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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Youth, Vol. I, No. 3, May 1902 - An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys & Girls - -Author: Various - -Editor: Herbert Leonard Coggins - -Release Date: May 21, 2021 [eBook #65400] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: hekula03, Mike Stember and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was - produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital - Library.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUTH, VOL. I, NO. 3, MAY 1902 *** - - - - -[Illustration] - - YOUTH - - VOLUME 1 NUMBER 3 - 1902 - MAY - - An ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY JOURNAL for BOYS & GIRLS - - The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia - - - - -CONTENTS FOR MAY - - - FRONTISPIECE Page - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE (Serial) W. Bert Foster 77 - Illustrated by F. A. 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Barlow - - WITH THE EDITOR 109 - - EVENT AND COMMENT 110 - - IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper III) Ellis Stanyon 111 - - THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles) 113 - - WITH THE PUBLISHER 114 - - - YOUTH - - _An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls_ - - SINGLE COPIES 10 CENTS ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION $1.00 - - Sent postpaid to any address - - Subscriptions can begin at any time and must be paid in advance - - Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, - and should be sent to - - The Penn Publishing Company - 923 ARCH STREET, PHILADELPHIA, PA. - - Copyright 1902 by The Penn Publishing Company - - - - -[Illustration: WASHINGTON AND THE COMMITTEE OF CONGRESS AT VALLEY FORGE.] - - - - - YOUTH - - VOL. I MAY 1902 No. 3 - - - - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE - - By W. Bert Foster - - - CHAPTER VII - - A Friend on the Enemy’s Side - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - The story opens in the year of 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 patriot - cause. When, therefore, a dispatch bearer is captured on the way to - Philadelphia, he gives Hadley the all-important packet to be forwarded - to General Washington. The boy immediately escapes with it, and, - after many perilous experiences, finally makes his way across the - river to the Pennsylvania side. On the road, Hadley, failing to give - the countersign, is stopped by a foraging party of Americans; but - by his honest bearing he wins the attention of John Cadwalader, a - personal friend of Washington, just then journeying to the American - headquarters. Under his protection, our hero speedily arrives at - his destination, and there, in an interview with General Washington - himself, he tells his story and delivers the dispatches, which, - because of the impending crisis, are received eagerly by the head of - the patriot cause. - -The collie rattled his chain at the corner of the sheep pen, and from -a low growl changed his welcome to a bark of delight and frisked about -Hadley’s legs as the boy stopped to pat him. The house door across the -paved yard opened and the innkeeper’s voice cried: “Be still, Bose! -Who’s out there?” - -Hadley went nearer and laughed. “What’s the matter, Master Benson?” he -asked. “Are the dragoons still about the place?” - -At once the innkeeper plunged down the steps, and, reaching the boy, -seized him tightly in his arms. “Had! Had!” he cried, “why did you come -back to the Three Oaks? We thought you’d join the army for sure this -time.” - -“Is the colonel still here?” asked Hadley, in haste, and drawing back -from the inn. - -“Yes, he’s here,” grunted Jonas, “but he can’t do anything to you. The -dragoons are no longer at the Mills. Malcolm’s troop started for York -this morning. There’s something going to happen ’fore long, for the -British are stirring, and they say Lord Howe has sailed with his fleet.” - -“I know,” said the boy, with some pride. “There’s going to be a big -battle, or something. Those papers I ran away with told all about Lord -Howe’s plans, and now our generals will be able to meet him.” - -“Who told you?” Jonas asked, open-mouthed in astonishment. - -“I heard General Washington himself say so,” declared the boy, and -then, having entered the wide inn kitchen, and, finding it empty, he -had to sit down and relate the particulars of his ride to Germantown, -and his brief interview with the Commander-in-Chief of the American -forces. - -“I’ve heard of that Colonel Cadwalader,” Jonas said, drawing a long -breath, “and you were certainly lucky to make such a powerful friend, -Hadley. Why didn’t you join the army? You’d make a good soldier, and -perhaps get to be a captain, or something. Men rise quick from the -ranks now-a-days.” - -“You know very well why I cannot enlist,” Hadley replied, gravely. “If -Uncle Ephraim should tell me I could go, I might feel as though I would -not be breaking my word by enlisting. But unless he says so, I don’t -see how I can do it, much as I would like.” - -The innkeeper shook his head. “Ah, boy, there’s plenty of time yet for -you, after all, it’s likely. The struggle is bound to be a long one. -The king is sending over more troops, they say, and there’s a big force -marching from Canada. We’ll never give up till we’re free; but most of -us may be dead before freedom comes.” - -Mistress Benson came in a minute later, and her delight at seeing -Hadley safe and sound again was sincere, although, as Jonas had -admitted to the boy’s private ear, she was none too sympathetic with -the patriot cause. She set before the boy a bountiful repast and made -him eat his fill. Then he retired to his usual couch in the loft of the -great barn and slept undisturbed until morning. - -He was currying down Black Molly in the open door of the stable before -breakfast when Colonel Knowles chanced to stroll into the inn yard. The -Englishman stopped and stared at the stableboy with a lowering brow. -Hadley kept at work, whistling cheerfully, but a little amused at the -colonel’s evident surprise, and not at all sure what the outcome of -the meeting might be. - -“Well, young man!” exclaimed the guest; “you certainly are a youth of -mettle to dare come back here after what occurred the other day. Do you -know who I am?” - -“You are a guest of Master Benson’s, sir,” Hadley said, quietly. - -“I am an officer in His Majesty’s army, sir.” - -“But you are in the enemy’s country just now, Colonel Knowles,” the boy -said, softly. “The dragoons are no longer within call, and although -there are some Tories in the neighborhood, there are more men who hold -to the cause of the Colonies. I think I am safer to come back here than -you are to remain.” - -“Humph!” grunted the colonel; but the words evidently impressed him. -After a moment of sullen silence he said: “They tell me your name is -Morris; is that so?” - -“It is, sir.” - -“Do you know a person named Ephraim Morris living in this part of the -country?” - -“That is my uncle’s name,” declared the boy, and his interest grew, for -he remembered his conversation two days before with Mistress Lillian. - -“How old a man is he?” demanded Colonel Knowles, with some eagerness. - -“Rising sixty, sir. He is a farmer and lives not more than four miles -from here.” - -“Well,” said the Englishman, turning finally on his heel, “you’re a -worthy nephew of such an uncle, I don’t doubt.” - -“I’m afraid Uncle Ephraim would not agree with you,” Hadley called -after the gentleman. “He is a Tory.” - -But Colonel Knowles paid no further attention to him, and the boy went -on with his work. But his mind ran continually on the interest the -colonel and his daughter evidently had in old Ephraim Morris. Mistress -Lillian herself appeared after breakfast, and while Hadley was clearing -up the entrance to the inn yard. Jonas Benson prided himself on having -everything about the inn as neatly kept as did his wife inside the -house. - -“Hadley Morris!” the colonel’s daughter exclaimed, leaning over the -railing of the inn porch and looking at the youth with sparkling eyes. -“Has my father seen you? Mistress Benson told me you had come back and -that she was afraid father would be angry when he saw you. Aren’t you -afraid?” - -“I’ve seen the colonel,” Hadley replied, smiling up at her. He -remembered the anxiety in her countenance when he had last seen her -looking from the inn window as he ran with the dispatches to escape the -dragoons, and he was not so much afraid of her as he had been earlier -in their acquaintance. “He wasn’t very pleasant, but the dragoons -aren’t in the neighborhood now and I guess he won’t try to do anything -to me. You see, m’am, most of the farmers are on my side.” - -“You are a terrible rebel!” declared the girl, but she still smiled -down upon him. “Did you carry those dispatches ’way to--to that Mr. -Washington whom your people call ‘general’?” - -“I went all the way with them and saw General Washington himself,” -declared the boy, proudly. “He is a mighty fine gentleman, and the -place where he stops was full of officers. All the American army are -not ragamuffins,” and his eyes twinkled as he thus reminded her of her -criticism of the American soldiery on a previous occasion. “Some of the -colonists know how to fight as well as hired soldiers.” - -“And some of them know how to run,” Lillian cried. - -“True. Would you have had me stand here and face that whole mob of -dragoons--to say nothing of your father?” - -“Oh, I didn’t mean you. I think you were very smart to get away on that -horse with the dispatches. And I’ll tell you what father said about -it,” she added, lowering her voice and glancing about her. “He said -that ‘if the rebel youth can fight so well and are such strategists, it -is no wonder that my Lord Howe and the other generals have so little -luck in bringing the uprising to a swift close.’ Now, aren’t you proud?” - -Hadley flushed as she spoke. “I thought he was very angry with me this -morning.” - -“Well, I think he is angry enough; but he seemed to admire your ability -to beat the dragoons and get across the river as you did. I heard him -and the officer in command of the troopers talking about it, and they -both wondered how you escaped them on the road to the ferry. Father -said he had almost caught you--he could tell by the sound of your -horse’s feet--when the sound suddenly stopped and you disappeared as -though the earth had opened and swallowed you. How did you do it?” - -“You are an enemy,” the boy returned, with amusement. “I couldn’t tell -you that, you know. Anything else--” - -“Tell me what sort of a man that uncle of yours, Ephraim Morris, is?” -she broke in, suddenly. “I spoke to father about him and he said he -must be the man he has come here to see.” - -“Uncle Ephraim is an old man. He came from England years ago. He isn’t -liked very well. He’s a king’s man, you know--a Tory.” - -“Oh! that’s something in his favor,” she declared. - -“So I thought you’d say,” he replied, shouldering his rake and broom -and preparing to return to the stableyard. “I didn’t want you to have -too bad an opinion of Uncle Ephraim.” - -“If he is the person my father is looking for I have a very bad opinion -of him, indeed, and his being for the king will make little difference -one way or another.” - -Her words disturbed Hadley when he thought them over. Mistress Lillian -had seemed well disposed towards him personally, but she was also -bitter against his uncle, and Hadley believed Uncle Ephraim should have -warning of the colonel’s visit. So, immediately after his duties at the -Three Oaks were performed, Hadley set out to his uncle’s house. - -The Morris pastures were the nearest to the Three Oaks Inn, and -crossing the road where he had so fortunately escaped the dragoons by -the aid of Lafe Holdness, Hadley struck into the open plain on which -his uncle’s cattle grazed. - -The big pasture was dotted with clumps of trees, and while yet Hadley -was some distance from the farmhouse and its neighboring buildings, -he saw a band of young stock stampeding wildly from the vicinity of a -grove of dwarfed oaks not far away. The cattle, heads down and tails -in the air, plunged across the plain at a mad pace, and Hadley was -positive that they were not running without cause. The drove passed him -like a whirlwind, and in their wake came a loudly-yelping cur and a -person whom he very well knew, urging the dog on. - -“Hold on there! what are you about?” cried Hadley, running forward. -“What are you chasing the cattle for? That brute of yours will kill -some of the stock.” - -It was Lon Alwood, and it was quite evident by Lon’s expression of -countenance that Hadley was the last person he had expected to meet -just then. “Wh--why, I thought you had gone to join the army!” he -gasped. - -“I’m right here to tell you to stop chasing my uncle’s cattle,” -returned Hadley, in disgust. - -“Oh, you are, hey?” cried the other boy, with bravado. Then, to the cur -who had halted like his master at the appearance of Hadley: “Sic ’em, -boy--sic ’em!” - -Hadley grabbed a clod, and as the dog started after the fleeing steers -he hurled the lump of earth with considerable force and it bounded -resoundingly from the canine’s ribs. The brute gave a yelp and took -refuge behind its master, its interest for the moment lost in the -inoffensive cattle. There it crouched and growled at Hadley, while Lon -fairly danced up and down in his rage. - -“What you need, Had Morris, is a sound thrashing, and I’m going to give -it to you right now!” declared the young Tory. - -“I wouldn’t try any thrashing, if I were you, Lon. You know you tried -it once, a long time ago, and I haven’t forgotten how to wrestle since -then.” - -Hadley tried to pass on as he spoke, but young Alwood sprang before -him and barred his way. “You’re going to get thrashed right here and -now, Had Morris!” declared he, resentfully. “You haven’t got any gun -or pistol to help you out, and I’m not afraid of you. So look out for -yourself!” - -Hadley saw no way of avoiding the struggle unless he took to his heels, -and he could not bring himself to do that. So he met his antagonist’s -charge to the best of his ability, and in a moment they were locked -together in a close, but far from loving, embrace, while the dog ran -around and around them, barking its approval of its master’s conduct. - - - CHAPTER VIII - - UNCLE EPHRAIM DISPLAYS GREAT INTEREST - -The boys had scarcely gripped each other when Lon realized that he was -now no better able to cope with his rival in a wrestling bout than he -was at their last encounter, months previous. The stableboy of the -Three Oaks Inn had been in perfect training every day of his active -life. Lon was lazy, and had to be fairly driven to work by his father. -He would much rather roam the woods with a gun and dog, or go fishing, -than do those tasks which fell to the share of the other lads of the -neighborhood, and leaping and running, and frolicking with his friends -in their off-hours, had not hardened his muscles as Hadley’s toil -hardened his. - -The latter obtained a good hold on his enemy and, with a sudden -squeeze, almost drove the breath out of Lon’s lungs. The Tory youth -gasped as he felt this sudden strength. “Oh! oh!” he groaned. And then, -kicking frantically and endeavoring to beat his antagonist in the face -with his fists, cried aloud to the excited dog: “Sic ’im, sir! Go at -’im!” - -The mongrel, as cruel as its master, plunged into the fray and grabbed -at Hadley’s leg. Fortunately, the stableboy wore high riding boots, and -instead of seizing the calf of his leg, the brute sunk its teeth in the -leather. The attack, however, brought Hadley to the ground, with the -dog chewing at the bootleg and snarling, and Lon Alwood on top. But the -under boy still hugged his human antagonist tightly to him, and for the -moment his brute enemy did little harm. - -All the time Lon was encouraging the dog in his attack, but Hadley -would not strike him. “Call off the beast and fight fair, Alwood!” he -said. “Call him off and try it over again. This is no fair game.” - -Lon’s only answer was a more desperate