,transcriber's ,note ,the ,table of ,contents for this issue is found at the end of the text4 ,,the ,,speaker ,,edited ,,by ,,paul ,m4 ,,pearson ,no4 #e ,,pearson ,,brothers ,,philadelphia ,the ,speaker ,volume ,,ii4 ,,december1 #aijf4 ,no4 #a4 ,sidenote3 ,the ,will ,in teaching public speaking the final purpose must be to train the will4 ,without this faculty in control all else comes to nothing4 ,exercises may be given for articulation1 but without a determined purpose to speak distinctly little good will result4 ,the teacher may spend himself in an effort to inspire and enthuse the student1 but this is futile unless the student comes to a resolution to attain those excellencies of which the teacher has spoken4 ,that a student may become self-reliant is the chief business of the teacher4 ,to suggest such vital things in a way that the student will feel impelled to work them out for himself1 this is the art in all teaching4 ,to tell a student all there is to know about a subject1 or to present what is said in such a way that the student thinks there is nothing more to be said1 is to dwarf and stultify the mind4 ,the inclination of most students is to depend upon the teacher with a helplessness that is as enervating as it is pitiable4 ,too many teachers1 flattered by this attitude or possessed of a sentimental sympathy1 encourage it4 ,thought1 discretion1 and courage are required to put a student on his own resources and compel him to stay there until he has acquired self-mastery4 ,public speaking cannot be exchanged for so much time or money4 ,it cannot be bought or sold2 it comes1 if it comes at all1 as the result of a wisely-directed determination4 ,the teacher's part is to exalt1 enthuse1 stimulate4 ,he must criticise1 certainly1 but this is generally overdone4 ,like some teachers of ,english who can never overlook a misplaced comma1 whose idea of ,english seems to be to spell and to punctuate correctly1 there are teachers of public speaking whose critical eye never sees farther than gesture1 articulation1 and emphasis4 ,with this attitude toward their work1 they become fault-finders rather than teachers4 ,they nag1 harrass1 and suppress4 ,the business of the teacher is to make the student see visions of beauty1 truth and love1 to open up to him these mighty fields that he may go in and possess them4 ,to implant a yearning1 an unquenchable1 all-consuming desire to comprehend and to express the emotions of which his teacher enables him to get glimpses4 ,sidenote3 ,the ,teacher ,exercises8 ,yes1 all the student can stand without becoming a drone4 ,criticism8 ,yes1 but no quibbling1 no nagging4 ,criticism is something more than fault-finding4 ,the teacher exalts his profession1 ennobles his art1 and begets consideration for himself when he maintains the highest standards for himself and for his students4 ,sidenote3 ,habit ,learning to speak well is1 like forming character1 a matter of self-discipline and self-culture4 ,a good voice is a good habit2 distinct articulation is a good habit2 graceful and effective gestures are a good habit4 ,like all good habits1 these are formed by a constant exercise of the will4 ,the teacher's part is to get the students to hear his own voice1 to observe his own gestures1 and listen to his own articulation4 ,these things cannot be accomplished over night1 and if attempted all at once may make the student too self-conscious2 certainly this condition will result if his faults are continually insisted upon4 ,the teacher's great opportunity is to enable the student to know himself1 and to see that he is determined to develop his best self4 99 99 99 99 99 ,sidenote3 ,sincerity ,sincerity in art6 ,one sometimes doubts whether it exists4 ,take the special field of art with which the readers of this magazine are especially concerned4 ,how many depend upon tricks to get their effects6 ,how many struggle mightily to gain a laugh or a hand1 neglecting the theme1 the message1 the spirit of that which they are professing to interpret4 ,if that which we read is worth while1 if it has anything vital in it1 the effect will be stronger if the skill and personality of the speaker are kept in the background1 and the audience is brought face to face with the spirit of that which has been embodied in the lines4 ,as some readers go through their lines they seem to be saying1 ,listen to my voice1 observe my graceful gestures2 isn't this a pretty gown ,i have8 ,i'll win you