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diff --git a/old/65037-0.txt b/old/65037-0.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 75ab029..0000000 --- a/old/65037-0.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3503 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg eBook of Young Folks Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, April -1902, by H. L. Coggins - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and -most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Young Folks Magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, April 1902 - An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys & Girls - -Editor: H. L. Coggins - -Release Date: April 09, 2021 [eBook #65037] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: hekula03, Mike Stember and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was - produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital - Library.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUNG FOLKS MAGAZINE, VOL. I, NO. -2, APRIL 1902 *** - - - - -[Illustration] - - YOUNG - FOLKS - MAGAZINE - - VOLUME 1 NUMBER 2 - 1902 - APRIL - - - An ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY JOURNAL for BOYS & GIRLS - - The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia - - - - -CONTENTS FOR APRIL - - - FRONTISPIECE--Valley Forge--Washington and Lafayette Page - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE (Serial) W. Bert Foster 37 - Illustrated by F. A. Carter - - THE FRESHMAN BANQUET Harriet Wheeler 48 - Illustrated by H. M. Brock - - MR. 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Allison Atwood 62 - - LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS (Serial) Elizabeth Lincoln Gould 64 - Illustrated by Ida Waugh - - APRIL LEAVES Julia McNair Wright 71 - - WITH THE EDITOR 72 - - EVENT AND COMMENT 73 - - IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper II) Ellis Stanyon 74 - - THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles) 76 - - WITH THE PUBLISHER 77 - - - YOUNG FOLKS MAGAZINE - - _An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls_ - - SINGLE COPIES 10 CENTS ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION $1.00 - - Sent postpaid to any address - - Subscriptions can begin at any time and must be paid in advance - -Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, and -should be sent to - - The Penn Publishing Company - 923 ARCH STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA. - - Copyright 1902 by The Penn Publishing Company. - -[Illustration: VALLEY FORGE--WASHINGTON AND LAFAYETTE] - - - - - Young Folks Magazine - - VOL. I APRIL 1902 No. 2 - - - - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE - - By W. Bert Foster - - - CHAPTER III - - Black Sam - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - The story opens in the year 1777, during one of the most critical - periods of the Revolution. Hadley Morris, our hero, is in the employ - of Jonas Benson, the host of the Three Oaks, a well known inn on the - road between Philadelphia and New York. Like most of his neighbors, - Hadley is an ardent sympathizer with the American cause. When, - therefore, the bearer of dispatches, having been captured on his way - to Philadelphia, gives Hadley the all-important packet to be forwarded - to General Washington, the boy immediately makes his escape with it, - in spite of the risk to his own life from the pursuing horsemen. In - the darkness the fleeing boy meets a friendly teamster, Lafe Holdness, - in reality a patriot spy and friend of Washington. At his suggestion - the boy and his horse take safety in the low, covered wagon just as - the closely pursuing horsemen come dashing up the road. - -The covered wagon went creaking on until the officer, wheeling his big -steed directly across the road, halted the astonished team of draught -horses perforce. - -“Who be yeou, Mister, an’ what d’ye want?” drawled the teamster, rising -in his seat and throwing the light of his lantern directly into the -colonel’s eyes, so that by no possibility he might see into the back -of the wagon. “There seems to be a slather o’ folks ridin’ this road -ter-night.” - -“See you, sirrah!” exclaimed the colonel, riding close up to the -driver and scanning his smoothly-shaven, humorous face closely. “Has a -boy on horseback just passed you?” - -“Wa-al, now, I couldn’t tell whether it was a boy ’r th’ old Nick -himself,” declared Holdness, with apparent sincerity; “but suthin’ went -by me as slick as er streak o’ greased lightnin’.” - -“Sure he passed you?” repeated the British officer. - -“Honest Injun!” returned Holdness, with perfect truth. “I didn’t ketch -much of a sight of him; but he went past. What’s goin’ on, anyway, sir?” - -But Colonel Knowles, having considered that he had found out all that -was possible from the countryman, paid no attention to his question, -but turned to the dragoons who now thundered up. “He’s still ahead of -us, men!” he cried. “We must overtake him before he reaches the ferry--” - -“Indeed, we must, Colonel,” interposed the sergeant in command of -the dragoons. “There will be a force of the enemy at the ferry, it’s -likely, and we must not be drawn into any skirmish. Those were my -orders, sir, before I started.” - -“After him at once!” shouted the older officer. “I tell you, the boy -must be stopped. The papers he bears may be of the utmost importance.” - -They were all off at a gallop the next instant, and the axles of the -heavy wagon began to creak again. “Them fellers seem toler’ble anxious -ter see you, Had,” drawled Holdness, turning half around in his seat. -“What yeou been doin’?” - -Hadley related in a few words the excitement at the inn and his escape -from the barn on Black Molly. “And now I want to know what to do with -the papers, Lafe. Will you take ’em, and--” - -“No, sir! I can’t do it. I’ve orders to perceed just as I am perceedin’ -now, an’ nothin’ ain’t goin’ ter stop me.” - -“But the papers may be of importance. The man said they were for -General Washington.” - -“Then take ’em across the river an’ give ’em ter the Commander-in-Chief -yourself. That’s what yeou do, sonny!” - -“Me go to General Washington?” cried Hadley. “What would Jonas say, -anyway?” - -“Don’t yeou fret erbout Jonas. I’ll fix him as I go by. I can’t relieve -ye of any responsibility; the duty’s yourn--yeou do yer best with it.” - -Hadley was silent for a time. “I’ll do it, Lafe!” he exclaimed, -finally. “But I don’t know what Uncle Ephraim will say when he hears of -it. He’ll think I’ve run away to join the army.” - -“Don’t yeou worry erbout ol’ Miser Morris, Had. He’s as mean a Tory as -there is in New Jersey, ef he is your kin. I’ll stop right here an’ you -git the mare out.” - -He pulled up his plodding horses, thus giving Hadley no further -opportunity for objection, and the youth leaped up and spoke to Black -Molly, who scrambled to her feet at once. She knew what was expected -of her, and she squeezed around and stood head to the rear of the big -wagon without any command from Hadley. The boy pulled up the curtain, -dropped out himself, and then spoke to the intelligent animal. Out -she leaped, he caught her bridle, and, while Holdness dropped the end -curtain again, the boy mounted the mare and was ready to start. - -“Take the lower road,” Holdness advised again, “an’ try to git across -the river before midnight. When those dragoons find nobody at the ferry -they might take it inter their pesky heads s’arch along the river bank. -The Alwoods have got a bateau there--” - -“I don’t believe I could trust them,” Hadley interrupted. - -“I know. They’re pizen Tories--the hull on ’em. But there’s a -long-laiged boy there; what’s his name?” - -“’Lonzo.” - -“Ya-as. That’s him. Mebbe you c’d make him pole yer over.” - -“’Lonzo don’t like me any too well,” Hadley returned, with a laugh. -“He wanted to work for Jonas, and Jonas wouldn’t have him, but took me -instead.” - -“An’ good reason for it, too,” Holdness said. “Jonas didn’t want one o’ -that nest o’ Tories spyin’ on everything that goes on up to the inn. -Wa-al, ye’ll hafter do what seems best ter ye when yeou git there, Had. -That’s all I kin tell yer erbout it. Ride quick, an’ find some way of -crossing as soon as possible.” - -Hadley hurried on. Along the road were a few scattered dwellings, -mostly inhabited by farmers of more than suspected royalist tendencies. -In the house nearest the river lived a family named Alwood, the oldest -son of which was in a Tory regiment; the other boy, a youth of about -Hadley’s age, was one with whom our hero had come in contact more than -once. - -Hadley and Lon Alwood had attended the same school previous to the -breaking out of the war, and for months before the massacre at -Lexington, in the Massachusetts colony, feeling had run high here in -Jersey. The school itself had finally been closed, owing to the divided -opinions of its supporters; and whereas Hadley had been prominent among -the boys opposed to King and Parliament, Lon was equally forward among -those on the other side. Many of their comrades, boys little older -than themselves, were in one or the other army now, and Hadley Morris -thought of this with some sadness as he rode on through the night. But -his thoughts were soon in another channel. - -“I only hope I won’t run across Lon,” Hadley muttered, as Black Molly -clattered along. “I don’t just see how I am to pole that heavy flatboat -across the river alone, but I cannot call upon any of the Alwoods to -help me. Ah! there’s Sam.” - -Not that Hadley saw the individual of whom he spoke ahead of him. -Indeed, he could not see a dozen feet before the mare’s nose. But there -had flashed into his mind the remembrance of the black man, who was -one of the few slaves in the neighborhood. Black Sam belonged to the -Alwoods, and, although an old man, he was still vigorous. He lived -alone in a little hut on the river bank, and it was near his cabin that -the Alwood’s bateau was usually chained. The old slave was a favorite -with all the boys, and Hadley Morris had reason to know that Sam was to -be trusted. - -When the young dispatch bearer reached the river bank and the black -man’s hut, his mare was all of a lather and it was upwards of ten -o’clock. The Alwood house was several rods away, and, as was the case -with all the other farmhouses he had passed since crossing his uncle’s -estate, was wrapped in darkness. Nobody would travel these Jersey roads -by night, or remain up to such an hour, unless urgency commanded. - -Hadley rolled off his mount and rapped smartly on the cabin door. - -A long silence followed, then, to his joy, a voice from within called, -“Who’s dar?” - -“It’s me--Had Morris. I want you,” whispered the boy. - -“Want me!” exclaimed the astonished Sam. “Is dat sho’ ’nough you, -Moster Had? How come yo’ ’way down yere fr’m de T’ree Oaks? Whadjer -want?” - -“I’ve got to get across the river--quick, Sam! I haven’t a minute to -lose.” - -“Why don’ yo’ go up ter de ferry, Moster?” demanded the negro, still -behind the closed door. - -“I can’t go there. The Britishers are there--and they’re after me!” - -By this time the old negro had opened the door. - -“Lawsey, Moster Had! It is sho’ ’nough you. How come yo’ ter git in -such er fix?” - -“I can’t stop to tell you that, Sam.” Then he drew nearer and whispered -in the old man’s ear: “I’m going to headquarters. I’ve got dispatches -that must reach General Washington.” - -With this the old slave’s interest seemed to awaken. - -“Good! Ah’ll come right erlong, Moster Had--Ah’ll come right erlong.” - -Sam went hurriedly down to the boat and unfastened the chain. Then, -both putting their shoulders to the gunwale, they shoved the craft down -the sloping beach into the water. Sam placed a wide plank from the -shore, and Hadley led Black Molly across and urged her into the boat. - -Just as they were ready to shove off and the young courier was -congratulating himself on the safety of his project, there came a -startling interruption. A figure ran down to the landing from the -direction of the cabin, and, finding the boat already afloat, the -newcomer leaped aboard before Sam and Hadley could push away. - -“You black limb! I’ve caught you this time. What are you gettin’ the -boat out for at this time o’ night?” demanded a wrathful voice which to -Hadley seemed familiar. - -Black Sam, who stood beside him, and whom he could feel begin to shake, -whispered in his ear: “Dat ar’s Moster Lon--whadjer goin’ ter do?” - - - CHAPTER IV - - MAKING AN ENEMY SERVE THE PATRIOT CAUSE - -At any other time Hadley would not have been so disturbed at meeting -Lon Alwood, for, though they were not friends, he was scarcely afraid -of the Tory youth. But now, when he was in such haste and so much -depended upon his getting across the river in the quickest possible -time, the unexpected appearance of young Alwood unnerved him. - -“Whadjer goin’ ter do, Moster Had?” whispered the frightened darkey. -“Sho’s yo’ bawn, Ah’ll be skinned alibe fur dis.” - -“Who’s that with you, Sam?” demanded his young master. “You’re helping -some rebel across the river--I know your tricks. I tell you, when -father hears of this he’ll make you suffer for it!” - -“It’s Had Morris,” said the young courier, before his companion had a -chance to answer. “You needn’t come any nearer Lon, to find out. But, -as long as you are aboard, you can pick up the other pole and help Sam.” - -“Had Morris!” shouted the other boy in astonishment and wrath. “Do you -think I’m going to do what you say?” - -“Take up your pole, Sam!” commanded Hadley, hastily. “The boat’s -swinging down stream. Quick now!” - -He had heard a door shut somewhere near, and was quite sure that the -elder Alwood had heard the noise at the riverside and was coming to see -about it. Hadley stepped to where Lon stood in frozen amazement, and, -holding a pistol at a threatening angle, patted each of his enemy’s -side pockets and the breast of his shirt. Lon was without arms. - -“Lon, you pick up that other pole and set to work, or I’ll shoot you!” -commanded the young American, sternly. “If you were in my shoes you’d -treat me just as I’m treating you. I’ve got to get across the river, -and nothing you can do will stop me. No you don’t!” Lon had half -turned, as though he contemplated leaping into the river. Hadley raised -the pistol menacingly. “Pick up that pole!” he commanded. - -At that moment the voice of the elder Alwood came to their ears. - -“Lon! Lon! Is that you out there? What air you and Sam doin’ with the -boat?” - -“Keep on poling and save your wind!” commanded Hadley, threateningly, -still with the pistol at Lon’s side. - -But the old gentleman’s wrath rose, and, believing that it was not his -son aboard the boat, he brought his old-fashioned squirrel rifle to -his shoulder. “Stop where you be!” he called, threateningly. “I ain’t -goin’ to let you scalawags run off with my property--not by a jugful! -Come back here with that boat or I’ll see if a charge of shot’ll reach -ye!” - -“Don’t shoot, dad!” yelled Lon, in deadly fear of the old man’s gun. -“You’ll like enough shoot me instead of him. I can’t help it. He’s got -a pistol an’--” - -“Who is it?” cried the elder Alwood. “Where’s Sam?” - -“It’s Had Morris. He’s makin’ Sam and me take him across the river.” - -“Is that his horse I see there?” demanded the wrathful farmer. - -“Yes, dad. Shoot it!” shouted Lon. - -“Don’t you do it, Mr. Alwood,” warned the dispatch bearer. “I’ve got -my pistol right against your son’s ribs, and when you fire your gun I -shall pull the trigger.” - -“Don’t, dad!” yelled Lon. “Don’t shoot the horse.” - -Hadley nearly choked over his captive’s sudden change of heart, and -even black Sam chuckled as he bent his body against the pole at the -other side of the boat. They were now well out from the shore and the -water was deepening. Suddenly, above the loudly expressed indignation -of Farmer Alwood, sounded the clash of accoutrements and the ring of -hoofs. A cavalcade was coming along the edge of the river from the -direction of the regular ferry. - -“What is to do here, sirrah?” demanded a sharp voice, which Hadley knew -very well. It was the troop of dragoons with Colonel Knowles at their -head. They had not found him up the river, and, suspecting that he had -struck out for some other place of crossing, were scouring the bank of -the stream. Alwood’s boat was the nearest. - -Farmer Alwood explained the difficulty he was in--his son and slave -being obliged, at the point of a pistol, to pole the stable boy of the -Three Oaks Inn across to the Pennsylvania side of the river. - -“Ha! Hadley Morris, you say? The very boy we’re after!” cried the -colonel. “Men, give them a volley!” - -“No, no!” cried the old man. “That’s my son out there and my servant. -You want to commit murder, do ye?” - -“This Alwood is a loyal man, colonel,” the sergeant said. - -Colonel Knowles snorted in disgust. For the moment he was evidently -sorry that the Alwoods were not the worst rebels in the country, so -that he could have a good excuse for firing on the rapidly disappearing -boat. Their voices still floated across the water to Hadley, and he -heard the sergeant say:-- - -“We’d best give it up, sir. There’s no way of crossing near here, and -the whole country will be aroused if we don’t get back to our command. -There are more rebels than Tories in this neighborhood, sir.” - -“Keep at it, boys!” Hadley commanded. “I’ve got