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<p>The late Mrs. H. Alfarata Chapman Thompson, Albany, N. Y.</p>
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<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>IDEALIA</div>
<div class='c003'><i>A UTOPIA DREAM</i></div>
<div class='c004'><i>OR RESTHAVEN</i></div>
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<div><span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span><span class='small'><span class='sc'>Copyrighted, 1923</span></span></div>
<div><span class='small'><span class='sc'>J. Wallace Thompson</span></span></div>
<div><span class='small'><span class='sc'>Albany, N. Y.</span></span></div>
<div class='c002'><span class='small'>COMPOSITION, PRESSWORK, AND BINDING</span></div>
<div class='c003'><span class='small'>BY</span></div>
<div class='c003'><span class='small'>J. B. LYON COMPANY, ALBANY, N. Y.</span></div>
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<p>The Home of the late Mrs. H. Alfarata Chapman Thompson.</p>
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<div class='chapter'>
<h1 class='c005'>IDEALIA, A UTOPIA DREAM<br /> or<br /> RESTHAVEN</h1>
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<p class='c006'>This interesting and beautiful story,
within a few lines of its finish, was
written by Miss H. Alfarata Chapman,
Stenographer for many years in charge
of the catalogue department, University
of the State of New York, New York
State Library.</p>
<p class='c007'>Miss Chapman and John W. Thompson
were married by Rev. J. Hill Johnson,
Rector of St. Luke’s Episcopal Church,
Catskill, N. Y., September 10, 1921.</p>
<p class='c007'>Miss Helena R. Goines, a life-long
friend, was the Maid of Honor. William
A. Chapman, brother of the Bride, was
best man. The other two friends present
were Mrs. John Butler, Mother of the
Maid of Honor and Mrs. Clarissa Mims.
Mrs. H. Alfarata Chapman Thompson
was a brilliant young woman, highly
<span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>educated, having graduated with honors
from the Albany High School and the
Albany Business College, and a gifted
and graceful writer. Her demise while
visiting her dearly beloved brother in
Cambridge, Mass., June 9, 1922, was a
sad and dreadful shock to her many
friends all over the country. Many
of the most intimate friends appealed to
me, her husband, to publish the story of
the Utopia Dream, which so beautifully
brings the portrayal of the characters of
those within the Resthaven with characteristic
sweetness and grace.</p>
<p class='c007'>To the many friends who may read
this little book should remember <i>that it is
published by request and dedicated to the
memory of my devoted Wife, one of the
best types of American Womanhood</i>,
true to her parents, friends and relatives.</p>
<div class='c008'><span class='sc'>John W. Thompson.</span></div>
<div class='c008'></div>
<p class='c009'>Harriet Alfarata Chapman, wife of
John W. Thompson, died at her brother’s
<span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>home, No. 7 West Street, Cambridge,
Mass., June 9, 1922.</p>
<p class='c010'>Remains reached her late residence,
No. 436 Orange Street, June 11th, where
the funeral took place at 2:30 o’clock,
June 12th. Interment—Rural Cemetery,
Albany, N. Y.</p>
<p class='c010'>Noted educator lauds her as an example
of the universally high regard in
which she was held. Melvil Dewey, one
of the State’s leading educators and
President of the Lake Placid Club, sent
the following to the bereaved husband:</p>
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<div class='line'>“<i>June 22, 1922.</i></div>
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<div class='line'><span class='sc'>J. W. Thompson</span>:—</div>
<div class='line in6'>Albany, N. Y.</div>
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<div class='line'><span class='sc'>Dear Mr. Thompson</span>:—</div>
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<p class='c010'>I have learned with keen regret of
your great loss. Your wife was one of
the best stenographers, most loyal assistants,
I have ever had. I have said
hundreds of times that Harriet Chapman
was rarely equalled. Pray accept
<span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>my sincere sympathy in your loss and
this testimony which I am so glad to
bear to a woman of unusual ability and
character, who always commanded my
utmost respect and confidence.</p>
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<div class='line'><span class='sc'>Melvil Dewey.</span>”</div>
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<p>Education Building, Albany, N. Y., where Mrs. H. Alfarata Chapman<br />Thompson was stenographer for many years in Catalogue Department,<br />University of the State of New York.</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>
<h2 class='c005'>PREFACE</h2>
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<p class='drop-capa0_2_0_7 c013'>The writer in sending out this little
book asks that its readers will try
to bear in mind that while the
whole idea may be more or less ideal, it
is hoped that here and there a thought
may be culled which will serve as a working-basis
for one or another of its readers.
Often in life we realize that something
within us is “knocking to be let
out,” that it may go forth and be of use
unto the world. We frequently need but
the direction pointed to find a path along
which we can tread, scattering here and
there a kindly word, giving of ourselves
whatever is best and worthy the giving,
in return broadening our own lives, coming
in touch with all natures and feeling
the satisfaction that results from “having
tried to do something.” Be the effort
ever so small, it yet shows a desire put
in action and we can hope that, given a
<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>multitude of these good actions, the result
must surely be more sunshine, more
hope, more inspiration to help others,
greater ability to enjoy all that God has
put before us.</p>
<p class='c007'>The writer could carry out her purpose
only by having a setting which is purely
ideal, but from the ideal can often be deduced
something real or practical, and of
that we can use and adapt to ourselves
and individual circumstances whatever
will fit. In this case, it may be much or it
may be little, but let us hope that it will
be something, at least, whatever its measure
may be. Therefore take from these
pages that which appeals to you, then
pass on the book to the next that whatever
good seeds this little work may contain
will in time fall in fruitful soil.</p>
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<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>
<h2 class='c005'>IDEALIA, A UTOPIA DREAM<br /> or<br /> RESTHAVEN</h2>
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<div class='line'>“Reflect that life, like every other blessing,</div>
<div class='line in1'>Derives its value from its use alone.”</div>
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<p class='drop-capa0_2_0_7 c014'>The day was ideal for me, an idler
who had left the train at the station
not far from this particular
hamlet, more because it looked attractive,
than from actual intention. Strolling
leisurely along the shady lanes, it seemed
to me that something more than the usual
calm and restful peace of the country
emanated from somewhere. A little farther
on I reached a place where all nature
seemed to be rejoicing in her own glory.
Even the fence about the grounds surrounding
the very large dwelling within
its boundary looked attractive in its
quaint style and bedecked with the flowering
vines which clung lovingly to it.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>The grounds were large and well kept.
Immense trees spread their branches and
shade in all directions, looking cool and
inviting with the comfortable chairs,
hammocks, tables and garden seats beneath,
arranged with seeming carelessness,
yet each had apparently been
put in the best place for the general comfort
and pleasure of any occupant.
Beautiful flower beds, many with fountains
interspersed, made one linger involuntarily
and either drink the crystal
water from the numerous bright cups
generously provided, or pass the hand
gently through the water, enjoying its refreshing
coolness and bright sparkle in
the sunlight as it dropped from the fingers.
What looked like dining-tables on
wheels seemed to be standing in convenient
places but movable to different
locations, to allow the pleasure of eating
out of doors, presumably, as long as
weather permitted. Truly, the inmates
of this enchanting spot must surely have
studied how and where best to enjoy life.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>Leisurely walking around I wondered
that no one seemed visible about the place,
especially as it was after two o’clock in
the afternoon of a summer’s day. Reaching
the house and feeling free to view it
on all sides, as no one appeared to prevent,
I proceeded to examine it with the
idea of determining what sort of people
lived here. On every side there were
large windows, and piazzas with tables,
wicker rockers, sofas and easy chairs.
Here, too, with careful forethought,
shading vines in not too great profusion
were trained on the sunny side of the
house, making inviting retreats from
the sun, yet with occasional open spaces
for any preferring its full bright rays.
Though an uninvited guest, I took
the liberty of picking out a comfortable
corner, and feeling somewhat tired from
the long walk thought I would rest for
an hour or two, having no fear of being
molested in such a peaceful place. It was
then nearly three.</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>Surely my intended short nap must
have stretched itself into hours, for on
awakening I saw people in every direction,
young, old and middle aged, but
seemingly more of them old than young.
