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Coggins</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: April 09, 2021 [eBook #65037]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>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.)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUNG FOLKS MAGAZINE, VOL. I, NO. 2, APRIL 1902 ***</div> - -<div class="chapter"> - <div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_cover" style="max-width: 72em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Cover" /> - </div> -</div> - -<div class="titlepag"> -<h1>YOUNG<br /> -FOLKS<br /> -MAGAZINE</h1> - -<p class="center">VOLUME 1 NUMBER 2</p> - -<p class="center">1902<br /> -APRIL</p> - -<p class="center"><i>An</i> ILLUSTRATED -MONTHLY -JOURNAL <i>for</i> -BOYS & -GIRLS</p> - -<p class="center">The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia -</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak gesperrt bordcontents" id="CONTENTS"> - CONTENTS FOR APRIL - </h2> - -<table class="toc" summary="Contents"> -<tr class="title"> - <td colspan="2" class="title">FRONTISPIECE—Valley Forge—Washington and Lafayette</td> - <td class="page"><span class="allsmcap">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"> - <td class="title"><a href="#WITH_WASHINGTON">WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE</a> (Serial)</td> - <td class="author"> W. Bert Foster</td> - <td class="page"> 37</td> - </tr> -<tr><td class="illus">Illustrated by F. A. Carter</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#FRESHMAN_BANQUET">THE FRESHMAN BANQUET</a></td> - <td class="author"> Harriet Wheeler</td> - <td class="page"> 48</td> - </tr> -<tr><td class="illus">Illustrated by H. M. Brock</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#MR_NOBODY">MR. NOBODY</a></td> - <td /> - <td class="page"> 51</td></tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#DAUGHTER">A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST</a> (Serial)</td> - <td class="author"> Evelyn Raymond</td> - <td class="page"> 52</td> - </tr> -<tr><td class="illus">Illustrated by Ida Waugh</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#APRIL">APRIL—Selected from “In Memoriam”</a></td> - <td /> - <td class="page"> 61</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#WOOD-FOLK_TALK">WOOD-FOLK TALK</a></td> - <td class="author"> J. Allison Atwood</td> - <td class="page"> 62</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#LITTLE_POLLY_PRENTISS">LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS</a> (Serial)</td> - <td class="author"> Elizabeth Lincoln Gould</td> - <td class="page"> 64</td></tr> -<tr><td class="illus">Illustrated by Ida Waugh</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#APRIL">APRIL LEAVES</a></td> - <td class="author"> Julia McNair Wright</td> - <td class="page"> 71</td></tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#WITH_THE_EDITOR">WITH THE EDITOR </a></td> - <td /> - <td class="page"> 72</td></tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#EVENT_AND_COMMENT">EVENT AND COMMENT</a></td> - <td /> - <td class="page"> 73</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#IN-DOORS">IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper II)</a></td> - <td class="author"> Ellis Stanyon </td> - <td class="page"> 74</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title"><a href="#THE_OLD_TRUNK">THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles)</a></td> - <td /> - <td class="page"> 76</td> - </tr> -<tr class="title"><td class="title">WITH THE PUBLISHER</td> - <td /> - <td class="page"> 77</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr class="double" /> - -<h2 class="center">YOUNG FOLKS MAGAZINE<br /> - </h2> - -<p class="center"><i><span class="gesperrt"><strong>An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls</strong></span></i> -<br /> -<strong><small>SINGLE COPIES 10 CENTS ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION $1.00</small><br /> -<small>Sent postpaid to any address Subscriptions can begin at any time and must be paid in advance</small><br /> -<small>Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, and should be sent to</small></strong></p> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><strong>The Penn Publishing Company</strong></span><br /> -<strong><small>923 ARCH STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA.</small></strong><br /> -</p> - -<p class="center">Copyright 1902 by The Penn Publishing Company.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_valley-forge" style="max-width: 87.8125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_valley-forge.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>VALLEY FORGE—WASHINGTON AND LAFAYETTE</p></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak">Young Folks Magazine - </h2> - -<p class="h2sub">VOL. I APRIL 1902 No. 2 - </p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="bbox"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WITH_WASHINGTON">WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE - </h2> - <p class="h2sub">By W. Bert Foster</p> - </div> - -<h3>CHAPTER III<br /> -Black Sam -</h3> - -<h4>SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS</h4> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>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.</p> - </div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE covered wagon went creaking on -until the officer, wheeling his big -steed directly across the road, halted -the astonished team of draught horses perforce.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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’.”</p> - -<p>“Sure he passed you?” repeated the British -officer.