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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. 7, September 1902 - An Illustrated Monthly Journal for Boys & Girls - -Editor: Herbert Leonard Coggins - -Release Date: January 5, 2022 [eBook #67106] - -Language: English - -Produced by: hekula03, sf2001, 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. 7, -SEPTEMBER 1902 *** - - - - - - YOUTH - - VOLUME 1 NUMBER 7 - - 1902 - SEPTEMBER - - _An_ ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY JOURNAL _for_ BOYS & GIRLS - - The Penn Publishing Company Philadelphia - - - - -[Illustration: CONTENTS FOR SEPTEMBER] - - - FRONTISPIECE (The Penn Cottage) PAGE - - THE PENN COTTAGE Allen Biddle 237 - - WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE (Serial) W. Bert Foster 239 - Illustrated by F. A. 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Allison Atwood 268 - - WITH THE EDITOR 270 - - EVENT AND COMMENT 271 - - OUT OF DOORS 272 - - THE OLD TRUNK (Puzzles) 273 - - IN-DOORS (Parlor Magic, Paper VII) Ellis Stanyon 274 - - WITH THE PUBLISHER 275 - - ADVERTISEMENTS 276 - - - - -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: THE PENN COTTAGE.] - - - - -YOUTH - -VOL. I SEPTEMBER 1902 No. 7 - - - - -THE PENN COTTAGE - -BY ALLEN BIDDLE - - -“Pitch upon the very middle of the plat where the town or line of -houses is to be laid or run, facing the harbor of the great river, for -the situation of my house; ... the distance of each house from the -creek or harbor should be, in my judgment, a measured quarter of a -mile; or, at least, two hundred paces, because of building hereafter -streets down to the harbor.” Such were the instructions which William -Penn, founder of Philadelphia, gave to his commissioners, William -Crispin, John Bezar, and Nathaniel Allen, for the building of what is -now known as Penn’s Cottage. - -It was in 1681 that the great Quaker completed the negotiations for -the grant of Pennsylvania, and in the next year the first work of the -building of the Proprietary House was begun. The plat chosen for its -site was the one bounded by Front, Chestnut, Letitia, and High streets, -the last now being named Market. In the place of the little cottage and -its surrounding yard there is, to-day, one of the most thickly-built -portions of Philadelphia. But the true centre of the city, at one time -radiating from this point, has now, owing to the growth of two hundred -years, moved a mile to the westward. - -According to one tradition, the Penn or Letitia House was the first -brick building erected in Philadelphia; to another, it was the first -house to have a cellar. The name, “Letitia,” was given to it by Penn -himself, as the house was intended eventually to be the portion of his -daughter, Letitia. It is from this source, too, that Letitia Street -gets its name. - -One of the most interesting stories of this little structure is that -the bricks and most of the finer building materials used in its -construction were brought over from England. More recently doubt has -been thrown upon this statement by the discovery that even at that time -quite as excellent a quality of brick was being made in Philadelphia. - -Despite its diminutive size, the cottage required what, to-day, would -be an unusual time in its building, and it was well into the year -1683 before it was ready for the house-warming. Quaint, angular, -and comfortable in appearance, it faithfully reflects the spirit -of Philadelphia’s early people. True to the founder’s ideal in the -laying-out of the city, the house, too, is characterized by economy -of space and absence of mere ornament. Doors, windows, sills, and -sashes--everything, in fact, except the gabled roof, is plain and -rectangular. - -From the front door, we enter its largest room, serving, perhaps, at -one time as dining hall, sitting-room, kitchen, and library. On its -plain, bare walls we now see collections of old wood cuts, illustrating -events which occurred in the time of the founder, including -reproductions of Benjamin West’s painting of that famous treaty with -the Indians which “was not signed and never broken.” Above the door -hangs an old print of the wampum belt which was presented to Penn by -the Indians upon that occasion. Near by are facsimiles of the charter -of the Province of Pennsylvania, granted by Charles II, and also the -first charter of the city of Philadelphia, granted in 1691. In the -further corner to the left is an ample fireplace before whose glow we -can readily recall to our imagination the serene features of the great -founder surrounded by his family. - -From this room, extending to the rear of the building, is a short -hallway, on either side of which is a room so small that we wonder what -could have been their function in the Penn household. Quaint and cozy -as is the little mansion, we can scarce believe it to have been the -home of one who owned our whole great State of Pennsylvania. - -In the year 1684, after a stay of twenty-one months, Penn was forced -to return to England to protect his proprietary interests, as they -were at that time threatened by the plans of Lord Baltimore. In -his absence, the proprietorship fell upon his cousin, Markham, the -Lieutenant-Governor, who then took up his abode in the Letitia House. -Later, according to the wish of Penn, who desired that his house be -devoted to public service, it became the State House. It is hard to -imagine such a dignified body as was undoubtedly the provincial council -meeting in the tiny brick cottage. What a contrast it makes with -Independence Hall, or the great capitol now at Harrisburg! - -In after years, when other houses had grown up on all sides, the little -cottage fell into obscurity. At one time, even, it was thrown open as a -public inn, and the little room which at one time held the Penn family -circle now became the haunt of the wayfarer and the chronic idler. -But, recently, folks of the great State have come to think more of the -little house and to recognize gratefully the part which it played in -their history. They have lifted it from its late dingy surroundings -and, as if to put before it the city’s best, have placed it on the west -bank of the Schuylkill, overlooking Fairmount Park. Here, far away from -the city’s centre, with its face toward the broad, green valley of the -river, the little mansion rests patiently, as if waiting until the city -shall again closely encircle it in its westward growth. - -As would have been the wish of the great Quaker, the door is still left -hospitably open, and citizen and stranger alike may freely enter the -house of him who founded their State. Here, daily, come many pilgrims. -The Schuylkill, too, winding placidly down from its hills, loiters -gently in its course through the picturesque valley, as if to catch a -momentary glimpse of the quaint old house. - -[Illustration] - - - - -WITH WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE - -By W. Bert Foster - - -CHAPTER XVI - -From Germantown to Valley Forge - - -SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - - The story opens in the year 1777, during one of the most - critical periods of the Revolution. Hadley Morris, our hero, - is in the employ of Jonas Benson, the host of the Three - Oaks, a well-known inn on the road between Philadelphia and - New York. Like most of his neighbors, Hadley is an ardent - sympathizer with the American cause. When, therefore, he is - intrusted with a message to be forwarded to the American - headquarters, the boy gives up, for the time, his duties at - the Three Oaks and sets out for the army. Here he remains - until after the fateful Battle of Brandywine. On the return - journey he discovers a party of Tories who have concealed - themselves in a woods in the neighborhood of his home. By - approaching cautiously to the group around the fire, Hadley - overhears their plan to attack his uncle for the sake of the - gold which he is supposed to have concealed in his house. - With the assistance of Colonel Knowles, who, although a - British officer, seems to have taken a liking to Hadley, - our hero successfully thwarts the Tory raid. No sooner is - the uncle rescued, however, than he ungratefully shuts the - door upon his nephew. Thereupon Hadley immediately returns - to the American army and joins the forces under that dashing - officer, “Mad Anthony” Wayne. In the disastrous night - engagement at Paoli our hero is left upon the battlefield - wounded. In this condition he is found by his old friend, - Lafe Holdness, the American scout, who treats the wound so - skillfully that our hero is enabled to return home. But not - for long. No sooner is he strong enough to ride than he - again sets out for the army, which is just then preparing - for that terrible winter at Valley Forge. - -Hadley slept that night at a friendly farmer’s, some miles to the north -of Germantown. A large force of British were quartered about where -Washington’s army lay the first day the boy had crossed the river -and made his way to the Commander-in-Chief’s headquarters with the -dispatches so nearly lost by the wounded courier. As far as he could -learn, the Americans still rested at Skippack Creek, to which locality -they had retired after the enemy entered Philadelphia. - -He made a long detour the next morning to avoid the Germantown -outposts, but fell in with a foraging party of Continentals before -noon, and was near to losing his horse. But he was not so afraid of -these marauders now as he had been the night he was halted on the -Germantown road and his dispatches seized. So, after an argument with -these fellows and the mention of Colonel Cadwalader’s name, he got -away, with directions regarding the shortest path to headquarters. He -was halted a good many times before he found the Pennsylvania troops; -but the pickets saw that he was a recruit and let him through without -trouble. - -He found John Cadwalader with General Wayne, and was able to obtain -speech with him without dismounting from his horse, as the officers -were about starting on a tour of inspection through the camp. “And you -want to see more fighting, do you, my lad--and your wound not healed -yet?” said the colonel. “What good d’ye think a wounded man will be to -us?” - -“But I’m all right on horseback, and I’ve brought my horse,” Hadley -declared. - -“I wish we had more such fellows--and as eager to fight, Colonel,” said -General Wayne. “He’s but a boy, too!” - -“And how about the promise to your mother, Master Morris?” queried the -other officer. - -“My uncle has cast me off for carrying dispatches, and for being in -the Paoli fight, where I got wounded,” the boy said, sadly. “I can do -nothing for him now. So I have come to do what I can.” - -“Well, well. I will speak to His Excellency about you. There is a -certain long-legged Yankee hereabout who, if I mistake not, has been -inquiring for you through the camp.” - -“Lafe Holdness!” exclaimed Hadley. - -“The same. He said he knew you had got away from Philadelphia; but -where you had gone was another matter, and one of which he was not -cognizant. Now, Master Morris, you will find your friend, Captain -Prentice, somewhere to the west of here. Keep near him and then you -will be near me. When the propitious moment comes to present you to the -Commander-in-Chief, I shall want you in a hurry.” - -The officers rode on, and Hadley sought out Captain Prentice. “My -faith, Hadley!” was the captain’s exclamation, “but we’re a pretty pair -of winged birds.” His own arm was still in a sling, but he had taken -active command of his company again. - -“You can scarcely call me winged,” said Hadley, “for the ball went -through my leg.” He climbed down from Molly and allowed a soldier to -take her away. He could scarcely walk, having been so many hours in the -saddle; but Captain Prentice made him welcome and saw to it that he had -a bed for a few hours, where he slept away much of his weariness. - -At this time Washington’s forces lay about twenty miles from -Philadelphia and fourteen from Germantown. For some days the -Continentals had been resting after the arduous campaign which had -followed the landing of the British troops. The officers were planning -some important move; but the army was kept in ignorance of its nature -until the night of the 3d of October. Then the columns were put into -motion quickly and took the road to Germantown. It was to be a night -march to surprise the enemy, and never did Hadley Morris forget it. -He and his friend, Captain Prentice, were both mounted--the latter -on a sorry nag which his orderly had picked up somewhere--and there -might have been some ill-feeling expressed among the other officers -of the infantry over Prentice’s riding had he not been wounded. But -those fourteen miles were hard enough for both the captain and Hadley, -despite the fact that they were not obliged to tramp through the heavy -roads. - -Before the head of the column was half way to Germantown, the night -fog began to gather, and before daylight it was so thick that it was -almost impossible to clearly distinguish figures moving a rod ahead. -Just at daybreak, however, despite the fog which had enveloped the -whole territory, sharp firing broke out ahead. The troops were rushed -forward, and the British, who at first had supposed the firing to be -but a skirmish between outposts, were quickly being driven back by a -solid phalanx of Americans. - -After the first surprise the enemy formed and stood their ground; but -the attack of the Americans was so desperate that they would surely -have been overwhelmed in a short time had it not been for two things. -Howe, hearing early of the battle, rushed forward reinforcements and -came in person to encourage his soldiery. And the other thing which -stayed the Americans, beside the smother of fog, was the imposing -mansion belonging to Master Chew, which, occupied by the British, was a -veritable fort, and withstood every effort of the attacking force. - -It was a stone building, and with its doors and lower windows -barricaded, and a strong force of the enemy using the upper casements -to fire from, it soon became the pivotal point on the battlefield. The -British kept up a destructive fire upon the American lines from the -house, and, in spite of the fog, the casualties were considerable. -Attempts again and again were made to capture it. The American lines -could not go past, and it guarded the way to the British front. - -And, with the long delay occasioned by the obstinate defence of the -Chew house, the elements themselves seemed to be arrayed against -the Americans. The fog became so dense that the men could not see -each other a few paces apart, and only the spurts of red flame ahead -betrayed the whereabouts of the enemy. The Continental troops grew -bewildered; aids were unable to find the officers to whom they were -sent with messages from the commanders. There were shoutings and -reiterated commands in the fog, but the files did not know where their -officers stood and became bewildered and unmanageable. - -General Washington’s plans were disarranged. The Americans had fought -bravely and, without doubt, were on the eve of a decisive victory. -But an alarm was created--the tramp of a regiment of American troops -brought up from the rear was thought to be the approach of a flanking -force--and the men who had fought so tenaciously during the day -retreated in disorderly confusion. - -Added to the general depression caused by this defeat was the fact that -half the Maryland militia was reported to have deserted before the -battle. It was the beginning of that awful winter when naught but the -extraordinary virtues of George Washington himself kept the semblance -of an army together. The American forces were rapidly becoming a -disorganized mob, and the fault lay with Congress, which numbered in -its group few of the really great and unselfish men who had once met in -Philadelphia to approve of and sign the second greatest document in our -history. - -The period had now arrived when men of the second rank had come -to the front in charge of the uncertain affairs of the struggling -Colonies. Dr. Franklin was in Paris and John Adams joined him during -the winter, for the purpose of watching Silas Deane, who was a bitter -foe of Washington, and had sent over the infamous Conway to hamper and -embitter the great man’s very existence. Jay, Rutledge, Livingston, -Patrick Henry, and Thomas Jefferson were employed at home, and