attempt to get his arms free -and so strike his enemy with more precision. But the unequal contest -was exhausting Hadley’s strength, and he knew he could not keep his -advantage for long. So, putting forth all his remaining energy, he -suddenly rolled Lon over and came uppermost himself. The dog yelped -loudly and let go the boot, for Hadley had managed to give him a -well-placed kick at the same moment, and while the brute was recovering -from this the boy broke away from Lon and sprang to his feet. - -The dog seeing its master on the ground, growled savagely and leaped -for Hadley again--this time for his throat. But the boy was ready for -the attack, and the toe of his riding boot caught the animal under -the jaw and sent it backward with terrific force. Lon had secured his -footing, too, and seeing his canine friend so badly treated, came at -Hadley with redoubled fury. The latter caught him at arms’ length and -before Lon could secure any hold, threw him forcibly to the ground. - -The dog happened to be in the way and his master fell flat upon him and -with sufficient force to break the animal’s spine. The dog’s almost -humanlike cry of agony shocked Hadley, and his anger was gone in an -instant. “Oh, the poor creature!” he cried, and as Lon got up, bleeding -at the nose and much bruised, Hadley knelt down beside the beast to -see how badly it was hurt. But with a few spasmodic jerks of its limbs -the dog lay still; its master’s fall had killed it. - -Alwood, however, little interested in the death of the faithful -creature, was searching about the pasture, and suddenly finding a -smooth cobble, hurled it with all his might at the kneeling boy. -Fortunately, Hadley turned in time to see the action and dodge the -stone. He leaped up, and Lon turned tail and ran to escape merited -punishment for this cowardly act. - -“That fellow hasn’t a spark of honor,” thought the victor of this -rather sanguinary encounter. “He can’t fight fair. I’m sorry I killed -his dog; but I don’t believe Lon thought of the poor brute at all. -He was just mad at me and cared nothing about it. I’ll have to watch -out for Lon Alwood, for he’ll seek to injure me without giving fair -warning, I know.” - -His encounter with the Tory youth had detained him, until now it was -growing dusk along the edges of the wood which bordered the pasture. -He hurried on and soon arrived at the outbuildings and barns belonging -to his uncle. The cattle had come up to the barnyard and the cows were -being milked by the hired hands, while Ephraim overlooked the feeding. -If the old gentleman deprived himself of everything but the bare -necessities of life, he was careful that his stock was well fed. - -The men were mostly lads from neighboring farms, who went home at -night, working for their monthly wage for Master Morris because there -was not enough to do to keep them busy at home. They cordially greeted -the miser’s nephew, for though they were nearly all from Tory families, -Hadley was popular with them. Ephraim Morris, however, had but a cold -welcome for the stableboy. - -“Well,” he said, in an unpleasant voice, “what have you got to say for -yourself, Hadley?” - -“About what, uncle?” demanded the boy. - -“Oh, I’ve heard all about it. I let you work for that innkeeper and -this is what it comes to, hey? I thought so--I thought so! Hanging -around a place like that would spoil anybody’s morals. I’m surprised at -you, Hadley--and your mother was a good woman. And for you, who were -born a British subject on English soil yourself, to help these crazy -colonists along--” - -“But I believe they are right, uncle, just as you believe the king and -the king’s men are right.” - -“Pah! pah!” exclaimed the old man, savagely. “What does a boy like -you know of such matters? You have hung about that Jonas Benson, and -his inn, which is a hotbed of rebellion, so long that you talk like a -lawyer. It is ruining you, and I won’t have a nephew of mine--” - -“But Master Benson pays you my wages regularly, doesn’t he?” demanded -Hadley, before the old man could say anything rash. - -“Hem--well, I can say he does,” admitted Uncle Ephraim, and subsided -for a moment. Soon, however, he started on a new tack. “Who is this -English officer who is a guest at the inn, nephew?” he asked. “It is -said that he is a great man from York way. And to think that you should -oppose a gentleman and an officer of His Majesty’s army!” - -“I don’t know how great a man he is,” Hadley returned. “He calls -himself Colonel Creston Knowles--” - -The old man started and leaned forward so that his wrinkled face came -within the candlelight. Wonder, and an expression which seemed like -fear, slowly grew upon his countenance. “Who did you say he was?” he -demanded, his lean fingers clutching the edge of the table. - -“Colonel Creston Knowles, uncle. His daughter, Mistress Lillian, is -with him. They have come into Jersey to find a family by our name, I -understand. Both of them have asked me about you, sir.” While he said -this, Hadley scrutinized Uncle Ephraim closely. The old man was much -disturbed, for he sat silent for several minutes and his face showed -plainly that he was the man Colonel Knowles was so anxious to see. “Who -is Colonel Knowles?” the boy asked, at length. “What does he want to -see you for? Is he--is he related to us in any way?” - -“No, no!” snarled the miser. “He’s nothing to either you or me. I--I -don’t know him--I don’t know him, I tell you! Now, go to bed, and don’t -disturb me with your questions.” - -Hadley cleared up the untidy kitchen as best he could, and then lit a -tallow dip at the single candle on the table, and obeyed his uncle’s -behest by mounting the stairs to the loft over the room. He went to bed -at once, for he was tired enough, but he could not sleep for thinking -of his uncle’s strange manner and words. There was some mysterious -connection between Colonel Knowles and the Morrises; but Uncle Ephraim -did not intend to admit it. - -Hadley fell into a doze at last, but only for a short time. The squeak -of a door below aroused him, and after listening a moment and fancying -all sort of noises, as one will in the night when the house is still, -he crept out of bed, slipped on his outer clothes again, and tiptoed -to the head of the stairs to see if his uncle had himself gone to bed. -There was a faint light below, and the boy was confident that the -candle must be burning, for Uncle Ephraim would never leave a fire on -the hearth at this time of the year. - -Carefully going down several steps in perfect silence, he managed to -get a view of the whole kitchen, including the fireplace, and what was -his astonishment to see Ephraim Morris standing upon a chair before -an old brick oven built high in the chimney, and which Hadley never -remembered seeing opened before. It was open now, however, and the old -gentleman had his head and shoulders thrust inside, as though reaching -for something concealed at the extreme back of the oven. - - - CHAPTER IX - - A MIDNIGHT BURYING - -To play the rôle of eavesdropper, or “Peeping Tom,” was not exactly as -Hadley Morris would have wished. He hated a sneak; but his curiosity -regarding his uncle’s manœuvres was for the time too strong for his -ideas of what was really honorable, and instead of retreating up the -stairs to the loft again, he remained where he was and watched the old -gentleman with wide-open eyes. - -Like most substantially built houses of that day, the Morris homestead -had a great stone and brick fireplace built into the end wall. To the -right of the fireplace was one of those ovens in which the pioneer -housewives did all their baking. The oven was like a safe built into -the side of the chimney, and had a smooth clay floor. Uncle Ephraim had -always kept the oven door fastened with an old-fashioned brass padlock. - -The padlock now lay on the floor, and as Hadley continued to peer into -the wide kitchen from around the corner of the door-frame, he saw -Master Morris draw back from the mouth of the oven, holding a bag in -each hand. The bags were not large, but by the way his uncle carried -them the boy knew they were heavy, and when the old man stepped down -from the chair and laid them on the table, the listener heard a faint -chink as though of metal. “It’s gold!” whispered the boy to himself, -and his eyes opened even more widely at the thought. - -Then for the first time Hadley saw that Master Morris wore his -waistcoat and coat, as though he were ready to go out of doors. He put -on his hat at once, stuck the half-burned candle in a lantern, and with -the latter swung over his arm and one of the heavy bags in each hand, -he left the house. - -Hadley hesitated only a moment; then, curiosity still spurring him, -he ran lightly down the remaining steps into the kitchen and followed -his uncle out of doors without stopping for his own hat. The night was -mild and not at all dark, but the boy might have found some difficulty -in following the old man had it not been for the flickering lantern -which swung from his arm. This dancing will-o’-the-wisp led the boy -down behind the barns and cribs and directly into the orchard where the -branches of the gnarled old apple trees met and, with their fruit and -foliage, shut out most of the star-light. - -Hadley crept near, cautiously, when he saw that Uncle Ephraim had -halted and set the light upon the ground. Soon he discovered that the -old man had been here before since he went to bed, for there was a -shovel and a heap of earth in plain view. He watched his uncle and saw -him drop the two bags into what appeared to be a rather deep hole, then -place a flat stone on top of them, and afterward fill in the hole with -the soil and stamp it all down with care. There was considerable soil -left then, and the old man carried this away, shovelful by shovelful, -and threw it into a ditch at the far edge of the orchard. Afterward -he replaced the sod which he had earlier removed, patting it all down -evenly with the flat of his shovel. The burying was completed, and -marking the spot well for future reference, Hadley ran back to the -house and climbed to the loft, and was nicely in bed again before the -old man returned to the kitchen. - -But the strangeness of the whole matter kept the boy awake long after -he was sure his uncle had sought his own couch. He was unable to -compose his mind to sleep, and was glad when at length the cocks crew -to announce the gray light in the east. He rose and went back to the -Three Oaks without again seeing Uncle Ephraim, and tried to forget -the incident of the night in his work about the inn. But when he saw -Colonel Creston Knowles ride off with William toward the Morris farm -soon after breakfast, Hadley wished he had remained longer with his -uncle, and so been present at the interview which was about to take -place between the old man and the British officer. - -Lillian avoided him that day, seemingly, and Hadley went about his -duties with much trouble at his heart. It was after noon when Colonel -Knowles and his henchman returned, and a glance at the officer’s face -told Hadley that the gentleman was in a towering rage. Evidently his -visit had afforded him little satisfaction. - -Soon, however, something occurred which succeeded in driving this -mystery into the background of the boy’s mind. News from Philadelphia -had been scarce since his return from the Pennsylvania side of the -river; but after supper that evening a man rode up to the inn on a -fagged-out horse, and told them that the army under Washington was on -the move, and was marching toward Philadelphia, as it was believed Lord -Howe’s fleet would land troops to attack the city, where Congress was -then in session. The man obtained a fresh mount and rode on into the -east, having secret business in that direction. - -That night, while Jonas Benson and Hadley sat together in the chimney -place of the inn kitchen, talking over the possibilities of the battle -which must occur before long, the heralding squeak of Lafe Holdness’ -wagon axles reached their ears, the outer door being ajar. - -“Run and open the gate for him, Had!” exclaimed Benson. “Mistress, put -down something to eat for a hungry man, and I warrant you Lafe will do -justice to it.” - -His wife grumblingly expressed herself that a cold supper was good -enough for a man like Lafe Holdness; but she, nevertheless, obeyed her -husband’s request. - -“Stan’ round ther, you!” From the yard the teamster’s voice could be -heard addressing the horses. “Ef ye want suthin’ ter eat, why don’t ye -stan’ still so’t I kin unbuckle this strap? Hello, Had Morris! is that -air yeou? I didn’t ’spect to see yeou ag’in this side o’ the river till -the war was over,” and the Yankee chuckled mightily and dug the boy -good-naturedly in the ribs. - -“We heard to-night the army was on the move, Lafe,” Jonas said, coming -to the porch, and speaking low. - -Lafe dropped for the moment his bantering tone and spoke seriously. -“There’s going to be something done purty soon, friends--somethin’ big! -There’s sure to be a battle. Howe’s fleet is comin’ up Chesapeake Bay -and General Washington will meet the troops he lands somewhere south of -Philadelphia; but we ain’t got much more’n ten thousand men all told.” - -“How many sailed from York?” queried the innkeeper. - -“Nobody knows!” returned Lafe, ruefully. “Them dispatches Had took over -ter Germantown didn’t give the exact figgers. But I’m out this way -sendin’ in all the scatterin’ men that hev’ got guns. There won’t much -happen hereabout until the two armies meet. And, speakin’ about Had,” -added Lafe, suddenly, “I’m wantin’ ter use him, Jonas.” - -“Well,” remarked the innkeeper, with twinkling eyes, “he’s a pretty -valuable boy to me. I have to pay his uncle for him, too.” - -“You’d oughter be called Judas Benson!” declared the Yankee. “You’re a -great feller ter haggle over the price of a ’prentice boy. I’m goin’ -ter send him to the army--it’s at Philadelphia now.” - -“And that means I’ll likely lose a good horse as well as the boy,” -grumbled Jonas. - -“Don’t you think I’ve got anything to say about it myself?” demanded -Hadley of the Yankee. - -“Not much. I’ve got orders for you,” he declared, nodding his head. -“See here.” He drew a battered wallet from his pocket, and in the light -of the innkeeper’s lantern selected a slip of paper from one of the -compartments. This he displayed before the wondering eyes of both Jonas -and Hadley. On the paper was written, in a rather cramped and formal -hand: - - “Send back the boy from the Three Oaks Inn with any message. - “Cadwalader.” - -“Why!” exclaimed the round-eyed innkeeper, “that’s the man who saved -you from the soldiers, Had--Colonel Cadwalader.” - -“I reckon ye’ must ha’ got purty thick with Master Cadwalader, Had,” -said Lafe, tearing the paper into small pieces. “Let me tell yeou he is -in the General’s confidence as much as old Knox, or Colonel Pickering. -I got suthin’ important for yeou to take to headquarters, an’ if -yeou’ve had your supper yeou’d better saddle a hoss an’ git away with -it purty soon. The quicker ye start the sooner ye’ll ketch the army, -for it’s on the move.” - -While he was speaking, Jonas Benson was already leading Black Molly -out of her stall, showing at once that his objections to the boy’s -departure had been but momentary. “He’s had his supper, and he can git -out right now!” he declared. - -But Hadley waited long enough to go into the loft and put on the best -suit of homespun which he possessed, and encased his legs in long -riding boots with a pair of tiny spurs screwed into the heels. There -were no papers to take this time, for Lafe Holdness whispered the -message he had to send into the boy’s attentive ear. “An’ now good luck -to ye!” exclaimed the scout as the youth mounted into the saddle and -Jonas opened the stable door. “Nobody can take nothin’ from ye this -time, but mebbe it’s just as well if yeou dodge all armed men of airy -complection till ye pass Germantown.” - -Black Molly trotted quietly down the inn yard toward the gate. Just -as she was going through this and her rider was about to give her the -rein, he was startled by a soft “S-s-st!” beside him. He turned