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>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—”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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’?”</p> - -<p>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—”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“But the papers may be of importance. -The man said they were for General Washington.”</p> - -<p>“Then take ’em across the river an’ give -’em ter the Commander-in-Chief yourself. -That’s what yeou do, sonny!”</p> - -<p>“Me go to General Washington?” cried -Hadley. “What would Jonas say, anyway?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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—”</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe I could trust them,” Hadley -interrupted.</p> - -<p>“I know. They’re pizen Tories—the -hull on ’em. But there’s a long-laiged boy -there; what’s his name?”</p> - -<p>“’Lonzo.”</p> - -<p>“Ya-as. That’s him. Mebbe you c’d -make him pole yer over.”</p> - -<p>“’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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>Hadley rolled off his mount and rapped -smartly on the cabin door.</p> - -<p>A long silence followed, then, to his joy, -a voice from within called, “Who’s dar?”</p> - -<p>“It’s me—Had Morris. I want you,” -whispered the boy.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“I’ve got to get across the river—quick, -Sam! I haven’t a minute to lose.”</p> - -<p>“Why don’ yo’ go up ter de ferry, Moster?” -demanded the negro, still behind the -closed door.</p> - -<p>“I can’t go there. The Britishers are -there—and they’re after me!”</p> - -<p>By this time the old negro had opened -the door.</p> - -<p>“Lawsey, Moster Had! It is sho’ ’nough -you. How come yo’ ter git in such er fix?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>With this the old slave’s interest seemed -to awaken.</p> - -<p>“Good! Ah’ll come right erlong, Moster -Had—Ah’ll come right erlong.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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?”</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER IV<br /> -MAKING AN ENEMY SERVE THE PATRIOT CAUSE</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">A</span>T 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.</p> - -<p>“Whadjer goin’ ter do, Moster Had?” -whispered the frightened darkey. “Sho’s -yo’ bawn, Ah’ll be skinned alibe fur dis.”</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Had Morris!” shouted the other boy in -astonishment and wrath. “Do you think -I’m going to do what you say?”</p> - -<p>“Take up your pole, Sam!” commanded -Hadley, hastily. “The boat’s swinging -down stream. Quick now!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>At that moment the voice of the elder -Alwood came to their ears.</p> - -<p>“Lon! Lon! Is that you out there? -What air you and Sam doin’ with the boat?”</p> - -<p>“Keep on poling and save your wind!” -commanded Hadley, threateningly, still -with the pistol at Lon’s side.</p> - -<p>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!”</p> - -<p>“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’—”</p> - -<p>“Who is it?” cried the elder Alwood. -“Where’s Sam?”</p> - -<p>“It’s Had Morris. He’s makin’ Sam and -me take him across the river.”</p> - -<p>“Is that his horse I see there?” demanded -the wrathful farmer.</p> - -<p>“Yes, dad. Shoot it!” shouted Lon.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t, dad!” yelled Lon. “Don’t shoot -the horse.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Ha! Hadley Morris, you say? The -very boy we’re after!” cried the colonel. -“Men, give them a volley!”</p> - -<p>“No, no!” cried the old man. “That’s -my son out there and my servant. You -want to commit murder, do ye?”</p> - -<p>“This Alwood is a loyal man, colonel,” -the sergeant said.</p> - -<p>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:—</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Keep at it, boys!” -Hadley commanded. -“I’ve got my eye on -you. Lon—don’t shirk. -Hurry up there, Sam, -you black rascal!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“Moster Holdness gib me dat weapon,” -responded Sam, “an’ he mighty pleased wid -me, Moster Had.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>Sam pushed the heavy landing plank -aboard again and picked up his pole, while -Hadley rode up the steep bank and reached -the highway.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“See if he has the word, Bumbler,” advised -a second man, and the party advanced -on the mare and her rider.</p> - -<p>“It’s a good horse—but she’s been ridden -far,” declared a third. “She’ll sell for -something handsome in Germantown.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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—”</p> - -<p>“What are you doing on this road?” -demanded the corporal. “And without the -word? Didn’t you expect to fall in with -the outposts?”</p> - -<p>“With what outposts?” cried Hadley.</p> - -<p>“Ours, of course—the American outposts? -Are you one of this Tory tribe -with which the country is overrun?”</p> - -<p>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—”</p> - -<p>“Whose headquarters?”</p> - -<p>“The Commander-in-Chief’s.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER V<br /> -THE MAGIC OF A NAME</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">F</span>LAT 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.</p> - -<p>“Dispatches, Corporal, as sure as aigs is -aigs!” he exclaimed, passing the packet up -to the officer.