with my smile4 ,most audiences are good-natured1 and enjoy to the full such small vanities2 moreover1 we all like to see winning smiles1 beautiful gowns1 and graceful gestures2 but it is a pitiable misnomer to call such exhibitions reading4 ,but the more subtle forms of insincerity in this art are even more prevalent4 ,to exaggerate some form of emphasis1 to exaggerate a gesture or facial expression1 to wrest a passage from its meaning1 these1 and many other devices for forcing immediate approval from an audience1 are grossly insincere4 ,there is still a broader plan on which our sincerity must be judged4 ,to present this effectively ,i quote at length from ,bliss ,carmen's recent book1 ,the ,poetry of ,life4 ,the essay sets a high standard1 but by no other can enduring work be done4 ,the fact that a reader has many engagements1 or that a teacher has many pupils is no assurance of sincerity or the high grade of his work4 ,munsey's ,magazine has a larger circulation than ,the ,atlantic ,monthly2 the one1 hack stuff1 to be suffered only a few minutes while waiting for a train2 the other is literature4 ,but1 to quote from ,bliss ,carmen4 ,he is discussing the poetry of life1 but the same general principles apply to all art3 ,sidenote3 ,quoting ,bliss ,carmen ,as for sincerity1 the poetry of life need not always be solemn1 any more than life itself need not always be sober4 ,it may be gay1 witty1 humorous1 satirical1 disbelieving1 farcical1 even broad and reckless1 since life is all these2 but it must never be insincere4 ,insincerity1 which is not always one of the greatest sins of the moral universe1 becomes in the world of art an offence of the first magnitude4 ,insincerity in life may be mean1 despicable1 and indicate a petty nature2 but in art insincerity is death4 ,a strong man may lie upon occasion1 and make restitution and be forgiven1 but for the artist who lies there is hardly any reparation possible1 and his forgiveness is much more difficult4 ,art1 being the embodiment of the artist's ideal1 is truly the corporeal substance of his spiritual self2 and that there should be any falsehood in it1 any deliberate failure to present him faithfully1 it is as monstrous and unnatural as it would be for a man to disavow his own flesh and bones4 ,here we are every one of us going through life committed and attached to our bodies2 for all that we do we are held responsible2 if we misbehave1 the world will take it out of our hide4 ,but here is our friend1 the artist1 committing his spiritual energy to his art1 to an embodiment outside himself1 and escaping down a by-path from all the consequences--what shall be said of him8 ,the insincere artist is as much beyond the pale of human sympathy as the murderer4 ,morally he is a felon4 ,there is no excuse for him1 either4 ,there was no call for him to make a liar of himself1 other than the most sordid of reasons1 the little gain1 the jingling reward of gold4 ,for no man would ever be insincere in his art1 except for pay1 except to cater to some other taste than his own1 and to win approval and favor by sycophancy4 ,if he were assured of his competency in the world1 and placed beyond the reach of necessitous want1 how would it ever occur to him to create an insincere art8 ,art is so simple1 so spontaneous1 so dependent on the disingenuous emotion1 that it can never be insincere1 unless violence is done to all laws of nature and of spirit4 ,since art arises from the sacramental blending of the inward spirit with the outward form1 any touch of insincerity in it assumes the nature of a horrible crime1 a pitiable revolt against the order and eternity of the universe4 ,sidenote3 ,sincerity in ,humor ,it is not necessary1 as ,i say1 for art to be solemn and wholly serious-minded in order to be sincere4 ,comedy is quite sincere4 ,yet it is easy to usurp her name and play the fool for pennies1 with never a ray of appreciation of her true character4 ,sincerity1 then1 is not the least averse to fun2 it only requires that the fun shall be genuine and come from the heart1 as it requires that every note of whatever sort shall be genuine and spring from the real personality of the writer4 ,on ,time ,,by ,,john ,,milton4 ,fly1 envious ,time1 till thou run out thy race1 ,call on thy lazy1 leaden-stepping hours1 ,whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace2 ,and glut thyself with what thy womb devours1 ,which is no more than what is false and vain1 ,and merely mortal dross2 ,so little is our loss1 ,so little is thy gain4 ,for when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd1 ,and last of all1 thy greedy self consum'd1 ,then long ,eternity shall greet our bliss ,with an individual kiss2 ,and ,joy shall overtake us as a flood2 ,when everything that is sincerely good ,and perfectly divine1 ,with ,truth1 and ,peace1 and ,love shall ever shine ,about the supreme ,throne ,of ,him1 t' whose happy-making sight alone1 ,when once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb1 ,then all this earthly grossness quit1 ,attir'd with stars1 we shall forever sit1 ,triumphing over ,death1 and ,chance1 and thee1 ,o ,time4 ,the ,knight in the ,wood ,,by ,e4 ,,leicester ,,warren4 7,lord de ,tabley47 ,the thing itself was rough and crudely done1 ,cut in coarse stone1 spitefully placed aside ,as merest lumber1 where the light was worst ,on a back staircase4 ,overlooked it lay ,in a great ,roman palace crammed with art4 ,it had no number in the list of gems ,weeded away1 long since pushed out and banished1 ,before insipid ,guidos over-sweet ,and ,dolce's rose sensationalities1 ,and curly chirping angels1 spruce as birds4 ,and yet the motive of this thing ill-hewn ,and hardly seen did touch me4 ,o1 indeed1 ,the skill-less hand that carved it had belonged ,to a most yearning and bewildered brain3 ,there was such desolation in the work2 ,and through its utter failure the thing spoke ,with more of human message1 heart to heart1 ,than all these faultless1 smirking1 skin-deep saints1 ,in artificial troubles picturesque1 ,and martyred sweetly1 not one curl awry4-- ,listen2 a clumsy knight1 who rode alone ,upon a stumbling jade in a great wood ,belated4 ,the poor beast1 with head low-bowed ,snuffing the ground4 ,the rider leant ,forward to sound the marish with his lance4 ,the wretched rider and the hide-bound steed1 ,you saw the place was deadly2 that doomed pair1 ,feared to advance1 feared to return4--,that's all4 ,a ,little ,feminine ,casabianca,a ,,by ,,george ,,madden ,,martin4 7,arranged by ,maude ,herndon and ,grace ,kellam47 ,by permission of the publishers and the author we reprint two cuttings from stories in ,emmy ,lou4 ,there are ten stories in the book1 all of them excellent readings4 ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co41 ,new ,york4 ,the ,primer ,class according to the degree of its precocity was divided in three sections4 ,emmy ,lou belonged to the third section4 ,it was the last section1 and she was the last one in it1 though she had no idea what a section meant nor why she was in it2 and ,emmy ,lou went on wondering what it was all about1 which never would have been the case had there been a mother among the elders of the house1 for mothers have a way of understanding these things4 ,but to ,emmy ,lou mother had come to mean but a memory which faded as it came1 a vague consciousness of encircling arms1 of a brooding tender face1 of yearning eyes2 and it was only because they told her that ,emmy ,lou remembered how mother had gone away ,south1 one winter1 to get well4 ,that they afterward told her it was heaven1 in nowise confused ,emmy ,lou1 because1 for aught she knew1 ,south and heaven and much else might be included in these points of the compass4 ,ever since then ,emmy ,lou had lived with three aunties and an uncle2 and papa had been coming a hundred miles once a month to see her4 ,but somehow the ,primer year wore away2 and the close of the first week of ,emmy ,lou's second year at a certain large public school found her round1 chubby self1 like a pink-cheeked period1 ending the long line of intermingled little boys and girls making what was known1 twenty-five years ago1 as the ,first ,reader ,class4 ,her heart grew still within her at the slow1 awful enunciation of the ,large ,lady in black bombazine who reigned over the department of the ,first ,reader1 pointing her morals with a heavy forefinger1 before which ,emmy ,lou's eyes lowered with every aspect of conscious guilt4 ,nor did ,emmy ,lou dream that the ,large ,lady1 whose black bombazine was the visible sign of a loss by death that had made it necessary for her to enter the school-room to earn a living1 was finding the duties incident to the ,first ,reader almost as strange and perplexing as ,emmy ,lou herself4 ,emmy ,lou from the first day found herself descending steadily to the foot of the class2 and there she remained until the awful day1 