Hancock -had resigned from the governing house. Samuel Adams was at home in New -England for most of that winter; and men much the inferior of these -had taken their places--men who lacked foresight and that loftiness of -purpose and love of country which had, earlier in the war, kept private -jealousies and quarrels in check. - -Without an organized quartermaster’s department, the soldiers could -not be properly clothed or fed, and the warnings of Washington were -utterly disregarded by Congress. The troops began to need clothing -soon after Brandywine, and by November they were still in unsheltered -camps without sufficient clothing, blankets, or tents. Hadley Morris, -suffering with the rank and file, saw them lying out o’ nights at -Whitemarsh, half clad and without protection from either the frozen -ground or the desperate chill of the night air. Forts Mercer and -Mifflin had fallen, and there was little cheer brought to these poor -fellows by the news that Burgoyne had actually surrendered to General -Gates and that the British army of invasion which had started so -confidently from Canada was utterly crushed. - -December came, and snow followed frost. The British were snug and warm -in the “rebel capital.” Well fed, well clothed, spending the time in -idleness and amusement, the invaders were secure of any attack from -the starving, half-clothed men who, with Washington at their head, -crawled slowly over the Chester hills toward the little hollow on the -bank of the Schuylkill. There was gold in plenty at the command of -General Howe, and for this gold the farmers about Philadelphia were -glad to sell their grain. And who can blame them for preferring the -good English gold to the badly-printed, worthless currency issued by -the American Congress? - -The ten redoubts from Fairmount to Cohocksink were stout and well -manned. There was little danger of the Continentals attacking them, for -the hills were already whitening with the coverlet of winter. The river -was open, supplies and reinforcements were on the way from across the -ocean, and the British had nothing to fear. So they gave themselves up -to ease and merriment. And fortunate for the cause, then trembling in -the balance, that they did so, for had they then conducted the campaign -against Washington’s starving troops with vigor, the “rebellion” would -never have risen in history to the dignity of a “revolution”! - - -CHAPTER XVII - -A PERILOUS MISSION - -To-day, after the passing of a century and a quarter, the Chester hills -are much as they were on that chill winter’s day when the straggling -lines of ragged, almost barefooted men marched along the old Gulph -road. It is a farming country still, and although the forest has been -cut away, in places the woodland is now as thickly grown as then. Here -and there along the route the admiring descendants of those faithful -patriots have erected monuments to their name; yonder can still faintly -be defined the outlines of the Star Redoubt; there stands the house -which was the headquarters of General Varnum, who commanded the Rhode -Island troops; to the left of the road as one travels toward Valley -Forge, is the line of breastworks running through the timber, which has -been felled and grown up thrice since the axes of the Continentals rang -from hill to hill. - -One night they rested on the toilsome march near the old Gulph Mills, -where the road passed through the deep cut between wooded heights: -then on again, the various brigades separating and following different -roads to the places assigned them. But the roads were, many of them, -ill-defined, the timber was thick, the fields rugged. Little wonder -that Baron de Kalb described the site chosen for the winter quarters of -the American army as a wilderness. - -Nevertheless, the situation selected for the encampment was a good -one. In some of the towns, perhaps--Trenton, Lancaster, Reading, or -Wilmington--there would have been shelter for the troops; but there -were many objections to each place named. Had clothing and supplies -been abundant, the little army might have harassed the British all -winter long, and even shut them up completely in Philadelphia when -the spring opened. If the officers quarreled with the commander for -his obstinacy in choosing this position, the men set to in some -cheerfulness to build shelters. They were not afraid of hard work, and -they had suffered enough already from the cold and storms to appreciate -the log cabins which went up as if by magic on hillside and in hollow. - -On the bank of Valley Creek, near its junction with the Schuylkill, -stood a stone cottage (as it stands to-day) of two small, low-ceiled -rooms on each of its two floors. Behind it was a “lean-to” kitchen, -in the floor of which was a trap which was the entrance to a secret -passage which, when the house had been erected, led to the river, being -a means of escape should the stone house be attacked by Indians. When -Washington selected this house for his headquarters at Valley Forge the -secret passage had long since been walled up and the entrance chamber -was simply a prosaic potato cellar. The house itself was meagrely -furnished--not at all the sort of a headquarters that Lord Howe enjoyed -in Philadelphia. - -Some distance up the creek, beyond the forge which lent its name -to the valley, were the headquarters of big Major-General Henry -Knox, of the artillery, and near him was the young French Marquis, -Lafayette, but then recovering from the wound received at the battle -of the Brandywine--also a Major-General, and trusted and loved by the -Commander-in-Chief to a degree only equaled by the latter’s feeling for -Colonel Pickering. General Woodford, of Virginia, who commanded the -right of the line, was quartered at a house in the neighborhood of Knox -and Lafayette. - -Up on the Gulph road, the southern troops, lying nearest to -Washington’s headquarters, were commanded by that Southern-Scotsman, -Lachlin McIntosh, and strung along within sight of the road were -Huntingdon’s Connecticut militia, Conway’s Pennsylvania troops, -Varnum’s Rhode Islanders, and Muhlenberg, Weeden, Patterson, Learned, -Glover, Poor, Wayne, and Scott on the extreme front of the embattled -camp. Hadley Morris, still with Wayne’s division, messed with Captain -Prentice, but found himself often attached to “Mad Anthony’s” personal -staff in the capacity of messenger, for the Quaker general occupied -a house in a most exposed quarter, some distance beyond the line of -defences, and was in constant communication with the Commander-in-Chief. - -Hadley, indeed, scarce knew whom he served. At first his wound had -incapacitated him from participating in much of the work which fell -to the lot of the rank and file, and, as he rode one of the fleetest -horses in the American camp, he came to be looked upon as a sort of -volunteer aide, for he had never been regularly mustered into the -service. He often saw Lafe Holdness in the camp, and was not surprised, -therefore, one day, when he had been sent post-haste to General -Washington with some papers from Wayne, to find the Yankee in the front -room of the Potts’ cottage in close conversation with His Excellency. - -Hadley never entered the presence of the great man without, in a -measure, feeling that sense of Washington’s superiority which he had -experienced when first he saw him, and he stood at one side now, ill -at ease, waiting for a chance to deliver his packet. The Commander had -a way of seeing and recognizing those who entered the room without -appearing to do so--if he were busily engaged at the time--and suddenly -wheeling in his chair and pointing to the boy, said in a tone that made -Hadley start: - -“Is this the young man you want, Master Holdness?” - -“I reckon he’ll do, Gin’ral--if he can be spared,” Lafe replied, with -the usual queer twist to his thin lips. “He’s gettin’ more important -around here than a major-gin’ral, I hear; but ef things wont go quite -ter rack an’ ruin without him for a few days, I guess I’ll take him -with me on this little ja’nt.” - -Hadley blushed redly, but knew better than to grow angry over Lafe’s -mild sarcasm. His Excellency seemed to understand both the scout and -his youthful friend pretty well. “I have a high opinion of Master -Morris,” he said, kindly. “Take care of him, Holdness. It is upon such -young men as he that we most earnestly depend. Some of us older ones -may not live to see the end of this war, and the younger generation -must live to carry it on.” - -Hadley did not think him austere now; his eyes were sad and his face -worn and deeply lined. Not alone did the rank and file of the American -army suffer physically during that awful winter; many of the officers -went hungry, too, and it was whispered that often Washington’s own -dinner was divided among the hollow-eyed men who guarded his person and -sentineled the road leading to the little stone cottage. - -Lafe nodded to the boy and they withdrew. On the road outside the scout -placed his hand upon Hadley’s shoulder. “Had, that’s a great man in -yonder,” said he, in his homely way. “You ’n’ I don’t know how great -he is; but there’ll come folks arter us that will. He’s movin’ heaven -an’ airth ter git rations for this army an’ they aint one of us suffers -that he don’t feel it.” - -[Illustration: “HADLEY UNTIED HIS HORSE.”] - -Hadley untied his horse and they went on in silence until they came -to the sheds behind an old country inn not far from headquarters. -Here Holdness had left his great covered wagon and team of sturdy -draught horses. Despite the condition of affairs in the territory -about Philadelphia, the scout retained his character of teamster and -continued to go in and come out of the city as he pleased. How he -allayed the suspicions of the British was known only to himself; but, -evidently, General Washington trusted him implicitly. - -Hadley, as they drove slowly through the camp, gave Black Molly over -into Captain Prentice’s care. Not until they were beyond the picket -lines of the Americans entirely did Holdness offer any explanation -of the work before them. “We’re goin’ ter stop at a place an’ take a -load of grain into Philadelphy,” he began. “I ’greed ter do this last -week. I aint sayin’ but I’d like ter turn about an’ cart it inter -aout lines; but that can’t be. The man ’at owns it is a Tory an’ he’s -shippin’ his grain inter town so as to save it from the ’Mericans. He’s -got his convictions, same’s we’ve got ourn; ’taint so bad for him to -sell ter them Britishers as it is for some o’ these folks ’t claim ter -have the good of the cause at heart, an’ yet won’t take scrip fer their -goods.” - -When they came to the farmer’s in question the great wagon was heavily -loaded with sacks of grain. Hadley, who had so plainly seen the need -of such commodity in the American camp, suggested that they take a -roundabout way and deliver the sacks of grain to their friends instead -of to the British, without the Tory being any the wiser. “And spile my -game?” cried Lafe, with a chuckle. “I guess not. Reckon His Excellency -wouldn’t thank us for that. I’m wuth more to him takin’ the stuff into -Philadelphy than the grain would be. We’re goin’ in there to git some -information. Hadley, my son--this ain’t no pleasure ja’nt.” - -“But what can I do?” queried the boy. - -“What you’re told--and I reckon you’ve l’arned that already with -Gin’ral Wayne. A boy like yeou can git ’round ’mongst folks without -being suspicioned better’n me. It’s whispered, Hadley, that them -Britishers contemplate making a sortie on aour camp. You know the state -we’re in--God help us!--an’ if the British mean to attack we must know -it and be ready for them. Every crumb of information you can pick -up must be treasured. I’ll take ye to Jothan Pye an’ you can be an -apprentice of his. He kin git you access to the very houses in which -some o’ them big bugs is quartered. If plans are really laid for an -attack, you’ll hear whispers of it. Them whispers yeou’ll give to me, -sonny. D’ye understand?” - -Hadley nodded. He understood what was expected of him; also he -understood that the mission would be perilous. But he had been in -danger before, and he did not lack some measure of confidence in -himself now. - -The huge wagon rumbled on toward the British lines. When they were -halted, Lafe managed to give such a good account of himself that he -was allowed to pass through with little questioning, for the grain -was assigned to the quartermaster’s department. Hadley was simply -considered a country bumpkin who had come into town to see the sights. -Soon the old scout and the boy separated, Hadley making his way swiftly -to the Quaker’s habitation near the Indian Queen, where good Mistress -Pye welcomed him warmly. - -Friend Pye was a merchant and dealt in such foreign -commodities--particularly in West India goods--as were in demand among -the British officers. As previously noted, the Quaker had lived so -circumspectly in the city throughout the war that his loyalty to the -king was considered unshaken by his Tory neighbors, and yet he was so -retiring and so worthy a man that the Whigs had not considered him a -dangerous enemy. - -If anybody noted, during these cold days of middle winter, that Friend -Pye had a new ’prentice boy, it was not particularly remarked. The -gossip of the camp and, indeed, all conversation was tinged with -military life and happenings. Friend Pye’s young man carried goods to -the Norris house where My Lord Rawdon--that swarthy, haughty nobleman, -both hated and feared by all who came in contact with him--was -quartered, and even to Peter Reeves’ house on Second Street, where Lord -Cornwallis held a miniature court. Hadley was, in his new duties, quick -and obliging. The British officers often remarked that, for a country -bumpkin, Pye’s apprentice was marvelously polite and possessed some -grace and gentleness. But all the time Hadley Morris was keeping both -his eyes and ears open, and when Holdness came to the Quaker’s house -under cover of the night, he told him all he had heard and seen, even -to details which seemed to him quite worthless. - -“Ye never know how important little things may be,” Holdness had told -him. “It’s the little things that sometimes turn aout ter be of th’ -greatest value. Stick to it, Had.” - -But, one day, Hadley experienced something of a shock--indeed, two -of them. He was walking through Spruce Street, carrying a bundle -with which his employer had entrusted him to deliver at an officer’s -residence, when a carriage came slowly toward him. It was a very -fine coach--much finer than any he had observed in Philadelphia thus -far--and it was drawn by a pair of magnificent horses. The horses were -bay, and before many moments the boy, with a start, recognized them. -His eyes flew from the handsome team to the coachman, perched on the -high seat. - -The bays were the same he had seen so often while Colonel Creston -Knowles was a guest at the Three Oaks Inn, and the driver was William, -the silent Cockney. The coach window was wide open and Hadley could -see within. There, on the silken cushions, was seated Mistress Lillian -herself! The boy stared, stopping on the edge of the walk in his -surprise. Of course, he might have expected to find the British officer -and his daughter here, yet he was amazed, nevertheless. - -But he was evidently not the only person astonished. Lillian saw him. -She leaned from the carriage window and, for an instant, he thought -she was about to call to him. Then she glanced up at the driver’s seat -and said something to William. At once the bays began to trot and the -carriage rolled swiftly past. But Hadley had looked up at the driver, -too, and for the first time saw and recognized the person sitting -beside William on the high perch. - -William was gorgeous in a maroon livery: the person beside him was -in livery, also, and evidently acted as footman. But, despite his -gay apparel, Hadley recognized this footman instantly. It was Alonzo -Alwood, and as he gazed after the retreating carriage, the American -youth was conscious that Lon had twisted around in his seat and was -staring at him with scowling visage. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - - -In the Florida Everglades - -By William A. Stimpson - - -“Good-by, fellows; don’t expect me back before supper time.” Waving his -hand to his friends, Alfred Whyte pushed the bateau into the water, -took his seat in the centre, and with a few strong, even strokes of the -paddle sent the frail craft out of sight around a bend in the stream. - -It was on the edge of the Florida Everglades, those low, marshy tracts -of swamp land that cover the whole of the lower end of the peninsula. -Two New York boys, Willard King and Marvin Stebbins, had homesteaded a -claim in the heart of the morass and were engaged in growing tomatoes -for the northern markets. Alfred, a former schoolmate, was spending a -few weeks with them in their southern home. - -The piece of land upon which the two northerners had settled was about -fifty acres in extent. It rose, island-like, from out the midst of -the network of little creeks and streams that crisscrossed in every -direction and made a veritable land-and-water spider’s web of that part -of the State. - -The tomato plants were set out in February and now, the first of April, -the tomatoes had begun to turn red and were large enough to be picked. -They had to be handled very carefully, wrapped in tissue paper, and -packed in light wooden crates, so as to permit the process of ripening -to be completed on the trip north. Picking and packing them was tedious -and took considerable time. Both the young truck farmers had their -hands full, and when a flock of wild ducks flew overhead on their way -to the feeding grounds half a mile further inland, they merely directed -a passing glance upward and then, stifling their sportsmen’s instinct, -turned to their work again. - -All the morning the wild fowl could be heard thrashing about in the -tall grass at the lagoon, and both King and Stebbins were sorely -tempted several times to slip up stream in the hope of bagging a -couple. But the steamer on which they intended shipping their produce -sailed from Lincoln, fifteen miles east, the next afternoon, and by -working persistently until dark they could hardly get their crop ready -for an early start on the following morning for the river town. - -“If neither of you fellows can spare the time to go duck shooting, why -can’t I paddle up there and try a shot or two?” asked Alfred, late in -the afternoon. - -“All the reason in the world, Al,” replied King. “No one except a -native, or a person who has lived here as long as we have, can traverse -this swamp in safety. Why, before you reach the lake where the ducks -are you will pass eight or ten little streams, any one of which you are -just as likely to enter as to keep on up the main channel. We’re afraid -you’ll get lost, Al. Don’t you think so?” he asked, turning to Stebbins. - -“But I’ve been all around there with you fellows,” explained Alfred, -trying in vain to conceal his disappointment. “I’ve been up to the -lake, too, and I know the main stream perfectly well. I’m going to try -it, for I must have some roast duck.” - -Both the boys tried to dissuade him from the undertaking, but he -was insistent, and finally they gave a reluctant consent. Realizing -fully his lack of acquaintance with the swamp, Whyte paid particular -attention to his surroundings as he paddled on, fearing that he might -turn into one of those little side streams of which King had warned him. - -Suddenly, ahead of him, he saw the ducks. Paddling noiselessly, -scarcely rippling the water as he passed through, he got within range -of the flock without alarming them. Bang! bang! went both barrels of -his twelve-bore, and at the reports the ducks rose from the water with -a loud whirr. One bird was wounded and lagged behind the others. It -fluttered along a hundred yards or so, then sank in a clump of marsh -grass, took wing again, but went less than ten yards, when it turned a -somersault in the air and dropped. - -A few strokes of the paddle carried the bateau close to where the bird -had fallen, but when he reached the spot Whyte found that a stretch -of marsh lay between the edge of the water and his prize. He tried to -reach the duck with the paddle but could not do so. It was a fine, fat -bird, as he could plainly see, but it lay beyond his reach. - -“Just my luck,” he muttered, after several unsuccessful attempts to -reach the bird. “I wonder if those hummocks will hold me,” noticing the -tufts of thick, coarse grass that dotted the morass in every direction. - -The hummocks looked firm enough to bear his weight, so pushing the prow -of the boat as far into the edge of the bank as he could, he stepped -out and tried the first one. It was solid and unyielding. Certain, -then, that his plan was a feasible one, he sprang to the next hummock -and on until he had the bird in his hand. In returning, he rested too -much weight upon one of the tufts of thick grass. The treacherous mud -gave way, his foot slipped, and down he went into the black ooze up to -his thighs. - -With an exclamation of impatience, he endeavored to withdraw his feet -and legs. They stuck fast. He tried a second time, but the mud held -him as in a vise. Putting forth all his strength and seizing several -blades of the long, coarse grass within his reach, he tried his best -to extricate himself, but to his dismay he found the sticky mud to be -as unyielding as quicksand. What was worse, when he ceased his efforts -he discovered that he had sunk deeper in the mire and was now embedded -nearly up to his breast. - -Thoroughly frightened, he remained perfectly passive and began to -think. He realized that he was in a serious predicament, held a -prisoner, as he was, in the black, slimy mud of the swamp, and it -was cold there, too. His gun lay within reach, and, resting the arm -lengthwise, he made another attempt to release himself, but his efforts -were unavailing. The gun sank in the ooze, and in extracting it he -found that his exertions had caused him to sink several inches deeper. -The top of the mud now reached to his armpits. - -He glanced at the sun, and, seeing it low in the west, was comforted. -King and Stebbins, becoming alarmed at his non-appearance, would soon -be setting out to look for him, he thought, if they were not already -doing so. His eyes wandered towards the opposite bank, and he was -struck with its unfamiliar appearance. Instead of the low, flat marsh -that lined that side of the stream, as he well knew, he was looking -upon a patch of higher land similar to the one upon which King and -Stebbins had their home. It dawned upon him then for the first time -that he had left the main channel. - -As the realization of his true position came home to him, hope died. -Thinking that he was somewhere along the stream, he had felt sure of -rescue, but his discovery altered the situation completely. How far out -of his true course he was he had no way of knowing, and the thought of -the awful days and nights that would pass while he stood there dying, -if the mud did not eventually bury him and make his death even a more -horrible one, was far from pleasant. - -Frantically he struggled to free himself, but he was held fast as -though he had been shackled in irons, and his struggles only left him -exhausted. Great beads of perspiration stood out on his brow. His mouth -was dry and parched and his head began to swim. He felt that he was -losing his reason, but he pulled himself together with a herculean -effort. His legs and feet were cold and numb, and the keen night wind -nipped his ears and nose cruelly. The mud under his arms had begun to -freeze, and unless he kept breaking it continually with his hands, a -stiff crust would form at the top. - -He racked his brain to devise some plan of escape from his terrible -position, but could think of nothing except to shout. That, he -supposed, would only be a waste of energy, but he must do something. -Gathering himself together, he essayed to call, but his mouth was so -parched that his voice did not penetrate further than ten yards. He -tried again, and this time found himself shouting louder. Again and -again he shouted until his voice echoed and re-echoed through the -everglades. - -As the sounds died away his ear caught a faint call that seemed like -an answer to his own. Flushed with hope, he shouted again and then -strained his ears to listen. But silence, broken only by the twittering -of the night birds, reigned about him. - -Once more he shouted, and again he thought he heard a reply, or was it -an echo of his own voice? The ordeal was too much for him, and with a -groan his head drooped and he lost consciousness. - -With King and Stebbins the time passed until sundown before they -realized how late it was, and then they dropped their work and looked -along the stream in the direction taken by their guest. - -“It is nearly seven o’clock, Marvin,” remarked King, consulting his -watch. “Al said he would be back by supper time, and here it is an hour -after. I believe he’s lost.” - -“If that’s the case, we must find him before dark, or he’ll have to -stay in the swamp all night,” said Stebbins. - -Both young men were hurrying towards the boat landing as they spoke. -“Maybe he’ll row around there a week before he finds his way out,” -declared King. - -Stepping into the remaining boat, they both seized a paddle and sent -the light skiff whirling along towards the lake, keeping a sharp -lookout for any signs of the missing boat. “He promised not to go -further than the lake,” said Stebbins, as they reached a point where -the stream began to widen. “Let’s course over some of those creeks back -there,” indicating a part of the swamp in the rear of their island -home. - -The boat’s prow was accordingly turned in that direction, and they -had proceeded but a few yards when King’s ear detected a faint call -somewhere in the distance. It was so low and indistinct that he was -unable to tell from what direction it came, but shouted loudly in -answer. - -“Did you hear anything?” asked Stebbins, whose hearing was not so keen. - -“I thought I did,” answered King, “and shouted in the hope that it -might be Alfred. He’s certainly out of the channel and is calling us. -Halloo! halloo! we’re coming! Where are you?” he shouted. - -The boys rested a moment or two and listened for a reply. None came. -“We don’t know which way to go,” said King. “Let’s go south on a -venture.” - -“Call again,” said Stebbins, after they had been paddling for a few -minutes. King did so, and in answer came a faint shout that both boys -heard. “We’re right, keep on straight ahead,” said King, excitedly. -“Where are you?” he called, but they did not receive any further answer. - -They paddled an eighth of a mile along this course, calling constantly -without seeing anything of the person for whom they were looking. -“Strange he doesn’t answer us,” remarked Stebbins, thoughtfully. “I’m -afraid something’s happened to him.” - -King said nothing, but kept peering ahead into the gathering -gloom. Darkness had fallen by this time and objects were hardly -distinguishable. Rounding a bend in the stream, they suddenly saw a -boat--the one in which Alfred had rowed away--drawn up on the bank. -With a shout the boys pushed ahead with rapid strokes. “Alfred, where -are you?” they called. As there was no response, they backed water, and -bringing their bateau to a stop, looked with blanched faces into the -empty boat. - -“Where can he be?” muttered Stebbins. - -“Look there! look there!” exclaimed King, rising in the skiff and -nearly upsetting it. - -Stebbins followed the direction indicated, and saw what appeared to be -a man’s head upright on the ground. - -“It’s Alfred, and he’s fast in the mud,” exclaimed Stebbins, grasping -the situation. “He’s dead!” he groaned. - -Without further words, the boat was driven to the bank, and, stepping -on the very hummocks that had supported Whyte, they reached his side. -“Quick, Stebbins, get your paddle under his left arm; I will do the -same on my side,” said King, and, working together, they succeeded in -raising the apparently lifeless form from its position. In another -moment they had placed the unfortunate youth in the boat beside them, -and while one sent the skiff skimming towards home, the other rubbed -and chafed the cold hands and feet. At last they were rewarded by -seeing the eyes open and feeling the heart beat faintly. - -By the time the party reached the house, Whyte was himself again, but -so weak and sick that he had to be carried from the landing and put -to bed. A doctor was brought from Lincoln the next day and left some -medicine and a few directions, but Alfred’s robust health and good -constitution did more for him than all the pills and powders, and in a -few days he had recovered from all traces of his terrible experience, -except the memory of it. That will stay with him always. - - - - -Audubon at Bird Rock - - -An interesting account, showing the numbers in which birds often live -together, is the following, written by Audubon. The great ornithologist -was, at the time of writing, visiting Bird Rock, a little granite -island in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, so named from its only inhabitants, -birds, mostly of a species called Gannet. - -“About ten, a speck rose on the horizon, which I was told was the Rock. -We sailed well, the breeze increased fast, and we neared the object -apace. At eleven, I could distinguish its top plainly from the deck, -and thought it covered with snow to the depth of several feet. This -appearance existed on every portion of the flat, projecting shelves. -Godwin (the guide) said, with the coolness of a man who had visited -this rock for successive seasons, that what we saw was not snow, but -Gannets. I rubbed my eyes, took my spy-glass, and in an instant the -strangest picture stood before me. They were birds we saw--a mass of -birds of such size as I never before cast my eyes on. The whole of my -party stood astounded and amazed, and all came to the conclusion that -such a sight was of itself sufficient to invite anyone to come across -the gulf to view it at this season. The nearer we approached, the -greater our surprise at the enormous number of these birds, all calmly -seated on their eggs or newly-hatched brood, their heads all turned to -the windward and toward us. The air above for a hundred yards, and for -the same distance around the Rock, was filled with Gannets on the wing, -which, from our position, made it appear as if a heavy fall of snow -was directly above us. The whole surface (of the island) is perfectly -covered with nests, placed about two feet apart, in such regular order -that you may look through the lines as you would look through those of -a planted patch of sweet potatoes or cabbages. When one reaches the -top, the birds, alarmed, rise with a noise like thunder, and fly off in -such a hurried, fearful confusion as to throw each other down, often -falling on each other until there is a bank of them many feet high.” - -This was in 1833. If Audubon could visit the island now, how he would -find the “snows” melted. There is to-day not a single Gannet nesting on -the top of the rock. On the ledges and in the crannies about its sides, -the birds still dwell in great numbers, even in thousands, but not in -the countless myriads of the past. - - - - -A DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST - -By Evelyn Raymond - - -CHAPTER XVIII - -In the Hour of Darkness - - -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. But finally, after many weeks, the uncle decides, - because of reasons which will be known later, that it would - be better for Margot if Adrian left them. Accordingly, - he puts the matter before the young man, who, although - reluctant to leave his new friends, volunteers to go. Under - the guidance of Pierre Ricord, a young Indian, the lad sets - out for the nearest settlement. After many adventures, - including a narrow escape from the dangerous rapids, in - which the travelers lost the canoe and nearly all their - possessions, the two reach Donovan’s, their destination. - Here they separate, Adrian going straight to New York and - the home which he left seemingly so long ago. We leave him - on the threshold of his father’s city mansion, wondering - what welcome there will be for the prodigal. Pierre returns - to Peace Island, where, with Margot and her uncle, we again - take up the story. - -“No sign yet?” - -“No sign.” Margot’s tone was almost hopeless. Day after day, many times -each day, she had climbed the pine-tree flagstaff and peered into the -distance. Not once had anything been visible, save that wide stretch of -forest and the shining lake. - -“Suppose you cross again, to Old Joe’s. He might be back by this