</p> - -<p>“Huh! we’d better go careful here, Bumbler—we’d -better go careful,” said the -portly man, doubtfully. “None of you -know the boy?”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>“They’re addressed to nobody,” grumbled -the corporal.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Travelers on this road must have the -password, master,” the corporal said. -“You are near the outposts of the army.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“So you wish the countersign, do you, -my man?” demanded the stranger, looking -the corporal over with hauteur. “What -regiment are you?”</p> - -<p>The corporal mentioned one of the regiments -of State troops which at that time -formed a part of Washington’s forces.</p> - -<p>“Then you should know me, sirrah, although -I have not the countersign,” the -gentleman said. “I am John Cadwalader.”</p> - -<p>“Colonel Cadwalader—of the Silk Stocking -Regiment!” Hadley heard Bumbler -mutter.</p> - -<p>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—”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“I can spare no men, for I’m foraging,” -declared the corporal, still hesitating.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>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—”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“We know nothing about the lad, your -honor,” said the corporal.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“But how do we know you?” began the -corporal, desperately.</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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—”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER VI<br /> -A GREAT MAN’S COUNSEL</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">O</span>FFICERS 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.</p> - -<p>“Have no fear of your reception by General -Washington,” he whispered. “The -dispatches you bear will be sufficient introduction.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“What does the young man bring?” -asked Washington.</p> - -<p>“Come forward, my lad,” Cadwalader -urged. “Give the General your packet.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp52" id="i_hadley" style="max-width: 45.8125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_hadley.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>HADLEY DELIVERED THE PACKET TO WASHINGTON</p></div> -</div> - -<p>“Where are you from, boy?” asked -Washington.</p> - -<p>“From—from the Three Oaks Inn,” -stammered Hadley. In his own ears his -voice sounded from a long way off.</p> - -<p>“And who gave them to you?” was the -next query.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Egad!” exclaimed one of the amused -officers, under his breath, “it’s boys like him -we want, then.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>The boy flushed and paled by turns as -he listened to this. “Come, speak up, -Master Morris!” exclaimed Cadwalader, -encouragingly.</p> - -<p>“I—I cannot enlist, if it please your honors,” -the boy said. “My uncle will not let -me.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>For an instant there was silence. Washington -flashed a glance at Colonel Cadwalader.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>The colonel bowed. “My mind exactly, -General,” he said.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_soldiers" style="max-width: 65.0625em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_soldiers.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FRESHMAN_BANQUET">THE FRESHMAN BANQUET</h2> -</div> -<hr class="r5" /> -<p class="h2sub">BY HARRIET WHEELER</p> -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE 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.</p> - -<p>“Read it and hand it over to Nellie -Gaines,” she whispered.</p> - -<p>Edith Latta spread the note open on her -lap and read:—</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>Immediately after chapel the Freshman -girls separated.</p> - -<p>A party of Sophomore boys gathered behind -the chapel and eyed the retreating -Freshmen suspiciously.</p> - -<p>“There’s something up, fellows, sure,” -said Bert Loranger. “We’d better shadow -the Freshies.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp98" id="i_bert" style="max-width: 43.9375em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_bert.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>BERT WATCHED THEM THROUGH THE BAY WINDOW</p></div> -</div> - -<p>“They’re going to Fanny Berginrose’s!” -he exclaimed.</p> - -<p>“And there come two more Juniors, with -another crowd of girls, down the hill.”</p> - -<p>“That’s all right,” declared George Nelson. -“Come on down to Blake’s. We’ll -’phone the fellows from there.”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>Ten minutes later a dozen Sophomores -entered Blake’s, hot and breathless.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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!”</p> - -<p>Long before that all the girls were watching -them from the window.</p> - -<p>“The Sophomores! What shall we do? -Don’t let them in!” cried they in a chorus.</p> - -<p>Fanny stuck her head out the window -and asked, “What’s wanted?”</p> - -<p>“We’ve come to offer our services as escorts -to the hotel,” said Ted, bowing as -gracefully as possible to a second-story -window.</p> - -<p>“They’re up to some trick,” whispered -Edith Latta. “Anyhow, they still think -we’re going to the Watson House. That’s -good.”</p> - -<p>“Declined with thanks,” responded -Fanny, slowly withdrawing her head and -closing the window.</p> - -<p>The boys began to get out of the ’bus, -and very deliberately surrounded the house.</p> - -<p>“I do believe they’re going to try to -break in,” cried one of the younger girls. -“Call up the police.”