A glance at my watch showed that it was
almost five o’clock, and since no one had
troubled me on discovering my unlicensed
possession of one of the inviting nooks,
I felt free to question these new people.</p>
<p class='c007'>A gentleman of fine presence, accompanying
a pleasant looking lady, came up
to me with friendly greeting.</p>
<p class='c007'>“My good friends,” said I, “will you
kindly tell me what place this is, who
these people are and what they do?”</p>
<p class='c007'>With a cordial smile the lady answered,</p>
<p class='c007'>“Certainly. We are one large happy
family.”</p>
<p class='c007'>The gentleman must have seen a sort
of derisive smile cross my face (my inward
thought was, one of those new sects
that are springing up with somewhat
<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>mushroom-like growth all over the country),
for he hastened to add,</p>
<p class='c007'>“But not the kind of which you are
thinking.” Continuing he said, “About
ten years ago, a lady somewhat elderly,
and her husband, also no longer young,
were left alone in the world without children,
but with plenty of money and decided
to create a model home. Permit
me,” he broke off, “to introduce myself
as Mr. Andrews, their nephew, and this,”
turning to his companion, “is Miss
Bates, one of the best and most charming
‘spirits’ here.”</p>
<p class='c007'>This introduction so frankly given
brought out, of course, a revelation of
my own name and residence, and in brief
how my fondness for exploring and investigating
had led me hither.</p>
<p class='c007'>“But you were telling me,” I said, addressing
Mr. Andrews after we had
chatted awhile, “how this wonderful
place came into existence.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“So I was,” he answered, smiling a
little. “Well, to proceed, these dear old
<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>people conceived the happy idea of building
a home and founding a sort of ideal
refuge for young and old, with or without
means, who had no immediate family or
friends to look after their welfare. Together
they drew plans for the building,
but the difficulty was to find the right
locality. Though no longer young, they
were yet strong and able to travel, so
spent many days and weeks searching for
a place satisfactory as to climate both for
human beings and for what livestock they
might care to raise, with soil lending
itself readily to the cultivation of various
nutritious vegetables and fruits, and with
abundant space for the growth of this
ideal colony. Evidently they could have
found no better location than this for the
seasons here are never extreme, and nature
seems to have smiled her blessing on
the good work so far, since all our efforts
have met with unusual success. Shall I
go on?” he questioned, stopping almost
abruptly.</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>A simultaneous yes from Miss Bates
and myself must have indicated a real interest,
and being thus encouraged he
proceeded,</p>
<p class='c007'>“After finding a satisfactory site, they
next erected this substantial building of
plain brick, in which the first objects to
be attained were cleanliness, comfort and
convenience. They wished it commodiously
arranged with light and airy
bedrooms, <a id='corr15.12'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: diningroom'>dining-room</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_15.12'>dining-room</a></span>, kitchens, and cosy
nooks taking the place of the long and
stately drawing-room, these last being so
arranged and connected with each other
as to make large assembly-rooms should
occasion demand. A carefully selected
library was also to have suitable quarters,
growing with the place.”</p>
<p class='c007'>By this time my curiosity was so keen
that I begged the privilege of seeing the
whole plant with explanations added as
my guides took me through, which request
was most readily granted. But before
proceeding, I could not refrain from
<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>asking why it was that I had found the
place apparently deserted. In answer to
this query Mr. Andrews said, while he
strolled leisurely along,</p>
<p class='c007'>“As you have perhaps noticed, many,
in fact most of the family are elderly
people. In following out the plan we
have tried not to forget that older persons
need more sleep, that they are particularly
apt to wish to ‘take a nap’ during
the higher degrees of heat, or perhaps
in the afternoon anyway, so for the
benefit of all we made the rule of taking
an hour or two of sleep or rest about this
time every day. This rule is, of course,
not compulsory except insofar that no
one may do anything that might in any
way disturb the peace of those wishing to
enjoy a restful hour. Hence the reason
for your thinking you had discovered a
sort of deserted village.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Time was passing notwithstanding this
most interesting conversation, and it
seemed wise that I should be seeking shelter
<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>for the night, also something to satisfy
a very natural hunger. Explaining to my
new found acquaintances that I should
need to get on and requesting permission
to return the next day so that I might accept
their invitation to see the home in
all its details, Miss Bates exclaimed,</p>
<p class='c007'>“Why go farther? Do you think
that we have failed to provide a great
chamber or two for a chance visitor, or
that there is not full and plenty with
which to refresh those who merit out entertainment?
If you will accept our hospitality,
I am sure you will be most welcome
during your stay in these parts.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Naturally, I was very glad to accept
the invitation as cordially as it was extended,
including as it did an offer to send
to the station for my luggage.</p>
<p class='c007'>As we talked my attention was attracted
to the dainty white tablecloths,
glimpses of which could be seen as they
were being spread on the tables mentioned
previously. These had been
<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>wheeled to pleasant parts of the grounds
and near to convenient cupboards skilfully
concealed by the trees and garden
benches. From these cupboards bright
faced young women were taking plain,
neat china, glassware, knives, forks and
spoons and busily arranging the tables
for supper. I appreciated the bright
mind which had conceived these conveniences,
but was not prepared to see the
food brought in little carts and distributed
to the various tables. There was
full and plenty of everything, fresh,
wholesome bread, fruit, summer salads,
golden butter, rich milk and delicious
cake, everything looking the more appetizing
by being in this,—nature’s own
dininghall, decorated by her gifts in all
their glorious beauty.</p>
<p class='c007'>“That looks most inviting,” I remarked,
adding a little mischievously,
“what are you going to do with the occasional
tea drinker or coffee ‘fiend’?
There seems provision for neither beverage,
served either hot or cold.”</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>“Those who wish either cold can have
all they desire,” Mr. Andrews answered,
“for it is brought with the other food.
For the convenience of those preferring
it hot, perhaps the easier way to explain
our plan is to take you to one of those
hidden closets.” And we wended our
way thither.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Here, you see,” he continued, “is a
small iron disk to which an electric wire
is attached. Underneath is a good sized
asbestos plate for protection from the
heated disk. Turning this little switch,
in almost a twinkling tea or coffee can be
served steaming hot. By means of this
little apparatus also, we are able to heat
sufficient water for cleansing the dishes
and other articles, which saves carrying
back and forth to the main storeroom
everything except the food. It is deemed
economy to keep this in one place that
better account may be kept of the supply
and less waste result than would be possible
if the food were distributed in
<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>individual iceboxes. The closets, though
skilfully built, are made strong in every
way, so that we feel no danger in leaving
our material in them, besides there are
some who take turns as watchmen, and
we feel safe in their care. Therefore
everything is arranged conveniently and
safely.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“There is no doubt of that,” I replied,
“for you have certainly studied how to
get out of life the most and best, yet without
the appearance of laziness, making
the most of nature’s gifts and resources
and putting them into use for the benefit
of all.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“In the language of the poet,” remarked
Miss Bates, “we ‘Taste the joy
that springs from labor.’”</p>
<p class='c007'>Taking our places at one of the tables,
(there was no choice for all looked
equally tempting, the members of each
group seeming to have benignity stamped
on their faces) my friends introduced me
here and there and the same cordial greeting
<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>was apparent in all. Bright, cheerful
conversation made the meal lively, newspaper
topics were discussed with equal
zest by young and old, every one, apparently,
seeming abreast of the times.
There was no portioning off of all the
young or all the old, but a happy mingling
of both. For is it not so in everything
in life? Even as the older branches on
the tree are decaying and falling off, they
can feel the new life blood and companionship
of the younger shoots pushing
forth to take their places when they
shall have withered and fallen. Only the
other day I had given me three red roses
on one stem. One was full blown to the
degree of decay. The next was a little
deeper in shade, all its petals uncurled,
but ready in a little while to follow the
other. The last was rich in its deep red
beauty, the outer petals open, but the center
just unfolding. So it seemed to me
that this happy mingling of all ages was
a most beautiful element in this Utopian
scheme.</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>The supper was one of the most enjoyable
of my life, and is to this day always
a pleasant memory. After the meal,
all seemed to take a share, so far as in
his or her strength lay, in putting things
in order without confusion, and those
exempt for any cause strolled about in
the lovely evening air, or sat and chatted
with their neighbors. And the glorious
sunset added beauty to the scene, fitly
illustrating these exquisite lines,—</p>
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<div class='line'>“Touched by a light that hath no name</div>
<div class='line in2'>A glory never sung,</div>
<div class='line'>Aloft on sky and mountain wall</div>
<div class='line in2'>Are God’s great pictures hung.”</div>
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<p class='c015'>I wended my way here and there, feeling
safe and happy in this haven of rest,
finding all with whom I talked very interesting.</p>
<p class='c007'>As darkness crept on, the grounds
were beautifully illuminated by myriads
of incandescent lights in various colored
globes, shedding their soft radiance upon
<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>the scene, making it almost fairylike in
its beauty.</p>
<p class='c007'>Inquiring the hour for retiring, I was
informed that no limit was placed, it being
understood that each would use discretion
as to proper hours. They were
after all located not very far from various
attractions and churches of different
denominations, accessible by conveyances
for the older people and by an electric
railway which I later discovered came
within easy reach of their grounds. They
told me, however, that though not meaning
to appear selfish, it was found with
such a household, such a variety of people
and approved amusements of all kinds,
there was little outside attraction for
many of them. Of course certain supplies
had to be obtained and extra produce
disposed of, and for those not caring
to make the necessary trip others were
always glad and willing to do their
errands.</p>
<p class='c007'>I was shown for the night to a dear
little room. “Dear,” because a large
<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>bedroom with canopied bed, imposing
furniture and heavy draperies never appeals
to me so much as a simple, but
daintily arranged chamber which makes
one just long to lie right down and go to
sleep. This furniture was white with a
little sprig of green vine decorating it,
the color scheme of the room in every
particular having been carried out in a
way at once refreshing and attractive.</p>
<p class='c007'>In the act of drawing the shades at the
windows the scene without claimed my
attention. The little hamlet a few miles
away lay wrapped in peaceful slumber.