time. -I’ll fix you a bite of dinner, and you better, maybe--” - -The girl shook her head and clasped her arms about old Angelique’s -neck. Then the long repressed grief burst forth in dry sobs that shook -them both, and pierced the housekeeper’s faithful heart with a pain -beyond endurance. - -“Pst! pouf! Hush, sweetheart, hush! ’Tis nought. A few days more, -and the master will be well. A few days more, and Pierre will come. -Ah! but I had my hands about his ears this minute. That would teach -him--yes--to turn his back on duty--him. The ingrate! Well, what the -Lord sends the body must bear, and if the broken glass--” - -Margot lifted her head, shook back her hair, and smiled wanly. The -veriest ghost of her old smile it was, yet, even such, a delight to the -other’s eyes. - -“Good. That’s right. Rouse up. There’s a wing of a fowl in the -cupboard, left from the master’s broth--” - -“Angel, he didn’t touch it, to-day. Not even touch it.” - -“’Tis naught. When the fever is on the appetite is gone. Will be all -right once that is over.” - -“But, will it be over? Day after day, just the same. Always that -tossing to and fro, the queer, jumbled talk, the growing thinner--all -of the dreadful signs of how he suffers. Angelique, if I could bear -it for him. I am so young and strong and worth nothing to this world, -while he’s so wise and good. Everybody who ever knew him must be the -better for Uncle Hughie, Angelique.” - -“’Tis truth. For that, the good God will spare him to us. Of that be -sure.” - -“But I pray and pray and pray, and there comes no answer. He is never -any better. You know that. You can’t deny it. Always before, when I -have prayed, the answer has come swift and sure; but now--” - -“Take care, Margot. ’Tis not for us to judge the Lord’s strange ways. -Else were not you and me and the master shut up alone on this island, -with no doctor near, and only our two selves to keep the dumb things in -comfort. Though, as for dumbness, hark yonder beast!” - -“Reynard! Oh! I forgot. I shut him up because he would hang around the -house and watch your poor chickens. If he’d stay in his own forest, -now, I would be so glad. Yet I love him--” - -“Aye, and he loves you. Be thankful. Even a beastie’s love is of God’s -sending. Go feed him. Here--the wing you’ll not eat yourself.” - -They were dark days now on the once sunny Island of Peace. - -That day when Mr. Dutton had said, “Your father is still alive,” -seemed now to Margot, looking back, as one of such experiences as -change a whole life. Up till that morning she had been a thoughtless, -unreflecting child, but the utterance of those fateful words altered -everything. - -Amazement, unbelief of what her ears told her, indignation that she -had been so long deceived, as she put it, were swiftly followed by a -dreadful fear. Even while he spoke, the woodlander’s figure swayed and -trembled, the hoe-handle on which he rested wavered and fell, and he, -too, would have fallen had not the girl’s arms caught and eased his -sudden sinking in the furrow he had worked. Her shrill cry of alarm had -reached Angelique, always alert for trouble and then more than ever, -and had brought her swiftly to the field. Between them they had carried -the now unconscious man within and laid him on his bed. He had never -risen from it since; nor, in her heart, did Angelique believe he ever -would, though she so stoutly asserted to the contrary before Margot. - -“We have changed places, Angelique, dear,” the child often said. “It -used to be you who was always croaking and looking for trouble. Now you -see only brightness.” - -“Well, good sooth. ’Tis a long lane has no turnin’, and better late -nor never. Sometimes ’tis well to say, ‘Stay, good trouble, lest worser -comes,’ eh? But things’ll mend. They must. Now, run and climb the tree. -It might be this ver’ minute that wretch, Pierre, was on his way across -the lake. Pouf! but he’ll stir his lazy bones, once he touches this -shore! Yes, yes, indeed. Run and hail him, maybe.” - -So Margot had gone, again and again, and had returned to sit beside her -uncle’s bed, anxious and watchful. - -Often, also, she had paddled across the narrows and made her way -swiftly to a little clearing on her uncle’s land, where, among giant -trees, old Joseph Wills, the Indian guide, and faithful friend of all -on Peace Island, made one of his homes. Once Mr. Dutton had nursed -this red man through a dangerous illness, and had kept him in his old -home for many weeks thereafter. He would have been the very nurse they -now needed, in their turn, could he have been found. But his cabin was -closed, and on its doorway, under the family sign-picture of a turtle -on a rock, he had printed, in dialect, what signified his departure for -a long hunting trip. - -Now, as Angelique advised, she resolved to try once more; and, hurrying -to the shore, pushed her canoe into the water and paddled swiftly away. -She had taken the neglected Reynard with her, and Tom had invited -himself to be a party of the trip; and in the odd but sympathetic -companionship Margot’s spirits rose again. - -“It must be as Angelique says. The long lane will turn. Why have I been -so easily discouraged? I never saw my precious uncle ill before, and -that is why I have been so frightened. I suppose anybody gets thin and -says things when there is fever. But he’s troubled about something. -He wants to do something that neither of us understand. Unless--oh! I -believe I do understand. My head is clearer out here on the water, and -I know, I know! It is just about the time of year when he goes away on -those long trips of his. And we’ve been so anxious we never remembered. -That’s it. Surely it is. Then, of course, Joe will be back now or soon. -He always stays on the island when uncle goes, and he’ll remember. -Oh! I’m brighter already, and I guess, I believe, it is as Angelique -claims--God won’t take away so good a man as uncle and leave me alone. -Though I am not alone. I have a father! I have a father somewhere, if I -only knew--all in good time--and I’m growing gladder and gladder every -minute.” - -She could even sing to the stroke of her paddle, and she skimmed the -water with increasing speed. Whatever the reason for her growing -cheerfulness, whether the reaction of youth or a prescience of -happiness to come, the result was the same; she reached the further -shore flushed and eager-eyed, more like the old Margot than she had -been for many days. - -“Oh! he’s there. He is at home. There is smoke coming out of the -chimney. Joseph! Oh, Joseph! Joseph!” - -She did not even stop to take care of her canoe, but left it to drift -whither it would. Nothing mattered, Joseph was at home. He had canoes -galore, and he was help indeed. - -She was quite right. The old man came to his doorway and waited her -arrival with apparent indifference, though surely no human heart could -have been unmoved by such unfeigned delight. Catching his unresponsive -hands in hers, she cried: - -“Come at once, Joseph! At once.” - -“Does not the master trust his friend? It is the time to come. -Therefore, I am here.” - -“Of course. I just thought about that. But, Joseph, the master is ill. -He knows nothing any more. If he ever needed you, he needs you doubly -now. Come, come at once.” - -Then, indeed, though there was little outward expression of it, was -old Joseph moved. He stopped for nothing, but leaving his fire burning -on the hearth and his supper cooking before it, went out and closed -the door. Even Margot’s nimble feet had ado to keep pace with his long -strides, and she had to spring before him to prevent his pushing off -without her. - -“No, no. I’m going with you. Here--I’ll tow my own boat, with Tom and -Reynard--don’t you squabble, pets--but I’ll paddle no more while you’re -here to do it for me.” - -Joseph did not answer, but he allowed her to seat herself where she -pleased, and with one strong movement sent his big birch a long -distance over the water. - -Margot had never made the passage so swiftly, but the motion suited her -exactly; and she leaped ashore almost before it was reached, to speed -up the hill and call out to Angelique wherever she might be: - -“All is well! All will now be well--Joseph has come.” - -The Indian reached the house but just behind her and acknowledged -Angelique’s greeting with a sort of grunt; yet he paused not at all to -ask the way or if he might enter the master’s room, passing directly -into it as if by right. - -Margot followed him, cautioning, with finger on lip, anxious lest her -patient should be shocked and harmed by the too-sudden appearance of -the visitor. - -Then, and only then, when her beloved child was safely out of sight, -did Angelique throw her apron over her head and give her own despairing -tears free vent. She was spent and very weary; but help had come; and -in the revulsion of that relief nature gave way. Her tears ceased, her -breath came heavily, and the poor woman slept, the first refreshing -slumber of an unmeasured time. - -When she waked, at length, Joseph was crossing the room. The fire -had died out, twilight was falling, she was conscious of duties left -undone. Yet there was light enough left for her to scan the Indian’s -impassive face with keen intensity; and though he turned neither to the -right nor left, but went out with no word or gesture to satisfy her -craving, she felt that she had had her answer. - -“Unless a miracle is wrought, my master is doomed. Oh, the broken -glass--the broken glass!” - - -CHAPTER XIX - -THE LETTER - -From the moment of his entrance to the sick room, old Joe assumed all -charge of it, and with scant courtesy banished from it both Angelique -and Margot. - -“But he is mine, my own precious uncle. Joe has no right to keep me -out!” protested Margot, vehemently. - -Angelique was wiser. “In his own way, among his own folks, that Indian -good doctor. Leave him be. Yes. If my master can be save’, Joe Wills’ll -save him. That’s as God plans; but if I hadn’t broke--” - -“Angelique! Don’t you ever, ever let me hear that dreadful talk again. -I can’t bear it. I don’t believe it. I won’t hear it. I will not. Do -you suppose that our dear Lord is--will--” - -She could not finish her sentence and Angelique was frightened by the -intensity of the girl’s excitement. Was she, too, growing feverish -and ill? But Margot’s outburst had worked off some of her own -uncomprehended terror, and she grew calm again. Though it had not been -put into so many words, she knew both from Angelique’s and Joseph’s -manner that they anticipated but one end to her guardian’s illness. She -had never seen death, except among the birds and beasts of the forest, -and even then it had been horrible to her; and that this should come -into her own happy home was unbearable. - -Then she reflected. Hugh Dutton’s example had been her instruction, and -she had never seen him idle. At times when he seemed most so, sitting -among his books, or gazing silently into the fire, his brain had been -active over some problem that perplexed or interested him. “Never -hasting, never wasting” time, nor thought, nor any energy of life. That -was his rule, and she would make it hers. - -“I can, at least, make things more comfortable out-of-doors. Angelique -has let even Snowfoot suffer, sometimes, for want of the grooming and -care she’s always had. The poultry, too, and the poor garden. I’m glad -I’m strong enough to rake and hoe, even if I couldn’t lift Uncle as Joe -does.” - -Her industry brought its own reward. Things outside the house took on a -more natural aspect. The weeds were cleared away, and both vegetables -and flowers lifted their heads more cheerfully. Snowfoot showed the -benefit of the attention she received, and the forgotten family in the -Hollow chattered and gamboled in delight at the reappearance among them -of their indulgent mistress. Margot herself grew lighter of heart and -more positive that, after all, things would end well. - -“You see, Angelique dismal, we might as well take that broken glass -sign to mean good things as evil; that uncle will soon be up and -around again, Pierre be at home; and the ‘specimen’ from the old cave -prove copper or something just as rich, and--everybody be as happy as a -king.” - -Angelique grunted her disbelief, but was thankful for the other’s -lighter mood. - -“Well, then, if you’ve so much time and strength to spare, go yonder -and redde up the room that Adrian left so untidy. Where he never should -have been, had I my own way, but one never has that in this world; hey, -no. Indeed, no. Ever’thin’ goes contrary, else I’d have cleared away -all trace long sin’. Yes, indeed, yes.” - -“Well, he is gone. There’s no need to abuse him, even if he did not -have the decency to say good-by. Though, I suppose it was my uncle put -a stop to that. What Uncle has to do he does at once. There’s never any -hesitation about Uncle. But I wish--I wish--Angelique Ricord, do you -know something? Do you know all the history of this family?” - -“Why should I not, eh?” demanded the woman, indignantly. “Is it not my -own family, yes? What is Pierre but one son? I love him, oh, yes! But--” - -[Illustration: “WHERE IS MY FATHER?”] - -“You adore him, bad and trying as he is. But there is something you -must tell me, if you know it. Maybe you do not. I did not, till that -awful morning when he was taken ill. But that very minute he told me -what I had never dreamed. I was angry; for a moment I almost hated him -because he had deceived me, though afterward I knew that he had done -it for the best and would tell me why when he could. So I’ve tried to -trust him just the same and be patient. But--he may never be able--and -I must know. Angelique, where is my father?” - -The housekeeper was so startled that she dropped the plate she was -wiping and broke it. Yet even at that fresh omen of disaster she could -not remove her gaze from the girl’s face nor banish the dismay of her -own. - -“He told--you--that--that--” - -“That my father is still alive. He would, I think, have told me more; -all that there may be yet to tell, if he had not so suddenly been -stricken. Where is my father?” - -“Oh, child, child! Don’t ask me. It is not for me--” - -“If Uncle cannot and you can, and there is no other person, -Angelique--you must!” - -“This much, then. It is in a far, far away city, or town, or place, he -lives. I know not, I. This much I know: he is good, a ver’ good man. -And he have enemies. Yes. They have done him much harm. Some day, in -many years, maybe, when you have grown a woman, old like me, he will -come to Peace Island and forget. That is why we wait. That is why the -master goes, once each summer, on the long, long trip. When Joseph -comes, and the bad Pierre to stay. I, too, wait to see him, though I -never have. And when he comes, we must be ver’ tender, me and you, for -people who have been done wrong to, they--they--pouf! ’Twas anger I was -that the master could put the evil-come into that room, yes.” - -“Angelique! Is that my father’s room? Is it? Is that why there are the -very best things in it? And that wonderful picture? And the fresh suits -and clothing? Is it?” - -Angelique slowly nodded. She had been amazed to find that Margot knew -thus much of a long-withheld history, and saw no harm in adding these -few facts. The real secret, the heart of the matter--that was not yet. -Meanwhile, let the child accustom herself to the new ideas, and so be -prepared for what she must certainly and further learn, should the -master’s illness be a fatal one. - -“Oh, then, hear me. That room shall always now be mine to care for. I -haven’t liked the housewifery, not at all. But if I have a father and -I can do things for him--that alters everything. Oh! you can’t mean -that it will be so long before he comes. You must have been jesting. If -he knew Uncle was ill he would come at once, wouldn’t he? He would, I -know.” - -Poor Angelique turned her face away to hide its curious expression, but -in her new interest concerning the “friend’s room,” as it had always -been called, Margot did not notice this. She was all eagerness and -loving excitement. - -“To think that I have a father who may come, at any minute, for he -might, Angelique, you know that, and not be ready for him. Your best -and newest broom, please, and the softest dusters. That room shall, -indeed, be ‘redded’--though uncle says nobody but a few people like you -ever use that word, nowadays--better than anybody else could do it. -Just hurry, please, I must begin. I must begin right away.” - -She trembled so that she could hardly braid and pin up her long hair -out of the way, and her face had regained more than its old-time color. -She was content to let all that was still a mystery remain for the -present. She had enough to think about and enjoy. - -Angelique brought the things that would be needed and, for once, -forebore advice. Let love teach the child--she had nought to say. In -any case, she could not have seen the dust, herself, for her dark eyes -were misty with tears, and her thoughts on matters wholly foreign to -household cares. - -Margot opened the windows and began to dust the various articles which -could be set out in the wide passage, and did not come round to the -heavy dresser for some moments. As she did so finally, her glance flew -instantly to a bulky parcel, wrapped in sheets of white birch bark, and -bearing her own name, in Adrian’s handwriting. - -“Why, he did remember me, then!” she cried, delightedly, tearing the -package open. “Pictures! the very ones I liked the best. Xanthippé -and Socrates, and oh! that’s Reynard. Reynard, ready to speak. The -splendid, beautiful creature; and the splendid, generous boy, to have -given it. He called it his ‘masterpiece,’ and, indeed, it was by far -the best he ever did here. Harmony Hollow--but that’s not so fine. -However, he meant to make it like, and--why, here’s a note! Why didn’t -I come in here before? Why didn’t I think he would do something like -this? Forgive me, Adrian, wherever you are, for misjudging you so. I’m -sorry Uncle didn’t like you, and sorry--for lots of things. But I’m -glad--glad you weren’t so rude and mean as I believed. If I ever see -you, I’ll tell you so. Now, I’ll put these in my own room and then get -to work again. This room you left so messed shall be as spotless as a -snowflake before I’ve done with it.” - -For hours she labored there--brushing, renovating, polishing; and when -all was finished she called Angelique to see and criticise--if she -could. But she could not; and she, too, had something now of vital -importance to impart. - -“It is beautiful’ done, yes, yes. I couldn’t do it more clean myself, -I, Angelique, no. But, ma p’tite I hear, hear, and be calm! The master -is himself! The master has awoke, yes, and is askin’ for his child. -True, true. Old Joe, he says, ‘Come! quick, soft, no cry, no laugh, -just listen.’ Yes. Oh, now all will be well!” - -Margot almost hushed her very breathing. Her uncle awake, sane, asking -for her. Her face was radiant, flushed, eager, a face to brighten the -gloom of any sick room, however dark. - -But this one was not dark. Joe knew his patient’s fancies. He had -forgotten none. One of them was the sunshine and fresh air; and though -in his heart he believed that these two things did a world of harm, -and that the ill-ventilated and ill-lighted cabins of his own people -were more conducive to recovery, he opposed nothing which the master -desired. He had experimented, at first, but finding a close room -aggravated Mr. Dutton’s fever, reasoned that it was too late to break -up the foolish habits of a man’s lifetime; and as the woodlander had -lived in the sunlight, so he would better die in it, and easier. - -If she had been a trained nurse, Margot could not have entered her -uncle’s presence more quietly, though it seemed to her that he must -hear the happy beating of her heart and how her breath came fast and -short. He was almost too weak to speak at all, but there was all the -old love, and more, in his whispered greeting. - -“My precious child!” - -“Yes, Uncle. And such a happy child because you are better.” - -She caught his hand and covered it with kisses, but softly, oh! so -softly, and he smiled the rare, sweet smile that she had feared she’d -never see again. Then he looked past her to Angelique, in the doorway, -and his eyes roved toward his desk in the corner. A little fanciful -desk that held only his most sacred belongings and had been Margot’s -mother’s. It was to be hers, some day, but not till he had done with -it, and she had never cared to own it, since doing so meant that he -could no longer use it. Now she watched him and Angelique wonderingly. - -For the woman knew exactly what was required. Without question or -hesitation, she answered the command of his eyes by crossing to the -desk and opening it with a key she took from her own pocket. Then she -lifted a letter from an inner drawer and gave it into his thin fingers. - -“Well done, good Angelique. Margot--the letter--is yours.” - -“Mine? I am to read it? Now? Here?” - -“No, no. No, no, indeed! Would you tire the master with the rustlin’ -of paper? Take it, else. Not here, where ever’thin’ must be still as -still.” - -Mr. Dutton’s eyes closed. Angelique knew that she had spoken for him, -and that the disclosure which that letter would make should be faced in -solitude. - -“Is she right, Uncle, dearest? Shall I take it away to read?” - -His eyes assented, and the tender, reassuring pressure of his hand. - -“Then I’m going to your own mountain top with it. To think of having a -letter from you, right here, at home! Why, I can hardly wait! I’m so -thankful to you for it, and so thankful to God that you are getting -well. That you will be soon; and then--why, then--we’ll go a-fishing!” - -A spasm of pain crossed the sick man’s wasted features, and poor -Angelique fled the place, forgetful of her own caution to “be still as -still,” and with her own dark face convulsed with grief for the grief -which the letter would bring to her idolized Margot. - -But the girl had already gone away up the slope, faster and faster. -Surely, a letter from nobody but her uncle, and at such a solemn time, -must concern but one subject--her father. Now she would know all, and -her happiness should have no limit. - -But it was nightfall when she, at last, came down from the mountain, -and though there were no signs of tears upon her face, neither was -there any happiness in it. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - - The heights by great men reached and kept - Were not attained by sudden flight; - But they, while their companions slept, - Were toiling upward in the night. - - --_Longfellow._ - - - - -STATE FLOWERS - -The following are the “State flowers,” as adopted by the several -States. In Maine, Michigan, and Oklahoma Territory the decision was -made by the Legislature, in the other cases by the votes of the -scholars in the public schools. - -Alabama, goldenrod; Arkansas, aster; California, California poppy; -Colorado, columbine; Delaware, peach blossom; Idaho, syringa; Iowa, -wild rose; Maine, pine cone and tassel; Michigan, apple blossom; -Minnesota, moccasin flower; Missouri, goldenrod; Montana, bitterroot; -Nebraska, goldenrod; New Jersey (State tree, maple); New York, rose -(State tree, maple); North Dakota, goldenrod; Oklahoma Territory, -mistletoe; Oregon, Oregon grape; Rhode Island, violet; Vermont, red -clover; Washington, rhododendron. In Kansas, the sunflower is usually -known as the State flower. - - * * * * * - -The largest bell in the world is the great bell at Moscow, at the foot -of the Kremlin. Its circumference is nearly 68 feet, and its height -more than 21 feet. It is 23 inches thick in its stoutest part, and -weighs 433,722 pounds. It has never been hung. - - - - -THE FLOWERLESS PLANTS - -By JULIA McNAIR WRIGHT - - -The year around and the world around, journey the plant pilgrims. Among -those perennials which are found in all latitudes and seasons are the -lichens and fungi. In September, while we wait for fruits and seeds to -finish ripening, let us make small studies in these related groups in -the vegetable sub-kingdom called the thallogens. - -This sub-kingdom, one of the chief divisions of the vegetable kingdom, -is known as the class thallophytes. It contains the simplest forms of -vegetable life. Its chief groups are the fungi and algæ, the lichens -being related to both, as if algæ and fungi had united in one plant, -dividing and somewhat changing the characteristic of each. - -At any period of the year you can find lichens in abundance. They -cover ragged rocks, dress up old roofs, walls, fence rails and dead -stumps, especially delighting in the north side of trees. If we examine -them through a magnifying glass, we shall see that they are made up -of cells, laid side by side like little chains of beads, or of cells -expanded into short tubes or threads lying like heaps of tiny fagots. -Instead of seeds, lichens have a fine dust, called spores, from which -they develop. - -Lichens are exceedingly long-lived and excessively slow of growth. -The lily attains its lovely maturity in a few months; the oaks, elms, -pines, become great trees in twenty or thirty years; the humble lichen -often lives forty or fifty years before it is old enough to complete -its growth by producing spores. Botanists say that the life of a lichen -is fitful and strange, and is practically indefinite as to duration. -Lichens simply live on and on. - -Some lichens have been known to live nearly fifty years without seeming -to grow; they appear to dry up, and nearly vanish; then, suddenly, -from some cause there is a revival of growth--they expand again. Small -and insignificant as these lichens are, they often outlive those -longest-lived of trees, the cedar of Lebanon and the California redwood. - -The condition of lichen existence is water, for from moisture alone, -in dew or rain, they secure their food. The carbon, oxygen, ammonia, -hydrogen, in air and rain, afford them their nourishment. The lichen -generally refuses to grow in foul air laden with noxious gases. In the -impure air of cities few appear, but they abound in the open country. -They absorb by all the surface, except the base by which they are -fastened to their place of dwelling. They have no roots, and simply -adhere to bare rocks, sapless wood, even to naked glass, from which -they can receive no nutriment whatever. - -In comparison with what is known of plants in general, our knowledge -of lichens is yet very limited. They seem to be made chiefly of a kind -of gelatin which exists in lichens only. Humble as they appear, they -have always been of large importance in arts and manufactures. They -produce exquisite dyes--a rich, costly purple, a valuable scarlet, many -shades of brown, and particularly splendid hues of blue and yellow are -obtained from these common little growths, which in themselves display -chiefly shades of black, gray green, varied with pink, red, and orange -cups, balls, and edges. - - -FUNGI - -While not so abundant as lichens, the fungi are well known everywhere. -We cannot claim, as for the lichens, that they are harmless, for many -are a virulent poison: others have a disgusting odor, and nearly all -are dangerous in their decay. On the other hand, many of them are -a useful, delicious food, and nearly all are beautiful when first -developed. Their variety, also, is very fascinating. - -[Illustration: THE FLOWERLESS PLANTS] - -In a walk of less than two miles in a wet summer, may be found twenty -different kinds of fungi--some no larger than a pea, some eight inches -in diameter. They may be round, oval, flat, cup-shaped, horn-shaped, -cushion-shaped, saucer-shaped; they are snow-white, gray, tan, yellow, -lavender, orange, dark brown, pink, crimson, purple, and variously -mottled, scaly or smooth as with varnish. Placed on a large platter -among dark green mosses, they will be, for one day, a magnificent -collection. - -One large, egg-shaped variety, growing in pairs, is of a purple shade, -very solid, and when broken open seems filled with glittering matter -like iron or steel filings. Another tan-colored, plum-shaped fungus, -firm and smooth, is of a nearly royal purple within. - -September is a good month for the study of fungi, especially after -the early fall rains, when the woods and pastures will be found -well-filled, not only with brilliant, useless, or poisonous varieties, -but with delicious edible kinds. Popularly, people call the edible -specimens “mushrooms,” and the rest “toadstools,” the number of -poisonous or of edible instances so named depending rather upon the -amount of knowledge of the collector than upon the real qualities of -the fungi, for many denominate as “toadstools” what others know to be -an excellent food. - -Many varieties not usually eaten are wholesome, and many which human -beings reject, other animals thrive upon. One large, brown “toadstool” -of the woods is, at this season of the year, the chief food of that -epicure, the wood-tortoise. - -In general a fungus may be defined as a thallophyte without any -chlorophyl or leaf-green in its composition. Among the brilliant colors -displayed by fungi no green or blue can be found. - -The most popular and most useful fungus is the table mushroom. This -rarely ever grows in the woods, in shade, on wet lands, or on decaying -stumps. It prefers the open, breezy, well-sunned pastures, where the -grass is kept short by the grazing of sheep or cattle. Early in the -morning or shortly before sunset, the dainty white or cream-colored -buttons, borne on snow-white stalks, push up through the soil and -gradually expand until the discs are flat or slightly convex. From two -to six inches is the diameter, seldom more than three. - -Varieties of the pasture mushroom are few and can readily be learned. -The mushroom is composed of stem and cap; the stem is finger-shaped, -with the roundish end in the earth. About half way up is usually a -ring of the covering skin, where, in the button shape, the veil of the -mushroom was attached. - -This veil extends over the cap and is left at the edge of a little -frill; it can be easily stripped off. Under the veil the flesh is -ivory-white, and is smooth and firm. - -The under side of the cap is laid in plaits, called gills, from their -resemblance to fish gills. They never grow fast to, or down upon, the -stem, usually stopping short off, about one-tenth of an inch from its -juncture with the cap. Mushrooms are cultivated in gardens or cellars. -They grow from spores or little finger-like lengths, called spawn, -which are produced by the spores. Mushrooms turn black or purplish -after the first twenty hours of growth. When the gills have taken this -dark hue, the mushroom is unfit to eat. - -Some fungi grow in very wet places; the woods are likely to be full of -them after a few rainy days. They are all short-lived. - - -INDEPENDENCE - -Although not new to some of our readers, we think the following -anecdote, illustrating one phase of Benjamin Franklin’s character, will -bear repeating: - -Not long after he began editing his newspaper, Franklin’s free manner -of criticism called forth the disapprobation of many of his patrons. -One of them in particular felt so greatly moved as to make it his duty -to tell him so. “The doctor listened with patience to the reproof, and -begged the favor of his friend’s company at supper on an evening which -he named; at the same time requesting that the other gentlemen who were -dissatisfied with him should attend. - -“When the guests arrived, the doctor received them cordially, and his -opinions were thoroughly criticised and much advice given. Supper -was at last announced and the guests invited into an adjoining room. -The doctor begged the party to be seated, and urged them to help -themselves: but the table was only supplied with two puddings and a -stone pitcher of water. Each guest had a plate, a spoon, and a bowl. -They were all helped, but none of them could eat. The doctor took -freely of the pudding, and urged the others to do the same; but it was -out of the question. They tasted and tried in vain. Upon inquiry, they -learned that the pudding was made of sawdust. - -“When the facetious host had made sure that they could not eat, he -rose and addressed them thus: ‘My friends, anyone who can subsist upon -sawdust pudding, as I can, needs no man’s patronage.’” - -The doctor’s life has proved his statement. The person who can adapt -himself to all circumstances and deny himself when necessary can attain -true independence. - - - - -WHIP-POOR-WILL - - - When the ev’ning shadows lengthen - Down the hill and ’cross the vale, - And the trees are imaged darkly - Where the river glimmers pale; - Then I love to sit and listen, - While the air is warm and still, - To a voice from out the poplars, - Crying softly, “Whip-poor-will!” - - Slowly, slowly creeps the twilight - From the east unto the west, - Till it fills the peaceful valley, - Sends the forest folk to rest; - All except a noisy fellow - In the poplars near the mill, - Whose demands are most insistent - For the punishment of “Will.” - - Soon the vale is dark and lonely, - Closed in sleep each drowsy eye; - Through the clouds the stars are peeping - For their watch tower in the sky; - Only winds that whisper softly, - In the poplars by the mill, - Listen to the night-bird calling, - Till the daybreak, “Whip-poor-will.” - - --_Geo. E. Winkler._ - - - - -LITTLE POLLY PRENTISS - -BY ELIZABETH LINCOLN GOULD - - -CHAPTER XVI - -IN THE BARN - - -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. In the meantime Miss Pomeroy - has inwardly decided that she will keep Polly with her, - but as yet she has not spoken to the little girl of her - intentions. - -While the old people at Manser Farm were reading Polly’s letter, the -little girl herself was listening with a sober face to a piece of news -which had come to Miss Pomeroy. It was eight o’clock--past Polly’s -bed-time--but she was so anxious to finish the wonderful story of the -Snow Queen that Miss Hetty had offered to read the last pages aloud. -She had reached the end only a moment before Hiram brought the mail. - -“Bobby--my little nephew--is coming here to spend Sunday on his way to -see another aunt, his mother’s sister,” said Miss Pomeroy, looking up -from her letter to Polly, who stood waiting to say good-night. “I’m -very glad, Mary, for I am sure you two children will enjoy each other, -you are both so quiet and fond of books. Perhaps we can persuade Bobby -to make us a longer visit on the way home.” - -That night and the next morning Polly stretched in Ebenezer’s fashion -until her little arms and legs ached. She made up her mind that she -would lose no opportunity for the next three days of performing this -gymnastic exercise or of hurrying on her growing likeness to Eleanor in -other ways. - -She sat for hours with Miss Pomeroy, sewing patchwork and listening to -stories of the old curiosities in the Indian cabinet that stood in the -parlor. They were interesting stories, but the room was kept very warm -because of Miss Hetty’s rheumatism which was troublesome just then, and -Polly’s head grew hot and tired as she sat quietly in the little chair -at Miss Pomeroy’s side. She ate as much as she possibly could at every -meal, and she did not speak of going out to walk in the afternoons -after her hour on the bed. - -“I shall be glad when I get over this stiffness, so we may have our -walks together again,” said Miss Pomeroy, when Friday night came. “I’m -afraid if it were not for me, Mary, you would not have enough outdoor -air. But I am glad you are so contented in the house, for it is very -pleasant to have a little companion while I am obliged to keep still so -much of the time.” - -Polly smiled affectionately at her, but the little girl’s heart was -heavy. She was listless in her movements except when under some one’s -eye, and felt a strange indifference to the things which had always -delighted her. - -“I guess I’m getting just exactly like Eleanor in some ways,” she -said to herself many times a day. “The brook calls and calls me just -the way it did at first, but my legs feel so queer and my head is so -funny. I don’t seem to care so much about paddling in the water now. -Miss Arctura says it is too cold in the woods yet, anyway. She says -her brother John’s wife caught her death once, neglecting to use her -judgment when a cold spell came in April. Oh, dear. I wish Bobby had -been here and gone away! S’posing he doesn’t ’prove of me. Wouldn’t -that be dreadful!” - -Hiram was Polly’s stay and comfort in this trying time. Arctura--the -truth must be told--had suffered more or less from a grumbling -toothache ever since her afternoon in the woods. Arctura objected to -going to the dentist “on principle,” she said, though Miss Pomeroy had -never been able to understand just what she meant by that. Hiram was -the only person who ventured to brook the subject to his sister, and -his advice was sharply scorned. - -“Don’t you think you’d ought to have that tooth pulled, ’Tura?” Hiram -had mildly asked as he washed his hands at the noon hour on Thursday, -and Miss Green had turned upon him with swift contempt. - -“Better have my legs removed next time they get a mite overtired and -ache a little, hadn’t I?” she said, severely. “Go and have all your own -teeth out whenever you want, but just leave mine alone, if you please!” - -Polly had overheard this dialogue as she entered the kitchen on an -errand, and she could hardly believe her ears. - -“But, ’Tura’ll be all right soon as the weather warms up again,” Hiram -had explained to Polly in the barn at milking-time. “She ain’t been -quite herself the last day or two; toothache appears to upset her more -than anything else in this world. I saw her grinding her jaws together -yesterday morning, and I knew ’twas that old left-hand wisdom of hers -at it again. She’s got a roasted raisin in it now, I know by the way -she mumbled at me when I went in for the milk-pail, but I dursn’t refer -to it. We’ll just step kind of easy for the next twenty-four hours and -it’ll be all clear weather again. She hasn’t got any real malice in -her, ’Tura hasn’t.” - -“I think she’s just as kind as she can be,” said Polly, warmly. But -it was a sober little face at which Hiram smiled broadly down when he -arose from the milking stool. - -“You stay here while I take this in,” he said, cheerily, “and I’ll -fetch out a lantern so we can run through ‘On Linden’ far as we’ve -gone. You said old Marm Hackett was with Miss Hetty, I believe?” - -“Yes,” said Polly, “and she told me to run out for a while as she -had something to lay before Miss Pomeroy. Do you think she’s a very -pleasant old lady, Mr. Hiram?” - -“Well, now, let’s see if I’ve ever heard anybody speak of her that -way,” said Hiram, cautiously. “I guess I’d better consider it while I’m -carrying off the milk.” - -Polly knew that his opinion agreed with hers, and she gave a little -laugh as he swung out of the barn with the pail of milk. When he -returned with the lantern she was standing in the middle of the barn -floor and made a sweeping courtesy to him as he entered. - -“That’s good,” said Hiram, setting down the lantern and seating himself -on the lowest stair of the flight that led up to the loft. “That’s -first-rate. How would it be if you should make two of ’em--one to the -left and one to the right? In case folks were seated promiscuous--that -is here and there,” explained Hiram, “it would be fair to all parties. -That’s it--that’s the way to do it!” and he clapped his hands as Polly -greeted an imaginary audience. “Nobody’s going to feel left out with -that beginning. Now for it.” - -“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Polly, with a wide sweep of her arms, “the -piece that I am about to speak to you is ‘Hohenlinden,’ by Mr. Thomas -Campbell.” - -“Little louder, if you please,” said Hiram, in a disguised voice, -“there’s a couple of old ladies at the rear that don’t want to miss a -word.” - - “‘On Linden, when the sun was low.’” - -said Polly, in a clear, loud voice--and as she spoke, she stooped and -indicated the position of the sun with her right hand-- - - “‘All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, - And dark as winter was the flow - Of Iser, rolling rapidly.’” - -The rapidity of Iser’s flow was shown by Polly’s two little arms, which -swung back and forth from her shoulders as fast as she could possibly -move them. - -“That’s prime!” said Hiram, approvingly. “Seems as if I could see old -Iser right before me. Now, the next verse.” - - “‘But Linden saw another sight,’” - -said Polly, flushed with pleasure, shielding her eyes with her hand and -gazing anxiously about the barn. - -“First-rate!” cried her instructor. “I tell you, little Mary, you’ve -got the real spirit for reciting! Now that gesture had never come into -my mind, and yet there ’tis, fitting in complete. I make no doubt -Linden folks were out looking just that way, bound to see, yet scared -of what would meet ’em. Now for the drums!” - - “‘When the drum beat at dead of night,’” - -said Polly, valiantly belaboring her right palm with the clenched -fingers of her left hand. - - “‘Commanding fires of death to light - The darkness of her scenery.’” - -“There’s not a bit of fault to be found with that,” said Hiram, as he -received the lantern from the hands of his pupil, who had seized it -and swung it wildly about when the “fires of death” were lighting. “Of -course, the lantern will be behind you the night of the entertainment, -ready for use.” - -“Of course,” said Polly. “Now comes the best verse of all, I think, Mr. -Hiram: - - “‘By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,’ - -I shall have a candle and the tin horn that night, you know-- - - “‘Each horseman drew his battle-blade--’” - -Uncle Blodgett’s gift was drawn with a fierce flourish-- - - “‘And, furious, every charger neighed - To join the dreadful revelry.’” - -The verse ended with an indescribable sound, and Hiram drew his hand -across his mouth before he spoke in answer to Polly’s questioning eyes. - -“I call that a pretty fair neigh,” he said, encouragingly. “I don’t -know as I’d go so far as to say ’twould deceive anybody into thinking -there was a horse right on the spot, but it’s improving in its quality -all the time, I notice.” - -“I’m so glad,” said Polly, “because, you see, I can’t make the roars -and other noises for the ‘dreadful revelry’ the way you can, and I -wanted to do something.” - -The next two verses finished Polly’s recitation for that evening. -Hiram had promised to assist with “the hills with thunder riven” and -the “red artillery.” The thunder was to be made with a pair of wooden -dumb-bells, and the “red artillery” was a little old lantern with a red -glass front which would dart about Polly’s figure in Mr. Green’s hand. - -“That was an extra good rehearsal,” said he, as the little girl sat -down beside him on the stairs. “Now, we’ll learn the next verse, shall -we, and call it we’ve finished for the night?” - -When the next lines, with their “furious Frank and fiery Hun,” were -pronounced perfect, Polly begged for a story. - -“Just a little bit of a short one, Mr. Hiram, before I go to bed,” she -said, coaxingly, “and I don’t care whether it is true or not.” - -“That being the case,” said Hiram, soberly, as they sat close together -with the lantern at their feet, “I’ll relate a little circumstance -that a man once told me. It’ll give you something to think about, but -I shouldn’t want to say how true ’tis, for it seems a mite improbable. -This man said that a friend of his out West somewhere had always had -trouble with the chimney in his parlor--I would say with the draught of -it up from the fireplace. He had it tinkered off an’ on for years, and -finally he decided he’d have the old contraption torn down and a bran’ -new chimney put up. - -“Someway the mason made a mistake and got the new chimney on wrong side -up, and the draught was a powerful one, and, first they know, rain, -hail, snow, and what-all were drawed right down into the room, making -dreadful work. - -“They sent for the mason, of course, and he took the chimney down and -put it on again right side up, and then the draught was so powerful -that it drawed a braided rug and a pair o’ tongs and a three-legged -stool and a number of other articles right up the chimney. - -“Then they saw something had got to be done, so they put a poultice--a -flour poultice, I understood him to say--on the jamb of the fireplace, -and that drawed down so it balanced and counteracted the draught, and -after that the chimney gave perfect satisfaction.” - -Polly had stared at the narrator when he began the story, but as he -progressed she covered her mouth with both hands for fear she should -laugh out and interrupt him. - -“Mr. Hiram,” she cried, as the storyteller rose, chuckling, and began -to close the barn for the night, “next to Mr. Hans Christian Andersen’s -I would rather hear your make-believe circumstances than anybody’s that -ever I heard!” - -“Compliment number two,” said Hiram, as they stepped out of the barn, -side by side. “You’d better be looking sharp or you’ll have me all -stuffed out with pride before you know it, young lady.” - - -CHAPTER XVIII - -A DREADED VISITOR - -Nobody but the kittens knew that Polly dreaded the coming of Eleanor’s -twin. She told them all about it Saturday morning as they sat in her -lap, cuddled up into a warm heap under the gray shawl that Arctura had -wrapped about her. - -Arctura’s tooth had not quite stopped its grumbling and she had firmly -declined Polly’s aid in the kitchen that morning. - -“I’ve got some bothersome cooking to do,” said Arctura, without the -smile which might let in a draft of air on the convalescent jaw, “and -I’d best be alone, for my nerves are sort of jumpy along with a pain -I’ve been enduring in my head without speaking of it, for some days. -The air’s mild enough for you to sit out on the piazza and watch for -Miss Hetty and Bobby, if I wrap you up well. It’s getting ready to -rain again to-morrow, and then I have hopes of some fair, warm weather -when it clears off finally.” - -Miss Pomeroy’s rheumatism was much less troublesome than it had been -for some days, and Hiram had helped her into the low basket phaeton an -hour before. - -“I expect she’s ’most home now,” said Polly to the kittens, with a -little shiver, “and she’s bringing that boy--that Bobby--home with her. -He’s going to stay till Monday morning. You needn’t be frightened, Snip -and Snap, for he’s a boy that just likes to read; he wouldn’t do the -things to kitties that the Higgins boys do--things with strings and -spools, till the teacher stopped them. And, anyway, you’ve got lots -of places to hide, where nobody could get you. But I can’t hide. I’m -obliged to be right out where he can see me, and tell whether I’m like -his sister Eleanor that died, and maybe change Miss Pomeroy’s mind -after all, and lose Grandma Manser her ear-trumpet, and the money for -the leaks and shingles and everything!” - -Polly buried her face in the old shawl for a minute, and then sat up -straight with a little gasp. - -“I hear the phaeton!” she whispered, squeezing the kittens in her -excitement. “I hear it coming over the bridge--fast!” - -Snip and Snap objected to squeezing. They struggled under the shawl -and dashed out over Polly’s knees, clutching wildly at the fringe. -They looked up at her cannily with arched backs, and then scurried off -toward the barn. - -As the phaeton came around the curve of the driveway, Polly stood up, -clasping her hands under the old shawl. She heard Arctura bustling out -of the kitchen to the porch, and moved slowly along to stand beside -her. In a moment more she found herself solemnly shaking hands with -a boy who had jumped into the phaeton and then politely helped Miss -Pomeroy out. - -“This is my nephew Bobby,” Miss Hetty was saying. “And this is little -Mary Prentiss.” - -“I am very pleased to make your acquaintance,” said Polly, lifting her -brown eyes to meet a pair of very large blue ones which gazed at her -through spectacles. - -“How d’you do?” said the boy, pleasantly. “Haven’t you got about -through with my hand?” - -He laughed as he said it, and so did Polly, but when the hand-shaking -stopped they stood looking at each other awkwardly until Arctura broke -the ice. - -“You two children step out to the dining-room, while Miss Hetty goes -and rests after her ride,” said Arctura, cordially. “I’ve set a tray -with two tumblers of milk and some crullers on the buffet, and you can -stand up and eat on to it, so’s not to scatter the crumbs. I never -saw the time a boy wasn’t ready to eat, and Mary here’s got a most -excellent appetite of her own. Dinner won’t be ready for nearly two -hours yet.” - -“Thank you,” cried Bobby. “You’re a trump!” - -“Seems to me you’ve thickened up a little since last time,” said Miss -Green, cautiously guarding the entrance to the cavern wherein dwelt her -wisdom tooth, as she acknowledged this commendation. “I suppose you’ll -drop into the kitchen along in the afternoon while Miss Hetty and Mary -are taking their naps? I don’t see my way clear to sitting down at -dinner for a talk with you, for I’ve been having a little neuralgy and -the air in the dining-room seems kind of chilly after the kitchen.” - -“Do