my eye on you. -Lon--don’t shirk. Hurry up there, Sam, you black rascal!” - -He could have hugged Sam in his delight at getting away from his -enemies: but he did not wish to get the old man into trouble. So he -treated him even more harshly than he did Lon all the way across the -wide stream. But Lon was in a violent rage when the big flatboat -grounded on the Pennsylvania shore. - -“You may think you’re smart, Had Morris!” he exclaimed, throwing down -the pole as Hadley took Molly’s bridle to lead her ashore. “But you -an’ me haven’t squared accounts yet. If you’re running away to join -Washington’s ragamuffins, you’d better not come back here on our side -of the river. We’ll fix you if you do. Anyway, the British army will be -here like enough in a few days, and they’ll eat up the last rag, tag, -an’ bobtail of ye!” - -Hadley laughed, but kept a grip on the pistol until he got Molly -ashore. He knew that, had he dared, young Alwood would have done -something besides threaten; he was not a physical coward by any means. - -“Don’ yo’ run away wid ol’ Sam’s pistol, Moster Had,” whispered the -negro. “Dat pistol goin’ ter sabe ol’ Sam’s life sometime, like ’nough.” - -“You’ll get into trouble with the farmers if they catch you with such -an ugly thing in your clothes,” Hadley returned, doubtfully, for, like -the other whites of the neighborhood, he did not believe in too much -liberty for the blacks, although the masters were struggling for their -freedom. - -“Moster Holdness gib me dat weapon,” responded Sam, “an’ he mighty -pleased wid me, Moster Had.” - -Hadley handed back the pistol when he heard the scout’s name, for he -knew that Holdness must have some good reason for wishing Black Sam to -be armed. Lon had not seen this little byplay; but he shouted for Sam -now to help pole the boat back across the river. - -“Be as slow as possible, Sam!” Hadley whispered, leaping astride his -mare. “Those chaps over there might take it into their heads to cross, -after all--though they’d be running their necks into a noose. Our -people must be all about here.” - -Sam pushed the heavy landing plank aboard again and picked up his pole, -while Hadley rode up the steep bank and reached the highway. - -Black Molly had recovered her wind now, and as soon as she struck the -hard road started at a good pace without being urged. Hadley knew the -general direction which he was to follow--for the first few miles at -least; but he had never been over the road before. - -The possibility of falling in with royalist sympathizers on the dark -woodroad along which the little mare bore him caused the boy to fairly -shake with dread. - -Every little noise startled him. If Molly stepped upon a crackling -branch, he threw a startled look from left to right, fearing that some -enemy lurked in the thickets which bordered the road. It would be an -awful thing to be shot down from ambush, and it would scarcely matter -whether he was shot by bushwhackers or scouts of the American army. -By and by, however, the narrow woodroad opened into a broader highway. -He was on the Germantown pike, and there were houses scattered along -the roadside--but all dark and silent, save for the baying of watchdogs -as Molly bore him on and on, her tireless feet clattering over the -hard-packed road. The mist rising from the low lands stretched itself -in ribbons across the road, as though to stop his progress. He drew up -the collar of his coat and bent low over Molly’s neck, shivering as the -dampness penetrated his garments. It was early cockcrow. - -Suddenly, from just before him where the mist hid the way, came the -clatter of arms. A cry rang out on the morning air, Molly rose on her -haunches and backed without her rider’s drawing rein. Hadley was nearly -flung to the ground. - -“Halt!” cried a voice, and in front of the startled youth appeared -half a dozen figures all armed with muskets, and dressed in garments -so nondescript that their affiliation, whether with the British or -American armies, it would have been hard to guess. “Who are you, -Master?” demanded the voice which had cried “Halt!” “Why do you ride so -fast on this road at night?” - -“See if he has the word, Bumbler,” advised a second man, and the party -advanced on the mare and her rider. - -“It’s a good horse--but she’s been ridden far,” declared a third. -“She’ll sell for something handsome in Germantown.” - -At this Hadley was quite assured that he had fallen into the enemy’s -hands with a vengeance. He dared not say that he had dispatches for -General Washington, for he believed the men who had stopped him to be -either royalist sympathizers, or a party of stragglers seeking what -unattached property they might obtain, being sure of going unscathed -for their crimes because of the unsettled state of the country. -Uniforms among the American troops were scarce at best. At this -time some of the regiments were distinguished merely by a cockade, -or a strap on their coats, while their uniforms were naught but the -home-spun garments they had worn on joining the army. - -“He’s only a boy, Corporal,” said the first speaker, and a lean, -unshaven face was thrust close to Hadley’s. “Get off the horse, lad. -It’s too good for you to ride--unless you’re riding for the right side?” - -This was said questioningly, and Hadley realized that he was being -given an opportunity to answer with the countersign but whether British -or American he did not know. And little good would it have done him had -he been sure of the affiliation of these men. He knew the countersign -of neither army. - -“I’m only riding in a hurry to Germantown, sirs,” he said. “I do not -know the password. I hope you will not stop me--” - -“What are you doing on this road?” demanded the corporal. “And without -the word? Didn’t you expect to fall in with the outposts?” - -“With what outposts?” cried Hadley. - -“Ours, of course--the American outposts? Are you one of this Tory tribe -with which the country is overrun?” - -At this Hadley, scarce convinced, flung much of his caution to the -winds and replied: “I am as anxious to reach the American outposts as I -can be. I have got to go to headquarters--” - -“Whose headquarters?” - -“The Commander-in-Chief’s.” - -“I believe the lad’s got dispatches, Corporal!” declared Bumbler. -“Let’s pull him off that horse and see.” So saying, he grasped Hadley -by the collar and dragged him bodily from the saddle. - -“Easy with the boy, man!” returned the other. “See if he’s got any -papers about him. This is a queer set-up altogether, for a lad to be -riding like mad toward headquarters--and over this road.” - -Breathless and disposed to believe the worst of his captors, Hadley -fought with all his strength to retain the packet; but Bumbler tore -open his coat, and his big hand sought the boy’s inner pocket, where -the precious papers lay. - - - CHAPTER V - - THE MAGIC OF A NAME - -Flat upon his back on the hard roadway, with the knee of Bumbler -pressing upon his chest, Hadley Morris was little able to defend the -dispatches which he had received from the injured courier in the yard -of the Three Oaks Inn. The man tore his coat apart, felt first in -one inner pocket and then in the other, and finally, with a grunt of -satisfaction, brought the sealed packet to light. - -“Dispatches, Corporal, as sure as aigs is aigs!” he exclaimed, passing -the packet up to the officer. - -“Huh! we’d better go careful here, Bumbler--we’d better go careful,” -said the portly man, doubtfully. “None of you know the boy?” - -The men, who had crowded around, all shook their heads. “Like enough -he’s no business with the papers,” Bumbler declared. “He’s no regular -dispatch bearer, an’ mayhap those papers came from York.” - -“They’re addressed to nobody,” grumbled the corporal. - -“Open ’em and see what’s in ’em,” suggested Bumbler, his sharp eyes -twinkling. He was still on his knees and holding Hadley on the ground. - -There was just enough light now for the boy to see the faces of the men -rather more distinctly than at first. The mist grew thinner as the dawn -advanced, and there was a faint flush of pink in the east above the -treetops. - -While he lay there on the ground, wondering how he might escape, his -ear caught the sudden rumble of carriage wheels coming swiftly along -the pike. - -In a few moments a heavy carriage drawn by four fine horses dashed -into view. It was indeed a chariot, as the private traveling coaches -of England were called at that day, and this vehicle was evidently -of English manufacture. Besides the coachman there was a footman, or -outrider, on a fifth horse and a darkey in livery sat up behind. - -The corporal shouted hoarsely to the coachman, and the presentation of -five muskets, Bumbler still holding on to Hadley, quickly brought the -carriage to a halt. In answer to the challenge the door of the coach -opened and a sharp voice demanded the cause of the disturbance. - -“Travelers on this road must have the password, master,” the corporal -said. “You are near the outposts of the army.” - -The man in the coach at once leaped out and approached the scouting -party. He was rather a tall man, dressed in semi-military manner, for -he wore a sword at his side and a buff coat with satin facings of blue. -His long, clean-shaven face was lean and ruddy, and his hair was rolled -up all around the back in the fashion of the day. His nose was aquiline -and his chin long and prominent--such a chin as physiognomists declare -denotes determination and perseverance. When he removed his hat to let -the cool morning air breathe upon his uncovered head, his brow was so -high that it fairly startled the beholder. Hadley, from his station -beside the road, was vastly interested in this odd-looking gentleman. - -“So you wish the countersign, do you, my man?” demanded the stranger, -looking the corporal over with hauteur. “What regiment are you?” - -The corporal mentioned one of the regiments of State troops which at -that time formed a part of Washington’s forces. - -“Then you should know me, sirrah, although I have not the countersign,” -the gentleman said. “I am John Cadwalader.” - -“Colonel Cadwalader--of the Silk Stocking Regiment!” Hadley heard -Bumbler mutter. - -The corporal looked undecided, and stammered: “Faith, Mr. Cadwalader, -ye may be whom ye say; but it’s our orders to let no one pass without -an investigation--” - -“Investigate, then!” snapped the gentleman. “If you do not know me, -send one of your men on with my carriage to the nearest officer. I am -on my way to headquarters and should not be delayed.” - -“I can spare no men, for I’m foraging,” declared the corporal, still -hesitating. - -“What do you intend doing, then, dolt?” cried the officer, wrathfully. -“Will you keep me here all the morning?” Then, seeing Hadley in the -grasp of Bumbler, he added: “And you are keeping that boy prisoner, -too, are you? You’ll have your hands full, Sir Corporal, before you get -back from this foraging expedition of yours. Your commanding officer -is to be congratulated on having such well-disciplined men in his rank -and file.” Evidently noticing the disarrangement of Hadley’s garments, -he added, looking at the boy again: “And why do you hold this farm lad -prisoner, pray?” - -At that the boy made bold to speak for himself, for he believed -this gentleman must really be somebody of importance. “If it please -you, sir, I was hastening to General Washington’s headquarters with -dispatches--which, I believe, only yesterday came from New York--when -these men stopped me and have taken away my papers--” - -“Ha!” exclaimed the gentleman, scrutinizing the youth sharply, -“you’re over young to be trusted with important news for the -Commander-in-Chief. How came you by these papers?” - -In a few words Hadley told of the injury to the dispatch bearer at the -Three Oaks Inn, and how he had escaped with the papers and crossed the -river. - -“Well done!” cried Cadwalader, evidently enjoying the story. “Ye did -well. And now these fellows have taken your packet, eh?” He turned a -frowning visage upon the corporal. “How is this?” he demanded. - -“We know nothing about the lad, your honor,” said the corporal. - -“Return to him the papers and let him go with me in the carriage. His -horse looks fagged and had best be left in the care of some loyal -farmer nearby.” - -“But how do we know you?” began the corporal, desperately. - -At this Bumbler left Hadley’s side and plucked at the petty officer’s -sleeve. “Don’t be a fool, Corporal!” he whispered, hoarsely. “It’s -Colonel Cadwalader true enough. I’ve seen him in Philadelphia many a -time.” - -At this assurance the other grudgingly gave up the papers to their -rightful possessor again, and Hadley turned a beaming face upon Colonel -Cadwalader. “You get right into the carriage, boy, and let my man here -lead your mare. We will find a safe place for her ere long, and you -can pick her up on your way home--if you return by this road. But a -well-set-up youngster like you should be in the army. We’ll need all -such we can get shortly, I make no doubt.” - -Hadley had no fitting reply to this, but, urged by the gentleman, -entered the coach, and the horses started again, leaving the chagrined -corporal and his men standing beside the road. - -The boy had never heard of John Cadwalader, or the Silk Stocking -Regiment, of which he was originally the commander; but the gentleman -was prominent in Philadelphia before the war broke out, and was one of -Washington’s closest and most staunch friends throughout the struggle -for independence. - -John Cadwalader, son of Thomas Cadwalader, a prominent physician -of the Quaker City, was thirty-three years of age when the War for -Independence began. At the time of the Lexington massacre he was in -command of a volunteer company in Philadelphia organized among the -young men of the élite, or silk-stocking class. But, despite the -rather sneering cognomen applied to it, the authorities found the Silk -Stocking Regiment well drilled and disciplined, and every member of it -was a welcome addition to the State troops. - -Hadley Morris might have sought far before finding a more able friend -to introduce him into the presence of the Commander-in-Chief of the -American forces. So close were the relations between Cadwalader and -Washington that later, after the battle of Monmouth, the former took up -the commander’s personal quarrel and fought and wounded the notorious -Conway in a duel near Philadelphia. - -As the heavy coach hurried on, they were stopped half a dozen times, -but at no point was there any difficulty. There was always somebody who -knew Colonel John Cadwalader. The magic of his name opened the way to -the very presence of the Commander-in-Chief, into whose hands Hadley -had been told to deliver the packet in his possession. The boy was -finally aroused from his uneasy sleep when the traveling coach stopped -before the door of a large residence beyond Germantown, which happened, -for the nonce, to be the headquarters of General Washington. - -“General Washington is exceedingly busy this morning, Colonel,” said -one of the officers, doubtfully, as the two alighted from the coach. -“Unless this be an important matter--” - -John Cadwalader’s head came up and his keen eyes flashed. “Tell the -General that Mr. Cadwalader awaits his pleasure,” he said, briefly, -“and that he brings a lad with him whom it would be well for his honor -to see.” - -He turned his back upon the group and waited with marked impatience -until a servant came with a request from the Commander-in-Chief for -Colonel Cadwalader and his charge to come into the house at once. - -“Follow me, lad,” the gentleman said. “You have risked much and -traveled far to do the cause a service, and you shall have fair play!” - - - CHAPTER VI - - A GREAT MAN’S COUNSEL - -Officers stood about in the hall of the house, as they did outside, -and many spoke to Colonel Cadwalader as he led his protégé in; but he -answered them but briefly. Evidently his pride had been touched by the -incident of the moment before, and he was struggling to keep his temper -in check. He was kindness itself to Hadley Morris, however. - -“Have no fear of your reception by General Washington,” he whispered. -“The dispatches you bear will be sufficient introduction.” - -But Hadley was afraid. Not, perhaps, that he feared any unkind -treatment; but in kind with most youth of his bringing up and station -in life, he looked in actual awe upon such a great man as the -Commander-in-Chief of the American forces. Nor did his fear lessen as -they entered the room. - -Washington sat at a little deal table, which evidently at the moment -served him as a desk. In those days his headquarters were scarcely the -same twenty-four hours at a time. When he glanced up, seeing Colonel -Cadwalader, he arose to greet him, coming forward a pace to do this -with much cordiality. - -“We have great need of you, Mr. Cadwalader,” the General said, waving -Hadley’s new friend to a seat near the little table. “You come from the -river?” - -“Aye, General. But I can give you little news of a satisfactory -character, I fear. However, here is a young lad who bears something -which may prove of moment.” - -Washington glanced swiftly at Hadley, who stood, plainly ill at ease, -and wringing his old cap in his hand. The brilliant, if travel-stained, -uniforms of the officers who surrounded the general contrasted oddly -with the patched and soiled garments the boy