Against the unclouded sky the spires of
the churches were outlined distinctly,
while the hundreds of electric lights appeared
like stars of dazzling brilliancy.
Down the unseen tracks of the railroad
near by an electric car came speeding on
its way. Moved by that wonderful, invisible
power, it seemed to have come and
gone, in its extreme rapidity, almost by
magic, reappearing in the far distance
<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>like a will-o’-the-wisp as now and then it
was hidden from view by the tall trees.</p>
<p class='c007'>My sleep was that of the just as well
as the tired, for on bidding my friends
good night I learned that I had walked
much farther than it seemed, having of
course taken the longer route.</p>
<p class='c007'>On awaking the next morning it was
raining and though a walk in the rain is
by no means objectionable to me, it was
pleasant to think of being already at
headquarters for the day, particularly
when so many interesting things were in
store. After arranging my toilet I went
out on the little balcony leading from the
room. From there I could enjoy with renewed
appreciation the grounds about the
house, being surprised at their vast extent,
none too large, however, in view of
the purpose of the family. Everything
looked bright and fresh from the rain as
it gently fell, the fountains jetting up in
welcome greeting.</p>
<p class='c007'>Thinking it must be time for breakfast
I reentered the room and started for the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span><a id='corr26.1'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: diningroom'>dining-room</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_26.1'>dining-room</a></span>. Going through the hall I
met a charming little woman, who gave
me a bright morning smile and invited
me to go with her to breakfast. She had
reached beyond her three score, her hair
was as beautiful as spun silver, and her
face bore the lines with which time stamps
the character of our life. Hers was only
kindly and she seemed my rose in its fullest
bloom. Lightly putting my arm about
her waist together we wended our way
downstairs. She was bright and interesting,
her inquiries being delicate, but to
the point. She had seen me the night before,
though it happened that I had not
met her. My remark on the fact that it
was raining brought out this answer,</p>
<p class='c007'>“Yes, but we mind it not. We rejoice
that our efforts are helped and blessed by
God’s own hand, for do not the berries
grow and ripen from the rain and sun,
our vegetables increase in plenty and our
cattle thrive on the rich grass, and does
not it all help us to help each other in this
<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>our cooperative plan to help one another?
We are grateful for the rains, for the
sunshine and for our many blessings.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Somehow I must have had an intuitive
feeling that this little lady was none other
than the kind spirited person who had
laid the foundation for this happy home,
and fearing not to give offense, I frankly
asked if this were true.</p>
<p class='c007'>“It is,” she answered. “But since we
have gotten so nicely started my husband
has been taken from me.” The gentle
eyes grew moist as she continued, “I
feel, however, that he has gone to that
happier, brighter home, and although I
miss him in many ways, I look forward
to the union beyond and am making myself
content and happy by trying to bring
sunshine into the lives of others who
have lost those equally dear. To me,</p>
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<div class='line in4'>‘By his life alone,</div>
<div class='line'>Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown.’”</div>
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<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>I breathed a prayer of gratitude that
the Father above had put it into the
hearts of some, at least, to accept in such
spirit their afflictions and to seek thus to
bear them by giving and getting hope and
cheer.</p>
<p class='c007'>By this time we had reached the <a id='corr28.8'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: diningroom'>dining-room</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_28.8'>dining-room</a></span>
and Mr. Andrews seeing us,
drew near. He introduced me to the
lady, his aunt, Mrs. Chester, but I think
she and I both felt that a very friendly
feeling had already sprung up between
us and, on my part, at least, I hoped it
was cemented by the more formal introduction.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Well,” remarked Mr. Andrews,
“you see the rain will prevent our eating
out of doors this morning, but we trust
the meal inside will be equally enjoyable
to you for we are a little proud of both
our <a id='corr28.21'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: diningrooms'>dining-rooms</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_28.21'>dining-rooms</a></span>.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“I expect to find pleasure in seeing
every side of the life here,” I replied,
“and am somewhat glad that it is possible
<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>to have the opportunity to observe it under
all conditions.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Accompanying Mrs. Chester we passed
into a large room with numerous tables
and comfortable chairs having rubber
tipped legs. On the walls were pictures,
neatly and tastefully framed, of fish,
game, fruit and vegetables in natural
tints. Beautiful closets, with glass doors
and drawers beneath, containing all the
necessary table accessories, were arranged
at convenient points. There were
also other closets with artistically carved
panels, the use of which I had yet to discover.
Nothing, however, looked superfluous,
the room being attractive, but intended
for its particular purpose only.</p>
<p class='c007'>There seemed to be no lingering, for
when we sat down the room appeared to
me as if it must contain its entire household.
The tables drew my attention by
their peculiar construction. They were
round, the center appearing to be separate
from the outer part and to revolve
<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>independently. At regular intervals on the
central part there were convenient small
handles by which it could be turned and
its contents reached by those sitting at
the outer table. Everything was served
ready to eat, coffee and tea being in patent
vessels, into the bottom of which
slipped a hot asbestos plate. The tables
averaged about five persons, each of
whom helped himself or was helped by
another, the meal progressing as happily
as that of the previous evening. Having
no more choice than when out of doors,
there was no seeking of a particular seat,
but all contributed their quota to making
the party at every table a pleasant one.</p>
<p class='c007'>To have attained such perfect precision
seemed to me must have cost the
study of a lifetime yet they told me that
even those who had been there but a short
while seemed to fully appreciate the spirit
of the home and to join readily with the
rest in their efforts for the best welfare
of all. Regular meal hours were fixed,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>every one knew them and all came
promptly.</p>
<p class='c007'>After breakfast, the dishes were
washed at convenient porcelain sinks
which were disclosed on opening the
other closets. The tables were reset for
the next meal if it were likely to be eaten
indoors, or the articles put away till next
needed. Food and refuse were gathered
in proper receptacles, put on the shelves
of wheeled trucks and taken to their respective
places. Everything was done not
hastily, with the effort of hurrying to get
through, but with the intent and purpose
of doing it and doing it right and cheerfully.</p>
<p class='c007'>I could not help thinking that it seemed
as if some gentle fairy must have given
her patronage here, the results appearing
like magical wonders.</p>
<p class='c007'>Mr. Andrews joined his aunt and myself
as we were leaving the room. In the
course of conversation it came out that
he was by profession a doctor, and
<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>practised in the neighboring towns as well as
in this immediate hamlet. Feeling that
perhaps on my part it was taking too
much of his time to show me about the
place I said as much and he answered,</p>
<p class='c007'>“Do not fear. In the first place, here
in this particular locality I have little use
for my professional knowledge. We
seem to have been more than blessed with
good health and spirits, and my ability,
in greater or less degree, as a director
for this home comes into better play than
in the administering of my pills or powders.”
A happy smile accompanied this
remark as though he felt heartily grateful
that it was true.</p>
<p class='c007'>I asked Mrs. Chester whither she was
bound and she said,</p>
<p class='c007'>“To look after my children, keep busy
and out of mischief for a while, but I
shall see you later on. Take good care of
her,” she said to Mr. Andrews as she
left us.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Which would you like to see first,”
he questioned. “You have seen some of
[Illustration: The Home of the late Mrs. H. Alfarata Chapman
Thompson.]
<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>our ideas, but what appeals most strongly
to you as next to be investigated?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Everything,” I replied quickly, “and
since I can not choose as all is equally interesting,
you had better decide, for</p>
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<div class='line in4'>‘The atmosphere</div>
<div class='line'>Breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers</div>
<div class='line in4'>Seem full of welcome.’”</div>
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<p class='c007'>“Very well, as you are a woman, I
judge that the prettier parts may appeal
to you most strongly and shall show you
our conversation corners and parlorettes.”
And he led the way to one of the
latter.</p>
<p class='c007'>It was furnished in such manner as to
show careful thought for adaptability to
any season, yet seemed peculiarly suggestive
of only one. There was no upholstered
furniture to gather dust, lose
shape, be uncomfortable in warm weather
or hygienically unsafe. Pillows and adjustable
seat cushions, however, were in
plenty to be used presumably, in any way,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>for the comfort of occupants on the attractive
couchs, chairs and rockers of
willow. The floor in wood of artistically
colored design had here and there a rug
harmonizing in color, but light in weight.