his -head quickly and drew Molly down to a walk. A shadowy figure stood at -the end of the porch. In an instant Hadley recognized Lillian Knowles, -with a light shawl flung over her head and shoulders, and her hand -outstretched to him. - -[Illustration: A FIGURE STOOD AT THE END OF THE PORCH] - -“Hadley Morris!” she whispered, “if you are carrying anything--anything -you don’t want other folks to see--look out! There are others beside me -who know you are riding toward the ferry to-night.” And then, before he -could reply or express his astonishment at her warning, she disappeared -within the shadow of the porch. He heard the door close softly behind -her, and, after a moment’s hesitation, he started Molly on again and -turned her head toward the distant ferry, wondering if he ought to take -the girl’s words seriously and turn back for reinforcements. - - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - - - THE “DANDY FIFTH’S” LAST TRIUMPH - - A MEMORIAL DAY STORY - - By LAURA ALTON PAYNE - - - “We called them the kid-gloved Dandy Fifth - When we passed them on parade.” - -A sharp, imperative rat-a-tat-tat on the class-room door almost at her -back startled the speaker, Sidney Dallas. She turned for an instant, -but that instant was enough to scatter her wits like chaff before the -wind. She paused--stammered--paused again, then repeated vaguely: - - “We called--we called them the kid-gloved Dandy Fifth - When we passed them on parade. - We called--we called--” - -But the words would not be coaxed back. Her mind was a perfect blank. -She was so confused that she did not see that the visitor who was being -ushered in by Bess Martin, and whose sharp knock had so disconcerted -her, was her own mother. - -A hot flush of shame scorched her face, the crowd of attentive faces -before her began to waver, her knees grew weak, her feet cowardly, but -she made one more brave effort: - -“We called--we called”--she repeated weakly and hurriedly, then stopped -short. - -“But it would not come,” murmured mischievous Ted Scott, lugubriously. -Ted had been crowded to the front seat, which he shared with two other -boys. The boys snickered, and Sidney’s misery was complete. Never -before had she failed in a speech, or realized the humiliation. - -All a-tremble she stepped off the platform, and with scarlet face and -tearful eyes passed down the aisle between the double row of visitors, -whose looks of sympathy her distorted imagination turned into looks -of derision at her distress. But the tears should not fall, and she -would not lower her head. As she reached her seat she caught a look of -amusement on the face of Myrtle Emmons, who sat at the desk immediately -behind her own. It was that that gave her the bit over her runaway -self-possession. Myrtle was somewhat noted for making fun of people. -She would show Myrtle how little she cared. - -Disregarding Myrtle’s nudge, she concentrated her attention upon the -beautifully decorated school-room. It had been transformed into a -veritable bower, not with boughs of pine and cedar as in the Eastern -States, but with fragrant branches of catalpa with their great clusters -of snowy blossoms and with immense sprays of feathery asparagus. The -platform, as well as the teacher’s desk at the back of it, was banked -with potted ferns and palms and flowering plants. The beribboned -waste-basket formed a huge bouquet of feathery greenery, amidst which -tall, graceful sunflowers bowed their golden heads. That artistic touch -was her own, and she gazed at it with pride. Sunflowers and asparagus -adorned the pictures and caught up the folds of the large flag draped -gracefully over the front blackboard, and of the bright bunting -festooned around the walls. - -Flags and sunflowers, sunflowers and flags--a combination so popular -that she should always associate the golden emblem-flower of her -State with the glorious emblem of her country. They had devoted more -time than usual to their decorations, for, the following Monday -being Memorial Day, they had turned their “last day” exercises into -a memorial service. Owing to the naval victory of scarce a month -previous, patriotism was at a white heat, and patriotic selections of -spirit shared the honors with tributes to the dead--both the Blue and -the Gray, sectionalism being forgotten in the new union of the North -and the South. - -But it did not require recent victory to stir Sidney’s enthusiasm; she -was at all times intensely patriotic. As a small child, a mere babe, -she had listened enthralled to her father’s tales of the Civil War, -through many of whose terrible battles he had passed. She invariably -chose patriotic selections to speak. Such a deed as described in the -“Dandy Fifth” made her forget herself. And now, of all times, to fail -to-day! The school were singing softly: - - “Cover them over--yes, cover them over-- - Parent and husband, and brother, and lover: - Crown in your hearts those dead heroes of ours. - And cover them over with beautiful flowers.” - -How she would love to lay a tribute of flowers upon the graves of the -Dandy Fifth’s many dead heroes! And, oh, shame! she had failed to give -them even the tribute of honor due them--failed miserably! - - “Lying so silent by night and by day, - Sleeping the years of their manhood away.” - -That meant the most of the Dandy Fifth. She could see the gaunt, silent -forms, fallen at their posts in that awful hour that “tried men’s -souls.” But theirs stood the test--stood it grandly. - - “Swiftly they rushed to the help of the right, - Firmly they stood in the shock of the fight.” - -Stood firm--firm? Did they not? Why, they made a glorious stand--none -braver in all the war, none more deserving of honor!--and she had left -them with their courage unproven, with the scorn of their comrades -upon them, before they had been given a chance to make their derisive -epithet a name to be proud of for all time. Oh, she could not bear it! -she could not bear it! She must save the honor of the Dandy Fifth. - -The thought was electric. It shocked into full life the resolve already -half formed in her mind. Hastening up to Miss Mason she whispered a -request, which was smilingly granted. With a bright face Sidney hurried -from the room just as the next number was called. She meant to go -home, find the poem, then come back and redeem herself. She had but -three blocks to go, and that distance was covered with flying feet. To -her dismay she found the door locked. Of course, her mother meant to -attend the exercises. No doubt she was in the room all the time, and -had witnessed her failure. But--she must get in. She looked for the -key in its customary hiding-place when all the family were expected -to be absent at once; it was not there. Recent petty thieving in the -neighborhood had probably induced Mrs. Dallas to take the key with her. - -Sidney was dismayed. She rushed from door to door, and from window to -window. All were securely fastened. She sat down on the porch to think -a moment. Perhaps she could get in through an upper window; she had -left her own window, which, fortunately, was over the kitchen, lowered -slightly and the screen unlatched. She could reach the spring through -the opening, lower it still more, then crawl through. Desperation lent -her strength to drag the long, heavy ladder from the barn and to raise -it to the low kitchen roof. A moment later she pattered over the flat -tin roof to the window--only to find further evidence of her mother’s -caution. It was closed and latched. - -Then, in spite of her courageous soul and her fifteen years, Sidney -gave up to a tearful despair for a few minutes. Down upon the tin roof -she sat, huddled close up in the corner, and, bowing her head upon her -knees, wept silent tears of mortification. The thought that she would -have to leave the Dandy Fifth unhonored brought forth the bitterest -drops of all. - -But--they did not give up. Neither would she. Something must be done. -She would go back to the school-house and get the key, come back and -get the book, then return and save the day for the Dandy Fifth if -possible. - -It was a very tired, hot-faced girl that labored up the second flight -of stairs at the school-house. As she paused for breath a moment in the -upper hall she heard Rob Ellison stentoriously depicting “Sheridan’s -Ride.” In the room across the hall the “Fifth Graders” were singing -“Sherman’s March to the Sea,” and farther on the “Sixths” were sending -out a vigorous chorus of the “Star-Spangled Banner.” Passing into the -library, a small room just across the hall, she sat down to cool off, -and at the same time to work up sufficient courage to face the crowded -room in search of her mother. She didn’t want to disconcert another -speaker by knocking on the door in order to call her mother out. She -glanced around the room. Right there in that corner was where she stood -when she rehearsed the “Dandy Fifth” to the elocution teacher. - -Mechanically Sidney placed herself in the accustomed position, and -half unconsciously began to recite the poem in a low tone. To her -amazement and delight she went through it without a break. Whether -it was the effect of association, or whether her recreant memory had -suddenly chosen to return, she neither questioned nor cared, she was so -overjoyed. She tried it again, then a third time, all unconscious of -an interested listener beyond the closed door--Prof. Marlow, who stood -there smiling to himself as the speaker’s voice rose higher and higher -with returning confidence. - -As Sidney finished with a triumphant flourish, he clapped his hands -softly, then opened the door to remark smilingly. “Well done, Miss -Sidney. Now, rally to the charge again, and march on to victory.” - -Sidney blushed: she knew he had witnessed her failure. She felt that -explanations were in order. - -Prof. Marlow held up a warning finger. “At the eleventh hour, Miss -Sidney,” he said, with a smile. - -“It’s the twelfth hour that tells,” she retorted merrily, and passed -into the school-room. Prof. Marlow followed her. He was curious to see -how such a plucky effort would turn out. - -Sidney was met with many swift glances as she entered, but her radiant -face showed no trace of her recent failure. A few moments later she -again faced the many expectant eyes, now no longer dreaded. No sudden -rat-a-tat-tat could scatter her wits again--no, not even a cannon’s -roar, for the Dandy Fifth’s honor was at stake. The audience greeted -her enthusiastically. It is human nature to admire courage even in -small things. Self was forgotten; every thought and feeling was centred -on the subject in hand--that famous regiment of young aristocrats, men -who knew not toil, who had never suffered want or endured hardship, -whose fastidiousness fastened upon them the scornful epithet, “The -Dandy Fifth.” - -Her listeners saw it all: the old fort “somewhere down on the Rapidan” -that the Dandy Fifth was ordered to hold; the fierce onslaught of the -enemy along the whole line; the raging of battle day after day; how -gloriously the old fort, the “key of the whole line,” on which hung -the fate of the whole army, was held by the Dandy Fifth against all -odds--a brave, determined foe without and starvation within. The water -gave out; they fought on. Another day, and their rations were gone; -they fought on. One by one, they sank to “rest where they wearied -and lie where they fell.” A third day of fierce siege--a fourth, -then reinforcements fought their way through, inch by inch, to the -beleaguered men. And what a sight met their gaze!--a few gaunt-eyed -men behind the guns, and many, many more lying as they fell, in the -stupor of famine or ghastly and rigid in death. But the old flag -floated still!--and the “kid-gloved Dandy Fifth” had proved that white -hands are not incompatible with brave hearts. How their old comrades -cheered!--and cheered! And how proud they were to clasp those brave, -emaciated white hands! - -Sidney’s little head might well have been turned by praise had it been -that kind of a head, she received so many words of commendation. -Ted Scott led the applause, and it was his hands that gave the final -appreciative clap. Even Myrtle Emmons congratulated her. “It was grand, -Sid,” she said, earnestly. “But how could you ever do it after breaking -down once? I never could, and I always break down. I was awfully sorry -for you, for, you see, I know how it goes. But, say, Sid! I thought I -couldn’t help laughing as you came down the aisle; old Mrs. Perkins -stalked along right behind you, her battered bonnet over one ear as -usual, and that ancient, solitary, stiff, bedraggled, black feather -sticking straight up. I always have to laugh when I see it, though, of -course, I oughtn’t.” - -“So do I,” returned Sidney, with sudden cordiality. So she had -misjudged Myrtle, after all. - -“But how could you do it?” persisted Myrtle. - -Then out came the whole story, even to the tears, and they had a merry -time over it. - -“And to think that I was the cause of it,” laughed Mrs. Dallas. “But I -am glad my little girl was brave enough to turn defeat into victory.” - -“I don’t think it was really I, mamma,” said Sidney, slowly and -thoughtfully. “It was the Dandy Fifth.” - - - - -TO MAY - - - Though many suns have risen and set - Since thou, blithe May, wert born, - And bards, who hail’d thee, may forget - Thy gifts, thy beauty scorn; - There are who to a birthday strain - Confine not harp and voice, - But evermore throughout thy reign - Are grateful and rejoice! - - Delicious odors! music sweet, - Too sweet to pass away! - O, for a deathless song to meet - The soul’s desire,--a lay - That, when a thousand years are told, - Should praise thee, genial Power! - Through summer heat, autumnal cold, - And Winter’s dreariest hour. - - Season of fancy and of hope, - Permit not for one hour - A blossom from thy crown to drop, - Nor add to it a flower! - Keep, lovely May, as if by touch - Of self-restraining art, - This modest charm of not too much, - Part seen, imagined part. - - --_Wordsworth._ - - - - - LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS - - BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD - - - CHAPTER VI - - A TRYING AFTERNOON - - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - Polly Prentiss is an orphan who, for the greater part of her life, has - lived 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 and keep her - for a month’s trial. In the foregoing chapters, Polly has arrived at - her new home, and the great difference between the way of living at - Pomeroy Oaks and her past life affords her much food for wonderment. - -“So you like your new friends, my dear,” said Miss Hetty. “They must be -banished to the shed now for their dinner while you and I eat ours. Do -you hear Arctura’s signal to us?” - -There came a sound unlike anything Polly had ever heard; it was not -exactly a bell; she couldn’t imagine what it was. Miss Hetty held out -her hand with a smile, and Polly, still with Snip and Snap on her -shoulders, was led out of the library, across the porch hall to a big, -sunny dining-room. On the table, at Miss Hetty’s place, stood a strange -thing with three bronze cups upside down, a little one highest up, one -somewhat larger under it, and one still larger at the bottom; at least -that was the way it looked to Polly. - -Arctura stood close to it with a little stick in her hand; she struck -the bronze cups as Polly looked at her, and again the musical sound was -heard. - -“There, I reckoned you’d never heard anything like that!” said Arctura -as she beamed on Polly, and then took the kittens from the little -girl’s shoulders. “That’s a heathen invention, called a gong, brought -to Miss Pomeroy by her Uncle Pete. I hope you’ll relish your food; I’ve -got no time to sit down now,” said Arctura, and bearing Snip and Snap -in her arms she marched out of a doorway through which there was a -glimpse of the kitchen. - -Arctura Green had never sat at the table with Miss Pomeroy in all the -years of her faithful service, but it was understood to be purely a -matter of choice on her part, and a few words were spoken now and then -to make this state of affairs clear