wore. He had ridden -away from the Three Oaks Inn in his stable dress, and he felt the -incongruity of his presence now more keenly than before. - -“What does the young man bring?” asked Washington. - -“Come forward, my lad,” Cadwalader Urged. “Give the General your -packet.” - -With trembling fingers Hadley unbuttoned his coat and drew forth the -sealed papers. He knew all the time that those keen eyes were looking -him over. They seemed to penetrate even the wrapper of the packet. - -[Illustration: HADLEY DELIVERED THE PACKET TO WASHINGTON] - -“Where are you from, boy?” asked Washington. - -“From--from the Three Oaks Inn,” stammered Hadley. In his own ears his -voice sounded from a long way off. - -“And who gave them to you?” was the next query. - -Hadley stammered worse than ever in trying to tell this, and John -Cadwalader took pity upon him. “So many strangers confuse the lad, -General. But he’s by no means a youngster without resources. From his -own story I reckon him a youth of action rather than of words,” the -colonel said, smiling. - -“Egad!” exclaimed one of the amused officers, under his breath, “it’s -boys like him we want, then.” - -Rapidly Cadwalader related the story of the injury to the dispatch -bearer at the Three Oaks Inn, of Hadley’s escape from the dragoons with -the papers, and of his adventures on the road; just as the boy had told -it to him in the carriage. Meanwhile General Washington had slit the -wrapper of the packet and unfolded the papers it contained. He nodded -now and then as Cadwalader’s story progressed, but at the same time he -glanced hastily over the papers. - -“Ha! the boy has done us all a service,” the Commander said at length. -“These matters are most important. The papers come direct from New -York, gentlemen, and we have here at last a sure outline, I believe, of -His Lordship Howe’s intentions. It is well, my lad,” he said, glancing -again at Hadley, “that you let not the packet fall into the hands -of the enemy. Our work would have been put back some days,--perhaps -crippled. I must see more of you. You seem heartily in sympathy with -our country’s cause. Why have you not enlisted?” - -“Egad, General!” exclaimed the same subordinate who had before spoken, -“I’ll set him to drilling myself if he’ll enlist. He’s a man’s stature -now, if not a man’s age.” - -The boy flushed and paled by turns as he listened to this. “Come, speak -up, Master Morris!” exclaimed Cadwalader, encouragingly. - -“I--I cannot enlist, if it please your honors,” the boy said. “My uncle -will not let me.” - -“And who is this precious uncle of yours who’d keep a well-set-up lad -like you out of the army?” demanded the second officer. - -“Ephraim Morris is his name, sir. We live hard by the Three Oaks, -across the river. I work for Jonas Benson, who keeps the inn.” - -“We have record of this Ephraim Morris,” said a dark-faced man in the -corner, looking from under lowering brows at the boy. “As rank a Tory -as there is in all Jersey. I’d not put too much trust in what the boy -brings, gentlemen, if he’s Miser Morris’s nephew.” - -The words stung Hadley to the quick. Unconsciously he squared his -shoulders, and his eyes flashed as he looked in the direction of the -last speaker. “My uncle refuses me permission to join the army, it is -true,” he said, chokingly; “but he has no power to change my opinions.” - -For an instant there was silence. Washington flashed a glance at -Colonel Cadwalader. - -“Master Morris,” Washington said, “we doubt not that you have good -reasons for not enlisting. But I believe you are in sympathy with us -and heed your country’s peril. You live in a community where you may be -of great benefit to us in the future. You have mentioned a man named -Holdness. You know him well?” - -“Yes, sir.” - -“Then deliver this note to him when next he passes the Three Oaks Inn. -He will return on the morrow or next day, I hear. Meanwhile be always -ready to serve the cause as you did last night, and, despite your -uncle’s prohibition against your joining the army, we shall count you -among our most useful servants. What say you, Mr. Cadwalader?” - -The colonel bowed. “My mind exactly, General,” he said. - -“This will pass you through the outposts,” the Commander said, handing -the two papers he had written to Hadley. “The colonel tells me you have -a horse not many miles from here. I wish you a safe return.” - -Too disturbed to scarce know what he replied, young Morris got out -of the room, and not until he reached the open highway did he take a -free breath. And all the way back to the farmhouse where Molly had -been left, he grew hot and cold by turns as he thought of the awkward -figure he must have cut in the presence of the leader of the American -cause. It was mid-afternoon ere he recovered his horse and started for -the river. Molly had been refreshed and carried him swiftly over the -road to the regular ferry, where he had been unable to cross the night -before. - -He met with no difficulty in passing the outposts and such scouting -parties of the American army as he met. There was no sign of British -soldiery upon this side of the river. He crossed the ferry at dark, and -three hours later rode quietly into the inn yard from the rear and put -Black Molly into her stall. Then he approached the house, wondering -what reception he should meet if Colonel Knowles and his daughter were -still sheltered there. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - -[Illustration] - - - - - THE FRESHMAN BANQUET - - BY HARRIET WHEELER - - -The bell was tolling for the vesper service. The students trooped out -of the various buildings and wended their way, more or less hastily, -towards the chapel. The last stroke had just ceased to vibrate as two -girls slipped into opposite ends of a rear seat and dropped down side -by side. As soon as it was safe, one of them pulled a note from her -pocket and stealthily tucked it into the hand of the other. - -“Read it and hand it over to Nellie Gaines,” she whispered. - -Edith Latta spread the note open on her lap and read:-- - -“Girls:--The Sophs have got news of our banquet, so we have changed -from the Watson House to the Goodwin. Everybody go down to Fanny -Berginrose’s right after chapel. The fish have come.” - -Within ten minutes every member of the Freshman class had read the -note, and it is to be feared that during the next half-hour their -minds were less occupied with the services than with curiosity and the -thought of planked white fish. - -Immediately after chapel the Freshman girls separated. - -A party of Sophomore boys gathered behind the chapel and eyed the -retreating Freshmen suspiciously. - -“There’s something up, fellows, sure,” said Bert Loranger. “We’d better -shadow the Freshies.” - -“You and George go, Bert,” said Theodore Lathrop. “They’ll smell a -mouse if a crowd follows. We’ll go up to Chapin Hall and you can ’phone -us the news.” - -The party separated, and George and Bert strolled down the path leading -through the campus toward town. The girls were in sight as they crossed -Pleasant Street and turned up Public Avenue. Bert slipped behind the -Parsonage and watched them cat-a-cornered through its bay window. - -[Illustration: BERT WATCHED THEM THROUGH THE BAY WINDOW] - -“They’re going to Fanny Berginrose’s!” he exclaimed. - -“And there come two more Juniors, with another crowd of girls, down the -hill.” - -“That’s all right,” declared George Nelson. “Come on down to Blake’s. -We’ll ’phone the fellows from there.” - -The boys hastened over to the livery stable. “Hello, there, Ted! We’ve -tracked the girls to Fanny Berginrose’s. You know the scheme. Hurry -down.” - -Ten minutes later a dozen Sophomores entered Blake’s, hot and -breathless. - -“Everything’s moving,” said Bert Loranger. “We’ve ordered two ’buses. -We’ll go down to Fanny’s in a body and politely offer to escort the -Fresh-Ladies. Once in, we’ll drive them over to Rockton and across to -Freeville, and keep them going till midnight.” - -As soon as the ’buses were ready the boys sprang in and started for the -Berginrose mansion. As they drew up in imposing array along the curb, -they stood up and, swinging their hats, gave the Freshman yell: “Siss, -bang! Boom-a-lang! Roar! Vive-la, Belmont! 1904!” - -Long before that all the girls were watching them from the window. - -“The Sophomores! What shall we do? Don’t let them in!” cried they in a -chorus. - -Fanny stuck her head out the window and asked, “What’s wanted?” - -“We’ve come to offer our services as escorts to the hotel,” said Ted, -bowing as gracefully as possible to a second-story window. - -“They’re up to some trick,” whispered Edith Latta. “Anyhow, they still -think we’re going to the Watson House. That’s good.” - -“Declined with thanks,” responded Fanny, slowly withdrawing her head -and closing the window. - -The boys began to get out of the ’bus, and very deliberately surrounded -the house. - -“I do believe they’re going to try to break in,” cried one of the -younger girls. “Call up the police.” - -Fanny considered for a moment, but the sounds below dispelled her -doubt. Going to the ’phone, she called up the city marshal. - -His laugh could be heard through the ’phone. “All right,” he shouted; -“I’ll be up with force big enough to quell all disturbances.” - -In a few moments the officials appeared, followed by three Juniors. -Fanny let them in and bolted the door behind them. - -“What shall we do, Mr. Appleton?” said the girls, surrounding the -marshal. - -“Do! Jump into the ’buses and we’ll see that the drivers carry you -all to wherever you want to go. And at their expense, too,” he said, -chuckling at the thought. “Here, you boys,” to the Juniors, “no time -for coats.” - -The girls put on their wraps. The marshal threw the doors open and -shouted, “The girls accept your offer. Clear the way!” - -The girls followed the marshal into the ’buses. The Sophomores -surrounded them and attempted to climb over the wheels. But the -policemen, by some well-directed rib-poking with their clubs, were -enabled to free the ’bus. The three Juniors mounted to the drivers’ -seats, and then, leaving a crowd of chagrined and disgusted Sophomores -on the sidewalk, the ’buses rattled down the street. - -At the hotel the Freshmen boys greeted the new arrivals from the steps -and escorted them to the parlors. - -“How in the world did you boys get over here?” asked Edith. - -“Sneaked,” responded Addison Meyers, briefly. “Three or four of the -boys are putting themselves a good deal in evidence over at the Watson -House, just to keep up appearances. They’ll come later.” - -Then the party proceeded to take sole possession of the second floor -of the hotel. There was a cozy little dining-room on that floor, just -large enough for their use. Their rather sudden descent upon his -establishment had evidently taken the landlord by surprise, and, red of -face and short of breath, he was now doing his best to catch up. - -“I’m actually faint,” declared Belle Shephard, twenty minutes later. “I -hope the spread ’ll be ready on time. This terrible excitement makes me -hungry.” - -Kauffman responded gallantly. “What, ho, landlord!” he said, rapping -vigorously on the door of the dining-room. Immediately a shuffling step -was heard within, and the door was opened but a few inches. - -“Mein Herr, these ladies are ravenous. They demand planked white fish -or your life. How soon--” - -“Planked white fish?” interrupted the landlord, in indignant -astonishment. “I give you not one white fish. I promised them not. For -so little money, it is not--” But Kauffman had suddenly shut the door -upon his protesting countenance, and turned to the group behind him. - -“How’s this, His Excellency denies the white fish?” - -“Oh! Oh! Oh!” exclaimed Edith Latta, tragically grasping the two girls -within her reach, and drawing all eyes in her direction. “We forgot -to have them sent down. We were scared out of our wits and we forgot -everything.” - -Jack Kauffman, who seemed to thrive on bad luck, made straightway for -the ’phone, his first resort in all such cases. He rang up Klumpf, the -baker. - -“What about those fish? Are they done?” - -A silence. - -“How’s that? I couldn’t quite hear.” - -“Taken? Who-- Say! what was he like? Tall, light hair, wore a spotted -vest and patent leathers. Well, I--” - -Kauffman hung up the receiver with an impatient twang. - -“I say, fellows and gentlemen, we’re done for. The Sophs have hooked -our fish. Jim Wilmore and that crowd--” - -“Hello!” The door flew open suddenly, and Bill Winters, one of the -Juniors, burst in. - -“Here’s something for you fellows. The Sophs sent it over to the Watson -House, thinking you were there.” As he spoke he handed what looked like -a letter to Jack Kauffman. “Looks as if they have taken your coats,” he -added. - -“Coats!” exclaimed Crawford, in sudden surprise. “Why, I left mine in -the ’bus.” - -“So did I, and I!” exclaimed several voices at once. - -Kauffman read the letter. - -“Ye green and verdant Freshmen are cordially invited to attend an -auction sale of coats, to be held in the lower hall of the Goodwin -immediately after the Sophomores partake of their white fish supper. -We would state privately that in the pockets of these garments will be -found many rare and valuable relics, such as autograph letters, signed -by your own classmates, unpaid laundry bills, etc. These will be sold -to the lowest bidder.” - -Embarrassment and indignation were plainly visible on the faces of the -Freshmen, and both feelings were reflected in no small degree in the -countenances of the girls. - -“White fish!” exclaimed Crawford, who was the first to recover from the -general consternation. “That explains it.” - -“Why! How!” exclaimed the girls, who could not fully take in the -situation. Kauffman looked up with a grim smile that was not entirely -mirthful. “In other words,” he began, and his teeth seemed to cut each -syllable, “they have scooped our coats and obtained our planked white -fish under false pretenses. Now they propose to eat the fish under our -very noses and sell the coats at public auction. Can such things be?” -He looked about him upon the comical dismay of the group. Then a storm -of indignant protests filled the air. - -“See here, Jack.” Crawford plucked Kauffman by the elbow and led him to -one side. There was a hurried consultation between the two and a sudden -decision. When it was reached Crawford slipped from the room and left -the hotel by the little street in the rear. Presently those nearest the -front windows became aware of some unusual commotion at the entrance to -the hotel, and, when somebody cautiously raised the window and reclosed -the inside blinds, the sound of Crawford’s voice was distinctly heard. - -“Blame you fellows,” he was saying; “give me my coat. I left something -valuable in the pocket. It’s a mean trick, anyway.” - -“What was it, Freshie?” came from a lower window in a taunting voice. -“Handkerchief?” - -A laugh and a chorus of derisive responses sounded at once, some of -the latter expressing deep sympathy, others suggesting more or less -practical substitutes for the supposedly missing handkerchief. - -The Freshmen above could see that Crawford was the centre of a rapidly -increasing crowd of Sophomores, to whom he continued earnestly to -appeal for his missing coat. There was a whine in his voice that none -of his classmates ever remembered to have heard before, and which -stirred the Sophomores to wonderful flights of sarcasm. - -“What does he mean?” whispered Fanny Berginrose, in genuine perplexity, -to the girls about her. “He must know that that kind of talk will never -do any good. Catch me begging them for anything. John Kauffman, what’s -this all about. Why--where is John?” - -Nobody knew. He had slipped away unobserved. So, also, had Addison -Meyers and Harry Bartlett. While the girls were still expressing their -wonder, sounds of cautious footsteps were heard upon the narrow back -stairs which connected the second floor with the kitchen. The door was -pushed open, and Kauffman appeared, bearing a great covered platter, -which was just all he could handle. But he was grinning. Behind him -were Meyers and Bartlett, ears deep in heaping armloads of coats. - -Jack passed into the little private dining-room in which the spread -was now ready. For a few minutes there came sounds of protest and -explanation, and then Jack and the landlord came in together. Suddenly, -as if he had forgotten something, the latter went to the window and -gave a low whistle. - -In a minute, Crawford, bubbling over with laughter, came up the stairs -two steps at a time. - -“How was that, fellows, for an indignant Freshie?” - - - - - MR. NOBODY - - - There is a funny little man, - As quiet as a mouse, - Who does the mischief that is done - In everybody’s house. - There’s no one ever sees his face, - And yet we all agree - That every plate and cup was cracked - By Mr. Nobody. - - ’Tis he who always tears our books, - Who leaves our doors ajar; - He pulls the buttons from our shirts, - And scatters pins afar. - That squeaking door will always squeak - For, prithee, don’t you see, - We leave the oiling to be done - By Mr. Nobody. - - The finger marks upon the doors - By none of us are made; - We never leave the blinds unclosed, - To let the curtains fade; - The ink we never spill; the boots - That lying round you see - Are not our boots--they all belong - To