On the walls were a few carefully chosen
pictures of summer scenes and themes
suggesting thoughts of that season. A
water-nymph, Pan, Psyche and other
choice pieces of bric-a-brac roused my admiration,
as did also the folios of small
pictures giving views of cascades, mountain
trails, lakes, forests and picturesque
scenery. A cursory look at the magazines
and books showed that they too
were suggestive of nature study, outings
and the many opportunities peculiar to
the summer season, to come closer in
touch with nature. The whole arrangement
of the room seemed intended to suggest
only summer and I asked if this had
been their plan.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Yes,” said Mr. Andrews in reply to
my question, “that was part of the idea,
but it was not intended to suggest such
<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>thoughts only, for as I have already remarked,
we know not extremes here. The
thought in the arrangement of each of
our principal rooms, as you will discover,
was, in conjunction with this to give a
basis for change and rest to the mind if
one were alone, or to serve as an impetus
for topics of conversation, discussions
and talks that will be helpful as well as
interesting, and we look for this in all
our household so far as possible.”</p>
<p class='c007'>The idea seemed beautiful theoretically,
but I could not help feeling a little
skeptical about it.</p>
<p class='c007'>From there we entered next what was
evidently a music-room, for a fine piano
stood open, choice music and books about
music and musicians lay on the tables,
and one or two different instruments
gave proof that some of the people were
interested in other lines. Here too, apparently,
care had been taken to inspire
to effort by portraits of some of the
famous composers, including the beloved
Mendelssohn, Rubenstein, Chopin, Liszt,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>and an excellent copy of the favorite picture
“Song without words,” also known
as “Mendelssohn and his Sister.” There
was no lavish display in anything, but the
whole room bespoke a wish to rouse and
keep interested those with talent in this
direction. As we turned to leave, a man,
by no means young, but with purpose reflected
on his strong, kind face, entered
and Mr. Andrews introduced him as Mr.
Whitehurst. Not wishing to interrupt
him I said,</p>
<p class='c007'>“We shall not disturb you, for I presume
you are another Franz Abt or perhaps
a Pinsuti about to try the melodies
floating through your brain, and then
give them forth to the world to enjoy.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“No,” he answered laughingly, “I am
practically but a beginner. Though having
a little latent talent, until I came here
the chance had never been offered to cultivate
it. Now I have opportunity to
practise and do what I can after regular
duties are finished, and am very happy.”
After chatting a little while we bade him
<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>good morning, and left him to pursue his
studies.</p>
<p class='c007'>Once outside of hearing, I ventured to
inquire what the occupation might be of
this particular man, and was told that his
work lay chiefly in the care of the flower
and vegetable gardens as he had excellent
knowledge in this direction.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Mr. Whitehurst came to us,” said
Mr. Andrews, “heartsick and discouraged.
He had sought work in his own
and other lines without success, was alone
in the world and not in the best of health.
We asked what he could do, also an
honest statement of where he had come
from together with information on a few
other minor points, then gave him a
chance to do what he could. I am glad
to say he has proven fully worthy of our
confidence. He has under him several of
our younger men who are equally interested
in the best farming and floriculture.
By agreement and careful arrangement
of their work, each has time for his own
special line of amusement, and Mr.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>Whitehurst has practised diligently. Fortunately,
having in our household one
who is quite a skilled musician we have
been able to guide and cheer him on. I
think we shall never have any regret for
he has proven most exemplary in every
way.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Again I inwardly asked many blessings
on those good people whose purpose in
life was of the highest and noblest.
While thinking thus, we had reached another
room which I immediately conjectured
had been planned to represent
fall. Here again was unupholstered furniture,
but its framework carried the
colors of autumn foliage. Some of the
pictures were of the woods in their rich
beauty at the turning of the leaves, others
were of the hunt, the vineyard and merry
parties gathering nuts. The literature
also suggested seasonable topics and one
could only feel happy amid such surroundings.
I was getting bewildered by
the successful manner in which this novel
idea had been carried out and less
<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>skeptical, and had to show my admiration in
numerous expressions of praise.</p>
<p class='c007'>A graceful turn past pretty corners
brought us to the library which was so
inviting with its little tables, comfortable
chairs and shelves well filled with the
best literature, dictionaries, cyclopedias
and other reference books. Pictures of
the “Poets Corner,” of the “Taj Mahal,”
of the “Children of Charles I of England,”
of the “Colosseum” were an inspiration
to explore into the history of
various countries, while excellent casts
of the “Winged Victory of <a id='corr36.7'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: Samathrace'>Samothrace</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_36.7'>Samothrace</a></span>,”
“Mercury,” and the “Three Fates,”
busts of Homer, Milton, Joan of Arc,
Longfellow and Whittier seemed to make
one involuntarily long to gain knowledge
of mythology, art, famous people, poetry
and other interesting subjects.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Our library is small as yet,” said Mr.
Andrews, “but we wish it to grow with
us, to speak in itself of the progress of
our life here. Therefore selections and
additions are made with judicious care
<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>and we have allowed ample room for a
few years growth at least.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Leading into the library was a smaller
room or alcove arranged with conveniences
for a teacher and pupils, and even
as we entered a little girl was just finishing
a morning lesson in arithmetic. A
bright face young woman accompanied
her and both looked happy. Our introductions
and conversation revealed the
fact that the elder was a Miss Lorimer
and had formerly been governess in a
family of wealth, who believed in educating
their children by travel as well as
by books. She seemed to have a store of
knowledge made all the richer by coming
in close contact and studying things in
fact as well as in fancy.</p>
<p class='c007'>“My little pupil, Alice, here,” she said,
“is particularly happy in having mastered
a very hard problem for her in mathematics.
We get on very well in other
subjects, but this seems more difficult.
Therefore to make it perhaps a little
plainer and also less tedious than
<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>constant study from books, we are going out
now to study arithmetic from nature.
Everything looks refreshed since the rain
and the ground absorbs the moisture so
quickly that I think we shall be safe. We
are going to add, subtract, multiply and
divide the rows of potatoes in the vegetable
garden and incidentally take a lesson
in botany as we study the blossoms,
leaves, roots and general manner in
which potatoes grow. We shall have a
happy time, shall we not, Alice?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Yes, Miss Lorimer,” the child answered.
“I am always happy here.
While I am busy with my hands putting
away the dishes and placing the chairs
about the tables in the <a id='corr41.18'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: diningroom'>dining-room</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_41.18'>dining-room</a></span>, my
mind is also full of thoughts about my
lessons and hoping you will have something
new in store for me. And I feel so
glad to be useful that it seems to take
almost only a minute to do anything.
My! but I’m glad they brought me here.”</p>
<p class='c007'>The dear little face did indeed look
bright and happy as we all said good
<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>morning and they turned away together.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Truly,” I said to Mr. Andrews, “you
have certainly all learned the pleasure of
giving as well as of receiving, for Miss
Lorimer looks quite as pleased as little
Alice.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Yes,” he answered, “that is so. They
who thus give of themselves seem to be
as glad to impart their knowledge as
those seeking it are to gain it. Here, any
who lack instruction are helped in all lines
by those having ability to teach. Miss
Lorimer from her large experience is
very successful in teaching both young
and old, and has a most delightful way of
adopting methods likely to keep all interested
and result in real study.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“As an aid in such work,” he continued,
“we have started here a miniature
museum,” and he led the way across
the room to where glass cases stood containing
specimens of birds, insects, minerals
and animals that were common
about the place or that had been obtained
elsewhere and contributed. An
<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>exceptionally fine botanic collection carefully
mounted was of more than ordinary
interest.</p>
<p class='c007'>“How was it possible,” I asked, “for
you to think of everything to thus complete
the family life here?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Perhaps it was easier than you
think,” Mr. Andrews replied. “Although
my aunt and her husband in establishing
this home had certain lines which they
wished to follow, they never failed to get
ideas from all and every one who could
contribute anything toward making life
within these walls happy for both young
and old. They were fortunate in having
among their friends some men and
women with rare minds, a little means,
and, like themselves, without relatives.
Therefore, when spoken to regarding
this novel scheme they were only too glad
to become members of the household, to
do their share in its labor and contribute
their quota for the good of all.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Had this not been so,” I answered,
“your wonderful home would have been
<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>an utter impossibility. It takes, first of
all, people possessing broad, liberal spirits,
willing to give in every way for the
benefit of others, to make success crown
such an effort as this. Knowledge is a
very necessary item, but unaccompanied
with generosity of heart, will ever be like
the miser’s gold hidden away,—a principal
accruing no interest. While not in
use, neither can circulate for the benefit
of the world or carry out its real
purpose.”</p>
<p class='c007'>To this Mr. Andrews replied, “Your
comparison is not only a good one, but
quite true. We try in every way to live
for each other and to hoard up nothing.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“But here we are to our next parlorette
which may possibly be termed ‘winter:’
However, if this means to you only
snow covered earth, ice-locked rivers,
people in furs and the jingle of sleigh-bells,
you can look for suggestions for
such thoughts in the pictures mainly and
some of the literature. We do not wish
our smiles to freeze on the lips, our
<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>hearts to coldly respond to the pleas of
others, nor our minds even temporarily
inactive. We would get from winter
thoughts of purity when Mother Earth
puts on her ermine mantle; of lightheartedness
as the children skate merrily over
frozen waters glistening in the sunlight,
or faces smile out on you as sleighs skim
by with their happy occupants; of a
happy home circle gathered about a great
open fire as grandfather and grandmother
tell of bygone days when they too
were young and enjoyed roasting nuts or
apples before the bright fire, or shook the
corn-popper till every kernel had burst
into a toothsome morsel.”</p>
<p class='c007'>I could easily imagine such happy
scenes as Mr. Andrews pictured and marveled
not to find the “winter” room
quite as he had described it. The furniture
was of a rich, warm coloring, still
carrying out the hygienic principle, since
none of it was upholstered, but, as in the
other rooms, its odd shapes and restful
pillows made it equally as inviting as if
<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>of the richest satin. Against the snowy
trimmings of the room and the white-framed
pictures it was most effective.