to any chance visitor. - -Polly ate her steak and potato and fresh bread and butter, sitting -opposite Miss Pomeroy, and only speaking in answer to questions. -She looked at the spotless white table-cloth with its rose and fern -pattern, at the shining glass tumblers, and the big glass water bottle, -at the fat silver tea-pot and sugar-bowl, and the slender spoons and -forks, at the knives, with mother-of-pearl handles, at the white plates -with dull blue figures that matched those on the platter, and at the -big bread plate with its gold rim. Then she looked at the buffet on -which there were all sorts of shining things. - -“It is because everything is so wonderful in the house that they like -to stay here better than out-doors,” thought Polly, but in spite of -everything her eyes turned wistfully to the window. The sunshine -flickered and danced among the branches of the Pomeroy oaks, and Polly -gave a half sigh as she looked at it. - -“Don’t you like your pudding, my dear?” asked Miss Hetty, and the -little girl turned quickly to her dinner again. - -After dinner she followed Miss Pomeroy up the broad, shallow front -stairs to the pretty room which had been prepared for her. It -had a white bed, a white bureau, a white wash-stand, two little -straight-backed white chairs, and a white rocking-chair. A pink stripe -ran through the white near the edges of all these pieces of furniture, -and Polly thought it was the most beautiful bed-room that could -possibly be imagined. - -“And here is your closet,” said Miss Hetty, as she opened a door, and -showed what seemed to Polly like a good-sized room, with shelves and -hooks. On the lowest shelf sat the big black enamel cloth bag, looking -old and forlorn. - -“Now, you’d better take out your things and put them away in the closet -and the bureau, Mary,” said Miss Hetty, “and perhaps you’d like to lie -down and rest awhile; I am going to take my nap now. When you wish to -go downstairs you may, but I wouldn’t run out to-day, for the ground is -so damp. I dare say you’ll find plenty to amuse you in the house, and -you are free to go anywhere. I’m sure I can trust such a careful, quiet -little girl as you are.” - -When the door that led into Miss Pomeroy’s room across the hall was -fairly shut, Polly executed a silent dance on the soft gray and pink -carpet. - -“I guess Mrs. Manser’d think I was doing pretty well,” said Polly, -thrilling with pride. “I never was called ‘quiet’ or ‘careful’ before. -She’d hardly believe it. I must be growing like Eleanor pretty fast. As -soon as I’ve put away my things I shall lie right down on that bed. I -wonder how long I ought to stay on it. I suppose most probably Eleanor -would stay till she heard her aunt getting up; that’s what I’ll do. -Mrs. Manser said most likely Miss Pomeroy would give me tests. I shall -lie on that bed till I hear Miss Pomeroy if its--two hours,” said -Polly, firmly, mentioning the longest space of time which she could -conceive might be spent in sleeping by daylight. - -Then Polly took the big bag out of the closet and proceeded to unpack -it. There was her other new gingham frock on top of everything else; -it had blue and white stripes, and was very pretty, Polly thought, as -she laid it carefully away in the lowest of the four bureau drawers. -Then came her little brown cashmere frock, made over from one which -had done service for six years as Mrs. Manser’s Sunday gown; it was -Polly’s Sunday best now, very brave with a little red piping around the -neck and sleeves, and at the head of the ruffle. This Polly hung in the -closet. - -In the closet, too, went a very old and much-mended red frock which -was always nearly hidden by long-sleeved and high-necked aprons. There -were four of these, and two more new ones without sleeves. Polly was so -small that there had been plenty of room in the big bag for all these -things and for the little store of underclothes which went into the -third drawer. The aprons had the second drawer to themselves, and in -the top drawer there were Polly’s small handkerchiefs and one pair of -little white cotton gloves, freshly washed. - -Polly took the bag back to the closet after removing the very last -thing, her work basket, which she put on the bureau, beside the fat -pincushion. Looking at this cushion reminded her of hidden treasures, -and diving into her petticoat pocket she brought forth Aunty Peebles’s -gift, and then the knife; these Polly placed on a table, which stood -near one of the two windows. Then, after looking about the room for a -moment with an air of much satisfaction, Polly slipped off her little -shoes, and folding her shawl about her shoulders after the manner of -Mrs. Ramsdell when ready for a nap, she turned back the white quilt, -and climbing sedately up on the bed, laid her head on the pillow and -clasped her little hands. - -“I don’t feel sleepy,” said Polly, “but that doesn’t make any -difference. I’ve got plenty of things to think of. Perhaps Eleanor -didn’t always go to sleep. There are all those leaks in Manser -farm--they’ll get mended if I’m adopted. And this is a beautiful place, -and I’m not going to be lonesome, a great girl like me, if ’tis pretty -still here. I wonder what Miss Arctura Green is doing: and those -kitties, I wonder where they are.” - -An hour or so later Miss Hetty held a consultation with Arctura in the -kitchen. - -“I came down the back way so I should not wake that child,” said Miss -Pomeroy. “She hasn’t stirred since she lay down, I verily believe. Do -you think it’s natural for a little girl of her age to sleep nearly two -hours at this time of day?” - -“Why, you see we don’t either of us know much about children,” said -Arctura, meditatively. “She looks pretty strong, but I notice her -appetite’s nothing extra, and probably she’s all excited up and tired -out. Seems to me, though, if she don’t stir by the end of another half -hour I should kind of make a noise in my room if I was in your place, -and wake her up gradual.” - -At the end of another half-hour Miss Pomeroy opened and shut a window -in her room with vigor, and when she stepped across the hall to Polly’s -room, the little girl was putting on her shoes. - -“Well, well,” said Miss Pomeroy, “you’ve had a nice, long nap. You -shall take one every day, my dear, if you like; I’ve no doubt it will -do you good.” - -“Yes’m,” said Polly meekly, with a faint little smile. - -“I don’t know as I shall let you sleep quite so long, always,” said -Miss Hetty, briskly, “for fear you won’t rest so well at night: but -we’ll see.” - -“Yes’m,” said Polly again; and Miss Pomeroy never suspected that those -two hours on the bed had seemed like weeks to her little guest. - - - CHAPTER VII - - THE FIRST MORNING - -Polly slept soundly that night in her little white bed, and woke to see -the sun peeping in at her between the snowy curtains of her east window. - -“Dear me!” cried Polly. “I ought to be downstairs helping Mrs. Manser -this very minute!” Then she clapped her little hands over her mouth and -lay very still, remembering where she was, and that Mrs. Manser and -all her old friends were nearly seven miles away, on Maple Hill. - -“I believe I’d better not think about them just now,” said Polly, -winking fast, as she got out of bed. “Someway it makes me feel as if -I wanted to swallow every minute. Maybe I can do something for Miss -Arctura Green if I hurry and get dressed.” - -But when she stole softly downstairs, wearing the old red frock covered -with one of her new white aprons, Polly stopped for a minute to look up -at the tall clock. Near the clock was a high-backed chair, and as Polly -heard Arctura’s voice and a strange one, she sat down in the chair to -wait until Miss Green’s visitor departed. She was sitting there when -Miss Pomeroy’s door opened, and down she came over the stairs. - -“So you’re up before me, Mary,” said the mistress of the house as she -held out her hand to the little girl. Polly took the kind hand and -shook it vigorously up and down as she had seen grown people do. “For -she doesn’t want to kiss me, of course,” thought Polly, wistfully, -remembering Mrs. Ramsdell and dear Grandma Manser. “I expect grand -people like her don’t kiss little girls much.” - -“I thought,” said Polly, when the ceremony was over, “that maybe I -could help Miss Arctura set the table for breakfast, but I heard her -talking to somebody at the porch door, so I sat down here to wait.” - -Just then the door into the hall from the library burst open and -Arctura appeared with a much vexed expression on her flushed face. - -“Morning, both,” she said, abruptly. “There, I knew you’d be down and -waiting! ’Twas old Jane Hackett kep’ me; she’s come spying out the land -already. I didn’t let her into the hall for fear she’d abide with us -all day.” - -“S--h, Arctura!” said Miss Pomeroy, gravely, though her lips seemed -inclined to twitch a little. “How is Mrs. Hackett’s rheumatism to-day?” - -“Thinks there’s a spell coming on, I believe,” said Arctura, looking -rather crestfallen. “Breakfast’s ready, all but the griddle-cakes; I -can’t sit down with you, for I’ve got them to fry.” - -After breakfast, Miss Pomeroy sent Polly out on the broad piazza that -ran across the front of the house and the west side, to play with the -kittens. - -“I have some plans to talk over with Arctura,” said she, “and then I -want a little talk with you before I start my letter-writing. Don’t -step off the piazza, for the grass is very wet. It rained in the night, -and I don’t wish my guest to take cold,” said Miss Pomeroy, with her -pleasant smile. - -“I presume,” said Polly to Snip and Snap, as she dangled a string -alluringly just above their reach, and watched their wild jumps into -the air, “Miss Pomeroy is going to speak to me about my top apron -button not being buttoned; but I didn’t forget it till she came down. -I was going to ask Miss Arctura Green to fasten it for me. Probably -Eleanor had long arms that could reach; I expect she did. Don’t you -catch the bottom of this dress, mister,” said Polly, uplifting a -warning finger at Snap, whose attitude certainly justified firm, quick -measures, “for it’s just as tender!” - -Meanwhile Miss Pomeroy and Arctura were having another consultation in -the kitchen. - -“I don’t know just what to plan about little Mary,” said Miss Hetty, -doubtfully. “You see, I want to find out what she likes best to do, so -that I can tell what kind of a child she is. I want her to act her own -nature, but, of course, I must suggest things and ask some questions, -for she’s very shy.” - -“M--m,” said Arctura, thoughtfully, “she handles her knife and fork -real pretty. I noticed it as I was in and out the two meals, yesterday -and to-day. You’d know she come of good folks, and I must say that -Manser woman’s brought her up well, though she’s a hatchet-faced piece, -if ever I saw one, and given to nagging, if I’m any judge. Supposing -you should ride off to the village without Mary this morning and let me -visit with her a little mite. She’s full as used to kitchens as she is -to parlors, I expect.” - -“I believe that would be an excellent idea,” said Miss Pomeroy. -“Arctura, you are a very sensible woman.” - -“Sho!” said Arctura but she turned quickly to the sink to hide a smile -of gratification. - -“Now, Mary, you and I will have our little talk,” said Miss Pomeroy, a -few minutes later, and then to Polly’s great amazement, she sat down in -one of the big piazza chairs, and drew the child into her lap. - -“I didn’t mean to forget that top-button,” said Polly, bravely, “but -you came downstairs sooner than I expected, and I can’t quite reach it, -so I was going to ask Miss Arctura to fasten it for me. I’m sorry I was -an untidy girl; ’tisn’t Mrs. Manser’s fault; she spoke to me and spoke -to me about my careless habits.” - -“I’ve no doubt she did,” said Miss Hetty, dryly; “I presume she’d speak -to me about my placket-hook that’s generally undone.” As she said this -she buttoned Polly’s apron and gave her a pat which warmed the little -girl’s heart; and then Miss Hetty held her in such a way that Polly -could not see the kind, grave face. - -“Now, my dear,” she said, slowly, “I suppose Mrs. Manser may have told -you that I had a little niece of whom you remind me.” Polly nodded -her head, and scarcely breathed. “I asked Mrs. Manser to let me have -you for at least a month,” said Miss Pomeroy, unsteadily, “to see--to -see if perhaps we might decide to be together as long as I live, my -dear. If you are as like my little Eleanor as I think you may be, in -many ways,” said Miss Hetty, after a pause during which Polly sat very -still, “I shall not be able to let you go, I am sure. I’m growing old, -Mary, and I need somebody to help me forget it. Eleanor would have done -it, I know, though I had not seen her often enough for her to care a -great deal about me, I’m--” - -Polly turned quickly around as the voice faltered and stopped. She laid -her soft cheek against Miss Pomeroy’s with a little cry of sympathy. - -“I will be just as like Eleanor as ever I can,” said Polly, earnestly, -“and I will love you every minute, and try to do everything you want.” - -“I want you to have a good time,” said Miss Pomeroy, patting the brown -curls. “We are old-fashioned people here, and you may find it very dull -and quiet, my dear.” - -“I shall like it very, very much,” said Polly, stoutly, and to herself -she said, “There! you can help Miss Pomeroy as well as the poor-farm -folks, Polly Prentiss, and if you didn’t do it, you’d be as selfish as -old Redtop!” Redtop was a rooster, resident at Manser farm, whose greed -and ugliness were by-words in the place of his abode. - -“Now I must go to my letter-writing,” said Miss Pomeroy, briskly, after -a few moments’ silence. She had stroked Polly’s curls, with a far-away -expression, and then had given her a sudden kiss and set her down on -the piazza floor. “I’m obliged to do a good many errands to-day, and -I think perhaps I’d better not take you, though I should, generally. -Suppose you run out to the kitchen and see if you can help Arctura in -any way.” - - - CHAPTER VIII - - A LITTLE COOK - -Half an hour later, anyone who looked in at the windows of the Pomeroy -kitchen would have seen a pretty sight. Polly, mounted on a stool, was -beating a golden mixture in a white bowl, and Arctura, at the opposite -end of the long table, was stirring whites of eggs carefully into a -white batter in a yellow bowl. - -[Illustration: POLLY WAS BEATING A GOLDEN MIXTURE IN A BIG WHITE BOWL] - -“This is what I call solid comfort,” said Arctura, gayly. “I don’t know -when I’ve had such a helper as you are! Miss Hetty’s without the gift -when it comes to cooking. You wouldn’t believe it, but she’d be just as -likely to put the eggs right in after the butter, without beating ’em -separate, as any other way. Ain’t it singular?” - -“I expect she writes beautiful letters, Miss Arctura,” said Polly, -loyally evading the discussion of Miss Pomeroy’s weak point. - -“My, I guess she does!” said Arctura, heartily. “That’s it; we’ve all -got different talents. Hiram says he’d full as soon see me with a -pistol pointed at him as with a pen in my hand. The only way I ever -wrote a letter was by main strength, and I’d rather take a whipping any -time.” - -“I guess it would be pretty hard work for anybody to whip you,” said -Polly, shrewdly, and Arctura laughed with much relish. - -“’Twould now-a-days,” she said, as she gave the final stir to her -batter, “but I’ve been whipped in my time. I didn’t get my growth all -at once, you see. Is your cake ready for the pans? You wait till I show -you the cunning little brush I’m going to butter the tins with. I’ll -let you do yours next time, after I’ve once showed you how. You can’t -slight the edges or any spot, if you want the cakes to slip out right.” - -When the heat of the oven had been tested and the little round tins had -been put in and the oven doors shut on them, Arctura selected a stout -testing straw from a pile on a high shelf above the kitchen sink and -seated herself, holding the straw erect in her hand like a tiny weapon. - -“I always take this time for a breathing spell,” she announced, -motioning Polly to another