</p> - -<p>Fanny considered for a moment, but the -sounds below dispelled her doubt. Going -to the ’phone, she called up the city marshal.</p> - -<p>His laugh could be heard through the -’phone. “All right,” he shouted; “I’ll be -up with force big enough to quell all disturbances.”</p> - -<p>In a few moments the officials appeared, -followed by three Juniors. Fanny let them -in and bolted the door -behind them.</p> - -<p>“What shall we do, Mr. -Appleton?” said the girls, -surrounding the marshal.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>The girls put on their -wraps. The marshal -threw the doors open and -shouted, “The girls accept -your offer. Clear -the way!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>At the hotel the Freshmen boys greeted -the new arrivals from the steps and escorted -them to the parlors.</p> - -<p>“How in the world did you boys get over -here?” asked Edith.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Mein Herr, these ladies are ravenous. -They demand planked white fish or your -life. How soon—”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“How’s this, His Excellency denies the -white fish?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“What about those fish? Are they done?”</p> - -<p>A silence.</p> - -<p>“How’s that? I couldn’t quite hear.”</p> - -<p>“Taken? Who— Say! what was he -like? Tall, light hair, wore a spotted vest -and patent leathers. Well, I—”</p> - -<p>Kauffman hung up the receiver with an -impatient twang.</p> - -<p>“I say, fellows and gentlemen, we’re done -for. The Sophs have hooked our fish. -Jim Wilmore and that crowd—”</p> - -<p>“Hello!” The door flew open suddenly, -and Bill Winters, one of the Juniors, burst -in.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“Coats!” exclaimed Crawford, in sudden -surprise. “Why, I left mine in the ’bus.”</p> - -<p>“So did I, and I!” exclaimed several -voices at once.</p> - -<p>Kauffman read the letter.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“White fish!” exclaimed Crawford, who -was the first to recover from the general -consternation. “That explains it.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“Blame you fellows,” he was saying; -“give me my coat. I left something valuable -in the pocket. It’s a mean trick, anyway.”</p> - -<p>“What was it, Freshie?” came from a -lower window in a taunting voice. “Handkerchief?”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>In a minute, Crawford, bubbling over -with laughter, came up the stairs two steps -at a time.</p> - -<p>“How was that, fellows, for an indignant -Freshie?”</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MR_NOBODY">MR. NOBODY</h2> -</div> -<hr class="r5" /> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">There is a funny little man,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As quiet as a mouse,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who does the mischief that is done</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In everybody’s house.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There’s no one ever sees his face,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And yet we all agree</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That every plate and cup was cracked</div> - <div class="verse indent4">By Mr. Nobody.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’Tis he who always tears our books,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who leaves our doors ajar;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He pulls the buttons from our shirts,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And scatters pins afar.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That squeaking door will always squeak</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For, prithee, don’t you see,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We leave the oiling to be done</div> - <div class="verse indent4">By Mr. Nobody.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The finger marks upon the doors</div> - <div class="verse indent3">By none of us are made;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We never leave the blinds unclosed,</div> - <div class="verse indent3">To let the curtains fade;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The ink we never spill; the boots</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That lying round you see</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Are not our boots—they all belong</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To Mr. Nobody.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="bbox"> - <h2 class="nobreak" id="DAUGHTER">A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST - </h2> - <p class="smcap h2sub">By Evelyn Raymond</p> - </div> - -<h3>CHAPTER IV<br /> -The Stranger’s Name</h3> - -<h4>SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS</h4> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>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.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HRUSTING 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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Why—why—it’s nobody, nothing, but -dear old Tom!”</p> - -<p>“It’s an eagle! The first—”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Is—is—he tame?”</p> - -<p>“Tame as Angelique’s pet chicken. But -mischievous. He wouldn’t hurt you for -anything.”</p> - -<p>“Humph! He would have killed me if -I hadn’t waked and yelled.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you did that surely. You feel -better, don’t you?”</p> - -<p>“I wish you’d put him outdoors, or shut -him up where he belongs. I want to sit -down.”