The books of travel, history and other
more solid subjects, and magazines containing
biographic sketches and articles
on topics of the day, invited real, earnest
reading. But an object of special interest
was a rug of quite good size, in the
center of the floor, whose color was pure
white. I knew immediately that it was
not fur, since they had told me that there
were no extremes in weather in that
locality. Presumably, therefore, a rug
of that material would not find resting-place.
On examination it proved to be
nothing but white cord. Mr. Andrews
seeing my attention was drawn to it
explained,</p>
<p class='c007'>“That rug we prize very highly,
though so simple in its makeup. It is, as
you see, knit of plain white cord and put
on a substantial backing. One of our
eldest ladies, now gone to rest, enjoyed
passing some of her leisure time in this
<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>way, with the result that the rug is not
only unique, but quite effective. Though
from its fluffiness it looks somewhat
heavy, with the great conveniences in our
laundry it is easily washed and is therefore
always white and clean.”</p>
<p class='c007'>I could almost see the dear hands plying
the needle, and the smiles of pleasure
that must have crossed the good woman’s
face as she watched the work grow beneath
her nimble fingers till at last it was
done and she could give it, showing in its
color the purity of her life, in its work
the activity of mind and heart till the
last, and in all, her love for this happy
home on earth.</p>
<p class='c007'>I liked this room so well I would fain
have lingered, but I felt that Mr. Andrews’s
time was precious.</p>
<p class='c007'>The one next to this proved to be an
attractive corner which in itself was none
other than a small art gallery. I recognized
copies of a number of the masterpieces,
well chosen, and intended, presumably,
to carry out their mission of
<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>creating true admiration and appreciation
of the beautiful. Here too were
books about art and artists. Neat portfolios
contained specimens, which were
more than fair, of some of the efforts of
members of the household. There were
also a few excellent pieces of statuary. At
one side, hidden by light drapery, was an
exit to another room of larger size in
which I discovered was a small, but
seemingly very fine pipe organ. Encircled
in suitable frames were portraits
of Bach, Haydn and Handel, renowned
for their exquisite religious compositions.
There were also enlarged copies
of details from Sargent’s famous Frieze
of the Prophets and Abbey’s Quest of
the Holy Grail, while an excellent reproduction
of Correggio’s Holy Night with
all its appealing sweetness awoke in me
renewed admiration for the picture.</p>
<p class='c007'>I felt instinctively that the purpose of
this room was not only to give opportunity
for practice and pleasure to those
whose musical ability lay in this direction,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>but also, should any wish, to be used
for sacred service during Sunday hours
or at other times. Turning to Mr. Andrews
I asked if my surmise was correct.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Yes,” he said, “often many of our
older members feel unable to take the
long trip to church. Frequently, also,
the younger people for some reason are
disinclined to go. Amid such surroundings,
however, there is opportunity for
all to express their praise and thanksgiving.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Our way then led us to another room
whose predominant coloring in delicate
greens, exquisite pictures, inviting books
and graceful furniture declared it to be
indicative of spring with all her beauty
of leafing trees, budding blossoms, rippling
waters released from winter’s cold
embrace and the time when all nature
seems to have gained new life, new
strength, new inspiration. I think I liked
this best. I could get from it my conception
of what our lives should be. Free
from the repelling cold of winter in our
<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>manner, in our thoughts and in our
hearts; free from the feeling of depression,
lassitude and inactivity accompanying
hot summer days; free from the involuntary
sense of sadness and cheerlessness
that sometimes comes to those who
know the changes of the seasons and in
fall see the days glide by, now bright, now
gloomy, the leaves showing forth in all
their autumn splendor before they gently
drop and die, and nature seems to have
reached perfection only to wither and decay.
But spring carries the blessed
thought of resurrection, of a new life on
earth and beyond, of hope and cheer, of
inspiration to do and to be what is best.
So of all I proclaimed this my choice.</p>
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<div class='group'>
<div class='line'>“Spring, Spring, beautiful spring</div>
<div class='line in1'>Laden with glory and light you some;</div>
<div class='line in1'>With the leaf, the bloom, and the butterfly’s wing,</div>
<div class='line in1'>Making our earth a fairy home.</div>
<div class='line in1'>The primroses glitter—the violets peep;</div>
<div class='line in1'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>And zephyr is feasting on flower and bloom.</div>
<div class='line in1'>Arouse, ye sluggards, what soul shall sleep</div>
<div class='line in1'>While the lark’s in the sky, and the bee’s on the palm?</div>
<div class='line in1'>The sweetest song, and the loudest string,</div>
<div class='line in1'>Should pour a welcome to beautiful Spring.”</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<p class='c007'>The beauty and restful peace of the
entire place appealed to me so strongly
that I longed to ask permission to spend
at least a part of my vacation days there.
The idea and wish growing stronger I
turned to Mr. Andrews and said,</p>
<p class='c007'>“Pardon the many questions with
which I may possibly trouble you, and
also what may be an unusual request.
Do you ever take as boarders or as temporary
members of the household, to do
their share of duties here, strangers
who may chance to find this delightful
place?”</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>“Yes,” said Mr. Andrews, “we have
had both, though we prefer the latter for
the reason that the visitor has better opportunity
to study our life, perhaps to
make suggestions in lines of which we
had not thought, or to take our ideas with
him or her, as the case may be, and sow
the good seed in other soil.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“I fear that I should have little chance
to do any such work though I should certainly
try.” I answered. My inward
thought was, however, that perhaps it
would be possible for me to remain long
enough to get a thorough understanding
of their life, describe it in such manner
and give it to the world in such form that
the excellent work might thus be increased
indirectly by my efforts. Aloud,
I continued,</p>
<p class='c007'>“Would you be willing to take me as
one or the other for a portion of my leisure
or for all? I could give some compensation
and also share in certain work.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“I think,” said Mr. Andrews, “that
we can arrange it satisfactorily to both
<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>parties and would suggest that you send
immediately for anything further that
you may require.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Thank you most sincerely,” I replied,
“but in the meantime as we have taken
nearly all the morning in getting thus far
and as you have graciously permitted me
to remain longer, shall I not excuse you,
Mr. Andrews, for those who have a
greater claim on your time? I shall now
feel more or less free to roam at will in
the rooms I have already seen and do not
wish to engage too much of the time of
you good people.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“I <i>am</i> a little surprised to find that it
is so late,” he answered, “still one can
hardly skim over our model if he would
know it in all its details. There are some
patients whom I must see, so I will leave
you for a while.”</p>
<p class='c007'>As he left me I turned to study more
the grouping of the rooms we had visited.
They were on either side an <a id='corr53.26'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original : eliptical'>elliptical</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_53.26'>elliptical</a></span>
shaped hallway that terminated in a
graceful entrance to the dining-room
<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>which was the full width of the house at
the rear. In the center of the hall was a
most ingeniously constructed fountain
which served not only to beautify, but
also as a convenient place for drinking
water for that floor. It represented a
miniature lake in which, indeed, sweet
waterlilies appeared to float. They
proved to be, however, but fine enamel
work in colors so natural as to tempt one
to gather the lilies as they lay there.
From the ewer in the right hand of the
exquisitely carved figure in the center,
the water poured forth to the lake beneath,
while in the left hand another
beautiful lily was upheld, completely hiding
in its cup a drinking-glass.</p>
<p class='c007'>I lingered here with admiring gaze.
The incandescent lights above had shades
of green and white only, and I longed for
evening to come when I could see the
fountain in its full beauty. The potted
ferns arranged so cleverly amid the large
pieces of natural rock made the effect
very charming. On the previous evening,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>being somewhat fatigued and enthralled
by all that I had seen before
entering the house, I had given this delightful
spot only a cursory glance and
had not realized how beautiful it was.</p>
<p class='c007'>Ascending the broad stairway I happened
to meet Mrs. Chester and with her
had the pleasure of visiting several of the
rooms and their occupants.</p>
<p class='c007'>Among the first on whom we called
was an elderly gentleman. There he sat
in his easy chair, looking bright and
cheerful despite the gray clouds without.