chair, “for if I start in on a fresh job, -those cakes more’n likely’ll get burned; it only takes twenty-five -minutes to bake ’em to the queen’s taste.” - -“Yes’m,” said Polly; then she looked eagerly over at Arctura. “Did you -ever see little Eleanor?” she asked, breathlessly. - -“No, never,” said Arctura, and Polly felt a throb of disappointment. -“You see, Square Pomeroy didn’t depart this life till a year ago last -December, and he was kind of queer,” Arctura tapped her forehead -significantly, “the last few years, and ’twasn’t a cheerful place to -bring a child. And he’d hardly let his daughter out of his sight. About -once in six months I’d send her off to Shelby to see the twins for two -or three days, but I was always put to it to keep the Square satisfied -till she got back.” - -“Was he cross?” asked Polly. - -“Not to say cross,” replied Arctura, slowly, “but terrible decided and -unreasonable. Miss Hetty’s had her trials, and so’ve I; money isn’t -all.” - -“No’m,” said Polly, soberly, “but it does a great many things, Miss -Arctura. Did you know how poor this town is? Manser farm leaks in -places, and the paint is all gone, and the ceilings drop sometimes, -pieces of them, I mean. But the town is too poor to help fix any of -those things. Uncle Sam Blodgett and Father Manser would shingle the -roof quick enough, though they aren’t as spry as once they were, if -only they could set eyes on the shingles,” said Polly, quoting freely -from her old friends. - -“It’s a stingy town, I’m afraid,” said Arctura, shaking her head. “The -Square was the most liberal man in it, and Miss Hetty follows right -on, but most of the purse strings are drawn pretty close. Sometime -I’ll tell you a little story about the Square and me when I was your -age; you remind me to relate it to you. We haven’t got time now,” she -said, glancing at the clock, “for those cakes have got to come out in a -minute, and then I’ll have to fly around; dinner time always gains on -me, someway.” - -“Do you know anything special I could do to please Miss Pomeroy?” asked -Polly, wistfully. “She’s being so good to me.” - -“Let’s see,” said Arctura, meditatively. “Why, of course, she wants you -to enjoy yourself. I expect she’d be pleased to see you take notice -of things like the old shells and so on, and there’s the books; Bobby -admired to read, and she always said Eleanor was quite a hand for -stories, too. And you could go to walk with her, pleasant days, same as -Bobby did last winter. And she’d be glad to see you relish your food.” - -“Oh, I do, Miss Arctura,” cried Polly. “I do, every single bite I take!” - -“Well now, that’s good news,” said Miss Green, comfortably. “I can’t -think of anything else; you do all right so far as I know. I wouldn’t -worry, but just do my best every day as things come along. Now we’ll -take a look at those cakes.” - -“She didn’t say a word about playing or running round,” thought Polly, -as Arctura rose to open the oven doors; “of course, she thinks I’m too -big now for those things, just as Mrs. Manser said. There’s a girl in -the village that’s most twelve, and she plays with a dolly, for I’ve -seen her. But she belonged to somebody, and that’s different, I guess, -from when you’re going to be adopted.” - -Polly’s lips seemed inclined to quiver for a moment, but then her -cakes--the dozen golden brown cakes--were lifted from the oven and set -on the table, and in the rush of delight, at seeing the delicate tops -puffed up above the edges of the tins, the quiver changed to a smile. - -“Arctura says you are a born cook,” said Miss Pomeroy at dinner time, -“and she has requested the pleasure of your company tomorrow morning -when she makes the pies.” - -Polly dimpled with pleasure; she was eating steadily, just as much as -she could. Miss Pomeroy noticed her increased appetite with agreeable -surprise. - -“Miss Arctura was very, very kind to me,” said the little girl, -sedately, “and I had a beautiful time, and Miss Arctura said if the -minister--the supply minister, that’s nothing more or less than a -bashful boy, according to her ideas--came to dinner Sunday, she should -set four of my cakes along with four of hers on the table for dessert -with the pudding.” - -Miss Pomeroy suppressed an inclination to laugh, and told Polly she had -understood from Arctura that the cakes were a great success. - -“But the minister is not a boy, my dear,” she added; “you must not -always take what Arctura says word for word. She used to call me her -little girl until I was more than thirty years old.” - -Then Miss Pomeroy and Polly had a laugh together, though Polly could -not help feeling that Arctura was very brave indeed ever to have called -the tall mistress of Pomeroy Oaks her little girl. - -After dinner came the two naps, or at least Miss Pomeroy’s nap and -Polly’s hour on the bed. Yesterday’s experience had taught Polly that -an hour’s nap would be considered enough for her, so at the end of that -time she got off the bed softly, and after making herself tidy for the -rest of the day, she stole softly downstairs. It was a mild afternoon, -and the big front door had been half opened so that the spring air -might blow through the screen. - -“Of course, if she asks me if I’ve been asleep, I shall have to say -no,” said Polly, looking a little bit troubled as she stood at the -door, “but I don’t believe she will ask me. Of course, big girls that -want to be adopted can learn to go to sleep in the day-time, just as -grand grown-up folks do, and I shall learn as soon as ever I can.” - -Polly stepped out on the piazza and walked softly up and down, sniffing -the air, and thinking how little fear she would have had of the damp -ground if she could have run out barefoot as she did so often at Manser -farm: and she gave a little sigh as she looked down at the shiny shoes -Miss Pomeroy had brought home for her that morning. But Snip and Snap -came racing up on the piazza from somewhere, ready for a frolic, and -Polly did not disappoint them. - -Arctura appeared on the kitchen porch, collecting the milk pans that -had been sunning all day, and snapped her fingers to attract Polly’s -attention. - -“Look here,” she called, “my brother, Hiram, is feeling real neglected -because you haven’t been nigh the barn since you came. Can’t you step -out and visit with him for a spell now? I’ll call you whenever Miss -Hetty wants you.” - -Polly needed no second invitation. She was ready to go wherever anyone -wished, but, above all things, she had longed to see the barn, with -Daisy in it; and Hiram reminded her in some way of Uncle Sam Blodgett, -though she could not have told just how. Certainly the two men did not -look alike, for Uncle Blodgett was lean and wiry, with a long, thin, -nervous face, while Hiram was stout and ruddy, and never in a hurry -about anything. - - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - - WOOD-FOLK TALK - - By J. ALLISON ATWOOD - - -BOBOLINK AND THE STRANGER - -Has it ever seemed strange to you why Bobolink should have two suits of -feathers so entirely different? Why, when he comes to us in the spring, -should he wear a beautiful black and white costume, and in the fall -put on his modest plumage of brown? It was not always so. The time was -when Bobolink wore his best spring plumage all year round; but that, -of course, was before his quarrel with Rough-leg. Rough-leg was one of -the hawk family and was really the most agreeable of them. He had never -been known to disturb the birds, but made his entire living by catching -mice. No wonder, then, that he was greatly provoked when, after he had -watched patiently for two hours in the hot sun with the vain hope of -catching Meadow-mouse, he learned that the latter had been warned by -Bobolink. Although generally good-natured, Rough-leg had a temper and -he was very angry at Bobolink for poking his bill into other folks’ -affairs. He was even heard to threaten to dine upon Bobolink instead of -Meadow-mouse. - -This, of course, was alarming news to Bobolink, yet he never regretted -saving Meadow-mouse, who had been one of his old neighbors for years. -Nevertheless, he was greatly worried at the threat and went South to -his winter home earlier than usual that year, for fear that Rough-leg -would catch him. - -The next spring when he reached the Great Meadows again Bobolink -supposed that the whole matter had been forgotten. But no. There, on -exactly the same limb of the tall poplar, as if he had been waiting -all winter, sat Rough-leg. Bobolink was so frightened that he did not -stop at the Meadows, as had been his custom, but went straight North -many miles even past his summer home. Rough-leg had kept his eyes shut -and pretended not to see Bobolink when he arrived on the Meadows, but -in reality he was only waiting for a good chance to get his claws upon -him. So, of course, his disappointment was great when he opened his -eyes, to find that Bobolink had gone. Somehow this only made him more -determined, and he resolved to catch Bobolink if it took a year. To a -bird a year is a very long time. Rough-leg knew that Bobolink would -have to stop at the Great Meadow on his way south in the autumn, for -there he must get his food supply. Rough-leg would wait for him. His -feathers puffed out and his eyes blazed as he thought of revenge. - -At length the hot summer drew to a close, and Bobolink bethought -himself of going South, for, of course, he could not remain where he -was all winter. But he shuddered as he thought of Rough-leg. He must -stop at the Great Meadows else he could get no food until he reached -the rice lands. - -It would soon begin to get cold, and already the birds around him were -leaving. They seemed to enjoy the fact that he could not follow. That -mischievous little imp, Maryland Yellow-throat, especially took the -greatest delight in peeping out from his brier thicket and then calling -in his shrill voice, “Wintery, Wintery, Wintery,” just for the fun of -seeing Bobolink look round anxiously at the falling leaves. - -And now Blackbird, usually among the last, was ready to go and would -soon be feeding lavishly on the reed seeds. They would not last long. -Bobolink was at his wit’s end. Then, as from the top of a reed he -looked wistfully at the dusky form of departing Song Sparrow, an idea -occurred to him. - -That afternoon he disappeared. He was not seen on the next day nor -the next. At the end of the third day a very strange-looking bird -might have been seen hopping about in the thicket which Bobolink -had occupied. This newcomer was a modest fellow. He wore a plain, -brown coat without a trace of the tall, white collar such as adorned -Bobolink; and he talked very little. Indeed, his only note seemed to -be a dull, little chirp which no one understood. While folks in the -north country were beginning to wonder who this new comer could be, he, -too, disappeared. A little later the birds of the Great Meadow were -surprised to see what to them was a very odd-looking traveler. He was -no other than the brown stranger who had just left the north country. -No one remembered to have seen him before. - -Rough-leg, who from his high lookout kept his eyes open for Bobolink, -saw the newcomer, but the modest plumage awakened little interest -in his mind. Blackbird, who always fed near the stranger, kept up a -sociable chat all the time, but he was unable to learn anything of -the other’s history. Indeed the latter, although polite, paid little -attention to his neighbors but went on busily about his food. He soon -became quite stout. - -The fall had nearly passed. All the birds except Rough-leg, Blackbird, -and the stranger had gone South. The leaves had fallen and the reeds -turned to brown fagots. Rough-leg still kept up his weary look-out. -Occasionally he would launch himself from the now leafless poplar and -circle over the Meadows. The brown bird would bolt up nervously from -his feeding ground and Blackbird, thinking that it was he who had -disturbed him would flutter overhead, calling out heartily, “Don’t -mind me-e-e! Don’t mind me-e-e!” But in spite of Blackbird’s cheer the -stranger would start up every time Rough-leg’s shadow passed over the -meadow. But one day when the autumn wind murmured through the dry reeds -the brown bird had flown. A day later Blackbird followed. - -Old Rough-leg still keeps up his watch. Every little while you can see -him launch out from the great poplar and circle above the Meadows as if -perchance Bobolink might be hiding among the reeds. But his search is -vain. Often, however, he sees the brown stranger, whom folks have since -named Reed Bird, but as he sails back to his favorite perch, he vainly -wonders what has become of Bobolink in his beautiful coat of black and -white. - -Perhaps he would wonder still more if he knew that, although they -pass to and fro with each year’s migration, Bobolink and Reed Bird -have never met. Couldn’t the reader explain something of this to old -Rough-leg? - - * * * * * - - “The good are better made by ill, - As odors crushed are sweeter still.” - - --_Rogers._ - - - - - A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST - - By Evelyn Raymond - - - CHAPTER VII - - A Woodland Menagerie - - SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - Brought up in the forests of northern Maine, and seeing few persons - excepting her uncle and Angelique, the Indian housekeeper, Margot - Romeyn knows little of life beyond the deep hemlocks. Naturally - observant, she is encouraged in her out-of-door studies by her uncle, - at one time a college professor. Through her woodland instincts, 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. To Margot the new friend is a welcome addition - to her small circle of acquaintances, and after his rapid recovery - she takes great delight in showing him the many wonders of the forest - about her home. - - * * * * * - -“Hoo-ah! Yo-ho! H-e-r-e! This way!” - -Adrian followed the voice. It led him aside into the woods on the -eastern slope, and it was accompanied by an indescribable babel of -noises. Running water, screaming of wild fowl, cooing of pigeons, -barking of dogs or some other beasts, cackling, chattering, laughter. - -All the sounds of wild life ceased suddenly in the tree-tops as Adrian -approached, recognizing and fearing his alien presence. But they were -reassured by Margot’s familiar summons, and soon the menagerie he had -suspected was gathered about her. - -“Whew! it just rains squirrels--and chipmunks--and birds! Hello! that’s -a fawn; that’s a fox! as sure as I’m alive, a magnificent red fox! Why -isn’t he eating the whole outfit? And--hurrah!” - -To the amazement of the watcher, there came from the depths of the -woods a sound that always thrills the pulses of any hunter--the cry -of a moose-calf, accompanied by a soft crashing of branches, growing -gradually louder. - -“So they tame even the moose--these wonderful people! What next!” -and as Adrian leaned forward the better to watch the advance of -this uncommon pet, the next concerning which he had speculated also -approached. Slowly up the river bank stalked a pair of blue herons, and -for them Margot had her warmest welcome. - -“Heigho, Xanthippé, Socrates! What laggards! But here’s your breakfast, -or one of them. I suppose you’ve eaten the other long ago. Indeed, -you’re always eating, gourmands!” - -The red fox eyed the new-comers with a longing eye and crept cautiously -to his mistress’ side as she coaxed the herons nearer. But she was -always prepared for any outbreak of nature among her forest friends, -and drew him also close to her with the caressing touch she might have -bestowed upon a beloved house-dog. - -“Reynard, you beauty! your head in my lap, sir;” and dropping to a -sitting posture, she forced him to obey her. There he lay, winking but -alert, which she scattered her store of good things right and left. -There were nuts for the squirrels and ’munks, grains and seeds for -the winged creatures, and for the herons, as well as Reynard, a few -bits of dried meat. But for Browser, the moose-calf, she pulled the -tender twigs and foliage with a lavish hand. When she had given some -dainty to each of her oddly-assorted pets, she sprang up, closed