Mr. Nobody. - - - - - A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST - - By Evelyn Raymond - - - CHAPTER IV - - The Stranger’s Name - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - Brought up in the forests of northern Maine, and seeing few persons - excepting her uncle and Angelique, the Indian housekeeper, Margot - Romeyn knows little of life beyond the deep hemlocks. Naturally - observant, she is encouraged in her out-of-door studies by her - uncle, at one time a college professor. The cyclone from which they - barely escape with their lives appeals to her only as an interesting - phenomenon. Later in the same day, through her woodland instinct, she - and her uncle are enabled to save the life of Adrian Wadislaw, a youth - who, lost and almost overcome with hunger, has been wandering in the - neighboring forest. - - -Thrusting back the hair that had fallen over her eyes, Margot sprang -up and stared at the floundering mass of legs, arms, and wings upon -the wide lounge--a battle to the death, it seemed. Then she caught the -assailant in her strong hands and flung him aside, while her laughter -rang out in a way to make the stranger also stare, believing she had -gone crazy with sudden fear. - -But his terror had restored his strength most marvelously, for he, too, -leaped to his feet and retreated to the furthest corner of the room, -whence he regarded the scene with dilated eyes. - -“Why--why--it’s nobody, nothing, but dear old Tom!” - -“It’s an eagle! The first--” - -“Of course he’s an eagle. Aren’t you, dear? The most splendid bird in -Maine, or maybe Canada. The wisest, the most loving, the-- Oh! You big, -blundering, precious thing! Scaring people like that. You should be -more civil, sir.” - -“Is--is--he tame?” - -“Tame as Angelique’s pet chicken. But mischievous. He wouldn’t hurt you -for anything.” - -“Humph! He would have killed me if I hadn’t waked and yelled.” - -“Well, you did that surely. You feel better, don’t you?” - -“I wish you’d put him outdoors, or shut him up where he belongs. I want -to sit down.” - -“There’s no reason why you shouldn’t,” she answered, pushing a chair -toward him. - -“Where did you get it--that creature?” - -“Uncle found him when he was ever so young. Somebody or something, a -hunter or some other bird, had hurt his wing and one foot. Eagles can -be injured by the least little blow upon their wings, you know.” - -“No. I know nothing about them--yet. But I shall, some day.” - -“Oh! I hope so. They’re delightful to study. Tom is very large, we -think. He’s nearly four feet tall, and his wings--Spread your wings, -sir! Spread!” - -Margot had dropped upon the floor before the wide fireplace, her -favorite seat. Her arms clasped her strange pet’s body, while his white -head rested lovingly upon her shoulder. His eyes were fixed upon the -blazing logs, and the yellow irises gleamed as if they had caught and -held the dancing flames. But at her command he shook himself free, and -extended one mighty wing, while she stretched out the other. Their tips -were full nine feet apart and seemed to fill and darken the whole place. - -In spite of this odd girl’s fearless handling of the bird, it looked -most formidable to the visitor, who retreated again to a safe distance, -though he had begun to advance toward her. And again he implored her -to put the uncanny monster out of the house. - -Margot laughed, as she was always doing; but, going to the table, -filled a plate with the fragments from the stew, and, calling Tom, set -the dish before him on the threshold. - -“There’s your supper, Thomas the King! Which means, no more of -Angelique’s chickens, dead or alive.” - -The eagle gravely limped out of doors and the visitor felt relieved, -so that he cast somewhat longing glances upon the table, and Margot -was quick to understand them. Putting a generous portion upon another -plate, she moved a chair to the side nearest the fire. - -“You’re so much stronger, I guess it won’t hurt you to take as much as -you like now. When did you eat anything before?” - -“Day before yesterday--I think. I hardly know. The time seems confused. -As if I had been wandering, round and round, forever. I--was almost -dead, wasn’t I?” - -“Yes. But ’twas Angelique who was first to see it was starvation. -Angelique is a Canadian. She lived in the woods long before we came to -them. She is very wise.” - -He made no comment, being then too busy eating; but at length even his -voracity was satisfied, and he had leisure to examine his surroundings. -He looked at Margot as if girls were as unknown as eagles; and, indeed, -such as she were--to him, at least. Her dress was of blue flannel, and -of the same simple cut that she had always worn. A loose blouse, short -skirt, full knickers, met at the knees by long shoes, or gaiters of -buckskin. These were as comfortable and pliable as Indian moccasins, -and the only footgear she had ever known. They were made for her in a -distant town, whither Mr. Dutton went for needed supplies, and like -the rest of her costume, after a design of his own. She was certainly -unconventional in manner, but not from rudeness so much as from a -desire to study him--another unknown specimen from an outside world. -Her speech was correct beyond that common among school girls, and her -gaze was as friendly as it was frank. - -Their scrutiny of each other was ended by her exclaiming:-- - -“Why--you are not old! Not much older than Pierre, I believe! It must -be because you are so dirty that I thought you were a man like uncle.” - -“Thank you,” he answered, dryly. - -But she had no intention of offense. Accustomed all her own life to the -utmost cleanliness, in the beginning insisted upon by Angelique because -it was proper, and by her guardian for health’s sake, she had grown up -with a horror of the discomfort of any untidiness, and she felt herself -most remiss in her attentions that she had not earlier offered soap and -water. Before he realized what she was about, she had sped into the -little outer room which the household used as a lavatory, and whirled a -wooden tub into its centre. This she promptly filled with water from a -pipe in the wall, and, having hung fresh towels on a chair, returned to -the living room. - -“I’m so sorry. I ought to have thought of that right away. But a bath -is ready now, if you wish it.” - -The stranger rose, stammered a little, but accepted what was in truth a -delightful surprise. - -“Well, this is still more amazing! Into what sort of a spot have I -stumbled? It’s a log house, but with apparently several rooms. It has -all the comforts of civilization, and at least this one luxury. There -are books, too. I saw them in that inner apartment as I passed the open -door. The man looks like a gentleman in the disguise of a lumberman, -and the girl--what’ll she do next? Ask me where I came from, and why, I -presume. If she does, I’ll have to answer her, and truthfully. I can’t -fancy anybody not telling the truth to those blue eyes. Maybe she won’t -ask.” - -She did, however, as soon as he reëntered the living room, refreshed -and certainly much more attractive in appearance than when he had the -soil and litter of his long wandering upon him. - -“Oh! how much more comfortable you must be. How did you get lost? Is -your home far from here?” - -“A long, long way,” and for a moment something like sadness touched his -face. That look passed quickly and a defiant expression took its place. - -“What a pity! It will be so much harder to get word to your people. -Maybe Pierre can carry a message, or show you the road, once you are -strong enough again.” - -“Who’s Pierre?” - -“Mother Ricord’s son. He’s a woodlander and wiser even than she is. -He’s really more French than Indian, but uncle says the latter race is -stronger in him. It often is in his type.” - -“A-ah, indeed! So you study types up here, do you?” - -“Yes. Uncle makes it so interesting. You see, he got used to teaching -stupid people when he was a professor in his college. I’m dreadfully -stupid about books, though I do my best. But I love living things; and -the books about animals and races are charming. When they’re true, -that is. Often they’re not. There’s one book on squirrels uncle keeps -as a curiosity, to show how little the writer knew about them. And the -pictures are no more like squirrels than--than they are like me.” - -“A-ah!” said the listener, again. “That explains.” - -“I don’t know what you mean. No matter. It’s the old stupidity, I -suppose. How did you get lost?” - -“The same prevailing stupidity,” he laughed. “Though I didn’t realize -it for that quality. Just thought I was smart, you know--conceit. -I--I--well, I didn’t get on so very well at the lumber camp I’d joined. -I wasn’t used to work of that sort, and there didn’t seem to be room, -even in the woods, for a greenhorn. I thought it was easy enough. I -could find my way anywhere, in any wilderness, with my outfit. I’d -brought that along, or bought it after I left civilization; so one -night I left, set out to paddle my own canoe. I paddled it into the -rapids, what those fellows called Rips, and they ripped me to ruin. -Upset, lost all my kit, tried to find my way back, wandered and -walked, forever and ever, it seemed to me, and--you know the rest.” - -“But I do not. Did you keep hallooing all that long time? How did it -happen we heard you?” - -“I was in a rocky place when that tornado came, and it was near the -water. I had just sense enough left to know the rocks would shelter me -and crept under them. Oh! that was awful--awful!” - -“It must have been, but I was so deep in our cave that I heard but -little of it. Uncle and Angelique thought I was out in it and lost. -They suffered about it, and uncle tried to make a fire and was sick. We -had just returned home when we heard you.” - -“After the storm I crawled out and saw you in the boat. You seemed to -have come right out of the earth, and I shouted, or tried to. I kept on -shouting even after you were out of sight, and then I got discouraged -and tried once more to find a road out.” - -“I was singing so loud I suppose I didn’t hear at first. I’m so sorry. -But it’s all right now. You’re safe, and some way will be found to get -you to your home, or that lumber camp, if you’d rather.” - -“Suppose I do not wish to go to either place--what then?” - -Margot stared. “Not--wish--to go--to your own dear--home?” - -The stranger smiled at the amazement of her face. - -“Maybe not. Especially as I don’t know how I would be received there. -What if I was foolish and didn’t know when I was well off? What if I -ran away, meaning to stay away forever?” - -“Well, if it hadn’t been for the rocks, and me, it would have been -forever. But God made the rocks and gave them to you for a shelter; -and He made me and sent me out on the lake so you should see me and be -found. If He wants you to go back to that home, He’ll find a way. Now, -it’s queer. Here we’ve been talking ever so long, yet I don’t know who -you are. You know all of us: Uncle Hugh Dutton, Angelique Ricord, and -me. I’m Margot Romeyn. What is your name?” - -“Mine? Oh! I’m Adrian Wadislaw. A good-for-nought, some people say. -Young Wadislaw, the sinner, son of old Wadislaw, the saint.” - -The answer was given recklessly, while the dark young face grew sadly -bitter and defiant. - -After a moment, something startled Margot from the shocked surprise -with which she had heard this harsh reply. It was a sigh, almost a -groan, as from one who had been more deeply startled even than herself. -Turning, she saw the master standing in the doorway, staring at their -visitor as if he had seen a ghost, and nearly as white as one himself. - - - CHAPTER V - - IN ALADDIN LAND - -It seemed to Margot, watching, that it was an endless time her uncle -stood there gazing with that startled look upon their guest. In reality -it was but a moment. Then he passed his hand over his eyes, as one -who would brush away a mist, and came forward. He was still unduly -pale, but he spoke in a courteous, almost natural manner, and quietly -accepted the chair Margot hastened to bring him. - -“You are getting rested, Mr.--” - -“Oh! please don’t ‘Mister’ me, sir. You’ve been so good to me, and -I’m not used to the title. Though, in my scratches and wood dirt, -this young lady did take me for an old fellow. Yes, thanks to her -thoughtfulness, I’ve found myself again, and I’m just Adrian, if you’ll -be so kind.” - -There was something very winning in this address, and it suited the -elder man well. The stranger was scarcely out of boyhood, and reminded -the old collegian of other lads whom he had known and loved. Wadislaw -was not a particularly pleasing name that one should dwell upon it, -unless necessary. Adrian was better and far more common. Neither did -it follow that this person was of a family he remembered too well; and -so Mr. Dutton reassured himself. In any case, the youth was now “the -stranger within the gates,” and therefore entitled to the best. - -“Adrian, then. We are a simple household, following the old habit of -early to bed and to rise. You must be tired enough to sleep anywhere, -and there is another big lounge in my study. You would best occupy it -to-night, and to-morrow Angelique will fix you better quarters. Few -guests favor us in our far-away home,” he finished, with a smile that -was full of hospitality. - -Adrian rose at once, and, bidding Margot and Angelique good-night, -followed his host into a big room which, save for the log walls, might -have been the library of some city home. It was a room which somehow -gave him the impression of vastness, liberality, and freedom--an -inclosed bit of the outside forest. Like each of the other apartments -he had seen, it had its great fireplace and its blazing logs, not at -all uncomfortable now in the chill that had come after the storm. - -But he was too worn out to notice much more than these details, and, -without undressing, dropped upon the lounge and drew the Indian blanket -over him. His head rested upon great pillows stuffed with fragrant -spruce needles, and this perfume of the woods soothed him into instant -sleep. - -But Hugh Dutton stood for many minutes, gravely studying the face of -the unconscious stranger. It was a comely, intelligent face, though -marred by self-will and indulgence, and with each passing second its -features grew more and more painfully familiar. Why, why had it come -into his distant retreat to disturb his peace? A peace that it had -taken fifteen years of life to gain, that had been achieved only by -bitter struggle with self and with all that was lowest in a noble -nature. - -“Alas! And I believed I had at last learned to forgive!” - -But none the less because of the bitterness would this man be unjust. -His very flesh recoiled from contact with that other flesh, fair as it -might be in the sight of most eyes, yet he forced himself to draw with -utmost gentleness the covering over the sleeper’s shoulders, and to -interpose a screening chair between him and the firelight. - -“Well, one may at least control his actions, if not his thoughts,” he -murmured, and quietly left the place. - -A few moments later he stood regarding Margot, also, as she lay in -sleep, and all the love of his strong nature rose to protect her from -the sorrow which she would have to bear sometime, but--not yet! Oh! not -yet! Then he turned quickly and went out of doors. - -There had been nights in this woodlander’s life when no roof could -cover him. When even the forest seemed to suffocate, and when he had -found relief only upon the bald, bare top of that rocky height which -crowned the island. On such nights he had gone out early and come home -with the daybreak, and none had known of his absence, save, now and -then, the faithful Angelique, who knew the master’s story but kept it -to herself. - -Margot had never guessed of these midnight expeditions, nor understood -the peculiar love and veneration her guardian had for that mountain -top. She better loved the depths of the wonderful forest, with its -flowers and ferns, and its furred or feathered creatures. She was -dreaming of these, the next morning, when her uncle’s cheery whistle -called her to get up. - -A second to awake, a swift dressing, and she was with him, seeing no -signs of either illness or sorrow in his genial face, and eager with -plans for the coming day. All her days were delightful, but this would -be best of all. - -“To think, uncle dear, that somebody else has come at last to see our -island! Why, there’s so much to show him I can hardly wait, nor know -where best to begin.” - -“Suppose, Miss Impatience, we begin with breakfast? Here comes Adrian. -Ask his opinion.” - -“Never was so hungry in my life!” agreed that youth, as he came hastily -forward to bid them both good-morning. “I mean--not since last night. -I wonder if a fellow that’s been half-starved, or three-quarters even, -will ever get his appetite down to normal again? It seems to me I -could eat a whole wild animal at a sitting!” - -“So you shall, boy; so you shall!” cried Angelique, who now came in, -carrying a great dish of browned and smoking fish. This she placed at -her master’s end of the table and flanked it with another platter of -daintily crisped potatoes. There were heaps of delicate biscuits, with -coffee and cakes galore; enough, the visitor thought, to satisfy even -his own extravagant hunger, and again he wondered at such fare in such -a wilderness. - -“Why, this might be a hotel