Our introduction revealed the fact that I
had known some of the younger members
of his family, but they were all gone,
and he, the last, had come to this haven
of rest and peace. Though a little feeble,
he was able to get about, slowly but
surely, with the younger people’s help,
and I was happy to see as his companion
a young boy who had been sitting there
so quietly that we had hardly noticed
him.</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>“And who may you be,” I asked.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Well,” he said, “I call myself Mr.
Lansing’s ‘chum,’ because we spend so
much time together, but my name is Ned
Tompkins.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“So you are Mr. Lansing’s ‘chum.’
What do you mean by that?” I inquired.</p>
<p class='c007'>“It is this way,” he said, “when they
found and brought me here six years ago
Mr. Lansing saw me and began to take
particular interest in me. Though they
were all good his kindness seemed to
touch the right spot and was very welcome
to a waif like me, for he seemed like
a grandpa would be to a boy if he had
one, and I never knew how nice it was to
have a real grandpa, but used to imagine
it lots of times. So I’ve tried to be all I
could to him and have grown to love him
dearly, and we are good comrades.
Aren’t we, Mr. Lansing?” he broke off
abruptly.</p>
<p class='c007'>“That we are, my lad,” Mr. Lansing
answered, “and very glad I am to have
you.” Turning to me he continued, “He
<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>makes the days go happily by for me by
bringing me the papers and reading (for
my eyes don’t see just as they used), and
now and then we play checkers or the
other games dear to such old people as I,
and days when I can’t get around so well,
he never forgets me up here.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“But you don’t tell,” interposed Ned,
“all you do for me, how you have taken
the old books down in the library and explained
things to me as I have read, and
how we have built bridges, cut out steamboats
from paper and wood, and had the
most wonderful trains and locomotives,
and how we have played we were in different
stations and telegraphed and telephoned,
and best of all how we made a
tiny little elevator and ran it with electricity
by attaching a wire to the current.
Why, we have had the greatest fun you
ever saw, and now I am getting so big
and strong that he can trust himself to
me and I am very proud and happy.”
And he tried to hide the tears that
would come, despite his being ‘big and
<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>strong,’ because, I suppose, they were
tears of joy like many of us have, in that
he was able to do something in return for
the old gentleman’s kindness.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Ned is a good boy,” said Mrs. Chester,
“and every day we learn the wisdom
of our decision in taking the lad into our
hearts and home.” The kindly hand on
the boy’s shoulder as she spoke these
words and gentle pat as we turned to go
I know helped to keep warm his love and
affection for the dear good woman.</p>
<p class='c007'>“I am very glad to have seen you
both,” I said, in parting, “and know that
we shall meet often, for I am going to be
here too for a while, and enjoy this
happy home. But good morning to you
now, I want to see more of the people
here.”</p>
<p class='c007'>As we left them I, as usual, immediately
plied Mrs. Chester with many
questions.</p>
<p class='c007'>“The man is no longer young,” I said,
“in what way does he contribute to your
<span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>home here, for of course, like all the rest,
he prefers to do something.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“In the first place,” replied Mrs. Chester,
“his many fine attributes and noble
character are a lesson to each of us and
an incentive to try to become likewise.</p>
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<div class='linegroup'>
<div class='group'>
<div class='line'>‘He wears the marks of many years well spent,</div>
<div class='line in1'>Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience.’</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<p class='c015'>Were there nothing else, it would be
enough to have such a grand example before
us day after day to study. Beyond
that, as you probably gathered from what
the boy said, Mr. Lansing is a fine scholar
and can give of his store of knowledge
much for our benefit. Till his mind shall
fail utterly, we can draw from him in
every way, and in any case, we shall give
of the love and kindness that fills our
hearts for him. Ned is indeed very glad
that he is growing large, for when Mr.
Lansing feels too weak to attempt the
long walk through the halls to meals, or
<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>out of doors, he has a comfortable wheel-chair
in which Ned not only rolls him to
the elevator to bring him downstairs, but
takes him out in the open air so that he
has opportunity to enjoy with the rest of
us all of God’s precious gifts. He has
but to ring his bell for anything wanted
or to share in whatever the hour may
have in store, and we gladly serve him or
help him to join us. His prayers in our
hours of religious service are most helpful
and beautiful, and not infrequently
we hear his voice, though weak, joining
in our songs of praise and hymns of
thanksgiving.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“You can not realize how all this
thoughtfulness and unselfish consideration
for older people impresses me, but
does Ned never tire of Mr. Lansing’s
company, or is it the old story of opposites
having strong attraction for each
other?” I smilingly asked.</p>
<p class='c007'>“No,” replied Mrs. Chester, “Ned
seems never too weary. On the contrary,
soon after his arrival he asked if he
<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>could not have a room near to Mr. <a id='corr61.1'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: Lansings'>Lansing</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_61.1'>Lansing</a></span>’s,
which privilege we granted, and
their constant and close association has
developed into a most loving relationship
which is a delight to us all.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“It is most fortunate,” I answered,
“that this is true as it works in so satisfactorily
with your aims and purposes.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“It is but one more of the many things
for which we have to be thankful,” said
Mrs. Chester in a tone of gratitude.</p>
<p class='c007'>During our conversation we had
walked leisurely along the hall, which in
itself was as attractive as every other
part of the home. Beautiful pictures
graced the walls and evidently these
people did not believe in confining flowers,
books, newspapers or other literature
to any particular spot, for there were
numerous plants in unexpected corners,
whose bright bloom and delicate fragrance
charmed you to them, and magazines
and papers on tables or in racks
tempted one to gather a bit of knowledge
<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>while resting in one of the easy chairs
conveniently at hand.</p>
<p class='c007'>I glanced in the various chambers as
we passed along and saw they were being
rapidly put in order. I wondered what
sort of system could make this part of
the work run with almost clocklike precision,
but when Mrs. Chester told me
that each who was able took care of her
own rooms and that the rest were looked
after by voluntary choice and understanding
between the female constituency,
I could quickly realize that with
every convenience at hand and willing,
loving hearts, labor in all directions for
every one was as much pleasure as toil.</p>
<p class='c007'>“As for the men,” said Mrs. Chester
in farther explanation, “those who seem
best fitted for certain lines of work are
given opportunity to carry out their
tastes and efforts in that direction, varying
it during leisure moments with whatever
diversion appeals to them or a different
kind of work, if they choose,
which latter they very often do. But
<span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>how this plan works you will find out
later. Let us stop here and visit for a
while,” she concluded, at the same time
knocking at the door of another chamber.</p>
<p class='c007'>A sweet voice bade us enter and on
opening the door we found the occupant
to be, as I had supposed, a young woman
of about twenty. She was reclining
against a bed-rest with comfortable pillows,
but something about her led me to
think that she was a little helpless.</p>
<p class='c007'>“This is Miss Delancey,” said Mrs.
Chester in introducing us and I came
close so as to cordially press the fragile
hand extended in greeting. We chatted
a while, and then Mrs. Chester said that
she would excuse herself and leave me
with Miss Delancey for a little visit. I
quite enjoyed the prospect of seeing
something of the character of this young
lady.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Having found such an abundance of
everything here to contribute to the highest
degree of health and happiness,” I
said, “I think I hardly expected to find
<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>any one who has not, seemingly, taken
the elixir of life and become proof
against age or disease.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“No,” she answered, smiling a little,
“here is one who must ever be dependent
on the kindness of others. Though with
assistance I can sometimes get from the
bed to a chair, the spine is affected and
there is little hope of my ever recovering.
Ofttimes I have nearly given up, but
with the cheer and comfort of all these
kind people I feel that I have still much
for which to be thankful, and so have
tried to find my special corner in life and
to fill it as best I can even though a cripple.
God has blessed me with all the
senses, and when I realize the value of
these contrasted with the loss of sight,
hearing, or the power of speech, life has
become almost dazzling with all that it
holds out for me. You see,” she broke
off, “that if nothing else, I am ever
anxious to talk to a willing listener.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“And,” I added, “you certainly have
a most willing one in me. I am only too
<span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>glad to hear that you may have to say,
and am more than pleased that you are
inclined to talk so freely of yourself.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Yes,” she continued, somewhat meditatively,
“I have decided that if there is
anything in my enforced invalidism that
can be turned into a joy, I am resolved to
make it so. But at first you don’t know
how hard it was not to feel envious, disheartened,
cross and fretful, until, as I
have said, I suddenly woke up and found
that there was much for my brain and
hands to do if only the heart gave them
the right impulse. So the good people
here give me what I ask for, within reason,
and I spend my time thinking, planning
and studying to give of whatever in
myself is worth the giving. Fortunately,
Mr. Andrews being a doctor, insures for
me the best of care. Also, one of the
ladies here has been and is a most excellent
trained nurse and is kindness itself
to me. Her generous consideration of
my welfare, and constant help and attention
are a boon and solace to my heart.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>All women have their vanities and weaknesses
you know,” she jestingly concluded.</p>
<p class='c007'>“May I ask how you employ the hours
to make the time slip by with other than
lagging footsteps?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Certainly,” Miss Delancey answered.