</p> - -<p>“There’s no reason why you shouldn’t,” -she answered, pushing a chair toward him.</p> - -<p>“Where did you get it—that creature?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“No. I know nothing about them—yet. -But I shall, some day.”</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“There’s your supper, Thomas the King! -Which means, no more of Angelique’s -chickens, dead or alive.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>Their scrutiny of each other was ended -by her exclaiming:—</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” he answered, dryly.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“I’m so sorry. I ought to have thought -of that right away. But a bath is ready -now, if you wish it.”</p> - -<p>The stranger rose, stammered a little, but -accepted what was in truth a delightful surprise.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Oh! how much more comfortable you -must be. How did you get lost? Is your -home far from here?”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Who’s Pierre?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“A-ah, indeed! So you study types up -here, do you?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“A-ah!” said the listener, again. “That -explains.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what you mean. No matter. -It’s the old stupidity, I suppose. -How did you get lost?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“But I do not. Did you keep hallooing -all that long time? How did it happen we -heard you?”</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Suppose I do not wish to go to either -place—what then?”</p> - -<p>Margot stared. “Not—wish—to go—to -your own dear—home?”</p> - -<p>The stranger smiled at the amazement of -her face.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“Mine? Oh! I’m Adrian Wadislaw. A -good-for-nought, some people say. Young -Wadislaw, the sinner, son of old Wadislaw, -the saint.”</p> - -<p>The answer was given recklessly, while -the dark young face grew sadly bitter and -defiant.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER V<br /> -IN ALADDIN LAND</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>T 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.</p> - -<p>“You are getting rested, Mr.—”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Alas! And I believed I had at last -learned to forgive!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Well, one may at least control his actions, -if not his thoughts,” he murmured, -and quietly left the place.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Suppose, Miss Impatience, we begin -with breakfast? Here comes Adrian. -Ask his opinion.”</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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:—</p> - -<p>Don’t mind Mother Angelique. She’s -dreadfully disappointed that nobody died -and no bad luck followed her breaking a -mirror, yesterday.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Oh! we’re all one family here, servants -and everybody,” cried the woman, tossing -the eagle a crumb of biscuit.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Get out, you uncanny creature! Beg -pardon, Miss Margot, but I’m—he seems -to have a special grudge against me.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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:—</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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—”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>Adrian was so startled that he dropped -into a chair, the better to sustain himself -against further Arabian-Nights-like discoveries.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp59" id="i_flag" style="max-width: 47em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_flag.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>MARGOT UNFURLED THE FLAG</p></div> -</div> - -<p>In wild excitement and admiration the -watcher leaned out of his window and -shouted hoarsely:—</p> - -<p>“Hurrah! H-u-r-rah! H-U-R—!”</p> - -<p>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?</p> - -<p>For she was falling—falling! And the -end could be but one.</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER VI<br /> -A ONE-SIDED STORY</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">A</span>DRIAN 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.</p> - -<p>She had heard his breathless crashing up -the slope and greeted him with a smile and -the tremulous question:—</p> - -<p>“How did you know where I was?”</p> - -<p>“You aren’t—dead?”</p> - -<p>“Certainly not. I might have been, -though, but God took care.”</p> - -<p>“Was it my cheers frightened you?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“You should never do such a thing. The -idea of a girl climbing trees at all, least of -any such a tree as that!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Who planned such a death-trap as that, -anyway?”</p> - -<p>“I did.”</p> - -<p>“You! A girl!”</p> - -<p>“Yes. Why not? It’s great fun, usually.”</p> - -<p>“You’d better have been learning to sew.”</p> - -<p>“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—”</p> - -<p>Adrian threw up his hands in protest.</p> - -<p>“What sort of creature are you, anyway?”</p> - -<p>“Just plain girl.”</p> - -<p>“Anything but that!”</p> - -<p>“Well, girl, without the adjective. Suits -me rather better,” and she laughed in a -way that proved she was not suffering -from her mishap.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>Margot stretched her long arms and -looked at them quizzically.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>Again Adrian glanced upward, to the -flag floating there, and shrugged his shoulders.