at the close of the first week1 when the ,large ,lady1 realizing perhaps that she could no longer ignore such adherence to that lowly position1 made discovery that while to ,emmy ,lou d-o-g might spell dog and f-r-o-g might spell frog1 ,emmy ,lou could not find either on a printed page1 and further1 could not tell wherein they differed when found for her2 that1 also1 ,emmy ,lou made her figure #h's by adding one uncertain little o to the top of another uncertain little o2 and that while ,emmy ,lou might copy1 in smeary columns1 certain cabalistic signs off the blackboard1 she could not point them off in tens1 hundreds1 thousands1 or read their numerical values1 to save her little life4 ,the ,large ,lady1 sorely perplexed within herself as to the proper course to be pursued1 in the sight of the fifty-nine other ,first ,readers pointed a condemning forefinger at the miserable little object standing in front of her platform2 and said1 ,you will stay after school1 ,emma ,louise1 that ,i may examine further into your qualifications for this grade4 ,now ,emmy ,lou had no idea what it meant--examine further into your qualifications for this grade4 ,it might be the form of punishment in vogue for the chastisement of the members of the ,first ,reader4 ,but stay after school she did understand1 and her heart sank1 and her little breast heaved4 ,it was past the noon recess4 ,at last the bell for dismissal had rung4 ,the ,large ,lady1 arms folded across her bombazine bosom1 had faced the class1 and with awesome solemnity had already enunciated1 ,attention1 and sixty little people had sat up straight1 when the door opened1 and a teacher from the floor above came in4 ,at her whispered confidence1 the ,large ,lady left the room hastily1 while the strange teacher with a hurried one-two-three1 march out quietly1 children1 turned1 and followed her4 ,and ,emmy ,lou1 left sitting at her desk1 saw through gathering tears the line of ,first ,readers wind around the room and file out the door1 the sound of their departing footsteps along the bare corridors and down the echoing stairway coming back like a knell to her sinking heart4 ,then class after class from above marched past the door and on its clattering way1 while voices from outside1 shrill with the joy of the release1 came up through the open windows in talk1 in laughter1 together with the patter of feet on the bricks4 ,then as these familiar sounds grew fewer1 fainter1 farther away1 some belated footsteps went echoing through the building1 a door slammed somewhere--then--silence4 ,emmy ,lou waited4 ,she wondered how long it would be4 ,there was watermelon at home for dinner2 she had seen it borne in1 a great1 striped promise of ripe juicy lusciousness1 on the marketman's shoulder before she came to school4 ,and here a tear1 long gathering1 splashed down the pink cheek4 ,still that awesome personage presiding over the fortunes of the ,first ,reader failed to return4 ,perhaps this was the examination into--into-- ,emmy ,lou could not remember what--to be left in this big1 bare room with the flies droning and humming in lazy circles up near the ceiling4 ,the forsaken desks1 with a forgotten book or slate left here and there upon them1 the pegs around the wall empty of hats and bonnets1 the unoccupied chair upon the platform--,emmy ,lou gazed at these with a sinking sensation of desolation1 while tear followed tear down her chubby face4 ,and listening to the flies and the silence1 ,emmy ,lou began to long for even the ,bombazine ,presence1 and dropping her quivering countenance upon her arms folded upon the desk she sobbed aloud4 ,but the time was long1 and the day was warm1 and the sobs grew slower1 and the breath began to come in long-drawn1 quivering sighs1 and the next ,emmy ,lou knew she was sitting upright1 trembling in every limb1 and some one coming up the stairs--she could hear the slow1 heavy footfalls1 and a moment after she saw the ,man1 the ,recess ,man1 the low1 black-bearded1 black-browed1 scowling ,man1 with the broom across his shoulder1 reach the hallway1 and make toward the open doorway of the ,first ,reader room4 ,emmy ,lou held her breath1 stiffened her little body1 and--waited4 ,but the ,man pausing to light his pipe1 ,emmy ,lou1 in the sudden respite thus afforded slid in a trembling heap beneath the desk1 and on hands and knees went crawling across the floor4 ,and as ,uncle ,michael came in1 a moment after1 broom1 pan1 and