“Being a woman and an invalid I one
day bethought me of the many who were
afflicted likewise, but not so happily situated,
and I immediately tried to think
what I could do and how I could do it to
make the days less weary for them as,
perhaps, they too lay in bed, unable to be
up and doing. So I have taken from
various magazines and papers attractive
pictures and good literature, and from
these the younger unfortunates have
made small books, not too heavy, with
carefully arranged pages of different colored
muslins. It has been a pleasure also
to select a short piece of poetry and
search for a picture or two to illustrate
it. Again, I have taken prose writings
and, having a little ability for sketching,
<span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>have drawn on white muslin, pictures
which I thought might make the story
more readable. I have made a number
of such books for old and young, sending
them far and wide, and many are the letters
of thanks I have received and wept
over, realizing from their tone that the
writers had little idea that the maker of
the books was herself a cripple. Then
too, I can sew fairly well and knit, so the
variation resulting from these <a id='corr67.11'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: occupapations'>occupations</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_67.11'>occupations</a></span>,
besides reading and studying for
my own benefit, has given me plenty of
employment and sometimes I almost forget
that I can’t walk and dance as many
of my age like to do.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Would that I could make you a sort
of traveling object lesson in the study of
patience and submission,” I said, fearing
not to give offense by this remark, “for
it seems to me that there are many persons
blessed with abundance of strength
and health who could learn much from
you and make their own lives and the
lives of those about them much happier.
<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>But am I not staying too long, and, if
you will pardon the question, may I ask
how you get your meals or join in the
other activities of the household?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“If you only knew how glad I am to
have you,” she cordially responded, “you
would not ask if you were staying too
long. But in reply to your other question,”
she continued, “it is easy enough.
The lady whom I have mentioned, Mrs.
Marvin (and by the way I hope you will
meet her and learn more of her) seems
never to forget me, and either comes herself
or sends some one else, if something
specially interesting is going on downstairs,
and at meal times it rests with myself
as to whether I shall be taken down
or eat up here. Another young lady of
almost my own age has the next room
and next to hers is Mrs. Marvin’s chamber.
Our rooms open into a fourth
which serves as a little individual sitting-room
for all three and this we have most
cosily arranged. We can even have our
own musicales, for the young lady plays
<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>the guitar and I the mandolin, and we
have many pleasant hours with ourselves
and any others who come to spend their
leisure with us. To hear the laughter
and ripple of talk that emanates from
here would hardly lead one to think that
such a poor one as I was among the number.”</p>
<p class='c007'>As we were thus talking, a pleasant-faced
woman entered the room after a
gentle rap, which must have been hers
individually, because Miss Delancey
seemed to know who it was immediately.</p>
<p class='c007'>“I am so glad you came just now, Mrs.
Marvin,” she said, “as I was anxious
that I, particularly, should have the pleasure
of making you acquainted with our
new friend here, which I do gladly.”</p>
<p class='c007'>Mrs. Marvin’s gracious manners and
genuine cordiality stamped her as the
sort of “spirit” one could never weary
of, and I marveled not at Miss Delancey’s
affection for her.</p>
<p class='c007'>She impressed me as the sort of woman
to whom one would feel free to go for
<span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>sympathy and advice and who could be
relied on. Though she was not young,
you could see in the smile on her lips, the
brightness of her eyes, and the elasticity
of her movements that she had taken life
aright,—growing into womanhood with
all that maturity of years and judgment
means, yet not failing to remember that
we can keep the heart young and so carry
with us, notwithstanding advancing
years, the beautiful attributes of noble
womanhood, even as the rose in its full
bloom has yet all the sweet fragrance of
the opening bud.</p>
<p class='c007'>Mrs. Marvin brought us to a realization
that time was going and that the
next meal was about ready. Looking out
I saw that though there was hardly any
sign of the early morning shower, save a
diamond drop here and there on the
leaves and flowers, it was of course unwise
to eat out of doors, and concluded
that we should have dinner, also, in the
house. As Miss Delancey had spoken of
not always going downstairs, it occurred
<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>to me to exercise my privilege of being a
member of the family now, and suggest
that we three dine together. I therefore
said,</p>
<p class='c007'>“If it would be agreeable to both of
you, it would be a pleasure to me to have
our meal up here and I shall be only too
glad to get it for us if you will direct me
how and where to go. I want to learn
everything, you know,” I concluded with
a little laugh.</p>
<p class='c007'>“That would be very nice,” said Miss
Delancey, “for me particularly, and we
shall endeavor to have sunshine within
even if good old Sol does feel like hiding
his face a little today.”</p>
<p class='c007'>After receiving instructions from Mrs.
Marvin I set out to perform my task. She
said I need bring only food, as she kept
all the necessary articles for setting the
table in a closet in her own room. On
reaching the kitchen I found that it was
quite the easiest thing in the world, apparently,
to carry our repast upstairs or
anywhere else, for the matter of that. I
<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>was given one of the specially arranged
light wheel-tables,<a id='rA' /><a href='#fA' class='c016'><sup>[A]</sup></a> with its various
spaces and hollows in which the dishes
sat snugly, without danger of upsetting
and their contents being spilled. I took
some of everything prepared for the
meal, and as I worked, could look into
the dining-room where the tables were
being made ready. Though all was activity,
so thorough was the understanding
between each person that everything
seemed to go on as smoothly as if it were
at all times the duty of one individual to
do a certain part and nothing more. I
had almost forgotten that my two guests
were perhaps patiently waiting for my
return, and hastily rolling the table into
<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>the elevator I was taken up and soon had
everything before my friends for them to
make further disposition thereof.</p>
<p class='c007'>I think that meal was a pleasant one to
all three of us. The table so invitingly
arranged by Mrs. Marvin gave zest to
our appetites, and the quiet humor in
many of her remarks together with Miss
Delancey’s sparkling conversation, made
the time speed by rapidly. I was curious
to find out the former’s thoughts on
women’s dressing and to how great a degree
the idea of simplicity was carried
out in this establishment.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Well,” said Mrs. Marvin in answer
to my spoken question, “having spent
some years in a hospital, naturally my
ideas incline strongly to the greatest simplicity
in dress for various reasons,
among the first of which is freedom of
movement, that all the organs and every
part of the body may be able to perform
without effort those functions for which
they were intended.”</p>
<p class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>I looked at her and frankly said, “If
such is your belief and you carry it out,
you look neither like a dress reformist,
nor yet a fashion-plate figure. How is it
that you are so successful in not attracting
attention as being either, and yet are
such a fine example of a blending of
both?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Very easily,” replied Mrs. Marvin.
“By careful study I have discovered that
if our sex will demand certain kinds of
materials and sensible fashions there is
no question but that they will get both.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“First of all,” she continued, “I think
you will concede that much of the weakness,
fretfulness, and constant worrying
of women comes from the fact that they
suffer, through Fashion’s decree, irritation
and annoyance by wearing many useless
things which are neither an addition
to their looks nor conducive to sweet tempers.
When we have learned that high
collars cause headaches and affect the
eyes, that tight shoes and gloves prevent
proper circulation, that the small wasp
<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>waist pushes vital organs out of their
proper positions, that trailing skirts
carry dust and dirt from place to place,
even microbes of disease, and finally,
when we have become wiser by discarding
all these things, then we are on the
high road to better health and better dispositions,
which in turn bring more contentment
and courage to meet the <i>real</i>
trials and vexations of life, and ought
not this to result in more happiness for
ourselves and those coming in contact
with us?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“I can not help agreeing with you,” I
replied, “for there is nothing but truth
in all you have said. But tell me,” I
laughingly said, “how large your store
of patience is to hope for such a complete
reform as this.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Well,” she replied, in the same light
spirit, “if we here in this household can
set first class examples, at least <i>some</i>
steps will have been taken, and after that
we can only live in hope. Another thing
we have to learn, I think, is that almost
<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>one quarter of the life of woman is spent
in making garments look fresh and beautiful,
only to be soiled and wrinkled in a
short while. As for myself, had I not
discovered that such articles were obtainable
on the market, I think I should
have studied the manufacture of wearing
materials that I might produce goods for
both men and women that would stand
all the washing, rubbing, soap and water
that one might choose to give them, but
would require none of the time, patience
and strength to press into smoothness
which is placed on the numerous pieces
of clothing usually in our wardrobes.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Don’t think,” she continued a little
banteringly, “that I do not believe in the
utmost cleanliness, or in that daintiness
which is peculiarly feminine, but I have
come to know that we can have both, yet
can save three-fourths and more of the
energy that is spent by others or ourselves
on pieces of clothing which,
specially is stiffly starched, make one decidedly
uncomfortable, or announce the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>coming of the wearer by much rustling.
I think, however, that everything that is
washable should, as nearly as possible, be
made of material that will save the labor
of hours in making perfectly smooth,
only to be crumpled into innumerable
wrinkles almost in a moment’s use.