</p> - -<p>“Excuse me, please. That is, I suppose -I could do it, only, seeing you slip—I prefer -to wait awhile.”</p> - -<p>“Are you afraid?”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Why, it’s easy! It’s grand!” he called -back, and went up swiftly enough.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“He’s coming! Somebody’s coming!” -he shouted. “There’s a little boat pushing -off from that other shore.”</p> - -<p>Then he descended with a rapidity that -delighted even himself and called forth a -bit of praise from Margot.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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—”</p> - -<p>But the more he tried to explain the more -confused he grew, and Margot merrily simplified -matters by declaring:—</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Ready.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“What an ideal existence!”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Did she die?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>“Yes—I—suppose so. May as well give -the end of my story first—I’m a runaway.”</p> - -<p>“Why?”</p> - -<p>“No matter why.”</p> - -<p>“That isn’t fair.”</p> - -<p>He parried the indignation of her look -by some further questions of his own. -“Have you always lived here?”</p> - -<p>“Always.”</p> - -<p>“You go to the towns sometimes, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“I have never seen a town, except in -pictures.”</p> - -<p>“Whew! Don’t you have any friends? -Any girls come to see you?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“You poor child!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>Margot was more angry than she had -ever been, and anger made her decidedly -uncomfortable. She sprang up hastily, -saying:—</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“Margot! Margot! Wait a minute! -You’re too swift for me! I want to—”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="APRIL">APRIL</h2> -</div> - -<p class="h2sub">FROM “IN MEMORIAM”</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now rings the woodland loud and long,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The distance takes a lovelier hue,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And, drowned in yonder living blue,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The lark becomes a sightless song.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The flocks are whiter down the vale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And milkier every milky sail</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On winding stream or distant sea;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Where now the seamew pipes, or dives</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In yonder greening gleam, and fly</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The happy birds, that change their sky</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To build and brood; that live their lives</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">From land to land; and in my breast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spring wakens, too; and my regret</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Becomes an April violet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And buds and blossoms like the rest.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - <h2 class="nobreak" id="WOOD-FOLK_TALK"><i>Wood-Folk Talk</i> - </h2> - </div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p class="h2sub">By J. ALLISON ATWOOD</p> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3>HOW OWL BECAME A NIGHT BIRD.</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">W</span>HY 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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>Sparrow Hawk was exultant. Now at -last he would be revenged. Everybody -believed Owl to be a villain and wished to -kill him.</p> - -<p>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!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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!”</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="bbox"> - <h2 class="nobreak" id="LITTLE_POLLY_PRENTISS">LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS - </h2> - <p class="h2sub"><span class="allsmcap">BY</span> ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD</p> - </div> - -<h3>CHAPTER III<br /> -MISS POMEROY COMES</h3> - -<h4>SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS</h4> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>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.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">P</span>OLLY 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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know about that,” laughed Miss -Pomeroy; “it seems to me that little people -have a wonderful amount of sense sometimes.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t know,” said Mrs. Manser, -dubiously, “perhaps they have.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>The old man swung her quickly up into -his arms and gave her a hearty kiss.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Ramsdell pressed Polly fiercely to -her breast, and then let her go, after a -searching look into the brown eyes.</p> - -<p>“There, that’s over with,” she said, -firmly. “One more thing gone, along with -all the rest.”</p> - -<p>“But I shan’t forget you,” faltered Polly, -whose eyes were getting very misty indeed.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“You don’t look as old as that,” she said, -kindly, but her voice had a sober sound at -which Polly took alarm.