you take a nap every day?” asked Bobby, curiously, as he and Polly -drank their milk and ate the crisp crullers. “I s’pose girls like to -do that kind of thing, but I’d rather read all night than waste time -sleeping in the daylight. I’ve never known any girl very well except my -sister. I’m afraid of them, they’re so queer.” - -“Oh, they’re not half so queer as boys, I’m sure!” asserted Polly, with -much decision. “I guess if you knew the Higgins boys that I’ve been to -school with, you’d say so. I never could get those boys to play house -with me once! They said it wasn’t any fun.” - -“Well, ’tisn’t, you know,” said Bobby, without a moment’s hesitation. -“Of course, nothing happens when you play house, no adventures--no -accidents--no anything.” - -“No accidents!” echoed Polly, in amazement. “I should think it was a -pretty dreadful accident to invite four dollies to tea (cut out of a -newspaper, they were, beautiful ones, Uncle Blodgett did them for me), -and find you had burned up every biscuit to a crisp while you were -setting the table. I mean they had burned themselves up! Don’t you like -to play any make-believes?” - -“Yes, I like some,” admitted the boy, frankly, “but you wouldn’t like -my kind, and I call yours pretty slow.” - -“What kind of make-believes do you like best?” asked Polly, as she and -the dreaded guest sat together in the library at dusk. Miss Pomeroy was -entertaining Marm Hackett in the parlor, much to the old woman’s rage, -she having desired a talk with the newcomer, for whom she had prepared -a list of searching questions. - -“I like the kind of make-believes that are in books,” said the boy, -staring into the fire. He sat on the hearth-rug with his legs crossed -in a position of tantalizing comfort. Polly sat in a straight-backed -chair and viewed him with envy. She would have liked so much to be -beside him on the rug with her hands clasped over her knees and her -chin resting on them. And he had not felt obliged to take any nap. She -had heard him talking to Arctura while she lay on that hot bed. - -“‘Treasure Island’ is a mighty good make-believe,” remarked Bobby, -after a short silence. “I shouldn’t have had any objections to living -that story right along.” - -“I’ve never read it,” said Polly, with a little sigh. “I’ve never read -much of anything till now. Is ‘Treasure Island’ as beautiful as the -‘Snow Queen’?” she asked, doubtfully. “It doesn’t seem as if it could -be.” - -“Beautiful isn’t the word for it,” said Bobby, turning his spectacled -eyes toward her for a moment. “It’s wild, and murderous in places, and -it carries you along with it. So does ‘Kidnapped.’ That’s what you want -of a book. I never can make up my mind whether I’d rather have been -David Balfour or Napoleon. If I had my choice, I believe I’d have to -draw lots.” - -“There are places in the woods where Miss Arctura and I went one day -that would be splendid for make-believes, I should think,” ventured -Polly, anxious to please this remarkable boy. “There are rocks that -you could hide behind and jump out at me. I shouldn’t be a bit -afraid--truly, I shouldn’t!” - -“We’ll see,” said Bobby, “only to-morrow’s Sunday, you know, and, of -course, we have to go to church--and, anyway, I couldn’t be as fierce -about it as if you were a boy. I couldn’t knock a girl over, or pitch -into her and wrest her sword from her grasp. That’s where the fun comes -in.” - -“I thought they said you didn’t care much about play,” said Polly, much -surprised. - -“I don’t care for ball, or marbles, or any of those things,” said -Bobby, scornfully. “I’d rather read, any day. But there’s a fellow at -home, George Rogers--just twelve, my age, you know--and he and I play -a robber band piece that we’ve made out of different books. I can tell -you it’s worth seeing. Only, I suppose, ’twould scare a girl blue.” - -“It would not scare me blue.” said Polly, shaking her curls. “I should -like it!” - -“Eleanor never minded it,” said the boy, softly, to himself, but -Polly heard him, and her heart beat high with hope as he took off his -spectacles, rubbed them for a minute with a big, white handkerchief, -and then adjusted them carefully to his nose, as Uncle Blodgett always -did when preparing to read the newspaper. - -“Perhaps he’ll think I’m something like Eleanor, after all,” said Polly -in her heart. She hesitated for a moment and then leaned over until her -head was almost against the boy’s shoulder, as he sat gazing into the -fire. - -“Do you like ‘Mary’ for a name?” she asked, scarcely breathing the -words. - -“Why, yes, I don’t know but I do,” said the boy, turning to face her. -“But what are you whispering for? I can tell you what I don’t like--I -despise ‘Bobby’ for a name! It’s just like baby talk--but I’m afraid -of hurting Aunt Hetty’s feelings if I say anything about it. Next time -she comes over to our house, I’m going to get grandfather just to -suggest to her that it’s time to give up nicknames when a boy’s all but -in his teens. He can do it all right. Maybe she’ll bring you over. I’d -like to show you George Rogers, and we could do our act for you.” - -“Perhaps I shall be in school then,” said Polly, feeling highly honored -by this invitation, “there are only two weeks more vacation.” - -“You’re not going to school next term,” said Bobby. “I know, for Aunt -Hetty told me. She wants to get you more ‘chippered up,’ Arctura says. -Isn’t Arctura an old dear? Did she ever tell you what the children -used to sing about her nose when she was a young one? It’s funny, and -she says she never minded, but I’d have soon stopped them if I’d been -there.” - -“She never told me,” said Polly, with a glance of admiration at the boy -who spoke so valiantly while he looked so mild, “I’d like to hear it.” - -“Her nose is pretty prominent, of course,” said the heir of the -Pomeroys, reluctantly, “and she says it got its growth before the rest -of her. And when they’d see her coming they’d sing out: - - “Hark! hark! - ’Tura’s bark! - ’Spose her nose - Came out o’ the Ark!” - -“How mean!” cried Polly, indignantly. - -“That’s what I say, but she laughed like everything when she told me -about it,” said the boy. “She says her voice was hoarse and queer -because she was always having coughs and colds. She seemed to think it -was a good joke.” - -“That’s because she’s so good-natured,” said little Polly. - -“I say, let’s act a charade to-night and make Aunt Hetty guess it.” -said the boy, after staring at the old andirons in silence for a few -minutes. “I know a fine one that I’ve just thought up, and I’ll tell -you how to do your part. George Rogers and I are always making them -up, and then our families try to guess them.” - -Polly assented with mingled joy and fear. Bobby pressed Arctura into -his service to collect materials for this impromptu entertainment, and -at seven o’clock Miss Pomeroy sat in the library, waiting for the first -syllable. The door that led into the little porch hall was open, and -Arctura and Hiram were seated side by side just over the threshold of -the dining-room. - -“I don’t want to sit in the library along with your aunt, for it gets -het up so with that fire,” Miss Green had explained to the actors. -“Hiram and I will sit outside where we can see all, and yet keep -comfortable.” - -The children had exchanged a glance of perfect understanding and some -amusement, but loyalty to the faithful Arctura kept them silent. - -A moment after the tall clock had given its seven silvery strokes, the -door into the front hall burst open and in rushed a strange figure. He -was wrapped in a blanket with a bright red border, tied about the waist -with a blue and green plaid shawl. In this belt were two carving knives -and a hammer. A feather duster waved above the boy’s head, its handle -imparting a peculiar stiffness to the action of his neck. A brown -calico mask was drawn over his face. In each hand was an old hatchet. - -“Never you fear, Miss Hetty,” came Arctura’s voice from the porch hall, -as this extraordinary figure began to caper about the room, uttering -discordant yells and brandishing the hatchets, “there isn’t a weapon in -his outfit that would cut a string. Mercy on us, keep away from me!” -she shrieked, as the calico mask turned in her direction. - -Presently Polly appeared with a little basket on her arm, walking along -with eyes cast down. There was a wild whoop from the figure in the -blanket, a shrill cry from Polly, and the two rushed from the room, -leaving the audience to reflect upon what they had seen. - -“Looked like murder to me,” said Hiram, chuckling, “but I suppose that -ain’t the answer.” Just then Bobby stuck his head in the door. - -“We think it’s only fair to you,” he said, bowing to his aunt, and -casting a glance beyond her into the darkness where sat the Greens, “to -tell you that there were three syllables to the first act--there’ll be -two to this next one--and one to the last.” - -“Three syllables--that settles it--murder’s only got two,” remarked -Hiram, solemnly. “Well, I’ve guessed wrong the first time. Got any -light on it, Miss Hetty?” - -“I’m not sure, of course, Hiram,” said Miss Pomeroy, with a laugh, “but -I have the glimmer of an idea.” - -Hiram’s chuckle ended abruptly as the door opened to admit Polly, -bearing a slate, on which was drawn an irregular-shaped object, from -the top of which a long line curved off to one edge of the slate. - -“I call that a pin-quishion,” said Hiram, meditatively, “or else a -balloon. I don’t know which. It’s first-rate for either one.” - -“It isn’t,” said Polly; then she blushed, shook her head, and ran out -of the room, to be received by her partner in the hall with a good deal -of reproach. - -“I seem to be sinking in deeper every time,” said Hiram, in a loud -voice, intended to reach the other hall. “Murder--quishion is the -nearest I’ve come.” - -“In this next scene you’ve got to pretend you’re all English,” said the -boy, pausing on the threshold before he and Polly entered, “for that’s -the only way we can make it come out right.” - -“Pretty short notice for a man that’s never been thirty miles from -home,” said Mr. Green, in a melancholy tone. - -The actors paid no heed to him. Polly put her little right hand to her -ear and assumed a listening attitude, while the boy fell prone upon his -stomach, and, raising his head, began to squirm over the floor, making -a strange sound suggestive of tightly-shut teeth and breath drawn in -and let out with all possible force. At last he squirmed out of the -door, followed by the listening Polly. - -There was a sound of animated dialogue in the hall, and then just as -Hiram had made the doleful announcement that all was lost as far as his -guessing was concerned, in came the boy and girl, hand in hand. - -“We can’t do the whole word,” announced Bobby, “for we’ve decided we -don’t either of us draw well enough. But all I can say is, it’s on the -map. Now, have you guessed? You have, Aunt Hetty, I know you have!” - -“I’m not at all certain,” said Miss Pomeroy, cautiously. “Could it -be--Indianapolis?” - -“I knew you’d guess,” said the boy, delightedly. “Wasn’t it pretty -good? Indian--apple--’iss. ’Twas her idea, thinking of dropping the h -off hiss, because her Uncle Blodgett told her once that was the way -English people talked.” He looked with appreciation at Polly, as he -gave her this generous tribute. “Wasn’t it bright of her?” - -“I move we clap the whole company,” said Hiram--and the entertainment -closed in a burst of applause, while the two actors made their very -best bows to the audience. - -[TO BE CONTINUED] - - -[Illustration: “GOOD BY” - -SPEEDING THE UNFORTUNATE WHOSE SCHOOL OPENS FIRST] - - - - -_Wood-Folk Talk_ - -By J. ALLISON ATWOOD - - -WHY BIRDS MIGRATE - -There are very few people who really know why birds migrate--that -is, fly south in the fall, and then return to us in the springtime. -Some say that they cannot stand the cold, and so escape it by going -south where it is warm all winter. Others believe that at the end of -summer the birds have eaten all their food, so they have to go to -some locality where the insects and other dainties have not all been -devoured. Both of these explanations seem reasonable until one has -learned the real cause. - -A great many years ago, hundreds and hundreds in fact, birds stayed all -year round in the same place they had built their nests, and, no doubt, -they would do so now if they had their choice. But as it is, they no -sooner feel the first breath of winter than they hurry away as if -pursued by some enemy. And that they have some reason to fear, I’m sure -you will agree when you have heard it. - -It was a very cold winter. Most of the birds had to move out of their -summer homes. Brown-thrasher and Song-sparrow had been forced to give -up their thickets, all the undergrowth being dead. Thereupon the former -grumbled much because Flicker was so well sheltered from the cold. -In the summer time, Thrasher had been among the first to make fun of -the carpenter for building such a peculiar house, but now he looked -longingly at him as he disappeared within the comfortable-looking -hollow limb. Kingfisher, too, was regarded with more respect as he -took shelter in the long tunnel which he had made during the previous -summer. But as for those most unfortunate birds who had built on the -ground, as Bobolink and Meadowlark, they, indeed, were very much put -out, for their houses were entirely covered with snow. Still, it is -very probable that everyone would have stayed north all winter had not -something far more dreadful occurred. - -On the evening of the winter’s heaviest storm, the birds had all -gathered under an evergreen to sleep. Among them were Flicker and -Kingfisher, for they, much to Thrasher’s delight, had been driven from -their homes on the day before by those improvident fellows, Squirrel -and Muskrat, who thus obtained houses far better than any they could -have built for themselves. The wind was whistling frightfully, and each -one had his head tucked under his wing for warmth. Suddenly Bobolink -stood upright and peered out anxiously into the darkness. His keen ear -had caught some other sound than the harsh wind and spluttering snow. -In an instant Bobolink was alert. Then he saw something that, even cold -as he was, made him shiver. Before him, gliding on noiseless wing, -was a gigantic white object. Its large yellow eyes gleamed terribly -in the dark, and Bobolink was all but paralyzed with fear. Then, in -desperation, he called out loud enough to wake his neighbors. They, -too, saw the dim white form and scattered like leaves before the wind, -just as the huge monster swooped down among them. Barn-swallow, in his -haste to get away, caught his tail on a twig and made a great tear -right in the middle of it. So badly was it torn that the feathers have -never grown in properly, as we can see even to this day. But he was too -frightened then even to know it. - -For hours afterwards the terrified birds hid as best they might in the -dark woods. Then, when at length, he thought the danger past, Bobolink -gave a chirp, as if to let his whereabouts be known. After a time the -other folks answered his call, and in this way they soon collected, -every one of them still trembling with fear. Then, although it was -midnight, they prepared to flee. So dark was it that there would have -been great danger of getting lost had not Bobolink suggested that they -keep up chirping as they flew, and in this way be able to hold together. - -In such a manner and at such a time the birds made their first journey -south. When once they reached the warmer lands they scattered, for they -had learned that to remain in flocks was dangerous. But what was more -important, they had learned that they could migrate at night, and that -it was the safest way, as then they could not be seen by their enemies. - -Hear them chirp as they fly overhead some night in the spring or fall. -That was Bobolink’s idea, and it was a good one, too. It keeps them -from separating in the darkness. - -None of the Woodfolk ever learned who the white stranger was. Some -thought him a ghost or spirit, but all of them fear even the thought -of him. No wonder they have never since dared to stay north during the -winter. Of course, the larger ones, like Hawk or Crow, do not always -leave, for they are not afraid of the stranger. But all of those who -first saw him on that dreadful night have always migrated. Indeed, poor -Bobolink is still so