table!” he exclaimed, in unfeigned -pleasure. “Not much like lumberman’s fare: salt pork, bad bread, -molasses-sweetened tea, and the everlasting beans. I hope I shall never -have to look another bean in the face! But that coffee! I never smelled -anything so delicious.” - -“Had some last night,” commented Angelique, shortly. She perceived that -this stranger was in some way obnoxious to her beloved master, and she -resented the surprise with which he had seen her take her own place -behind the tray. Her temper seemed fairly cross-edged that morning, and -Margot remarked:-- - -Don’t mind Mother Angelique. She’s dreadfully disappointed that nobody -died and no bad luck followed her breaking a mirror, yesterday. - -“No bad luck?” demanded Angelique, looking at Adrian with so marked a -manner that it spoke volumes. “And as for dying--you’ve but to go into -the woods and you’ll see.” - -Here Tom created a diversion by entering and limping straight to the -stranger’s side, who moved away, then blushed at his own timidity, -seeing the amusement with which the others regarded him. - -“Oh! we’re all one family here, servants and everybody,” cried the -woman, tossing the eagle a crumb of biscuit. - -But the big bird was not to be drawn from the scrutiny of this new -face; and the gravity of his unwinking gaze was certainly disconcerting. - -“Get out, you uncanny creature! Beg pardon, Miss Margot, but I’m--he -seems to have a special grudge against me.” - -“Oh! no. He doesn’t understand who you are yet. We had a man here last -year, helping uncle, and Tom acted just as he does now. Though he never -would make friends with the Canadian, as I hope he will with you.” - -Angelique flashed a glance toward the girl. Why should she, or anybody, -speak as if this lad’s visit were to be a prolonged one? And they had, -both she and the master. He had bidden the servant fill a fresh tick -with the dried and shredded fern leaves and pine needles, such as -supplied their own mattresses; and to put all needful furnishings into -the one disused room of the cabin. - -“But, Master! When you’ve always acted as if that were bein’ kept for -somebody who was comin’ some day. Somebody you love!” she protested. - -“I have settled the matter, Angelique. Don’t fear that I’ve not thought -it all out. ‘Do unto others,’ you know. For each day its duty, its -battle with self, and, please God, its victory.” - -“He’s a saint, ever’body knows; and there’s something behind all this I -don’t understand. But, all the same, I wish my hand had shivered before -I broke the glass!” she had muttered, but had done his bidding, still -complaining. - -Commonly, meals were leisurely affairs in that forest home, but on this -morning Mr. Dutton set an example of haste that the others followed; -and as soon as their appetites were satisfied he rose and said:-- - -“I’ll show you to your own room now, Adrian. Occupy it as long as you -wish. And find something to amuse yourself with while I am gone, for I -have much to do out of doors. It was the worst storm, for its duration, -that ever struck us. Fortunately, most of the outbuildings need only -repairs, but Snowfoot’s home is such a wreck she must have a new one. -Margot, will you run up the signal for Pierre?” - -“Yes, indeed! Though I believe he will come without it. He’ll be -curious about the tornado, too, and it’s near his regular visiting -time.” - -The room assigned to Adrian excited his fresh surprise; though he -assured himself that he would be amazed at nothing further, when he -saw, lying upon a table in the middle of the floor, two complete suits -of clothing, apparently placed there by the thoughtful host for his -guest to use. They were not of the latest style, but perfectly new, and -bore the stamp of a well-known tailor of his own city. - -“Where did he get them, and so soon? What a mammoth of a house it is, -though built of logs. And isn’t it the most fitting and beautiful of -houses, after all? Whence came those comfortable chairs? And the books? -Most of all, where and how did he get that wonderful picture over -that magnificent log mantel? It looks like a room made ready for the -unexpected coming of some prodigal son! I’m that, sure enough; but not -of this household. If I were--well, maybe--Oh! hum!” - -The lad crossed the floor and gazed reverently at the solitary painting -which the room contained. A marvelously lifelike head of the Man of -Sorrows, bending forward and gazing upon the onlooker with eyes of -infinite tenderness and appealing. Beneath it ran the inscription, -“Come Unto Me”; and in one corner was the artist’s signature--a broken -pine branch. - -“Whew! I wonder if that fellow ran away from home because he loved a -brush and paint tube! What sort of a spot have I strayed into, anyway? -A paradise? Um! I wish ‘the mater’ could see me now. She’d not be so -unhappy over her unworthy son, maybe. Bless her, anyhow. If everybody -had been like her--” - -He finished his soliloquy before an open window, through which he could -see the summit of the bare mountain that crowned the centre of the -island, and was itself crowned by a single pine tree. Though many of -its branches had been lopped away, enough were left to form a sort of -spiral stairway up its straight trunk to its lofty top. - -“What a magnificent flagstaff that would make! I’d like to see Old -Glory floating there. Believe I’ll suggest it to the Magician--that’s -what this woodlander is--and doubtless he’ll attend to that little -matter. Shades of Aladdin!” - -Adrian was so startled that he dropped into a chair, the better to -sustain himself against further Arabian-Nights-like discoveries. - -It was a flagstaff! Somebody was climbing it--Margot! Up, up, like a -squirrel, her blonde head appearing first on one side, then the other, -a glowing budget strapped to her back. - -Adrian gasped. No sailor could have been more fleet or sure-footed. It -seemed but a moment before that slender figure had scaled the topmost -branch and was unrolling the brilliant burden it had borne. The Stars -and Stripes, of course. Adrian would have been bitterly disappointed -if it had been anything else this agile maiden hoisted from that dizzy -height. - -[Illustration: MARGOT UNFURLED THE FLAG] - -In wild excitement and admiration the watcher leaned out of his window -and shouted hoarsely:-- - -“Hurrah! H-u-r-rah! H-U-R--!” - -The cheer died in his throat. Something had happened. Something too -awful to contemplate. Adrian’s eyes closed that he might not see. Had -her foot slipped? Had his own cry reached and startled her? - -For she was falling--falling! And the end could be but one. - - - CHAPTER VI - - A ONE-SIDED STORY - -Adrian was not a gymnast, though he had seen and admired many wonderful -feats performed by his own classmates. But he had never beheld a -miracle, and such he believed had been accomplished when, upon reaching -the foot of that terrible tree, he found Margot sitting beneath it, -pale and shaken, but, apparently, unhurt. - -She had heard his breathless crashing up the slope and greeted him with -a smile and the tremulous question:-- - -“How did you know where I was?” - -“You aren’t--dead?” - -“Certainly not. I might have been, though, but God took care.” - -“Was it my cheers frightened you?” - -“Was it you, then? I heard something, different from the wood sounds, -and I looked quick to see. Then my foot slipped and I went down--a way. -I caught a branch just in time, and--please, don’t tell uncle. I’d -rather do that myself.” - -“You should never do such a thing. The idea of a girl climbing trees at -all, least of any such a tree as that!” - -He threw his head back and looked upward, through the green spiral, to -the brilliant sky. The enormous height revived the horror he had felt -as he leaped through the window and rushed to the mountain. - -“Who planned such a death-trap as that, anyway?” - -“I did.” - -“You! A girl!” - -“Yes. Why not? It’s great fun, usually.” - -“You’d better have been learning to sew.” - -“I can sew, but I don’t like it. Angelique does that. I do like -climbing and canoeing and botanizing and geologizing and astronomizing -and--” - -Adrian threw up his hands in protest. - -“What sort of creature are you, anyway?” - -“Just plain girl.” - -“Anything but that!” - -“Well, girl, without the adjective. Suits me rather better,” and she -laughed in a way that proved she was not suffering from her mishap. - -“This is the strangest place I ever saw. You are the strangest family. -We are certainly in the backwoods of Maine, yet you might be a college -senior, or a circus star, or--a fairy.” - -Margot stretched her long arms and looked at them quizzically. - -“Fairies don’t grow so big. Why don’t you sit down? Or, if you will, -climb up and look toward the narrows on the north. See if Pierre’s -birch is coming yet.” - -Again Adrian glanced upward, to the flag floating there, and shrugged -his shoulders. - -“Excuse me, please. That is, I suppose I could do it, only, seeing you -slip--I prefer to wait awhile.” - -“Are you afraid?” - -There was no sarcasm in the question. She asked it in all sincerity. -Adrian was different from Pierre, the only other boy she knew, and she -simply wondered if tree-climbing were among his unknown accomplishments. - -It had been, to the extent possible with his city training and his -brief summer vacations, though unpracticed of late; but no lad of -spirit, least of all impetuous Adrian, could bear even the suggestion -of cowardice. He did not sit down, as she had bidden, but tossed aside -his rough jacket and leaped to the lower branch of the great pine tree. - -“Why, it’s easy! It’s grand!” he called back, and went up swiftly -enough. - -Indeed, it was not so difficult as it appeared from a distance. -Wherever the branches failed the spiral ladder had been perfected by -great spikes driven into the trunk, and he had but to clasp these in -turn to make a safe ascent. At the top he waved his hand, then shaded -his eyes and peered northward. - -“He’s coming! Somebody’s coming!” he shouted. “There’s a little boat -pushing off from that other shore.” - -Then he descended with a rapidity that delighted even himself and -called forth a bit of praise from Margot. - -“I’m so glad you can climb. One can see so much more from the -tree-tops; and, oh! there is so much, so much to find out all the time! -Isn’t there?” - -“Yes. Decidedly. One of the things I’d like to find out first is who -you are and how you came here. If you’re willing.” - -Then he added, rather hastily: “Of course, I don’t want to be -impertinently curious. It only seems so strange to find such educated -people buried here in the north woods. I don’t see how you live here. -I--I--” - -But the more he tried to explain the more confused he grew, and Margot -merrily simplified matters by declaring:-- - -“You are curious, all the same, and so am I. Let’s tell each other all -about everything, and then we’ll start straight without the bother of -stopping as we go along. Do sit down and I’ll begin.” - -“Ready.” - -“There’s so little, I shan’t be long. My dear mother was Cecily Dutton, -my Uncle Hugh’s twin. My father was Philip Romeyn, uncle’s closest -friend. They were almost more than brothers to each other, always; -though uncle was a student and, young as he was, a professor at -Columbia. Father was a business man, a banker or a cashier in a bank. -He wasn’t rich, but mother and uncle had money. From the time they were -boys, uncle and father were fond of the woods. They were great hunters -then, and spent all the time they could get up here in northern Maine. -After the marriage mother begged to come with them, and it was her -money bought this island, and the land along the shore of this lake -as far as we can see from here. Much farther, too, of course, because -the trees hide things. They built this log cabin, and it cost a great, -great deal to do it. They had to bring the workmen so far, but it was -finished at last, and everything was brought up here to make it--just -as you see.” - -“What an ideal existence!” - -“Was it? I don’t know much about ideals, though uncle talks of them -sometimes. It was real, that’s all. They were very, very happy. They -loved each other so dearly. Angelique came from Canada to keep the -house, and she says my mother was the sweetest woman she ever saw. Oh! -I wish--I wish I could have seen her! Or that I might remember her. -I’ll show you her portrait. It hangs in my own room.” - -“Did she die?” - -“Yes, when I was a year old. My father had died long before that, and -my mother was broken-hearted. Even for uncle and me she could not bear -to live. It was my father’s wish that we should come up here to stay, -and Uncle Hugh left everything and came. I was to be reared ‘in the -wilderness, where nothing evil comes,’ was what both my parents said. -So I have been, and--that’s all.” - -Adrian was silent for some moments. The girl’s face had grown dreamy -and full of a pathetic tenderness, as it always did when she discussed -her unknown father and mother, even with Angelique; though, in reality, -she had not been allowed to miss what she had never known. Then she -looked up with a smile and observed: “Your turn.” - -“Yes--I--suppose so. May as well give the end of my story first--I’m a -runaway.” - -“Why?” - -“No matter why.” - -“That isn’t fair.” - -He parried the indignation of her look by some further questions of his -own. “Have you always lived here?” - -“Always.” - -“You go to the towns sometimes, I suppose.” - -“I have never seen a town, except in pictures.” - -“Whew! Don’t you have any friends? Any girls come to see you?” - -“I never saw a girl, only myself in that poor broken glass of Angel’s; -and, of course, the pictured ones--as of the towns--in the books.” - -“You poor child!” - -Margot’s brown face flushed. She wanted nobody’s pity, and she had not -felt that her life was a singular or narrow one till this outsider -came. A wish very like Angelique’s, that he had stayed where he -belonged, arose in her heart, but she dismissed it as inhospitable. Her -tone, however, showed her resentment. - -“I’m not poor. Not in the least. I have everything any girl could want, -and I have--uncle! He’s the best, the wisest, the noblest man in all -the world. I know it, and so Angelique says. She’s been in your towns, -if you please. Lived in them, and says she never knew what comfort -meant until she came to Peace Island and us. You don’t understand.” - -Margot was more angry than she had ever been, and anger made her -decidedly uncomfortable. She sprang up hastily, saying:-- - -“If you’ve nothing to tell I must go. I want to get into the forest and -look after my friends there. The storm may have hurt them.” - -She was off down the mountain, as swift and sure-footed as if it were -not a rough pathway that made him blunder along very slowly. For -he followed at once, feeling that he had not been fair, as she had -accused, in his report of himself; and that only a complete confidence -was due these people who had treated him so kindly. - -“Margot! Margot! Wait a minute! You’re too swift for me! I want to--” - -Just there he caught his foot in a running vine, stumbled over a hidden -rock, and measured his length, head downward on the slope. He was not -hurt, however, though vexed and mortified. But when he had picked -himself up and looked around the girl had vanished. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - - - APRIL - - FROM “IN MEMORIAM” - - - Now rings the woodland loud and long, - The distance takes a lovelier hue, - And, drowned in yonder living blue, - The lark becomes a sightless song. - - Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, - The flocks are whiter down the vale, - And milkier every milky sail - On winding stream or distant sea; - - Where now the seamew pipes, or dives - In yonder greening gleam, and fly - The happy birds, that change their sky - To build and brood; that live their lives - - From land to land; and in my breast - Spring wakens, too; and my regret - Becomes an April violet, - And buds and blossoms like the rest. - - - - - WOOD-FOLK TALK - - By J. ALLISON ATWOOD - - - HOW OWL BECAME A NIGHT BIRD. - -Why anybody, especially such a sociable fellow as Owl, should stay -indoors all day and go out only after the other birds are asleep, would -be hard to guess. Yet there is a reason, and a good one, too. - -It was the third year after the king’s reception that Owl moved into -Birdland. He was a stranger to every one and, moreover, he seemed -reserved, seldom joining in any of the social functions. Indeed, he was -considered by many to be a wizard, so eccentric was he. Wren had once -remarked, Owl always seemed to have something on his mind. Whereupon -Brown Thrasher, with his usual sarcasm, replied that he didn’t think -that Owl had any mind. Of course, this created a laugh at Owl’s -expense, but he took it good-naturedly, for he knew that Thrasher’s -opinions were as airy as his flight. - -Owl’s first great trouble was house hunting. He had been brought up and -accustomed to live in a hollow tree, and, if the truth must be told, he -was far too clumsy to build such a house for himself. No wonder, then, -that he was overcome with gratitude when Flicker offered him the one -which he had built the year before. Like all the woodpeckers, Flicker -was a good deal of a carpenter and always persisted in building himself -a new house each spring, even though it might be but a short flight -from his last year’s home. - -Flicker had taken quite a liking to Owl, who always behaved like a -gentleman, but the real reason was because of Thrasher’s attempt to -tease him. Flicker and Thrasher were not very good friends. Many -years ago Thrasher had insinuated that Flicker wore a black patch of -feathers on his breast so that he might claim relationship with Meadow -Lark. This, of course, was not true, and Flicker, who, by means of the -red mark on the back of his head, could trace his ancestry back to the -great Ivory Bill, could well laugh at the accusation. Nevertheless, he -had always remembered it, and it was, therefore, with a double pleasure -that he let Owl occupy his last year’s house. - -As for Owl, it mattered little as to the real reason of his getting the -house. So pleased was he that he even contemplated holding a reception -in his new home. But then, as he thought how plain and old-fashioned it -would seem to such a fastidious housekeeper as Oriole, his desire left -him. - -Now, when Sparrow Hawk, who had just arrived in Birdland, learned that -Flicker had given one of his houses to Owl, he was very angry, for he -had wanted it himself. He resolved to outwit Owl. Being rather stupid -himself, he could not believe that Owl was really a bright fellow. So, -with this object in view, Sparrow Hawk chose a nice, quiet spot in -the nearby underbrush. Song Sparrow, who lived in the thicket, moved -to the other end. He had never been fully satisfied as to how Sparrow -Hawk received his name. However, Sparrow Hawk did not disturb him in -the least, but remained hidden in the brush. “When Owl goes out to -dinner,” thought he, “I’ll take possession of his house.” But Owl saw -through his plan with half an eye and remained at home. At night, as -soon as it became dark, he would slip quietly out and get himself a -very comfortable meal. Then he would go back chuckling to himself as -he thought of Sparrow Hawk’s plan. This went on for many days, and each -morning Sparrow Hawk would say to himself, “He must come out to-day or -he will starve.” Little did he know how Owl was getting ahead of him. - -At length Sparrow Hawk became tired of hiding and flew up to Owl’s -door. He expected to find the latter dead from starvation, or at -least too weak to make any resistance. But when he saw Owl, plump and -healthy, puff out his chest with an angry snap of his bill, he changed -his mind and left in a hurry. - -He was at a loss to account for Owl’s sleek condition. One day, -however, he overheard one of his neighbors say that he had seen Owl fly -out of his house late on the evening before. - -Sparrow Hawk was more angry than ever. He saw that Owl had outwitted -him. He resolved to be revenged, yet he knew that he could not stay -awake all night to get possession of Owl’s house. Instead, he made up -a lot of scandalous stories about Owl, and even went so far as to say -that he ate other birds. At first Birdland would not believe these -stories about Owl, but, when finally they learned his queer habits, -they began to think that they must be true. So it happened that Owl -became confirmed in his night-going habits. - -One time he stayed out later than usual, and it was daybreak when he -got near home. Instead of going in immediately, he remained in a nearby -pine tree. It was so much more pleasant outside than in the house. His -eyes had been troubling him of late, so he closed them. Then, before -he knew it, Owl fell asleep. Very soon the sun rose and all Birdland -was in a great bustle. Suddenly Chick-a-dee, who was searching for his -breakfast, gave a startled little shriek. Who was that in the pine -tree? It must be Owl. Blue Jay, too, was excited when Chick-a-dee, -breathless and with feathers in disorder, hurried to him with the news. -And so it spread. Everybody was indignant, for they remembered the -stories told by Sparrow Hawk. Owl, they thought, should be put out of -the way. This they whispered excitedly to each other as they surrounded -the tree. Flicker was the only one who had heard the news and would -not join the gathering. He sat on his doorstep watching them as they -silently approached Owl, and he trembled, for it would be a very easy -matter to kill poor Owl while he was asleep. - -Sparrow Hawk was exultant. Now at last he would be revenged. Everybody -believed Owl to be a villain and wished to kill him. - -But to tell the truth, the birds were afraid of Owl. Even Sparrow Hawk -hesitated about attacking him. Finally, it was planned that every one -should fly at him at once while he slept, unconscious of his danger. As -Flicker understood their plan, he became alarmed almost to distraction, -and then, as if on a sudden thought, his anxious voice rang out, “Wake -up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” - -For a moment the birds were speechless. Then, “Kill him! Kill him! Kill -him!” cried Sparrow Hawk, and at that instant they all flew at him. -Owl’s big eyes popped open and his feathers stood on end. So large did -he appear and so terrible did the snap of his bill seem that, for the -minute, his enemies stopped half way in their flight, and then, before -they could collect their scattered wits, Owl darted noiselessly into -his house. - -It is very easy for us to understand now how all the scandals about Owl -were started and why he lives such a hermit’s life. We know, too, why -Flicker and Sparrow Hawk cannot get along together since the former -saved Owl’s life. To tell the truth, Flicker is not a bit afraid of -Sparrow Hawk, but when he sees him coming, hides behind a tree and -calls, “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” just to anger him. Sparrow Hawk -knows well that he would have little chance of catching Flicker, who -can dodge around the tree as nimbly as any squirrel, so his only retort -is to call out to an imaginary ally, “Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!” - - - - - LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS - - BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD - - - CHAPTER III - - MISS POMEROY COMES - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - Polly Prentiss is an orphan who lives with a distant relative, Mrs. - Manser, the mistress of Manser farm. Miss Hetty Pomeroy, a maiden - lady of middle age, has, ever since the death of her favorite niece, - been on the lookout for a little girl whom she might adopt. She is - attracted by Polly’s appearance and quaint manners, and finally - decides to take her home with her and keep her for a month to see if - the plan would be agreeable to both. If Polly, whose real name is - Mary, should fulfill her expectations she would then wish to adopt her. - - -Polly ran out of the room, and Mrs. Manser hurried through the house -to open the front door; she stepped out to the wagon to greet Miss -Pomeroy, and stood with the breeze fluttering her scanty front locks -till Polly reappeared. - -“I don’t know as she’ll be what you want, at all,” said Mrs. Manser, -blinking up at the grave, kind face above her, for the sun shone in -her eyes. “I’ll leave you to find out what sort of a child she is, as -I told you the other day, for nobody can tell what will suit anybody -else. I’ve tried to bring her up well, but, of course, she hasn’t had -advantages, though she’s pretty bright in school, her teacher says.” - -“I’m glad it’s vacation time,” said Miss Pomeroy, cheerily. “Polly and -I will have so much better chance to get acquainted with each other, -and become friends whether she stays with me always or not. Is she -pleased to go, Mrs. Manser?” - -“I guess she realizes what a great chance ’tis for her, and how good -you are,” said Mrs. Manser, avoiding the direct gaze of the keen gray -eyes. She began to wish she had left unsaid a few things, with which -she had charged Polly’s mind. “Of course, ’tisn’t as if she had the -sense of a grown person,” she added, somewhat vaguely. - -“I don’t know about that,” laughed Miss Pomeroy; “it seems to me that -little people have a wonderful amount of sense sometimes.” - -“Well, I don’t know,” said Mrs. Manser, dubiously, “perhaps they have.” - -Meanwhile Polly had run out to the shed, where the old people were -waiting to say good-by to her. They had been marshaled into a line by -Uncle Sam Blodgett, so that Polly might be hugged and kissed by each -in turn, without loss of time; but the line wavered and broke as the -little figure they all loved to see came flying in at the door. Poor -Bob Rust, from his humble stand at the rear, gave a strange, sorrowful -cry and turned to go out of the shed. - -“Here,” called Polly, peremptorily, “I’ll kiss you first of all, on -your forehead, because I don’t like all your whiskers, you know,” and -the man stooped for his good-by, and then ran, stumbling, out of the -shed and away to the cow pasture. - -“I said good-by to the cows and all the hens and the pigs when I -first got up,” said Polly, turning to her friends; “and I gave Prince -some oats and said good-by to him right after breakfast. Now, Uncle -Blodgett, it’s your turn.” - -The old man swung her quickly up into his arms and gave her a hearty -kiss. - -“Here,” he said, as he set her down, “you take this bunch o’ slippery -elm to keep me in mind, and you take this knife. One blade’s all right, -and ’twould be an extra fine article if the other blade was fixed up a -bit.” - -“Oh, thank you,” said Polly, fervently, as she slipped her two presents -into her petticoat pocket, “you’re just as good as you can be. Perhaps -I shall come back here to stay, but, anyway, Miss Pomeroy would let me -come to see you all, sometimes, I’m sure.” - -“I reckon you’ll never come back here,” muttered Uncle Blodgett to the -chopping block, “not to stay, if that Pomeroy woman has got eyes and a -heart.” - -Mrs. Ramsdell pressed Polly fiercely to her breast, and then let her -go, after a searching look into the brown eyes. - -“There, that’s over with,” she said, firmly. “One more thing gone, -along with all the rest.” - -“But I shan’t forget you,” faltered Polly, whose eyes were getting very -misty indeed. - -“Of course you won’t, dear child,” quavered Aunty Peebles, as she -folded Polly in her arms, and as she released the little girl she -pressed a tiny pin cushion into her hand, which speedily found a -hiding-place with the slippery elm and the bladeless knife. - -Last of all came Grandma Manser, who smoothed Polly’s curls with her -trembling hands and could hardly bear to say good-by at all. - -“If you get adopted, my lamb,” she whispered in Polly’s ear, “daughter -Sarah says it’s likely she can buy me something to hear with, and -Uncle Sam Blodgett’s promised to read to us now you’re going. But if -you aren’t happy at Miss Hetty’s, dear, you come back, and nobody -will be better pleased than I to see you; ’twill joy me more than an -ear-trumpet!” - -Polly swallowed hard, and dashed something from her eyes as she -ran into the house. She said a hasty good-by to Father Manser, who -was washing his hands at the kitchen sink for the third time since -breakfast, and hurried out of doors with the big enamel cloth bag which -contained her wardrobe. - -She courtesied to Miss Pomeroy, and gave a faint “good-morning, ma’am,” -in response to the cheery salutation from her new friend. Mrs. Manser -gave her a peck on the lips and a forlorn “Good-by, child, and be as -little trouble as you can to Miss Pomeroy,” and then Polly climbed into -the wagon. - -In another minute the wagon was rolling quickly down the road, the -chorus of good-bys from old, familiar voices had hushed into silence, -and Polly, stealing a glance at the gray eyes so far above the brim -of her Sunday hat, felt that old things had passed away, and a new, -strange life stretched out before her. - -“Let me see, Mary, you are ten years old, aren’t you? When does your -birthday come?” Miss Hetty asked suddenly, when they had gone a little -way down the hill toward the village. The voice was kind and friendly, -but the unwonted “Mary” which she must expect always to hear now, gave -Polly a homesick twinge. - -“It’s come,” she answered, glancing timidly up at Miss Hetty. “I had my -birthday two weeks ago, and I was ten--if you please,” added the little -girl, hastily. - -“I guess I was just as polite as Eleanor that time,” she thought, and -the idea that she had made a fair start cheered Polly, so that she -smiled confidingly at Miss Pomeroy, who smiled at her in return. - -“You don’t look as old as that,” she said, kindly, but her voice had a -sober sound at which Polly took alarm. - -“Yes’m. I’m small for my age,” she said, slowly, “but I’m real strong. -I’ve never been sick, not one single day.” And then she thought, “Oh, -dear! probably Eleanor was tall! I’m going to see if I can’t stretch -myself out the way Ebenezer did when he was little. I can lie down -on the floor in my room and reach my arms and legs as far as they’ll -go--What, ma’am?” said Polly, quickly, as she realized that Miss -Pomeroy was speaking. - -“I was saying that I suppose you’re accustomed to play out of doors a -good deal,” said Miss Hetty, a little sharply, “for you have such rosy -cheeks. What are you thinking about, my dear?” - -“I was thinking about Ebenezer, for one thing,” said Polly, truthfully. -“Yes’m, my cheeks are always pretty red.” Then she was seized with -dismay; probably Eleanor’s cheeks were white, like snowdrops. “They -aren’t quite so red when I’m in the house,” she ventured, bravely, -“and, of course, I shall be in the house a great deal now I’m getting -on in years.” - -Polly felt that this phrase, borrowed from Mrs. Manser’s stock, was -most happily chosen. Miss Hetty made an inarticulate sound, and touched -up her brown mare, but all she said was, “Who is Ebenezer?” - -“Ebenezer is Mrs. Manser’s cat,” said Polly, glad to be on safe ground, -“and he knows a great deal, Father Manser says. He is nearly as old as -I am, and he has caught forty-three rats to Uncle Blodgett’s certain -sure knowledge, and nobody knows how many more. He has eaten them, -too,” said Polly, gravely, “though I don’t see how he could ever in -this world; do you?” - -“They wouldn’t be to my taste,” said Miss Pomeroy, briskly. “Who is -Uncle Sam Blodgett? I mean, is he any relation of yours?” - -“Oh, no, ma’am; he isn’t any relation of anybody,” said Polly. -“His kith and kin have all died, he says, and he is a lonely old -hulk--that’s what he told me he was,” she added, seeing a look which -might be disapproval on Miss Hetty’s face. “He’s had adventures by land -and sea and suffered far and near, and it’s a tame thing for him to saw -and split now that his days are numbered.” - -“Mercy on us!” ejaculated Miss Pomeroy. “Where did you ever get such a -memory, child?” - -“From--from my father, Mrs. Manser said,” faltered Polly. Here was -a new cause of anxiety; evidently Eleanor’s memory had been quite -different from hers. Polly looked steadily before her, and set her -little mouth firmly. “Perhaps Arctura Green, that they’ve spoken of, -can tell me about Eleanor’s memory,” she thought, suddenly; “maybe I -can ask her about a good many things.” - -Just then Daisy, the pretty brown mare, turned the curve at the foot of -the long hill, and they were in the main street of Mapleton. - - - CHAPTER IV - - POLLY’S FIRST JOURNEY - -“Now, I have some errands to do,” said Miss Pomeroy; “perhaps you’d -like to get out of the wagon at Burcham’s and see the new toys.” - -“No, ma’am, thank you; I will stay here and hold the horse,” said -Polly, and, after a keen look at her, Miss Pomeroy drove to the butcher -shop and alighted, leaving Daisy in her charge. - -“I guess that is what Eleanor would have said,” remarked Polly, in a -low, confidential tone to the horse, as she carefully flicked an early -fly from Daisy’s back; “and, truly, I don’t care a bit about seeing the -dolls or anything to-day. Of course, I mustn’t tell stories, trying to -be like Eleanor; I’ve just got to stop wanting to do things, so I can -tell the truth.” - -As she faced this tremendous task, Polly sat so still and erect that -she looked like a stern little sentinel, and her motionless figure -attracted the attention of a number of people whom she did not see. In -a few moments Miss Pomeroy came out of the butcher’s and went across -the road to the post office. The butcher brought out a package in brown -paper and stowed it carefully in at the back of the wagon. Then he -stepped around to pat Daisy and speak to Polly. He was a red-faced, -hearty man who had lost two front teeth and talked with a slight lisp. -He and Polly had always been on excellent terms. - -“How d’ye do, Polly?” he said, reaching up his unoccupied hand to grasp -the little girl’s; “thso this is the day you thstart in to live with -Miths Pomeroy? Well, you’re going to have a fine home, and she’ths an -exthtra good woman, when you get uthsed to her being a mite quick and -up-and-coming.” - -“Mr. Boggs,” said Polly, anxiously, “you know I’m Mary Prentiss now. -You mustn’t please call me by my old name any more--not unless Miss -Pomeroy decides not to adopt me. I don’t suppose you ever saw Eleanor, -Miss Pomeroy’s niece that died? No, of course you couldn’t have.” - -“I thsaw her when thshe came here, a year-older,” said Mr. Boggs, as -he turned to greet a customer; “just like mothst children of that age, -thshe looked, for all I could thsee. I reckon her qualitieths weren’t -what you could call developed then. Well, good-day to