wish to Introduce our <b>Teas and Baking Powder</b>. Sell 50 lbs. to earn a -<b>Waltham Gold Watch and Chain</b>; 25 lbs. for a <b>Silver Watch and Chain</b>; 10 -lbs. for a <b>Gold Ring</b>; 50 lbs. for a <b>Decorated Dinner Set</b>; 75 lbs. for a -<b>Bicycle</b>. Write for a Catalog and Order Blank to Dept. I</p> - -<h4>W. G. BAKER,</h4> - -<h4>Springfield Mass.</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>BOYS and GIRLS</h2> - -<p>can earn money by working half an hour daily distributing free samples -of Headache Powders. For full particulars address, CAPITAL DRUG CO., Box -880, Augusta, Me.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 267px;"> -<img src="images/ill_070.jpg" width="267" height="300" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>To Show</h2> - -<h3>Your</h3> - -<h2>Heels</h2> - -<p class="center">To other skaters wear the</p> - -<h3>Barney & Berry Skates.</h3> - -<h2>Highest Award World's Fair.</h2> - -<h4>Catalogue Free.</h4> - -<h4>BARNEY & BERRY, Springfield, Mass.</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>LAUGHING CAMERA, 10c.</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/ill_071.jpg" width="300" height="290" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">MY! OH MY!!</span> -</div> - -<p>The latest invention in Cameras. You look through the lens and your -stout friends will look like living skeletons, your thin friends like -Dime Museum fat men, horses like giraffes and in fact everything appears -as though you were living in another world. Each camera contains two -strong lenses in neatly finished leatherette case. The latest -mirth-maker on the market; creates bushels of sport. Catalogue of 1,000 -novelties and sample camera 10c., 3 for 25c., 12 for 90c. mailed -postpaid. Agents wanted.</p> - -<h4>ROBT. H. INGERSOLL & BRO.,</h4> - -<h4>Dept. No. 62, 65 Cortlandt St., N. Y.</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>For Young Americans</h2> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h2>GEORGE WASHINGTON</h2> - -<p>By <span class="smcap">Woodrow Wilson</span>, Ph.D., LL.D. Copiously Illustrated by <span class="smcap">Howard Pyle</span>, -<span class="smcap">Harry Fenn</span>, and Others. Crown 8vo, Cloth, Deckel Edges and Gilt Top, -$3.00.</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>Professor Wilson has made at the same time a new biography of -Washington and a new history of America in Washington's time. In -the perspective of American history, a perspective clearer, -perhaps, to this writer than to any other, the period treated is -especially significant, being the culmination of the colonial era, -and including the final overthrow of French dominion on American -soil, the Revolutionary War, and the establishment of the Republic -on the firm basis of constitutional law. Upon this historic -background Professor Wilson has painted his living portrait of -Washington, and with masterly skill and homely simplicity has shown -the relation of the man to the stirring events of his time, and has -made the whole epoch luminous with the spirit of its foremost man. -To many readers the most charming feature of this work will be the -picture presented of Washington in the quiet days of Mount Vernon -before and after the Revolution.</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>HARPER & BROTHERS, Publishers, New York</h3> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 176px;"> -<img src="images/ill_072.jpg" width="176" height="200" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>POSTER CALENDAR. 1897</h2> - -<h3><i>By Edward Penfield. Price 50c.</i></h3> - -<h3>Published by R. H. Russell & Son, New York.</h3> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 460px;"> -<img src="images/ill_073.jpg" width="460" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">THE ANIMALS ENJOY A NOVEL CHRISTMAS TREE BY COURTESY OF THE SQUIRREL.</span> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>A BRAVE LITTLE GIRL.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Just one more kiss for good-night, mamma,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Just one more kiss for good-night;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">And then you may go to my dear papa,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">And—yes—you may put out the light;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">For I'll promise you truly I <i>won't</i> be afraid,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">As I was last night; you'll see,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">'Cause I'm going to be papa's <i>brave</i> little maid,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">As he told me I ought to be.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">But the shadows won't seem so dark, mamma,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">If you'll kiss me a <i>little</i> bit more;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">And you know I can listen, and hear where you are,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">If you only <i>won't</i>—shut the door.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">For if I can hear you talking, I think</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">It will make me so sleepy, maybe,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">That I'll go to sleep just as quick as a wink,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">And forget to—to cry like a baby.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">You needn't be laughing, my mamma dear,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">While you're hugging me up so tight;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">You think I am trying to keep you here,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">You, and—I guess—the <i>light</i>.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Please kiss me good-night once more, mamma;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">I could surely my promise keep</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">If you'd only stay with me just as you are,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">And kiss me till—I go to sleep.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>ONE GOOD REASON.</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Bettie Witless</span>. "Why does that little boy always go barefooted?"</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sallie Knowall</span>. "Why, because he has more feet than shoes."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Abraham Lincoln was fond of a good story, and it is a well-known fact -that he often illustrated an important point in the business at hand by -resorting to his favorite pastime. Probably one of the best he ever told -he related of himself when he was a lawyer in Illinois. One day Lincoln -and a certain judge, who was an intimate friend of his, were bantering -each other about horses, a favorite topic of theirs. Finally Lincoln -said:</p> - -<p>"Well, look here, judge. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll make a -horse-trade with you, only it must be upon these stipulations: Neither -party shall see the other's horse until it is produced here in the -court-yard of the hotel, and both parties must trade horses. If either -party backs out of the agreement, he does so under a forfeiture of -twenty-five dollars."</p> - -<p>"Agreed," cried the judge, and both he and Lincoln went in quest of -their respective animals.</p> - -<p>A crowd gathered, anticipating some fun, and when the judge returned -first, the laugh was uproarious. He led, or rather dragged, at the end -of a halter the meanest, boniest, rib-staring quadruped—blind in both -eyes—that ever pressed turf. But presently Lincoln came along carrying -over his shoulder a carpenter's horse. Then the mirth of the crowd was -furious. Lincoln solemnly set his horse down, and silently surveyed the -judge's animal with a comical look of infinite disgust.</p> - -<p>"Well, judge," he finally said, "this is the first time I ever got the -worst of it in a horse-trade."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>NEW VARIETY OF COOKING.</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Mother</span>. "Freddie, pass the bread."</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Freddie</span> (<i>who has been studying about minerals at school</i>). "Do you want -aluminum bread, or the other kind?"</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Mother</span>. "What do you mean?"</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Freddie</span>. "One is very light and the other isn't."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>SOME NATURAL HISTORY.</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tripsey</span>. "I wonder does the catamaran feed on mice?"</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Fripsey</span>. "Yes; and the dromedary maid gives him cheese that she makes. -The tomahawk catches young chickens for food, the wanderoo eats nothing -on a journey, the spinning-jenny lives on cotton, the monkey-wrench apes -the saw horse, and lives on wood; while the gunwale eats nothing, the -toad-eater diets on favors, and the Welsh rabbit feeds everybody but -himself. Animals are queer things, Trip."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>NEAR NEIGHBORS.</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Professor Snibley</span>. "The <i>os humeris</i> is the shoulder-blade, is it?"</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Student</span>. "I'm not sure, sir; but it's somewhere near the funny-bone."</p> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, December 22, 1896, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, DEC 22, 1896 *** - -***** This file should be named 60172-h.htm or 60172-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/1/7/60172/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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