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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?”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“They wouldn’t be to my taste,” said -Miss Pomeroy, briskly. “Who is Uncle -Sam Blodgett? I mean, is he any relation -of yours?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“Mercy on us!” ejaculated Miss Pomeroy. -“Where did you ever get such a -memory, child?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER IV<br /> -POLLY’S FIRST JOURNEY</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">“N</span>OW, 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.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“I should say not, indeed,” assented Miss -Pomeroy; “just hear that bird, Mary! He’s -telling cheerful news, isn’t he?”</p> - -<p>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?”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<h3>CHAPTER V<br /> -AT POMEROY OAKS</h3> - -<p><span class="dropcap">“T</span>HIS is little Mary Prentiss,” said -Miss Pomeroy to Arctura Green, -who stood beaming down on -Polly.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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?”</p> - -<p>“It’s there in the back of the wagon,” said -Miss Pomeroy; “a big black bag.”</p> - -<p>“If you please, I can carry it, Miss Arctura,” -said Polly, stepping forward to take -the bag. “I’m real strong.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“It feels like Ebenezer’s fur,” said Polly. -“I wonder if Ebenezer will miss me.”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>“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.”</p> - -<p>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.”</p> - -<p>“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!”</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp46" id="i_girl" style="max-width: 39.75em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_girl.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p>THE KITTENS CLAMBERED TO POLLY’S SHOULDERS</p></div> -</div> - -<p>“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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>[TO BE CONTINUED]</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="APRIL_LEAVES">APRIL LEAVES</h2> -</div> - -<p class="h2sub smcap">By Julia McNair Wright</p> - -<p><span class="dropcap">F</span>OLIAGE 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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - - <div class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 69.625em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_witheditor.jpg" alt="WITH THE EDITOR" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="WITH_THE_EDITOR">WITH THE EDITOR - </h2> - -<p><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE 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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img class="center" src="images/i_hrwte.jpg" alt="decoration" /> - </div> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="EVENT_AND_COMMENT">EVENT AND COMMENT</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<h3>St. Louis Exposition</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>The Louisiana Exposition as planned should be -most convincing that the United States has well -utilized the territory purchased in 1803.</p> - -<h3>Interior Heat</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>Prince Henry</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>A Change In the Cabinet</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>William H. Moody, who, like the former, hails -from the State of Massachusetts, has been appointed -as his successor.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>The New States</h3> - -<p>Bills are now before the House of Representatives -for the admission to Statehood of our remaining -Territories—New Mexico, Arizona, Oklahoma, -and Indian Territory.</p> - -<p>This movement was favored as far back as -1896.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>The Irrigation Bill</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>Methuen’s Defeat.</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<h3>Photography In Colors</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - - <div class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 66.6875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_indoors.jpg" alt="IN-DOORS DECORATION" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN-DOORS">IN-DOORS - </h2> - -<h3>PARLOR MAGIC - </h3> - -<p class="h2sub">By Ellis Stanyon </p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>The first of this series of papers on Magic, commencing -with the March number, included directions -to the beginner for Palming and the Pass.</p> -</div> - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<p><span class="dropcap">M</span><span class="smcap">agical Production of a Coin.</span>—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.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">A New Coin Fold.</span>—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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">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.</span>—For -this very surprising trick you will require -to make the following preparations:</p> - -<p>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).</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp46" style="max-width: 10.4375em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_fig6.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p><span class="smcap">Fig. 6</span></p></div> -</div> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Coin, Wine Glass, and Paper Cone.