the -box, and waved her arms in dismissal. The more timid of the creatures -obeyed her, but some held their ground persistently, hoping for greater -favors. To these she paid no further attention, and still keeping hold -of Reynard’s neck, started back to her human guest. - -The fox, however, declined to accompany her. He distrusted strangers, -and, it may be, had designs of his own upon some other forest wilding. - -“That’s the worst of it. We tame them and they love us. But they are -only conquered, not changed. Isn’t Reynard beautiful? Doesn’t he look -noble? as noble as a St. Bernard dog? If you’ll believe me, that fellow -is thoroughly acquainted with every one of Angelique’s fowls, and knows -he must never, never touch them. Yet he’d eat one, quick as a flash, if -he got a chance. He’s a coward, though; and by his cowardice we manage -him. Sometimes,” sighed Margot, who had led the way into a little path -toward the lake. - -“How odd! You seem actually grieved at this state of things.” - -“Why shouldn’t I be? I love him, and I have a notion that love will do -anything with anybody or anything. I do believe it will, but that I -haven’t found just the right way of showing it. Uncle laughs at me, a -little, but helps me all he can. Indeed, it is he who has tamed most of -our pets. He says it is the very best way to study natural history.” - -“H-m-m! He intends your education shall be complete!” - -“Of course. But one thing troubles him. He cannot teach me music. -And you seem surprised. Aren’t girls, where you come from, educated? -Doesn’t everybody prize knowledge?” - -“That depends. Our girls are educated, of course. They go to college -and all that, but I think you’d down any of them in exams. For my own -part, I ran away just because I did not want this famous ‘education’ -you value. That is, I didn’t of a certain sort. I wasn’t fair with you -awhile ago, you said. I’d like to tell you my story now.” - -“I’d like to hear it, of course. But, look yonder! Did you ever see -anything like that?” - -Margot was proud of the surprises she was able to offer this stranger -in her woods, and pointed outward over the lake. They had just come to -an open place on the shore and the water spread before them, sparkling -in the sunlight. Something was crossing the smooth surface, heading -straight for their island, and of a nature to make Adrian cry out: - -“Oh! for a gun!” - - - VIII - - KING MADOC - -“If you had one you should not use it! Are you a dreadful hunter?” - -Margot had turned upon her guest with a defiant fear. As near as she -had ever come to hating anything she hated the men, of whom she had -heard, who used this wonderful northland as a murder ground. That was -what she named it in her uncompromising judgment of those who killed -for the sake of killing, for the lust of blood that was in them. - -“Yes; I reckon I am a ‘dreadful’ hunter, for I am a mighty poor shot. -But I’d like a try at that fellow. What horns! what a head! and how can -that fellow in the canoe keep so close to him, yet not finish him?” - -Adrian was so excited he could not stand still. His eyes gleamed, his -hands clenched, and his whole appearance was changed; greatly for the -worse, the girl thought, regarding him with disgust. - -“Finish him? That’s King Madoc, Pierre’s trained moose. You’d be -finished yourself, I fear, if you harmed that splendid creature. -Pierre’s a lazy fellow, mostly, but he spent a long time teaching -Madoc; and with his temper--I’m thankful you lost your gun.” - -“Do you never shoot things up here? I saw you giving the fox and -herons what looked like meat. You had a stew for supper, and fish for -breakfast. I don’t mean to be impertinent, but the sight of that big -game--whew!” - -“Yes; we do kill things, or have them killed, when it is necessary for -food. Never in sport. Man is almost the only animal who does that. It’s -all terrible, seems to me. Everything preys upon something else, weaker -than itself. Sometimes when I think of it, my dinner chokes me. It’s -so easy to take life, and only God can create it. But uncle says it is -also God’s law to take what is provided, and that there is no mistake, -even if it seems such to me.” - -But there Margot perceived that Adrian was not listening. Instead, -he was watching, with the intensest interest, the closer approach of -the canoe, in which sat idle Pierre, holding the reins of a harness -attached to his aquatic steed. The moose swam easily, with powerful -strokes, and Pierre was singing a gay melody, richer in his unique -possession than any king. - -“Indeed, it’s not one other has a king for a bow man,” he often -asserted. - -When he touched the shore and the great animal stood shaking his wet -hide, Adrian’s astonishment found vent in a whirlwind of questions -that Pierre answered at his leisure and after his kind. But he walked -first toward Margot and offered her a great bunch of trailing arbutus -flowers, saying: - -“I saw these just as I pushed off and went back after them. What’s the -matter here, that the flag is up? It was the biggest storm I ever saw. -Yes; a deal of beasties are killed back on the mainland. Any dead over -here?” - -“No, I’m glad to say, none that we know of. But Snowfoot’s shed is down -and uncle is going to build a new one. I hope you’ve come to work.” - -Pierre laughed and shrugged his shoulders. - -“Oh! yes.” - -But his interest in work was far less than in the stranger whom he now -answered, and whose presence on Peace Island was a mystery to him. -Heretofore, the only visitors there had been laborers or traders, but -this young fellow, so near his own age, and despite his worn clothing, -was of another sort. He recognized this, at once, as Margot had done, -and his curiosity made him ask: - -“Where’d you come from? Hurricane blow you out the sky?” - -“About the same. I was lost in the woods and Margot found me and saved -my life. What’ll you take for that moose?” - -“There isn’t money enough in the State of Maine to buy him!” - -“Nonsense! Well, if there was I haven’t it. But you could get a good -price for it anywhere.” - -Pierre looked Adrian over. From his appearance the lad was not likely -to be possessed of much cash, but the moose-trainer was eager for -capital, and never missed an opportunity of seeking it. - -“I want to go into the show business. What do you say? would you -furnish the tents and fixings, and share the profits? I’m no scholar, -but maybe you’d know enough to get out the hand bills and so on. What -do you say?” - -“I--say--What you mean, Pierre Ricord, keepin’ the master waitin’ your -foolishness and him half sick? What kept you twice as long as you -ought? Hurry up, now, and put that moose in the cow yard and get to -work.” - -The interruption was caused by Angelique, and it was curious to see the -fear with which she inspired the great fellow, her son. He forgot the -stranger, the show business, and all his own immediate interests, and -with the docility of a little child obeyed. Unhitching his odd steed, -he turned the canoe bottom upwards on the beach and hastily led the -animal toward that part of the island clearing where Snowfoot stood in -a little fenced-in lot behind her ruined shed. - -Adrian went with him, and asked: - -“Won’t those two animals fight?” - -“Won’t get a chance. When one goes in the other goes out. Here, bossy, -you can take the range of the island. Get out!” - -She was more willing to go than Madoc to enter the cramped place, but -the transfer was made, and Adrian lingered by the osier paling, to -observe at close range this subjugated monarch of the forest. - -“Oh! for a palette and brush!” he exclaimed, while Pierre walked away. - -“What would you do with them?” - -Margot had followed the lads and was beside Adrian, though he had not -heard her footsteps. Now he wheeled about, eager, enthusiastic. - -“Paint--as I have never painted before!” - -“Oh!--are you an--artist?” - -“I want to be one. That’s why I’m here.” - -“What! What do you mean?” - -“I told you I was a runaway. I didn’t say why, before. It’s truth. My -people, my--father--forced me to college. I hated it. He was forcing me -to business. I liked art. All my friends were artists. When I should -have been at the books I was in their studios. They were a gay crowd, -spent money like water when they had it; merrily starved and pinched -when they hadn’t. A few were worse than spendthrifts, and with my usual -want of sense I made that particular set my intimates. I never had any -money, though, after it was suspected what my tastes were, except a -little that my mother gave.” - -Margot was listening breathlessly and watching intently. At the mention -of his mother a shadow crossed Adrian’s face, softening and bettering -it, and as they rose to go home she saw that his whole mood had changed. - - - IX. - - AN UNANSWERABLE QUESTION - -It was weeks afterward when they were again surrounded by the many -wonderful inhabitants of the forest that Adrian mentioned his own -parents. Their talk drifted from vexing subjects to merry anecdotes of -his childhood, in the home where he had been the petted, only brother -of a half-dozen elder sisters. But while they laughed and Margot -listened, her fingers were busy weaving a great garland of wild laurel, -and when it was finished she rose and said: - -“It’s getting late. There’ll be just time to take this to the grave. -Will you go with me?” - -“Yes.” - -But this was another of the puzzling things he found at Peace Island. -In its very loveliest nook was the last resting-place of Cecily Romeyn, -and the sacred spot was always beautiful with flowers, or, in the -winter, with brilliant berries. Both the master and the girl spoke of -their dead as if she were still present with them; or, at least, lived -as if she were only removed from sight but not from their lives. - -When Margot had laid the fresh wreath upon the mound, she carefully -removed the faded flowers of the day before, and a thought of his own -mother stirred Adrian’s heart. - -“I wish I could send a bunch of such blossoms to the mater!” - -“How can you live without her, since she is still alive?” - -His face hardened again. - -“You forget. I told you that she, too, turned against me at the last. -It was a case of husband or son, and she made her choice.” - -“Oh! no. She was unhappy. One may do strange things then, I suppose. -But I tell you one thing: if I had either father or mother, anywhere -in this world; no matter if either was bad--had done everything that -is sinful!--nothing should ever, ever make me leave them. Nothing. I -would bear anything, do anything, suffer anything--but I would be true -to them. I could not forget that I was their child, and if I had done -wrong to them my whole life would be too short to make atonement.” - -She spoke strongly, as she felt. So early orphaned, she had come to -think of her parents as the most wonderful blessing in the power of God -to leave one. She loved her Uncle Hugh like a second father, but her -tenderest dreams were over the pictured faces of her dead. - -“Where is your father buried?” - -It was the simplest, most natural question. - -“I--don’t--know.” - -They stared at one another. It was proof of her childlike acceptance of -her life that she had never asked--had never thought to do so, even. -She had been told that he had passed out of sight before they came to -Peace Island and the forest, and had asked no further concerning him. -Of his character and habits she had heard much. Her uncle was never -weary in extolling his virtues; but of his death he had said only what -has been written. - -“But--I must know right away!” - -In her eagerness she ran, and Adrian followed as swiftly. He was sorry -for his thoughtless inquiry, but regret came too late. He tried to call -Margot back, but she would not wait. - -“I must know--I must know right away. Why have I never thought before?” - -Hugh Dutton was resting after a day of study and mental labor, and his -head leaned easily upon his cushioned chair. Yet as his dear child -entered his room he held out his arms to draw her to his knee. - -“In a minute, uncle. But Adrian has asked me something and it is the -strangest thing that I cannot answer him. Where is my father buried?” - -If she had dealt him a mortal blow he could not have turned more white. -With a groan that pierced her very heart, he stared at Margot with -wide, unseeing eyes; then sprang to his feet and fixed upon poor Adrian -a look that scorched. - -“You! you!” he gasped, and, sinking back, covered his face with his -hands. - - - - - X - - PERPLEXITIES - -What had he done? - -Ignorant why his simple question should have such strange results, that -piercing look made Adrian feel the veriest culprit, and he hastened to -leave the room and the cabin. Hurrying to the beach, he appropriated -Margot’s little canvas canoe and pushed out upon the lake. From her -and Pierre he had learned to handle the light craft with considerable -skill, and he now worked off his excitement by swift paddling, so that -there was soon a wide distance between him and the island. - -Then he paused and looked around him, upon as fair a scene as could be -found in any land. Unbroken forests bounded this hidden Lake Profundus, -out of whose placid waters rose that mountain-crowned, verdure-clad -Island of Peace, with its picturesque home and its cultured owner, who -had brought into this best of the wilderness the best of civilization. - -“What is this mystery? How am I concerned in it? For I am, and mystery -there is. It is like that mist over the island, which I can see and -feel but cannot touch. Pshaw! I’m getting sentimental, when I ought -to be turning detective. Yet I couldn’t do that--pry into the private -affairs of a man who’s treated me so generously. What shall I do? How -can I go back there? But where else can I go?” - -At the thought that he might never return to the roof he had quitted, -a curious homesickness seized him. - -“Who’ll hunt what game they need? Who’ll catch their fish? Who’ll keep -the garden growing? Where can I study the forest and its furry people, -at first hand, as in the Hollow? And I was doing well--not as I hope -to do, but getting on. Margot was a merciless critic, but even she -admitted that my last picture had the look, the spirit of the woods. -That’s what I want to do, what Mr. Dutton, also, approved: to bring -glimpses of these solitudes back to the cities and the thousands who -can never see them in any other way. Well--let it go. I can’t stay and -be a torment to anybody, and sometime in some other place, maybe--Ah!” - -What he had mistaken for the laughter of a loon was Pierre’s halloo. -He was coming back, then, from the mainland where he had been absent -these past days. Adrian was thankful. There was nothing mysterious or -perplexing about Pierre, whose rule of life was extremely simple: - -“Pierre, first, second, and forever. After Pierre, if there was -anything left, then--anybody, the nearest at hand,” would have -expressed the situation; but his honest, unblushing selfishness was -sometimes a relief. - -“One always knows just where to find Pierre,” Margot had said. - -So Adrian’s answering halloo was prompt, and, turning about, he watched -the birch leaving the shadow of the forest and heading for himself. It -was soon alongside and Ricord’s excited voice was shouting his good -news: - -“Run him up to seven hundred and fifty!” - -“But I thought there wasn’t money enough anywhere to buy him?” - -Pierre cocked his dark head on one side and winked. - -“Madoc sick and Madoc well are different.” - -“Oh, you wretch! Would you sell a sick moose and cheat the buyer?” - -“Would I lose such a pile of money for foolishness? I guess not.” - -“But suppose, after you parted with him, he got well?” - -Again the woodlander grinned and winked. - -“Could you drive the King?” - -“No.” - -“Well, that’s all right. I buy him back, what you call trade. One do -that many times, good enough. If--” - -Pierre was silent for some moments, during which Adrian had steadily -paddled backward to the island, keeping time with the other boat, and -without thinking what he was doing. But when he did remember, he turned -to Pierre and asked: - -“Will you take me across