you, Miths Mary -Prentiths, and the bethst of luck,” he said, with a laugh and a low -bow as he gave Polly’s hand a final shake. - -Just then Miss Pomeroy came across the road with her hands full of -papers and letters, and with a little white bag, which she put in -Polly’s lap as she took her seat. The bag had a deliciously lumpy -feeling, and Polly’s mind leaped to gum-drops in an instant. - -“Open it and let us see what they are like,” said Miss Pomeroy, as she -gathered up the reins, which had slackened in Polly’s hands during the -interview with Mr. Boggs. “Chocolate creams and gum-drops. I suspect -you’ll like the chocolates best, but I am very fond of gum-drops; so -I’ll take one of those. One piece of candy is all I allow myself in a -day, so you may carry off the bag to your own room when we get there, -to keep me from being tempted.” - -Polly took one bite of a big chocolate drop after Miss Pomeroy had been -served to her taste, and then she gave a little sigh of delight. - -“I never tasted a chocolate cream before,” she said, slowly. “I don’t -suppose there’s anything else so nice to eat in all the world, is -there? I wish Aunty Peebles had some of these. I shall save her half; -that is, if you’re willing,” she added, hastily. - -“I’m afraid they’ll be pretty hard and dry before you see Aunty Peebles -again,” said Miss Pomeroy, and Polly’s heart sank in spite of the -delicious taste in her mouth. - -“I don’t expect she’s going to let me see Manser Farm again, till next -Christmas, probably, if she adopts me,” thought Polly. “Of course, -candy is good for ’most a year if you keep it carefully, but it does -begin to get a little hard. I know, because those two peppermints -Father Manser gave me yesterday were the last of the ones he bought for -Thanksgiving, and they were just a little hard, though, of course, they -were nice.” - -“Maybe I could give some of them to the butcher to take to Aunty -Peebles, if--if he comes to Pomeroy Oaks,” ventured Polly, after a -short silence, during which Daisy was trotting along the road, out of -the village, past the square white church with its tall steeple, past -the tinsmith’s shop, on toward the meadows beyond which lay Polly’s -undiscovered country. - -“He comes twice a week,” said Miss Pomeroy; “but wouldn’t you like to -send Aunty Peebles a little box of fresh candy by mail, some day, to -surprise her? You could put it in the post office, and Mr. Manser would -get it when he goes for the mail, and take it to her.” - -“Oh!” said Polly, her eyes brimming over with gratitude; “oh, aren’t -you good! Why, Aunty Peebles hasn’t ever had anything from the post -office excepting once a year her second cousin from way out West sends -her a paper with the list of deaths in the town where she lives, and -sometimes there’s an ink mark to show it’s been a friend of her second -cousin’s family; but,” said Polly, shaking her head, “it ’most always -made Aunty Peebles cry when it came, and I believe she would rather not -have had it.” - -“I should say not, indeed,” assented Miss Pomeroy; “just hear that -bird, Mary! He’s telling cheerful news, isn’t he?” - -Polly hugged herself with sudden joy. Miss Pomeroy evidently liked -birds, or she would never have spoken in that way. “Probably she’ll -leave the windows open, so I can hear them when I’m reading and sewing -and doing quiet things, like Eleanor,” she thought, happily; but all -she said was, “Oh, yes’m; isn’t he glad spring has come, don’t you -believe?” - -“I believe he is, my dear,” said Miss Pomeroy; “and now, if you look -ahead, you can see through the trees the roof of the house where you -are going to live for a little while, at any rate.” - -“For always,” said Polly, firmly, to herself. “Miss Pomeroy’s good as -she can be, and there’s Grandma Manser’s ear trumpet, and Mrs. Manser’s -poor health, and all I’ve got to do is to learn to like to sew and read -better than to play, and to stay in the house and be quiet instead of -running wild outdoors. That isn’t much,” said Polly, scornfully, to -herself, “for a big girl like me.” - -Past the rich meadows through which ran the little brook that joined -Ashdon River, over the wooden bridge that rumbled under her feet, along -the brook road beneath the arching willows, up the easy hill, and into -the avenue of stately oaks that gave Miss Pomeroy’s home its name, -trotted Daisy, carrying her mistress with the grave, kind eyes and -little, eager-faced Polly. The child gazed with awe and excitement at -the flying panorama, and gave quick, short breaths as the pretty mare -made a skillful turn and stopped before a porch over which was trained -an old grape vine. In the porch stood Arctura Green, Miss Pomeroy’s -faithful helper, and at the foot of the steps Hiram, Arctura’s brother, -waited to take Daisy, who rubbed her nose against his rough hand and -gave a little whinny of pleasure before she crunched the lump of sugar -which Hiram slipped into her mouth. - -“Here we are, my dear,” said Miss Pomeroy, briskly, and Polly, feeling -as if she were sound asleep and wide awake all together, jumped out of -the wagon. - - - CHAPTER V - - AT POMEROY OAKS - -“This is little Mary Prentiss,” said Miss Pomeroy to Arctura Green, who -stood beaming down on Polly. - -“Well, I’m glad enough to see you,” said Arctura, heartily, reaching -out her long arm and drawing the little girl close to her side; -“something young is just what we need here. We’re all growing old, Miss -Hetty and Hiram and I, and Daisy and the cows and all hands; we’ve got -a couple of kittens, to be sure, but they’re always busy about their -own affairs and don’t talk much, so they’re no great company.” - -“Why, Arctura, I don’t know when I’ve heard you make such a long -speech,” said Miss Pomeroy. “I hope you have something good for dinner, -for Mary and I have had a long drive and a great deal of excitement, -and we shall be hungry pretty soon.” - -“It’s only just turned half-past eleven,” said Arctura, releasing Polly -after a good squeeze against her big checked apron, “so there’ll be an -hour to wait. Where’s the little girl’s baggage, Miss Hetty?” - -“It’s there in the back of the wagon,” said Miss Pomeroy; “a big black -bag.” - -“If you please, I can carry it, Miss Arctura,” said Polly, stepping -forward to take the bag. “I’m real strong.” - -“I want to know,” said Arctura, placidly. “Well, considering how many -times as big as you are I am, supposing you let me lug it upstairs for -you just this once. I shouldn’t know I was hefting more’n a feather’s -weight,” and she swung the bag jauntily as she marched into the house -after Miss Pomeroy, gently pushing the little girl before her. - -Hiram stood looking into the house for a moment. His mouth had fallen -open, as was its wont in times of meditation. Hiram had what his -sister frankly called a “draughty countenance,” with a large-nostriled -nose, big, prominent ears, and bulging eyes, but the same spirit of -good-nature that illumined Arctura’s face shone from her brother’s. - -“She’s a neat little piece,” remarked Hiram to Daisy, as he headed her -for the barn; “a neat little piece, if ever I saw one, but she looks a -mite scared, seems’s if. This is a kind of a quiet place for a young -one to be set down, no mistake, and there ain’t any passing to speak -of. Children like to see things a-going, even if they’re a-going by, -seems’s if. She gave me a real pretty smile, say what you’ve a mind -to,” he insisted, as if Daisy had expressed violent remonstrance. - -The side porch led into a small, square hall; opposite the porch door -was one which Arctura opened, and Polly saw that it was at the foot of -a flight of stairs. Arctura and the black enamel cloth bag vanished -from sight as the door closed. In the hall stood a hat-tree with curved -mahogany branches, tipped with shining brass. - -“Now, I hang my everyday coat and hat here,” said Miss Pomeroy, -suiting the action to the word, “and you’d better do the same. What’s -the matter, child?” she asked, at the sight of Polly’s face. - -“These--these are not my everyday hat and jacket, Miss Pomeroy, if you -please,” said Polly. “My everyday jacket is a shawl, and my everyday -hat is a sunbonnet sometimes, and sometimes it isn’t--it hasn’t been -anything. These are my Sunday best, and they are used to lying in a -drawer on account of the dust--though I don’t believe there’s one speck -of dust here,” she added, politely. - -“Arctura would be pleased to hear that,” said Miss Pomeroy. “I think we -may venture to leave the Sunday hat and coat here until after dinner. -When you go upstairs, you will find a drawer in which you can put them, -I’m sure.” - -Then Miss Hetty led the way through a door at the left of the hall into -a big, comfortable room, the walls of which were lined with book-cases. -There was a bow window around which ran a cushioned seat; there were -lounging chairs and rocking chairs, and a long sofa; a great round -mahogany table covered with books and papers; and, best of all, a -fireplace with a bright fire burning under the black pot which hung on -the iron crane; and, guarding the fire, were two soldierly figures with -stern profiles. - -“These were my great-great-grandfather’s andirons,” said Miss Pomeroy, -as she watched Polly’s eyes. “Suppose you sit down by the fire and get -warmed through, for there was a little chill in the air, after all; -and you might take a book to amuse yourself. I have to be busy with -something for awhile. Would you--I suppose you wouldn’t care to look at -the newspaper?” questioned Miss Pomeroy, doubtfully. “The child looks -so absurdly young,” she thought, “and yet she talks as if she were -fifty.” - -“No’m, thank you,” said Polly; “I will just look at the fire and the -books;” so Miss Pomeroy opened another door that led into the great -front hall, and went out of the room. She left the door open, and -Polly could hear a solemn ticking. She tiptoed to the door and, -looking out into the hall, saw a tall clock with a great white face, -above which there was a silvery moon in her last quarter. Polly looked -at the slowly-swinging pendulum with shining eyes. - -“That must be Mrs. Ramsdell’s clock,” she said, softly. “I mean her -father’s. She described it just that way, and she said its like was -never seen in these parts; no, it was those parts,” said Polly, -correcting herself, “for it was ’way off in Connecticut. Well, then, -there must have been two made alike, and Mrs. Ramsdell never knew it; I -guess I won’t tell her, for she might be sorry.” - -Polly stood a moment in the doorway; she could hear the sound of Miss -Pomeroy’s voice in some distant part of the house. She tiptoed back -into the library. The carpet was so thick and soft that Polly knelt -down and rubbed it gently with her little hand; then she put her head -down and pressed her cheek against the faded roses. - -“It feels like Ebenezer’s fur,” said Polly. “I wonder if Ebenezer will -miss me.” - -Polly sat still for a moment with wistful eyes, and then hastily -scrambled to her feet as the door into the side hall opened partway and -Arctura stuck her head in. - -“Here,” she said, dropping a struggling heap on the floor, “I thought -maybe you’d like to see these two little creatures; I call ’em Snip and -Snap, and I’ve had a chase to find ’em for you. There’s nothing they -can break in the library, so Miss Hetty lets ’em run wild once in a -while. I’ll just shut that other door.” - -Arctura marched across the floor and shut the door into the front hall; -then she marched back toward her own quarters. “If I were in your -place,” she said, looking at the kittens instead of Polly, “I wouldn’t -make a practice of sitting on the floor. I don’t know as it’s any harm, -really, but a chair looks better for little girls.” - -“Yes’m,” said Polly, with scarlet cheeks, as Arctura vanished with a -good-humored smile. “I expect she thought I was turning somersaults, -maybe,” said Polly to the kittens; “oh, dear!” - -But the kittens were quite undisturbed by Arctura’s remarks. As Polly -stood still for a moment, they began an acrobatic performance which -always gave them keen enjoyment. Snip made a clutch for the hem of -Polly’s skirt in front at the same instant that Snap sprang upon her -from the rear. They secured a good hold on the pink gingham, and -clambered up to Polly’s shoulder as fast as they could go. There they -met and shifted positions with considerable scratching of their sharp -little claws, and descended, Snap in front and Snip at the back, -tumbling around Polly’s feet, and then scampering away from each other -sidewise with arched backs and distended tails. - -[Illustration: THE KITTENS CLAMBERED TO POLLY’S SHOULDERS] - -“Oh, you little cunnings!” cried Polly, forgetting all her troubles -in a minute. To the window seats flew Snip and Snap, and there they -swung back and forth on the stout curtain cords, and made dashes at -each other; then they were off to the seat of an old leather-covered -chair. Snip mounted to the top of the back and patted Snap on the head -with a paw whose claws were politely sheathed, as often as he started -to spring to his brother’s side. Over and under chairs and tables they -went, and Polly, full of delight, followed them, catching up one or the -other whenever she could. - -At last the kittens grew tired of play, and when Miss Hetty opened the -library door they were comfortably seated on Polly’s shoulders, and -there was a sound in the room as of two contented little mill wheels. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - - - APRIL LEAVES - - By Julia McNair Wright - - -Foliage is the most prominent feature of the plant world. Trunks and -branches are large and grand, the parti-colored flowers are, at first -glance, more beautiful, but the leaf is the most conspicuous part of -the vegetation. If flowers and leaves, and wherever is now a leaf we -should have a blossom, the eyes would soon tire of the glare of vivid -color, and we should long for the soft, restful green of leaves. - -Early in April we find the leaf buds unfolding upon the sides of the -stems, or pushing up through the ground. Some of these buds are placed -opposite to each other upon the stem, others are set alternately, -others spirally, so that if you follow with a thread the placing of a -certain number of buds you will see that the thread has made a complete -circuit of the stem, and then another. Where the leaves are in a spiral -placement it is merely a whorl drawn out; where there is a whorl it is -merely a compressed spiral. - -Let us look at a leaf blade. The woody fibre which makes up the main -stem and, bound into a little bundle, composes the foot stalk, spreads -out into a light, woody framework for the leaf. This framework is -usually in two layers, like the nervures in a butterfly’s wing. The -central line of the frame is called the mid-rib, the other parts are -styled the veins. Some of these veins are coarser and stronger than -others, as, for example, those which expand in the large side lobes -of the maple and oak leaves; other veins are as fine as spider’s web. -Every student of botany should make studies in venation, by soaking -leaves until the green part has decayed, then laying them on black -cloth, and brushing the pulp away gently with a fine brush, when -perfect specimens of framework will remain. It is this framework which -gives the form to the leaf. - -Leaves were not created for beauty, but for use. Animals and plants -alike are indebted to the shade of foliage for much comfort, and for -some further possibilities of life and growth. You suggest, as another -use, the supply of food. Yes, the grasses and many herbage plants are -greedily browsed by animals; thus we owe to them indirectly our food -supply. - -Yet we have not reached the most important function of the leaf. To -the plant itself the leaf serves as a food purveyor, gathering perhaps -the larger portion of plant food from air and moisture by absorption. -The leaf is also the main breathing apparatus of the plant; the leaf -spreads out to air and sunlight the food received by the entire plant, -and thus secures chemical changes in it similar to assimilation and -digestion. The leaf makes possible the circulation of the sap. Thus the -leaf serves the plant as throat, lungs, and stomach. What the human -being would be without such organs the plant would be without the leaf, -or some part modified, as in the cactus family, to serve the purposes -of the leaf. - -So, when in April, we see the trees on all sides bursting forth in -verdant foliage, let us remember the manifold purposes of the leaf. - - - - - WITH THE EDITOR - - -The launching of a new magazine can fairly be compared to the -opening of a new house. In it there are various rooms--which we call -departments--to be opened and furnished. - -Our house-warming was well attended. At our fireside were seen the -faces of young folks from all parts of the United States, from Canada, -England, and even far-off Hawaii. To please such a gathering it is -necessary to meet many requirements. - -Although gratified by the praise which we have received in good -measure, and so encouraged to new ambitions, we, nevertheless, desire -the guidance of earnest criticism. In the spirit of mutual helpfulness, -then, we ask your opinion upon the departments already begun and your -advice as to the opening of others. - - * * * * * - -Young people starting out with the ambition to accomplish something of -importance in the world naturally place great stress upon the element -of originality. To them, at first glance, the world’s great discoveries -and inventions seem based upon a learning totally new--the sudden -flash of genius rather than the natural growth of knowledge. But a -closer study of each achievement, even of genius itself, will show -that in reality it is but the finishing touch upon work already nearly -accomplished. - -For example, let us consider Darwin and Wallace. Important as were -their services, their greatness does not rest upon the element of -originality. The knowledge necessary for the construction of the -theory of evolution had been accumulating in the minds of men for -centuries. These two did but observe and utilize that knowledge. -Others, whose names have been forgotten, have, doubtless, worked just -as earnestly and just as intelligently. How many of us have ever -heard of Lamarck, or even of Charles Darwin’s grandfather. Yet each -of these men, separately, brought the theory of evolution almost to -the threshold of public belief. Their lives were spent in building the -foundation, while Darwin and Wallace, using their data, finished the -work thus made possible. The men whom the world remembers are the ones -who recognize these chances and make perfect use of the past. - -To-day, we see several minds struggling to interpret the problem of -wireless telegraphy. Their experiments are going on before the eyes -of the world. It is no sudden stroke of genius. What is in its effect -a decided originality, is largely the ability to make practical -application of past labor. Our knowledge of electricity has been -accumulating. The step is certain. The telegraph, the telephone, and -the electric light have long since ripened. Soon we may know who will -give wireless telegraphy its finishing touch. - -Let us remember, therefore, that the great opportunities of the present -lie, not so much in the shaping of new castles of imagination, as in -patiently and carefully building upon the foundations already laid. - - - - - EVENT AND COMMENT - - - St. Louis Exposition - -An event which stands prominently before us is the Exposition to be -held in St. Louis in the summer of 1903. Its double purpose is to -portray civilization in its most advanced state and to celebrate the -100th anniversary of the Louisiana Purchase--the historic transaction -whereby the United States purchased from France the territory lying -between the Mississippi River and the Rocky Mountains. - -The ground area of the proposed fair is nearly 1200 acres and the -appropriation, raised by the united efforts of the city of St. Louis, -the State of Missouri, and the national government, will reach thirty -millions of dollars. - -The principal departments are Education, Art, Manufacture, Machinery, -Liberal Arts, Electricity, Transportation, Agriculture, Horticulture, -Forestry, Mining and Metallurgy, Fish and Game, Anthropology, and -Physical Culture. Each of these is to be represented by a building and -the whole group will be arranged in a symmetrical fan-shaped figure. - -Through the center of this, extending from what we might term the -handle to the outer arc, will be a boulevard six hundred feet in width. -Where this intersects the circumference, some sixty feet above the -general level of the grounds, will be the Art Palace. It is to be a -permanent building and will cost at least one million dollars. - -As much as possible the exhibits will show the process of manufacture -and development of the articles displayed. Raw materials also will -occupy a prominent place. St. Louis is the commercial center of the -Mississippi Valley--one of the world’s great areas of production. - -The Louisiana Exposition as planned should be most convincing that the -United States has well utilized the territory purchased in 1803. - - - Interior Heat - -Professor T. C. Mendenhall has recently suggested that the internal -heat of the earth might be used as a source of power. In such an age we -are bound to be a little cautious in pronouncing anything impossible. -Experiments show that the temperature of the earth, as we descend into -its depths, increases one degree for every sixty feet. At this rate it -would be necessary to bore ten thousand feet to obtain the temperature -necessary to convert water into steam. - -Professor William Hallock, of Columbia University, has already a plan -in mind. A few feet apart he would sink two parallel pipes into the -earth to the distance required. Both of these would terminate in a -subterranean reservoir which could be made by the explosion of dynamite -cartridges. - -Then through one of the pipes a supply of water would be introduced -into the reservoir. Here, by the earth’s heat, it would be converted -into steam, and in this form conducted, by the other pipe, to the -surface, where it would be utilized. - - - Prince Henry - -Although the name Prince Henry has been in our ears for several weeks -past, some of us may not know his relation in the royal family. - -He is the second son of an emperor and the brother of the present -Emperor of the German Empire. He is a descendant of the line of -Prussian kings which included one of the world’s greatest generals, -Frederick the Great. - -On one side his grandfather, William I, of Prussia, was the first -emperor of the modern German Empire. On the other, his grandmother was -Queen Victoria of England. His wife is the granddaughter of the latter -sovereign. - - - A Change In the Cabinet - -On March 10, the Hon. John D. Long, Secretary of the Navy, tendered his -resignation from office. Mr. Long has been in the Presidential Cabinet -since 1897. - -William H. Moody, who, like the former, hails from the State of -Massachusetts, has been appointed as his successor. - -Mr. Moody is forty-nine years old, a lawyer by profession, and has been -a member of Congress for the past seven years. He will take up the -duties of his office on May 1. - - - The New States - -Bills are now before the House of Representatives for the admission to -Statehood of our remaining Territories--New Mexico, Arizona, Oklahoma, -and Indian Territory. - -This movement was favored as far back as 1896. - -The chief objection raised at present is, that most of the inhabitants -are of Mexican and Indian descent and are unfit for the responsibility -of citizenship. - - - The Irrigation Bill - -In the bill on irrigation recently passed in the Senate, provisions -were made for what is known as a Reclamation Fund. This is to be formed -from the proceeds of the sales of public lands and will be devoted to -the irrigation of the arid districts in the United States. - -By means of such a movement it is proposed to reclaim and utilize a -great area of land which has heretofore been worthless to agriculture. - - - Methuen’s Defeat. - -By a night attack made on March 7, 1902, General Delarey, with a force -of fifteen hundred Boers, captured, near Vryburg, several hundred -British soldiers, all their supplies and four guns. Among the prisoners -was General Methuen, the commander of the British. - -Such a demonstration of reserve strength upon the part of the Boers -should make the British Government cautious in declaring the war in -South Africa to be at an end. - - - Photography In Colors - -Mr. A. H. Verrill, of New Haven, Conn., has discovered a method in -photography for reproducing all natural tints and colors. He terms it -the autochromatic process. Its success is due to the paper used, which -is five times as sensitive to red and yellow light as ordinary paper, -and to the sharpness of the lenses. These latter were made under his -own direction. - - - - -[Illustration: IN-DOORS] - - PARLOR MAGIC - - By Ellis Stanyon - - The first of this series of papers on Magic, commencing with the March - number, included directions to the beginner for Palming and the Pass. - - -Magical Production of a Coin.--Come forward with a coin palmed in the -right hand. Draw attention to the left hand, showing it back and front -as empty, and, as if in illustration of what you say, give the palm a -smart slap with the right hand, leaving the coin behind, and slightly -contracting the fingers so as to retain it; now show the right hand -empty, pulling up the sleeve with the left, which masks the presence of -the coin, then close the left hand and, after one or two passes over it -with the right hand, produce the coin. - - * * * * * - -A New Coin Fold.--Take a piece of paper four inches by five inches, -place a coin on it, and fold the top of the paper down over the coin -to within one inch of the bottom. Then fold the right-hand side of the -paper under the coin, treating the left-hand side in a similar way. You -must now fold the one inch of paper at the bottom, under the coin, and -you will, apparently, have wrapped it securely in the paper; but really -it is in a kind of pocket, and will readily slip out into either hand -at pleasure. - -Allow several persons in the audience to feel the coin through the -paper, then take it from the left hand to the right, letting the coin -slip out into the left hand, which picks up a plate from the table. You -may burn the paper in the flame of a candle, and, dropping the ashes on -the plate, the coin is found to have disappeared. - - * * * * * - -To Vanish a Marked Coin from a Tumbler and Cause it to Appear in a -Small Box Wrapped in Paper in the Centre of a Large Ball of Wool.--For -this very surprising trick you will require to make the following -preparations: - -Procure a tumbler having a slit cut flush with and parallel to the -bottom, which should be flat. The opening should be just large enough -to allow a half-dollar dropped into the tumbler to slip through into -your hand (see Fig. 6). - -[Illustration: Fig. 6] - -Obtain a small metal box large enough to take the coin easily, also a -flat tin tube just wide enough for the half-dollar to slide through it. -Place one end of this tube inside the box and close the lid on it, -keeping it in position by passing an elastic band over the box. You now -wrap the box in paper and wind a quantity of wool around it until you -get a large ball with the end of the tube projecting about one inch. -Place the ball thus prepared on the table at the rear of the stage, and -you are ready to perform. Show the tumbler, and draw attention to the -fact that it is an ordinary one by filling it with water, which can -be done by holding the forefinger around the slit. Empty the tumbler -and borrow a half-dollar, which has been marked by the owner, allowing -him to actually drop it into the glass. Cover the tumbler with a -handkerchief, shaking it continually to prove that your coin is still -there, and then place it down on your table, securing the coin through -the slit as you do so. Going to the back of the stage for the ball of -wool, you insert the coin into the tube and withdraw the latter, when -the action of the elastic band closes the box. Bring the ball forward -in a large glass basin and have the wool unwound, disclosing the box; -on this being opened the marked coin will be found within. - - * * * * * - -Coin, Wine Glass, and Paper Cone.--This very pretty and amusing table -trick consists in causing a coin placed under a wine glass, the whole -being covered with a paper cone, to disappear and return as often as -desired. - -The following arrangements are necessary: Take a wine glass and, having -placed a little gum all around its edge, turn it over on a sheet of -white paper, and when dry cut away the paper close to the glass. Obtain -a Japanese tray and on it lay a large sheet of paper similar to that -covering the mouth of the glass, and stand the glass, mouth downward, -on it. Make a paper cone to fit over the glass, and you are ready to -present the illusion. - -Borrow a penny and lay it on the large sheet of paper by the side of -the wine glass; cover the glass with the paper cone, and place the -whole over the coin. Command the penny to disappear, and, on removing -the cone, it will seem to have done so, as the paper over the mouth -of the glass, being the same color as that on the tray, effectively -conceals the coin. To cause it to reappear, you replace the cone and -carry away the glass under it. This can be repeated as often as desired. - -To make the experiment more effective, use colored paper, which shows -up against the coin more than white. - - * * * * * - -The Pocket Vanish.--Take a coin in the right hand and make believe to -place it in the left, really palming it. The left hand is closed as -if it contained the coin and held away from the body. The right hand -pulls back the sleeve slightly, as if to show that the coin has not -been vanished in that direction. This movement brings the right hand -over the outside breast pocket, into which the coin is allowed to -fall unperceived. The coin is now vanished from the left hand in the -orthodox manner, and both hands are shown empty. - -Should you desire to regain possession of the coin, have the outside -pocket made communicating with an inner one on the same side of the -coat; when, having shown the right hand unmistakably empty, you produce -the coin thence, in a magical manner. - - * * * * * - -To Pass a Coin Into an Ordinary Matchbox Held by One of the -Spectators.--Prepare a matchbox as follows: Push open the sliding -portion about one inch. Then fix between the top of the slide and the -back end of the box a coin, the greater part of which is overhanging -the box, the whole being out of sight of the casual observer. Arranged -thus, give the box to someone to hold, with instructions that when you -count three the box is to be closed smartly. This will have the effect -of jerking the coin into the box. - -You may now take a duplicate coin by means of the “Pocket Vanish,” or -any other convenient method, counting “One! two! three!” when, acting -according to your instructions, the person will close the box, and the -coin will be heard to fall inside. - - - - -[Illustration: THE OLD TRUNK] - - -This department we believe is destined soon to become one of the most -popular features of the magazine. Not only shall we spare no pains upon -our part, but we also earnestly ask your co-operation in providing -puzzles of all shapes and descriptions to bewilder and tangle the -most ingenious of intellects. To each of the first three persons who -shall correctly solve all the following puzzles, we will give a year’s -subscription to Young Folks Magazine, to be sent to any desired address. - - * * * * * - -The following are the names of the first three persons to solve -correctly the puzzles in last month’s number and who are, therefore, -each entitled to a year’s subscription to Young Folks Magazine: - -Amabel Jenks, Lawrence Park, Bronxville, New York. - -Ethel Olive Bogert, 85 West 34th St., Bayonne, N. J. - -Flora H. Towne, 178 Francisco St., Chicago, Ill. - -Perfect solutions were also received from many other young people and, -as we offer the same inducement for this month, we hope to hear from -them again. - - * * * * * - -The correct answers are given below. - - 1. Feldspar. - 2. Independence Hall. - 3. Kinglet. - Bluejay. - Robin. - Blackbird. - Crow. - Woodthrush. - 4. Alice in Wonderland. - 5. Saratoga. - 6. Beaver. - Bear. - Weasel. - Puma. - Deer. - Otter. - Seal. - Ferret. - Elk. - 7. Donkey. - Turnkey. - Monkey. - Whiskey. - Lackey. - Turkey. - - - AQUARIUM - -In each of the following sentences are three fish. Can you catch them? - -With difficulty she found her ring among the array of carpets. - -The multitudes harkened: the vesper chimes had sounded. - -So, leaving Elba’s shore, they turned the ship’s keel homeward. - - --Flora Linwood. - - - DIAGONAL - -When you have guessed correctly the following eight-letter words and -placed them one above the other in the order given, the diagonal from -upper left to lower right-hand corner will spell the name of one of the -very first men to explore America. - - An inscription. - A kind of force. - A system for conveyance. - Quiet. - Agreeable. - A species of monkey. - Kinship. - A charm. - - --Warren Lee. - - * * * * * - - TWISTED RIVERS - -The names of the following rivers do not run as smoothly as they might. -Can you straighten them? - - Nnmgaahoeol. - Nkyou. - Zaanom. - Heirn. - Lodacoor. - - --Burt L. Watson. - - * * * * * - - ENIGMA - - I am composed of eighteen letters. - My 9-16-2 is that which covers the greater part of the world. - My 3-6-8 is an abbreviation and a title. - My 15-4-12-18 is something from which water is obtained. - My 1-10-15-4-17 is a gem. - My 11-7-13-18 is to quiet. - My 5-14-12-4 is part of a shoe. - My whole is a well known author. - - --Edith Irene. - - * * * * * - - My number, definite and known, - Is ten times ten told ten times o’er; - One-half of me is one alone, - The other exceeds all count and score. - - --Selected. - - * * * * * - - DOUBLE CROSSWORD ENIGMA - - In bump not in hurt, - In deep not in dirt - In alas not in cry - In rare not in nigh, - A fruit and an animal here you find - If to think and to search you are inclined. - - --Ruth. - - -Transcriber’s Notes: - -A number of typographical errors have been corrected silently. - -Archaic spellings have been retained. - -Cover image is in the public domain. - -"latter" was changed to "former" in the Wood-folk tale as it was incorrect. - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUNG FOLKS MAGAZINE, VOL. 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