feather-duster in hand1 the last fluttering edge of a little pink dress was disappearing into the depths of the big1 empty coal-box1 and its sloping lid was lowering upon a flaxen head and cowering little figure crouched within4 ,uncle ,michael having put the room to rights1 sweeping and dusting1 with many a rheumatic groan in accompaniment1 closed the windows1 and going out1 drew the door after him1 and1 as was his custom1 locked it4 ,meanwhile1 at ,emmy ,lou's home the elders wondered4 ,but ,emmy ,lou did not come4 ,and by half-past two ,aunt ,louise1 the youngest auntie1 started out to find her4 ,but after searching the neighborhood in vain1 returned home in despair4 ,then ,aunt ,cordelia sent the house boy down-town for ,uncle ,charlie4 ,just as ,uncle ,charlie arrived--and it was past five o'clock by then--some of the children of the neighborhood1 having found a small boy living some squares off who confessed to being in the ,first ,reader with ,emmy ,lou1 arrived also1 with the small boy in tow4 ,she didn't know 'dog' from 'frog' when she saw 'em1 stated the small boy1 with derision of superior ability1 an' teacher1 she told her to stay after school4 ,she was settin' there in her desk when school let out1 ,emmy ,lou was4 ,but a big girl of the neighborhood objected4 ,her teacher went home the minute school was out1 she declared4 ,isn't the new lady1 ,mrs4 ,samuels1 your teacher8 ,well1 her daughter1 ,lettie1 she's in my room1 and she was sick1 and her mother came up to our room and took her home4 ,our teacher she went down and dismissed the ,first ,readers4 ,i don't care if she did1 retorted the small boy4 ,i reckon ,i saw ,emmy ,lou settin' there when we come away4 ,the three aunts grew pale and tearful1 and wrung their hands in despair4 ,the small boy from the ,first ,reader1 legs apart1 hands in knickerbocker pockets1 gazed at the crowd of irresolute elders with scornful wonder4 ,what you wanter do is find ,uncle ,michael2 he keeps the keys4 ,he went past my house a while ago1 going home4 ,he lives in ,rose ,lane ,alley4 ',taint much outer my way1 ,i'll take you there4 ,and meekly they followed in his footsteps4 ,it was dark when a motley throng of uncles1 aunties1 visiting lady1 neighbors and children went climbing the cavernous1 echoing stairway of the dark school building behind the toiling figure of the skeptical ,uncle ,michael1 lantern in hand4 ,ain't ,i swept over every inch of this here schoolhouse myself and carried the trash outten a dust-pan8 grumbled ,uncle ,michael1 with what inference nobody just then stopped to inquire4 ,then with the air of a mistreated1 aggrieved person who feels himself a victim1 he paused before a certain door on the second floor1 and fitted a key in its lock4 ,here it is then1 ,no4 #i1 to satisfy the lady1 and he flung open the door4 ,the light of ,uncle ,michael's lantern fell full upon the wide-eyed1 terror-smitten person of ,emmy ,lou1 in her desk1 awaiting1 her miserable little heart knew not what horror4 ,she--she told me to stay1 sobbed ,emmy ,lou in ,aunt ,cordelia's arms1 and ,i stayed2 and the ,man came1 and ,i hid in the coal-box6 ,a ,copyright1 #aija1 #aijb1 by ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co4 ,what ,he ,got ,out of ,it ,,by ,s4 ,e4 ,,kiser4 7,from the ,chicago ,record-,herald47 ,he never took a day of rest1 ,he couldn't afford it2 ,he never had his trousers pressed1 ,he couldn't afford it2 ,he never went away1 care-free1 ,to visit distant lands1 to see ,how fair a place this world might be-- ,he couldn't afford it4 ,he never went to see a play1 ,he couldn't afford it2 ,his love for art he put away1 ,he couldn't afford it4 ,he died and left his heirs a lot1 ,but no tall shaft proclaims the spot ,in which he lies--his children thought ,they couldn't afford it4 ,the ,play's the ,thing,b ,,by ,,george ,,madden ,,martin4 7,arranged by ,maude ,herndon and ,grace ,kellam47 ,it was the day of the exhibition4 ,miss ,carrie1 teacher of the ,third ,reader ,class1 talked in deep tones--gestures meant sweeps and circles4 ,since the coming of ,miss ,carrie1 the ,third ,reader ,class lived1 as it were1 in the public eye1 for on ,fridays books were put away and the attention given to recitations and company4 ,no other class had these recitations1 and the ,third ,reader was envied4 ,its members were pointed out and gazed upon1 until one realized one was standing in the garish light of fame4 ,the other readers1 it seemed1 