</span>—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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>To make the experiment more effective, -use colored paper, which shows up against -the coin more than white.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Pocket Vanish.</span>—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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">To Pass a Coin Into an Ordinary -Matchbox Held by One of the Spectators.</span>—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.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - </div> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 69.125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/i_oldtrunk.jpg" alt="The Old Trunk Decoration" /> - </div> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_TRUNK">THE OLD TRUNK - </h2> - -<p>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 <span class="smcap">Young Folks Magazine</span>, -to be sent to any desired address.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>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 <span class="smcap">Young Folks Magazine</span>:</p> - -<p>Amabel Jenks, Lawrence Park, Bronxville, New -York.</p> - -<p>Ethel Olive Bogert, 85 West 34th St., Bayonne, -N. J.</p> - -<p>Flora H. Towne, 178 Francisco St., Chicago, Ill.</p> - -<p>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.</p> - -<p>The correct answers are given below.</p> - -<table class="left" summary="Answers"> -<tr><td>1. </td><td>Feldspar.</td></tr> -<tr><td>2. </td><td>Independence Hall.</td></tr> -<tr><td>3. </td><td>Kinglet.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Bluejay.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Robin.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Blackbird.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Crow.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Woodthrush.</td></tr> -<tr><td>4. </td><td>Alice in Wonderland.</td></tr> -<tr><td>5. </td><td>Saratoga.</td></tr> -<tr><td>6. </td><td>Beaver.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Bear.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Weasel.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Puma.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Deer.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Otter.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Seal.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Ferret.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Elk.</td></tr> -<tr><td>7. </td><td>Donkey.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Turnkey.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Monkey.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Whiskey.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Lackey.</td></tr> -<tr><td> </td><td>Turkey.</td></tr> -</table> - -<h3>AQUARIUM</h3> - -<p>In each of the following sentences are three -fish. Can you catch them?</p> - -<p>With difficulty she found her ring among the -array of carpets.</p> - -<p>The multitudes harkened: the vesper chimes had -sounded.</p> - -<p>So, leaving Elba’s shore, they turned the ship’s -keel homeward.</p> - -<p class="right">—<i>Flora Linwood.</i></p> - -<h3>DIAGONAL</h3> - -<p>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.</p> - -<ul> -<li>An inscription.</li> -<li>A kind of force.</li> -<li>A system for conveyance.</li> -<li>Quiet.</li> -<li>Agreeable.</li> -<li>A species of monkey.</li> -<li>Kinship.</li> -<li>A charm.</li> -</ul> - -<p class="right">—<i>Warren Lee.</i></p> - -<h3>TWISTED RIVERS</h3> - -<p>The names of the following rivers do not run -as smoothly as they might. Can you straighten -them?</p> - -<ul> -<li>Nnmgaahoeol.</li> -<li>Nkyou.</li> -<li>Zaanom.</li> -<li>Heirn.</li> -<li>Lodacoor.</li> -</ul> - -<p class="right"> - —<i>Burt L. Watson.</i> - </p> - -<h3>ENIGMA</h3> - -<p> -I am composed of eighteen letters.<br /> -My 9-16-2 is that which covers the greater part of the world.<br /> -My 3-6-8 is an abbreviation and a title.<br /> -My 15-4-12-18 is something from which water is obtained.<br /> -My 1-10-15-4-17 is a gem.<br /> -My 11-7-13-18 is to quiet.<br /> -My 5-14-12-4 is part of a shoe.<br /> -My whole is a well known author.<br /> -</p> - -<p class="right"> -—<i>Edith Irene.</i><br /> -</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My number, definite and known,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is ten times ten told ten times o’er;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">One-half of me is one alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The other exceeds all count and score.</div> - <div class="verse right">—<i>Selected.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>DOUBLE CROSSWORD ENIGMA</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">In bump not in hurt,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">In deep not in dirt</div> - <div class="verse indent10">In alas not in cry</div> - <div class="verse indent10">In rare not in nigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A fruit and an animal here you find</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If to think and to search you are inclined.</div> - <div class="verse right">—<i>Ruth.</i></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"> -</div> - -<div class="transnote"> -<p>Transcriber’s Notes:</p> -<p>A number of typographical errors have been corrected silently.</p> -<p>Archaic spellings have been retained.</p> -<p>Cover image is in the public domain.</p> -<p>"latter" was changed to "former" in the Wood-folk tale as it was incorrect.</p> -</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUNG FOLKS MAGAZINE, VOL. 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