the lake again?” - -“What for?” - -“No matter. I’ll just leave Margot’s canoe and you do it. There’s time -enough.” - -“What’ll you give me?” - -“Pshaw! What can I give you? Nothing.” - -“That’s all right. My mother, she wants the salt,” and he kicked the -sack of that valuable article lying at his feet. “There, she’s on the -bank now, and it’s not she will let me out of her sight again, this -long time.” - -“You’d go fast enough for money.” - -“Maybe not. When one has Angelique Ricord for mére--U-m-m!” - -But it was less for Pierre than for Adrian that Angelique was waiting, -and her expression was kinder than common. - -“Carry that salt to my kitchen cupboard, son, and get to bed. No; -you’ve no call to tarry. What the master’s word is for his guest is -nothin’ to you.” - -Pierre’s curiosity was roused. Why had Adrian wanted to leave the -island at nightfall, since there was neither hunting nor fishing to be -done? Sport for sport’s sake--that was forbidden. And what could be the -message he was not to hear? He meant to learn, and lingered, busying -himself uselessly in beaching the canoes afresh, after he had once -carefully turned them bottom side upwards: in brushing out imaginary -dirt, readjusting his own clothing--a task he did not often bother -with--and in general making himself a nuisance to his impatient parent. - -But, so long as he remained, she kept silence, till, unable to hold -back her rising anger, she stole up behind him, unperceived, and -administered a sounding box upon his sizable ears. - -“Would you? To the cupboard, miserable!” and Adrian could not repress a -smile at the meekness with which the great woodlander submitted to the -little woman’s authority. - -“Xanthippé and Socrates!” he murmured, and Pierre heard him. So, -grimacing at him from under the heavy sack, he called back “Fifty -dollar. Tell her fifty--dollar.” - -“What did he mean by fifty dollar?” demanded Angelique. - -“I suppose something about that show business of his. It is his -ambition, you know, and I must admit I believe he’d be a success at it.” - -“Pouf! There is more better business than the showin’ one, of takin’ -God’s beasties in the towns and lettin’ the fool people stare. The -money comes that way is not good money.” - -“Oh, yes. It’s all right, fair Angelique. But what is the word for me?” - -“It is: that you come with me, at once, to the master. He will speak -with you before he sleeps. Yes. And, Adrian, lad!” - -“Well, Angelique?” - -“This is the truth. Remember--when the heart is sore tried the tongue -is often sharp. There is death--that is a sorrow--God sends it. There -are sorrows God does not send, but the evil one. Death is but joy to -them. What the master says, answer; and luck light upon your lips.” - -The lad had never seen the old housekeeper so impressive nor so gentle. -At the moment it seemed as if she almost liked him, though, despite the -faithfulness with which she had obeyed her master’s wishes and served -him, he had never before suspected it. - -“Thank you, Angelique. I am troubled, too, and I will take care that I -neither say nor resent anything harsh. More than that, I will go away. -I have stayed too long already, though I had hoped I was making myself -useful. Is he in his own study?” - -“Yes, and the little maid is with him. No--there she comes, but she -is not laughin’, no. Oh! the broken glass. Scat! Meroude. Why leap -upon one to scare the breath out, that way? Pst! ’Tis here that tame -creatures grow wild and wild ones tame. Scat! I say.” - -Margot was coming through the rooms, holding Reynard by the collar she -made him wear whenever he was in the neighborhood of the hen-house, and -Tom limped listlessly along upon her other side. There was trouble and -perplexity in the girl’s face, and Angelique made a great pretense of -being angry with the cat, to hide that in her own. - -But Margot noticed neither her nor Adrian, and sitting down upon the -threshold dropped her chin in her hands and fixed her eyes upon the -darkening lake. - -“Why, mistress! The beast here at the cabin, and it nightfall! My poor -fowls!” - -“He’s leashed, you see, Angelique. And I’ll lock the poultry up, if you -like,” observed Adrian. Anything to delay a little an interview from -which he shrank with something very like that cowardice of which the -girl had once accused him. - -The housekeeper’s ready temper flamed, and she laid an ungentle touch -upon the stranger’s shoulder. - -“Go, boy. When Master Hugh commands, ’tis not for such as we to -disobey.” - -“All right. I’m going; and I’ll remember.” - -At the inner doorway he turned and looked back. Margot was still -sitting, thoughtful and motionless, the firelight from the great -hearth making a Rembrandt-like silhouette of her slight figure against -the outer darkness and touching her wonderful hair with a flood of -silver. Reynard and the eagle, the wild foresters her love had tamed, -stood guard on either side. It was a picture that appealed to Adrian’s -artistic sense and he lingered a little, regarding its effects, even -considering what pigments would best convey them. - -[Illustration: HER PETS STOOD GUARD ON EITHER SIDE] - -“Adrian!” - -“Yes, Angelique--yes.” - -When the door shut behind him, Angelique touched her darling’s shining -head, and the toil-stiffened fingers had for it almost a mother’s -tenderness. - -“Sweetheart, the bed-time.” - -“I know--I’m going, Angelique; my uncle sent me from him to-night. It -was the first time in all my life that I remember.” - -“Maybe, little stupid, because you’ve never waited for that, before, -but were quick enough to see whenever you were not wanted.” - -“He--there’s something wrong, and Adrian is the cause of it. -I--Angelique, you tell me--uncle did not hear, or reply, any way--where -is my father buried?” - -Angelique was prepared and had her answer ready. - -“’Tis not for the servant to reveal what her master hides. No--all will -come to you in good time. Tarry the master’s will. But, that silly -Pierre! What think you? Is it fifty dollar would be the price of they -tame blue herons? Hey?” - -“No; nor fifty times fifty. Pierre knows that. Love is more than -money.” - -“Sometimes, to some folks. Well, what would you? That son will -be havin’ even me, his old mother, in his show--why not? As a -cur’osity--the only livin’ human bein’ can make that ingrate mind. -Yes--to bed, ma p’tite.” - -Margot rose and housed her pets. This threat of Pierre’s, that he would -eventually carry off the foresters and exhibit their helplessness -to staring crowds, always roused her fiercest indignation; and this -result was just what Angelique wanted, at present, and she murmured her -satisfaction. - -“Good! That bee will buzz in her ear till she sleeps, and so sound -she’ll hear no dip of the paddle, by and by. Here, Pierre, my son, -you’re wanted.” - -“What for, now? Do leave me be. I’m going to bed. I’m just wore out, -trot-trottin’ from Pontius to Pilate, luggin’ salt, and--” he finished -by yawning most prodigiously. - -“Firs’-rate sign, that gapin’. Yes--sign you’re healthy and able to do -all’s needed. There’s no rest for you this night. Come--here--take this -basket to the beach. If your canoe needs pitchin’, pitch it. There’s -the lantern. If one goes into the show business he learns right now to -work and travel o’ nights. Yes--start--I’ll follow and explain.” - - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - * * * * * - - “Believe not each accusing tongue, - As most weak people do; - But still believe that story wrong - Which ought not to be true.” - - --_R. B. Sheridan._ - - - - - THE MONTH OF FLOWER - - By Julia McNair Wright - - -Neither age, learning, nor fortune are needed to enable one to love and -admire these gracious children of beauty--the flowers. - -When the chill winds of autumn sound a knell for their departure, we -have a sense of loneliness and loss. As the winter passes we long for -the days when the blossoms shall come again. - -The first tiny blossom of the star-flower; the first little tasseled -bloom on the birch; the first adder’s tongue, or violet, or broad, -white salver of the mandrake flower; the snowy banners of the dogwood; -the gray-white of the brave little plantain-leaved everlasting, fill -all hearts with delight. - -The life object of the flower is the production of seed. All the parts -of the flower are in some way fitted to further that end. What is the -story of the flower? - -The stem and branches having developed a certain amount of leafage, may -at length put forth blossoms. These spring, as leaves do, from the tips -or axils of the branches. In truth, a flower is a modified branch, and -all its parts are modified leaves. We will pass over this distinction -of science, and will consider the flower as we popularly think and -speak of it, the beautiful producer of seeds. - -What is called a perfect flower we will examine in the common buttercup -of the fields. At the top of the stem we find a cup or calyx of five -narrow, separate green leaves, called sepals; these form the outer -wrapping of the bud, and maintain and protect the more delicate inner -parts of a flower. Within the calyx is the corolla--five glossy, -yellow, roundish petals, set in a circle; within this we have another -ring of downy, bright-yellow stamens, and still within these, -protected by all the others, certain yellow pistils, fewer and firmer -in texture than the stamens. - -All of these four rings of parts are placed upon the fleshy, enlarged -top of the stem, which is called the receptacle. The yellow of this -flower is very yellow, and the stem and leaves are very green. The stem -and leaves of our buttercups are hairy; the whole plant is provided -with a sharp, stinging juice. - -The buttercup, as we have seen, is made up of four circles, each -composed of several distinct parts. - -A flower with several petals is called polypetalous. - -Other flowers have but one petal; they are styled monopetalous. In -fact, in such one-petaled flowers a number of petals have simply grown -together. Let us take the morning-glory as an example. Pull off the -calyx; it comes off as a whole, but is cleft half way down into five -lobes, showing that it is truly composed of five united petals. Now -pull the corolla from another calyx cup; it comes as a whole, and is -not cleft as the calyx is, but it has five stripes, and at each stripe -the margin has a little point, and we can make out very plainly that -here are five prettily-pointed petals united into one, with a long tube -made of the claws, and a beautiful wide margin made of the banners. -Four-o’clocks, stramonium, Canterbury bells, phlox, and many other -flowers have these one-petaled corollas. Such corollas differ greatly -in shape, owing to the length and diameter of the tube and margin. - -In the polypetalous corollas we have the rich splendors of roses, -from single to the fullest double, where cultivation has changed all -stamens and pistils into petals. The polypetalous tribe give us also -the lovely, perfume-filled chalices of the lilies; the peas, with their -many-colored banners; the charming violets, with their spurred petals; -the columbine, with its horns of plenty. - -Color of some kind is one of the distinguishing features of blossoms. - -Fragrance is another marked characteristic of plants, and is chiefly in -the flower. - -There are plenty of scentless plants, yet the majority are full of -perfume. Some few have a very disagreeable smell. Fragrance in plants -comes from certain oils or resin laid up in different parts of the -plant, whether in the leaves, bark, wood, fruit, seeds, or blossoms. - -In the month of May flowers crowd upon us in numbers so great that -we are at a loss for a time to study them. Even if April has been -cold, the matchless arbutus has found time to bloom above last -year’s protecting leaves and has passed away, leaving only a memory -of its fragrance and rosy beauty. The dandelions--jolly, popular, -child-beloved gold of the spring--have bloomed, and in May the grass is -covered with their delicate clocks; we still, in early May, find the -oxalis almost making a carpet for the pasture lands or sunny hillsides. -When the oxalis grows in damp shade its flowers and leaves are larger -and of a deeper color, but the blossoms are fewer. The leaf of the -oxalis is three-divided, like the coarser leaf of the clover. - -Some hold that it was the oxalis and not the shamrock leaf which good -St. Patrick took to prove the possibility of Trinity--one in three. -Some think that really the oxalis and not the clover was the shamrock -of the ancient Irish. - -May brings us an abundance of wild violets; the blue violets and the -beautiful tri-colored pansies come in April, but the blue violets -linger, growing larger and richer, while their cousins, the dainty -white and the branching yellow violets, appear in the cool, damp woods. -The wild violets are scentless, except for the spicy “woods odor” that -seems to hang about all wild flowers. - -[Illustration: NATURE’S FAVORITES] - -A much humbler flower than the violets greets us on the roadsides--the -bright yellow cinquefoil, its vine leaves, and blossom bearing -resemblance to the strawberry, so that the county people call them -“yellow-flowered strawberries.” Common as the cinquefoil is, it belongs -to a noble, even royal, family among flowers--the rose. It is a poor -cousin of the garden’s queen. - - - - - WITH THE EDITOR - - -For our name we have chosen YOUTH. This word is the fullest expression -of our ambition. It stands for that period of human life toward which -the very young folk look forward with pleasant anticipations, and the -old look back with something like regret. It contains the suggestion -of hope, vigor, and buoyancy--the ideal requisites of America’s young -folks. Surely we might have looked far for a more fitting title. - -Although a new name to many, and therefore lacking in that esteem which -only long acquaintance can give, we have every reason to expect the -same generous greeting which we have heretofore received. - -Indeed, beginning with this issue, we shall have with us many who have -known YOUTH in its earlier home. We offer them a hearty welcome and -promise to do our utmost to deserve a continuation of their stanch -support. - - * * * * * - -A great many well-meaning people seem to regard childhood and youth -in the light of an ailment. This is painfully apparent in their views -of juvenile literature. As they might forbid a particular diet to all -invalids, so, just as rigidly, they prohibit the reading of this or -that form of literature by those afflicted with youthfulness. - -Like the doctors who deal with our physical bodies, these very earnest -people seldom agree among themselves as to the proper remedies and -measures of prevention. - -What, most unfortunately, they do agree in, is that the best attention -must be given to the supposed ailment instead of to the individual boy -or girl. No young person should be allowed to read fairy stories, says -one. Nor stories without an immediate moral purpose, declares another. -Nor stories of adventure, insists a third. - -Now, upon behalf of the young people themselves, we wish to enter our -most solemn objection to this kind of reasoning. - -There are books, of course, which should not be read by young people, -but as a rule these same books should not be read by grown people, -either. They are essentially bad, and no one will defend them. - -We admit, moreover, that no highly improbable fiction is healthy as -a regular diet. But we do assert that for a child of undeveloped -imagination--one who is inclined to take the world too literally--there -is, perhaps, nothing better than a well-written fairy-story. It tends -to awaken that faculty of the brain which gives life half its pleasure. -What, again, can better counteract the thoughtless cruelty of childhood -than such a story as Black Beauty? And yet, in the great essential of -possibility, Black Beauty is a fairy tale. - -Finally, to one whose mind is over-perplexed by studies or who is -inclined to brood over the common occurrences of daily life, what can -bring happier relief than some stirring narrative of adventure? Such a -story at such