longed for fame and craved publicity1 and so it came about that the school was to have an exhibition with ,miss ,carrie's genius to plan and engineer the whole4 ,for general material ,miss ,carrie drew from the whole school1 but the play was for her own class alone4 ,and this was the day of the exhibition4 ,hattie and ,sadie and ,emmy ,lou stood at the gate of the school4 ,they had spent the morning in rehearsing4 ,at noon they had been sent home with instructions to return at half-past two4 ,the exhibition would begin at three4 ,of course1 ,miss ,carrie had said1 you will not fail to be on time4 ,and ,miss ,carrie had used her deepest tones4 ,it was not two o'clock1 and the three stood at the gate1 the first to return4 ,they were in the same piece4 ,it was ,the ,play4 ,in a play one did more than suit the part4 ,in the play ,hattie and ,sadie and ,emmy ,lou found themselves the orphaned children of a soldier who had failed to return from the war4 ,it was a very sad piece4 ,sadie had to weep1 and more than once ,emmy ,lou had found tears in her eyes1 watching her4 ,miss ,carrie said ,sadie showed histrionic talent4 ,emmy ,lou asked ,hattie about it1 who said it meant tears1 and ,emmy ,lou remembered then how tears came naturally to ,sadie4 ,when ,aunt ,cordelia heard they must dress to suit the part she came to see ,miss ,carrie1 and so did the mamma of ,sadie and the mamma of ,hattie4 ,dress them in a kind of mild mourning1 ,miss ,carrie explained1 not too deep1 or it will seem too real1 and1 as three little sisters1 suppose we dress them alike4 ,and now ,hattie and ,sadie and ,emmy ,lou stood at the gate ready for the play4 ,stiffly immaculate white dresses with beltings of black sashes1 flared jauntily out above spotless white stockings and sober little slippers1 while black-bound ,leghorn hats shaded three anxious little countenances4 ,by the exact center1 each held a little handkerchief1 black-bordered4 ,hattie and ,sadie and ,emmy ,lou wore each an anxious seriousness of countenance1 but it was a variant seriousness2 for as the hour approached1 the solemn importance of the occasion was stealing brain-ward1 and ,emmy ,lou even began to feel glad she was a part of ,the ,exhibition1 for to have been left out would have been worse even than the moment of mounting the platform4 ,my grown-up brother's coming1 said ,hattie1 an' my mamma an' gran'ma an' the rest4 ,my ,aunt ,cordelia has invited the visiting lady next door1 said ,emmy ,lou4 ,but it was ,sadie's hour4 ,our minister's coming1 said ,sadie4 ,emmy ,lou's part was to weep when ,sadie wept1 and to point a chubby forefinger skyward when ,hattie mentioned the departure from earth of the soldier parent1 and to lower that forefinger footward at ,sadie's tearful allusion to an untimely grave4 ,emmy ,lou had but one utterance1 and it was brief4 ,she was to advance one foot1 stretch forth a hand and say1 in the character of orphan for whom no asylum was offered1 ,we know not where we go4 ,all day1 ,emmy ,lou had been saying it at intervals of half minutes1 for fear she might forget4 ,meanwhile1 it yet lacking a moment or so of two o'clock1 the orphaned heroes continued to linger at the gate1 awaiting the hour4 ,listen1 said ,hattie1 ,i hear music4 ,there was a church across the street4 ,it was a large church with high steps and a pillared portico1 and its doors were open4 ,it's a band1 and marching1 said ,hattie4 ,the orphaned children hurried to the curb4 ,a procession was turning the corner and coming toward them4 ,on either sidewalk crowds of men and boys accompanied it4 ,it's a funeral1 said ,sadie4 ,hattie turned with a face of conviction4 ,i know4 ,it's that big general's funeral2 they're bringing him home to bury him with the soldiers4 ,we'll never see a thing for the crowd1 despaired ,sadie4 ,emmy ,lou was gazing4 ,they've got plumes in their hats1 she said4 ,let's go over on the church steps and see it go by1 said ,hattie1 it's early4 ,the orphaned children hurried across the street4 ,they climbed the steps4 ,at the top they turned4 ,there were plumes and more1 there were flags and swords1 and a band led4 ,but at the church1 with unexpected abruptness1 the band halted1 turned2 it fell apart1 and the procession came through2 it came right on through and up the steps1 a line of uniforms and swords on either side from curb to pillar1 and halted4 ,aghast1 between two glittering files1 the orphaned children shrank into the shadow