fearful of the “white spirit” that he never feels -safe until he has flown all the way to South America. - -But how do they know when the stranger is coming? Ah! that is what has -puzzled so many of us. Have you ever noticed in the winter the little -slate-colored fellow with a white breast, who comes to us just before -the snow season? It is Snowbird, of course. He, too, lives in the -north, but not so far away as the white enemy. At the first sign of -danger he hastens south to warn his friends. Then, remaining between -the Woodfolk and the enemy, he keeps a close watch all winter. There -can be little danger to the birds as long as Snowbird is there to warn -them. But how cold it must be for him? Indeed, some folks say that is -what has made his bill and feet so pink just as our hands and noses -grow red from the cold. But he is courageous. He stands guard between -his friends and the terrible white danger, even during the heaviest -snows. So you see that it was not without reason that folks gave him -the name, “Snowbird.” Few of the birds would brave the cold as he does. - -But when spring comes! How eager they all are to get back, for they -know now that the enemy has fled to the far north. It is a race to see -which of the Woodfolk will be the first to reach his northern home. -Occasionally they arrive too early, Blackbird, Robin, and Bluebird -first, of course, and then a warning from Snowbird sends them scurrying -south again. The thought of the white spectre still terrifies them. - -But this does not often happen, and for the most part when we hear them -exulting on their arrival we know that they are here to stay. Just -listen how Blackbird chuckles as he passes over our heads, for he knows -that he will be the first to get home. Kentucky-warbler is a very slow -flyer, yet he dreads to be the last. His mind is always on his favorite -feeding-place, and he fears that Blackbird will find it. That is why he -calls after him, “Greedy! greedy! greedy!” - -And the white spirit? Oh, yes! That is only Snowy Owl. He lives in the -far north and comes down to us only in the very cold weather, when snow -covers the ground. When we see the great white fellow with his large -yellow eyes, we can hardly wonder why the Woodfolk were so frightened. -But the truth of it is that Snowy Owl, unless very hungry, would not -harm the birds at all, for he lives mostly upon the small four-footed -animals. What a pity it is that our birds leave us in the winter, -some of them to go all the way to South America, just because of a -superstitious fear for an arctic visitor who would not harm them if he -could! If we could only explain to them, what a blessing it would be to -both of us! - - - - -WITH THE EDITOR - - -As we look forward to the opening of school it is with feelings of a -mixed nature. There is undoubtedly among some of us a lack of that -ardor with which we hailed vacation. Nevertheless, none of us can fail -to anticipate gladly the greeting of old friends and the return to that -life which, though routine in its nature, will, in after years, be -regarded as the brightest period of our existence. - -In school, as in any other path of life, we can only get the most out -by putting the most into it. The amount we accomplish, therefore, is -determined in a great way by our powers of application. The boy or -girl who can bring to bear his whole mind upon his lesson is bound to -accomplish more than one who devotes a much longer period of time to -broken study. Our great desire, then, if we wish to make the most of -our school life, is to concentrate. - -But this power of application is not only the secret of success in -the school-room. Anyone who has cultivated it has taken an important -step in their life, whether it be dedicated to study, business, or -profession. - -We are often brought into contact with persons not otherwise gifted, -who continually surprise us by the amount they accomplish. Could we -but make a study of them we would see that the greatest part of their -ability lies in this same power of concentration. On whatever they -undertake they put their whole mind. What appears to be a wonderful -versatility is merely the ability to do one thing at a time, and to do -it well. - -Even in athletics, where success often comes to those who are -apparently not making the most of themselves otherwise, it is this same -power which excels. Should many of the young folks who have become -proficient in athletics at the expense of their studies, concentrate -upon their lessons as closely as they do upon their exercise, they -would have become intellectual leaders as well. - -Now, as the new period of our school life approaches, let us meet it -with a full realization of its value to us. Then only will we be able -to reap its full benefit. The secret of accomplishing the most and -making the best of our time is by concentrating upon our task. Whether -it be our lessons, our work, or our play, we can succeed only by -bringing to bear upon it our whole mind and strength. Then, too, it is -only when we have made our school days days of accomplishment that we -can derive the fullest enjoyment from our vacation. - - - - -Event and Comment - - -The Coronation - -The coronation ceremonies of King Edward, postponed from June last and -threatened with frustration, took place on August 9th in Westminster -Abbey. Here were assembled no less than 7,000 people, including the -nobility and clergy, together with foreign princes, ambassadors, and -rulers from various quarters of the globe. Among them were nearly 100 -Americans, all more or less prominent. - -In the midst of such an assembly the climax of the event came when the -venerable Archbishop of Canterbury placed the jeweled crown upon the -king’s head. - -Thereupon the electric lights throughout the Abbey sprang into -brilliant existence, illumining the magnificent apparel and glittering -jewels of both participant and spectator, and giving an effect of -splendor which, according to one who beheld it, has never been equaled. - - * * * * * - -While on this side we are all too much interested in our own country to -join in the chorus of “God Save the King” with any great enthusiasm, we -can, nevertheless, wish King Edward VII a long and successful reign. - - -The Great Rifle - -What is, without doubt, the most formidable gun ever constructed is the -one recently built at the Watervliet Arsenal for the defence of New -York harbor. While its calibre is but 16 inches, smaller than many guns -already in use, its range is 21 miles, or half again more powerful than -its nearest rival. - -The length of the new gun is 49 feet 2 inches and its weight 126 tons. -It throws a projectile whose length is 5 feet 4 inches. - -The cost of firing a single shot is $1,000. - -Eighteen other such guns are to be constructed and placed at such vital -points along our coast as New York, San Francisco, Boston, and Hampton -Roads. - - * * * * * - -There is something about these large rifles which appeals to and -fascinates nearly every one of us. We all wish to see the series -completed and distributed. But, further than that, let us hope that -such terrible engines of destruction will never be turned upon a human -foe. - - -The Seven-masted Schooner - -Almost simultaneously with the completion of the great rifle at the New -York arsenal, came the launching of the “Thomas W. Lawson,” the first -seven-masted schooner ever built. - -Differing from our usual idea of a sailboat, the new ship is -constructed almost entirely of steel. So manageable are the six -powerful steam engines which control the sails, spars, anchors, and -rudder, that this, the largest sailing vessel afloat, requires a crew -of but sixteen men. - -The length of the “Lawson” is 403 feet, and she carries a cargo of -8,100 tons. - -There is a system of electric lights and telephones throughout, while -the cabins are heated by steam. - -The “Lawson” will be used at first as a collier on the Atlantic coast, -where her owners expect she will make a great profit. - - * * * * * - -It is to this application of steam and electricity to sailboats that we -may look for strides in that science, which has probably advanced less -than any other in the past two thousand years--the science of sailing. - - -Preservation of the “Buffalo” - -The Secretary of the Interior has announced plans for the perpetuation -of the American bison or “buffalo.” For this purpose he has secured an -appropriation of $15,000 to build a wire corral at Yellowstone Park. -Here the bison, both wild and tame, will be protected in every way. At -present there are but twenty-two bison in the park, but this number -will be greatly increased by purchase in the near future. - -A numerical estimate of the pure-blooded bison now in existence gives, -in the United States, 968, mostly tame, and in Canada, 600, all of -which are wild. - - * * * * * - -There is no place where the old adage, “Put not off until to-morrow,” -can be better applied than in the protection of our wild animals. If -the American bison is to be preserved, it must be to-day. - - -Fire Damp - -Fire damp and carelessness, perhaps, upon the part of one of the -miners were responsible for the terrible disaster which again brought -Johnstown, Pa., into prominence. Over a hundred lives were lost in the -perilous “Klondike dip.” - - * * * * * - -Although it always seems a little heartless to point to any good -resulting from such a catastrophe, it is probable that it will lead to -a more careful inspection of our mines and greater precaution against -that terrible explosive, fire damp. - - - - -[Illustration: ·OUT·OF·DOORS·] - - -The tennis doubles of the Round Robin Tournament at Westchester drew -forth most of the country’s best players. - -The hottest contest was between the champions, Ward and Davis, and -Whitman and Ware, which, after four sets, resulted in a draw with the -score 2 all. - -The Wrenn brothers then took to the court, and after playing Ward and -Davis in a set which ran as high as 10 all, finally defeated them. - -At the end of the tournament the standing was: Wrenn brothers won 4, -lost 0; Whitman and Ware won 3, lost 1; Ward and Davis won 2, lost 2; -Little and Alexander won 1, lost 3: Clothier and Ogden won 0, lost 4. - - * * * * * - -In the Henley meet, in England, the race for the Diamond Sculls was the -most interesting event to the Americans in spite of the fact that it -resulted in a defeat for our candidate, C. S. Titus. - -After winning from Scholes, the Canadian, and Fields, one of the -English oarsmen, Titus was defeated by Kelley, although the time made -in the last race was 20 seconds slower than that of the one in which -Titus defeated Scholes. - - * * * * * - -The all-around championship in athletics was decided this year at -Celtic Park, Long Island. Gunn, of the Buffalo Y. M. C. A., in winning -first place, showed great improvement over his last year’s form. Second -to him in the number of points won was Merrill, of the Milwaukee -Athletic Club, while the third place fell to Prinstein, the great -jumper and hurdler. - - * * * * * - -Golf players of this country were somewhat surprised at the result of -the National Golf Tournament at Glenview, Chicago. - -The two-year national champion, Walter J. Travis, was defeated by E. -M. Byers, of Pittsburg, the former Yale individual champion. Later, -however, Byers, himself, was defeated by L. N. James, of Chicago. - - * * * * * - -In spite of the fact that England will not try for America’s cup this -year, the yachting world is more active than usual. In the race of -the New York Yacht Club for seventy-footers, Cornelius Vanderbilt’s -“Rainbow” showed her superiority over August Belmont’s “Mineola,” -winning by one minute and ten seconds. - -The German Imperial Yacht Race, too, aroused much interest among the -Americans, because of the fact that the boats finishing second and -third, the “Meteor” and “Navahoe,” were both built in this country. - - - - -[Illustration: THE OLD TRUNK] - - -Answers to August Puzzles - - 1. Y O U T H - O C H R E - U L T R A - T U T O R - H E A R T - - 2. Eagle, heron. - Kite, wren. - Sparrow, redbird. - Lark, robin. - Rhea, thrush. - Hawk, loon. - - 3. Washington, Lincoln. - - 4. S - C A R - C A M E L - S A M P S O N - R E S E T - L O T - N - -5. THE ESCAPE - -“=K=amby says =E=dith is worse. =Y=ou asked me to write if she began to -fail, and =I= am complying with your request. =S=o, if the =U=nion of -the =N=orth can spare you, come. =D=o not delay, for =E=dith is very -ill. =R=emember, she is waiting for you. - - “=M=ost sorrowfully, - “=A=djutant =T=homas.” - -Capital letters spell: “Key is under mat.” - -The first five perfect solutions were received from - - Charlotte Copp. - Mary Folsom Pierce. - Warren Raymond. - Flavius Lentz. - Alice Burr. - - -ENIGMA - -I am composed of ten letters. - -My 8-2-3 is a vehicle. - -My 9-4-7 is a meadow. - -My 5-10-6-1 is a money compensation. - -My whole is a place of Divine worship known in ancient and modern times. - - --_Martha E. Evans._ - - -DIAMOND - - . A consonant. - . . . A young blossom. - . . . . . Something we all eat. - . . . . . . . A day of the week. - . . . . . A term for father. - . . . A period of time. - . A consonant. - --_S. Lillian C._ - - -SOME LARGE NATIONS - - 1. A scheming nation. - 2. A surprising nation. - 3. A fanciful nation. - 4. A nation that goes no farther. - 5. A nation that ends. - 6. A reflective nation. - 7. A nation that ordains. - 8. A nation that foretells. - 9. A nation that personifies. - 10. A most destructive nation. - 11. A nation that names. - 12. A nation that specifies. - 13. A nation that kills. - 14. A nation that crowns. - 15. A nation that points out. - 16. A nation that grows. - 17. A mistaken nation. - 18. A reproachful nation. - 19. A nation that wanders. - --_Margaret P. Boyle._ - - -HIDDEN ORCHESTRA - - Nebotneroolcritopmoiavindnrmbusvilosa. - --_Julia E_--. - - - - -[Illustration: IN-DOORS] - -PARLOR MAGIC - -By Ellis Stanyon - - -Disappearing Handkerchief.--Obtain a small red silk handkerchief, also -a loose piece of silk of the same color, about one and a half inches -square. Keep this piece at the corner of the handkerchief between both -hands until you have succeeded in getting it into small compass, taking -care that the small piece is at the top. Retain the handkerchief in -the right hand, and with the left hand pull up the right sleeve. Now, -with the right hand pull up the left sleeve, but leave the handkerchief -in the bend of the left arm, where it will be hidden by the folds of -the sleeve, taking care, however, that the small piece of red silk -protrudes from the closed right hand, deluding the spectators into the -belief that the handkerchief is still in your hand--for do they not -see the corner of it? Now, rub the hands together and roll the piece -into a small pellet, and palm it between the bend of the thumb and -first finger. Slap your hands together, and show both sides. Care must -be taken not to spread the thumb and fingers too much while showing -the hands, as this would reveal the piece of red silk. This showing of -hands should be studied before a mirror, as it is upon the apparent -naturalness of pose that many such tricks depend. Afterwards, while -turning to the table, the real handkerchief can be palmed or got -rid of, whichever may be necessary to the performer’s version of the -trick. This is the most effective illusion, and will deceive even the -conjurors. - -[Illustration: Fig. 13.] - -Another clever disappearing trick with a handkerchief is the -following:--Take a piece of flesh-colored thread, and place it about -the right hand, in the manner depicted in the illustration (Fig. 13). -The dotted lines represent the thread on the outside of the hand. With -this simple device a handkerchief can be apparently placed in the -left hand, when in reality it is stuck between the loop in the right -hand. Vanish a handkerchief in above manner from the left hand, and by -grabbing the air with your right hand you reproduce the handkerchief. - - - - -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. - -Subscribers who have not received their magazine regularly will please -notify the publishers. - -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. - - * * * * * - -_GREETING_ - -As the end of vacation draws near, YOUTH wishes to assure its friends -that it is in the best of health, both physically and mentally. 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