Have your laces, have your ribbons full
and plenty, but have everything plain and
dainty, easy to put on and always attractive
by its freshness and simplicity.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Your scheme would put out of existence
part, at least, of a certain means
of livelihood to a number of people.
However, since you give them plenty to
do in the way of washing I presume they
may hope not to starve,” I said jestingly.</p>
<p class='c007'>“I feel quite sure on that point,” said
Mrs. Marvin. “Here you will see how
easily we manage it and how much comfort
every one takes, and yet I think you
will admit unhesitatingly that we are all
satisfactory to behold and some even
more. I should consider that quite a few
of our ladies are very attractive. With
<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>unanimous consent to have everything
made as simple in style as possible, labor
along the line of laundry work is considerably
reduced. Among our friends here
are some who have made this their business
in life, as there are also others who
have perfected themselves in entirely different
lines, and with their knowledge and
skill in management, constant study how
to improve and make the work easier, together
with the help of others, <i>that</i> part
of our home life has its bright sides also.
Extravagant and useless waste of fresh
linen is avoided as much as possible.
Therefore it is not uncommon to find
Mrs. Mann, who has direct supervision
of the laundry, ready to join any of us
in our hours of discussion or practice of
some new music. She has a most delightful
alto voice which is enjoyed not
only by those here, but by our many
friends who chance to come in or are invited
to anything special going on.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Well,” said I, “you certainly have
the happy faculty of making every side
<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>of life interesting, and what a satisfaction
it must be.”</p>
<p class='c007'>We had long since finished eating and
had been so engrossed in conversation
that I came very near neglecting my new
duties, and laughingly said I should receive
a “black” mark for interrupting
their clocklike precision. I quickly gathered
those dishes together which were to
be transported to the kitchen and then
assisted in putting the room in order.
Miss Delancey looked as if she had enjoyed
the hour and commenced crocheting
on the beautiful soft shawl she was
making for one of the elder ladies, and
then Mrs. Marvin went to her own chamber.</p>
<p class='c007'>Not long after this quiet reigned
supreme and I concluded that the restful
hour, so much appreciated by all, had
come and almost wished I could peep
about to see the individual inclination of
each one. I was a little curious to know
how many there were who took the time
for sleep. This, however, was out of the
<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>question, so I contented myself by seeking
a book and a corner in the library,
there to think and read.</p>
<p class='c007'>Much to my <a id='corr80.5'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: surpise'>surprise</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_80.5'>surprise</a></span>, on looking at my
watch later, I discovered that I too must
have succumbed to the soothing influence
about the home, for it was quite an hour
and a half since I had sought my quiet
nook. Through the open window near
by came the sweet perfume of the flowers
which lured me out to enjoy the fragrant
air before night again cast its shadows
around us. Having been given permission
to investigate everything, I felt free
to wander where I would and so started
for the principal gardens. They covered
quite a vast territory and besides flowers
of all kinds, whose beauty and luxury
were a joy to behold, I felt quite a strong
admiration for the various vegetables
which thrived and grew so well under the
care and watchful eye of Mr. Whitehurst.</p>
<p class='c007'>It was growing late, however, so it was
hardly wise to go very far, and then it
<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>occurred to me that I should find more
of the household busy out here in the
morning than at twilight, so concluding to
make a visit some other time I sauntered
toward the house. Supper had been prepared
and, as on the evening before, we
again had the pleasure of eating out of
doors.</p>
<p class='c007'>“Well,” said a gentle voice behind me,
which I recognized as Mrs. Chester’s,
“where have you been and how have you
enjoyed yourself today?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Very delightfully, Mrs. Chester,” I
replied. “Every hour has been so full
that they have seemed to fly by and I
have been very happy.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“It is Saturday,” Mrs. Chester said as
we seated ourselves at one of the tables,
“and I am glad that you chance to be
here. We have very pleasant times on
Saturday evenings and I hope you will
enjoy this one. Tonight I believe there
is an unusual list of attractions, if I may
put it that way. You seem so keenly interested
in electricity that perhaps you
<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>will enjoy the meeting of the ‘Magnets,’
otherwise known as one branch of the
club studying electricity. The other has
taken the name ‘Electrodes.’ Of course
as we have such a large amount of machinery
here it is the one portion of our
work that requires constant supervision.
Consequently, there are groups on and
off, and for safety and the best possible
management it was necessary in this particular
branch to hire an expert outright.
But he, too, has fallen into the spirit
which reigns and has an intelligent corps
of able assistants who share with pleasure
the responsibility, as well as the
diversion which comes in their hours of
leisure. It goes without saying that this
part of our work runs very smoothly.
But to return to the club. It is in two
sections as I have said, which meet on
alternate weeks. Both have interesting
meetings and there is a pleasant rivalry
between them. They often manage so
that members of each can attend the
meeting of the other section and we all
<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>follow their studies and progress with
much interest.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Though decidedly uninformed on
this subject,” said I, “I am yet deeply
interested in it and shall without doubt
enjoy spending some time with them.
But tell me, how do you all know what is
going on?”</p>
<p class='c007'>“Very easily,” she replied. “There is
placed on the bulletin boards for the benefit
of all of us, programs of the various
club meetings with their dates. If there
is an agreement between the musical
people to have something in that line, a
statement is posted of that. Or, if a
purely social hour is arranged for dancing
or games, notice of that is given so
that each person has a chance to follow
his or her own taste.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“A dance is arranged for tonight,” she
continued, “and if you like that sort of
pleasure you can possibly divide up your
time so as to share in that also.”</p>
<p class='c007'>“I am quite feminine,” I answered, as
we arose from the table, “and enjoy as
<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>much as the very youngest the witchery
of rhythmic music, a smooth floor, and a
partner whose perfect step makes the
whole a most exquisite delight.”</p>
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<span class='sc'>Note.</span>—The author of this splendid piece of literary
work calls to the attention of its readers the hope that
here and there a thought may be culled which will
serve as a <a id='corr83.11'></a><span class='htmlonly'><ins class='correction' title='original: working basis'>working-basis</ins></span><span class='epubonly'><a href='#c_83.11'>working-basis</a></span>
for one or another of its
readers. In this case I feel that the careful reader will
be benefited and this little book may go forth and be
of use to the world.</span></p>
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<div class='line'><span class='small'>Yours very truly,</span></div>
<div class='line'> <span class='sc'>Jno. W. Thompson</span>.</div>
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<div class='footnote' id='fA'>
<p class='c007'><a href='#rA'>A</a>. In studying the economic gain from using, instead
of a dumb-waiter, a wheel-table or truck (provided of
course one has the use of an elevator) it seems to me
that the greatest saving is in the matter of steps, both
in carrying and taking articles to and from a dumb-waiter.
A wheel-table can be rolled from point to
point till everything has been placed upon it. Food
needing to be served hot has only to be put in the
dishes that are waiting for it, and the whole process
to my idea gives better satisfaction than the use of the
dumb-waiter, except insofar as the latter will always
be convenient for economy of time under certain circumstances
too obvious to describe.</p>
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<th class='c022'>reference</th>
<th class='c023'>correction</th>
<th class='c024'>original text</th>
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<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_15.12'></a><a href='#corr15.12'>15.12</a></td>
<td class='c023'>dining-room</td>
<td class='c024'>bedrooms, diningroom, kitchens,</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_26.1'></a><a href='#corr26.1'>26.1</a> </td>
<td class='c023'>dining-room</td>
<td class='c024'>diningroom. Going through the hall</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_28.8'></a><a href='#corr28.8'>28.8</a> </td>
<td class='c023'>dining-room</td>
<td class='c024'>we had reached the diningroom</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_28.21'></a><a href='#corr28.21'>28.21</a></td>
<td class='c023'>dining-rooms</td>
<td class='c024'>both our diningrooms.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_36.7'></a><a href='#corr36.7'>36.7</a> </td>
<td class='c023'>Samothrace</td>
<td class='c024'>“Winged Victory of Samathrace”</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_41.18'></a><a href='#corr41.18'>41.18</a></td>
<td class='c023'>dining-room</td>
<td class='c024'>the tables in the diningroom</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_53.26'></a><a href='#corr53.26'>53.26</a></td>
<td class='c023'>elliptical</td>
<td class='c024'>on either side an eliptical</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_61.1'></a><a href='#corr61.1'>61.1</a> </td>
<td class='c023'>Lansing</td>
<td class='c024'>a room near to Mr. Lansings’s</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_67.11'></a><a href='#corr67.11'>67.11</a></td>
<td class='c023'>occupations</td>
<td class='c024'>resulting from these occupapations</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_80.5'></a><a href='#corr80.5'>80.5</a> </td>
<td class='c023'>surprise</td>
<td class='c024'>Much to my surpise</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class='c022'><a id='c_83.11'></a><a href='#corr83.11'>83.11</a></td>
<td class='c023'>working-basis</td>
<td class='c024'>serve as a working basis for</td>
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