a time, even if it has no moral aim, is not without its -moral result. - -In short, each of these forms of fiction has its own special and -valuable function, and those who would make the best use of juvenile -literature must recognize the fact and avail themselves of the -principle. - - - - - EVENT AND COMMENT - - - Telephoning Without Wire - -According to late newspaper accounts, one of the most striking efforts -in the direction of wireless communication is that of Mr. Nathan -Stubblefield, residing near Murray, in the State of Kentucky. - -Mr. Stubblefield holds the theory that sound waves, as well as -vibrations of ether, can be conveyed from one point to the other -without the use of wires. To prove this, he has invented an apparatus -of apparently simple construction, consisting of a transmitter and -receiver. Its only metallic contact with any solid object is by means -of a wire rod, which is sunk into the ground at the desired point. -Through this the waves of sound are conveyed from the transmitter to -the ground, and from the ground to the receiver of the other station. - -To show that water as well as land will conduct these vibrations, Mr. -Stubblefield established communication between a boat some distance -from the shore and a station on the land. From the boat, the strains of -a musical instrument playing on the shore could be distinctly heard and -recognized. - -Mr. Stubblefield believes that it is only upon the question of -obtaining a high voltage that the unlimited application of his system -depends. - -The many persons who have viewed his experiments are fully convinced -that Mr. Stubblefield will do much toward furthering the possibilities -of wireless communication. - - - The Oxford Scholarships - -In the will of the late Cecil Rhodes, provisions were made, setting -aside $10,000,000 for the founding of free scholarships for the -benefit of students from the British colonies, Germany, and the United -States. Of these, the United States is to have two for each State and -Territory. The conditions of these scholarships are that the candidates -must possess the necessary educational qualifications, manly qualities, -a fondness for out-of-door sports, and an “exhibition during their -school days of moral force of character and instincts to lead and take -interest in their schoolmates.” - -Mr. Rhodes’ purpose is to concentrate the scattered forces of the -Anglo-Saxon race, which, he believes, contributes the greatest -influence for good upon humanity. - - - Terms of Peace in South Africa - -The Edinburgh _Evening News_ of April 12 has stated that Mr. Kruger, in -behalf of the Boers, desires peace on the following conditions: - -Absolute independence will not be made an issue if otherwise a -satisfactory form of government can be reached. - -The proclamation of banishment must be canceled, the confiscated -property restored to its owners, and all other property destroyed by -the British soldiers must be paid for by their government. - -The recognition of both languages in the schools and courts. - -The pardon of rebels and the release of political prisoners. - -All prisoners of war are to be returned to South Africa on a fixed date. - -The foregoing terms and conditions are to be carried out under the -supervision of one or more of the powers friendly to the Boer cause. - -Negotiations have now reached such a point as to promise a speedy -termination of the war in South Africa. - - - General Miles’ Plan for the Philippines - -In the recent correspondence between Lieutenant-General Miles and -the Secretary of War, the former asked for authority to take with -him to the Philippines ten Cubans and Porto Ricans, for the purpose -of illustrating to the inhabitants of those islands the beneficial -influence of the United States. - -A representative group of Filipinos would then, on the return journey, -be brought to this country, to familiarize them with our civilization. -In this way it was hoped to establish a more amicable understanding -between the two peoples. - -After a careful consideration of General Miles’ plan, the Secretary -of War stated his disapproval of it on the ground that it would be -impracticable. - - - The Decline of Great Salt Lake - -The Great Salt Lake, which for a number of years past has been -gradually diminishing in size, is now causing some little apprehension -to the people of Utah. Although not well understood, it is thought that -the diversion of the streams which formerly fed this interesting body -of water, for the purpose of agriculture, is partly responsible for its -decrease. The cutting away of forests also is supposed to have had its -effect in diminishing the water supply of the region. - - - The Great Power House - -The largest power house in the world is that recently erected in New -York City by the Manhattan Elevated Railroad. The total energy of its -entire system of engines is 1,000,000 horse-power. This is capable of -being converted into a force of 600,000 electrical horse-power, in -which form it will be used for propelling the trains of the elevated -railroad. - - - - - IN-DOORS - - - PARLOR MAGIC - - By Ellis Stanyon - - The first of this series of papers on Magic, commencing with the March - number, included directions to the beginner for Palming and the Pass. - - -PROGRAMME AND COIN.--The effect of this experiment is as follows: The -performer borrows a marked half-dollar from a stranger in the audience, -immediately handing it to a gentleman to examine the mark, date, and -other items. While this is being done, the performer obtains the loan -of a programme, which he tears in half, laying one half on his table. -The gentleman is now requested to place the coin in the half of the -programme held by the performer, who wraps it up and gives it to him -to hold. He now goes to his table for a piece of sealing-wax, which -he passes several times over the packet held by the gentleman, when -immediately it is transformed into a packet of three envelopes, made -from the programme, all gummed and sealed, one inside the other, with -the marked half-dollar in the smallest one. As the gentleman cannot see -how it is done, the performer repeats the trick for his benefit with -the other half of the programme, but the result is the same. This time, -however, the gentleman is requested to take the last envelope to the -owner of the money, that he may open it and satisfy himself that it -actually contains his own coin. - -The six envelopes are now rolled up and given to the gentleman to hand -to the lady, to keep as a souvenir of the entertainment, but before -he has proceeded far the performer tells him he has dropped one of -them (he has not really done so), and, failing to find it, he very -naturally begins to count those in his hand, when he discovers to his -astonishment that he holds the programme restored. - - * * * * * - -_Explanation._--After the performer has borrowed the half-dollar, in -the act of handing it to the gentleman for examination he adroitly -changes it for one of his own, bearing the mark of a cross, which mark, -is, of course, taken for that of the owner of the coin. The performer -now asks for a programme, and while it is being procured he drops the -actual borrowed coin into the smallest of the three envelopes, which -are placed one inside the other and concealed by a book or some other -object on the table. To facilitate the introduction of the coin, a tin -tube, with a rather wide mouth, just large enough for the coin to pass -through, is placed in the smallest envelope. After this coin has been -introduced this tube is withdrawn, left in its concealed position, and -the envelopes closed. - -The flaps of the envelopes are sealed with wax beforehand and prepared -with the best gum arabic, which is allowed to dry. They are moistened -with the tongue just before the performance of the trick, and, if cut -as in Fig. 7, can all be closed at once while lying on the table. This -packet is laid on the table under cover of the half of a programme used -in the second stage of the trick. - -[Illustration: Fig. 7] - -To begin, the performer palms a similar packet of envelopes containing -another half-dollar marked in exactly the same way as the one he handed -to the gentleman, and it is hardly necessary to say, having the same -appearance and bearing the same date. When rolling up the programme the -performer retains it and hands the gentleman the packet of envelopes; -and when going to his table for the wax leaves half of the programme -and the half-dollar thereon. By the time the first coin is taken from -the envelopes the packet containing the actual borrowed coin will be -dry and ready for use. - -The remaining portion of the trick will now be understood. When the -performer goes for the other half of the programme he takes the packet -of envelopes with it and substitutes it as before, and the trick -proceeds as described. When collecting the six envelopes for the final -effect, the performer palms a duplicate programme which has been lying -on his table behind some object, and substitutes this as before when -giving the gentleman the envelopes to hand to the lady. - - * * * * * - -FILTRATED COIN.--Borrow a half-dollar from one of the company, wrap it -up in a handkerchief, and request some one to hold it over a glass of -water. - -Presto! The coin is dropped into the glass and heard to jingle. When -the handkerchief is removed the half-dollar has disappeared, apparently -dissolved in the water. This very effective trick is accomplished by -means of a glass disc of the same diameter as a half-dollar. The modus -operandi is as follows: Borrow a half-dollar and while holding it in -your hand throw a handkerchief over it. Under cover of the handkerchief -exchange the coin for the glass disc which you have concealed in your -palm. Now get some one to hold the disc by its edges through the -handkerchief, directly over the glass of water. He naturally supposes -that he is holding the coin. - -Pronounce your magical phrase, and command your volunteer assistant -to drop the half-dollar into the glass. It will fall with a jingle -similar to that of a coin, and will lie invisible at the bottom of the -glass. You may even pour off the water, but the disc, thanks to the -power of suction, will remain in the same position, firmly attached -to the drinking-glass. To complete the effect the genuine half-dollar -should then be produced from under the table or from the pocket of the -volunteer assistant. - - - - - THE OLD TRUNK - - -For the month of May we will award a year’s subscription to YOUTH -for each of the best three original puzzles submitted to us before -June 1st. The names of the successful competitors, together with the -prize-winning puzzles, will be published in an early number of the -magazine. Of the remaining puzzles, all of those which show merit will -also appear in the succeeding issues. This offer is open to every one. - -The correct answers for the April puzzles are given below: - - 1. Herring, ray, carp. - Shark, perch, shad. - Sole, bass, eel. - 2. Ericsson. - 3. Monongahela. - Yukon. - Amazon. - Rhine. - Colorado. - 4. James Russell Lowell. - 5. Thou-sand. - 6. Pear-bear. - -(1) Deprive farewell of head and tail and leave expire; (2) the -usual covering of the head, and leave atmosphere; (3) on fire, and -leave whim; (4) distant, and leave a note in the musical scale; (5) -collections of regulations, and leave song; (6) an image of false -worship, and leave a verb of action; (7) employed for money, and leave -anger; (8) free from obscurity, and leave meadow. - -When the above words have been correctly guessed and then beheaded and -abridged, their initials, when placed one above each other in the order -given, will spell the name of a well-known garden flower. - - --O. T. M. - - - DIAMOND - -1. a letter; 2. a bank; 3. women; 4. specimens; 5. a quarrel; 6. to -discern; 7. a letter. - - --_Ruth._ - - - SUBSTITUTION - -Supply the objects described in the parentheses and read by sound: - -If a great storm were (a body of water north-west of North America) -down on the British Isles, do you suppose you could ring a (city in -Ireland) and make the (body of water west of England) the (a watch -manufacturing town of the United States) the city of (the bark of a -kind of oak)? - - --_Sidney M._ - - -CHARADE - - The first use sparingly. - The second treat kindly. - The third hold as a sacred trust. - The whole is a shy bird. - - --_E. L. Barnes._ - - -THE BOUQUET - -In the following sentences there are eight flowers. Can you identify -them? - -Alyar rowed his best, but Fox, a listless oarsman on most occasions, -won the race. - -Can Nature be excelled on Easter day? - -For the table of the Pope, onyx is brought from afar, but usually -unpolished. - -“Hannibal,” Samuel remarked, looking up from his book of prose, “was -the world’s greatest general.” - - -ENIGMA - - I am composed of twenty-one letters. - My 3-6-21-19-14-8-1 is sincere. - My 12-17-7-18-20-5 is a mineral. - My 9-2-3-10-4-17-11-1 is a bird. - My 16-13-20-19-15 is to mingle. - My whole is the name of a well-known song. - - --_William Harris._ - - I am the first, and one of seven, - I live betwixt the seas and heaven: - Look not below, for I am not there, - My home is in the ancient air. - Come to my second, behold how fair - I am, how bright and debonair: - A pleasant vision and a beauty, - A thing of life and joy and duty; - My youth is changed. I live alone, - My views are crossed--my hopes are gone, - My whole is sorrow, grief, and woe, - My singing now is all heigh-ho. - - --_Selected._ - - - - - WITH THE PUBLISHER - - - YOUTH - An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys and Girls - =Edited by HERBERT LEONARD COGGINS= - - =Single Copies 10 Cents= =Annual Subscription $1.00= - -Sent postpaid to any address. Subscriptions can begin at any time and -must be paid in advance. - -The publishers should be promptly informed of any change of address. - -Remittances may be made in the way most convenient to the sender, and -should be addressed to - - THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY - 923 Arch Street, Philadelphia, Pa. - - - _CHANGE OF NAME_ - -As most of our readers are aware, the name originally used for this -magazine was only temporary, to be continued until a better one might -be found. Many other names have been suggested, but none of them seemed -to be just what was wanted. A name that has been in our minds from the -beginning was YOUTH, but, for the reason that it had already been used -with another publication, we could not adopt it. We have now purchased -the right to use this name, and shall continue it henceforth. It has -the advantage of being a title of but one word, a short one at that, -and one that is catchy, suggestive, and easily remembered. We hope that -it will meet with cordial favor at the hands of all our subscribers. - - - _WELCOME TO OUR NEW FRIENDS_ - -We have not only purchased the right to use the name of YOUTH, but -we have also arranged to fill out with this journal the unexpired -subscriptions to the magazine formerly published at Buffalo, N. Y. -We hope that our new friends will not only be satisfied with this -arrangement, but that they will be so well pleased as to permanently -remain with us. - - - _MANUSCRIPTS_ - -The publishers of YOUTH will be glad to examine manuscripts submitted -for publication. 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YOUTH is published in the interest of its -subscribers, and while we have many ideas which we will carry out in -the immediate future, we would be glad, nevertheless, to receive the -criticism and advice of our subscribers. It is our purpose, as far as -possible, to meet their views. - - - _50c. FOR TWENTY-FIVE NAMES_ - -Anyone who will send us the names and addresses of twenty-five of his -friends, boys or girls, and fifty cents additional, will receive a -year’s subscription to YOUTH. The magazine will be sent to any desired -address. This is a very easy way for any person, young or old, to -obtain a year’s subscription. We wish the twenty-five names for the -sole purpose of distributing sample copies of YOUTH. 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