behind a pillar1 while upstreamed from the carriages below an unending line--bare-headed men and ladies bearing flowers4 ,behind1 below1 about1 closing in on every side1 crowded people1 a sea of people4 ,the orphaned children found themselves swept from their hiding by the crowd and unwillingly jostled forward into prominence4 ,a frowning man1 with a sword in his hand1 seemed to be threatening everybody2 his face was red and his voice was big1 and he glittered with many buttons4 ,all at once he caught sight of the orphaned children and threatened them vehemently4 ,here1 said the frowning man1 right in here1 and he placed them in line4 ,the orphaned children were appalled1 and even in the face of the man cried out in protest4 ,but the man of the sword did not hear1 for the reason that he did not listen4 ,instead he was addressing a large and stout lady immediately behind them4 ,separated from the family in the confusion1 the grandchildren evidently--just see them in1 please4 ,and suddenly the orphaned children found themselves a part of the procession as grandchildren4 ,the nature of a procession is to proceed4 ,and the grandchildren proceeded with it4 ,they could not help themselves4 ,there was no time for protest1 for1 pushed by the crowd1 which closed and swayed above their heads1 and piloted by the stout lady close behind1 they were swept into the church and up the aisle1 and when they came again to themselves were in the inner corner of a pew near the front4 ,the church was decked with flags4 ,so was the ,third ,reader room4 ,it was hung with flags for ,the ,exhibition4 ,hattie in the corner nudged ,sadie4 ,sadie urged ,emmy ,lou1 who1 next to the stout lady1 touched her timidly4 ,we have to get out2 we've got to say our parts4 ,not now1 said the lady1 reassuringly2 the program is at the cemetery4 ,emmy ,lou did not understand1 and she tried to tell the lady4 ,s-h-1 said the person1 engaged with the spectacle and the crowd2 sh-h- ,abashed1 ,emmy ,lou sat1 sh-h-ed4 ,hattie arose4 ,it was terrible to rise in church1 and at a funeral1 and the church was filled1 the aisles were crowded1 but ,hattie rose4 ,hattie was a ,st4 ,george1 and a ,dragon stood between her and ,the ,exhibition4 ,she pushed by ,sadie1 and past ,emmy ,lou4 ,hattie was slim as she was strenuous1 but not even so slim a little girl as ,hattie could push by the stout lady1 for she filled the space4 ,at ,hattie's touch she turned4 ,although she looked good-natured1 the size and ponderance of the lady were intimidating4 ,she stared at ,hattie2 people were looking2 it was in church2 ,hattie's face was red4 ,you can't get to the family1 said the lady2 you couldn't move in the crowd4 ,besides ,i promised to see to you4 ,now be quiet1 she added crossly1 when ,hattie would have spoken4 ,she turned away4 ,hattie crept back vanquished by this ,dragon4 ,so suitably dressed1 the stout lady was saying to a lady beyond2 grandchildren1 you know4 ,even their little handkerchiefs have black borders4 ,the service began1 and there fell on the unwilling grandchildren the submission of awe4 ,the stout lady cried1 she also punched ,emmy ,lou with her elbow whenever that little person moved1 but finally she found courage to turn her head so she could see ,sadie4 ,sadie was weeping into her black-bordered handkerchief1 nor were they tears of histrionic talent4 ,they were real tears4 ,people all about were looking at her sympathetically4 ,such grief in a grandchild was very moving4 ,it may have been minutes2 it seemed to ,emmy ,lou hours1 before there came a general uprising4 ,hattie stood up4 ,so did ,sadie and ,emmy ,lou4 ,their skirts no longer stood out jauntily2 they were quite crushed and subdued4 ,there was a wild1 hunted look in ,hattie's eyes4 ,watch the chance6 she whispered1 and run4 ,but it did not come4 ,as the pews emptied1 the stout lady passed ,emmy ,lou on1 addressing some one beyond4 ,hold to this one1 she said1 and ,i'll take the other two1 or they'll get tramped in the crowd4 ,slowly the crowd moved1 and being a part of it1 however unwillingly1 ,emmy ,lou moved1 too1 out of the church and down the steps4 ,then came the crashing of the band and the roll of the carriages1 and she found herself in the front row on the curb4 ,the man with the brandishing sword was threatening violently4 ,one more carriage is here for the family1 called the man with the sword4 ,his glance in search for the family suddenly fell on ,emmy ,lou4 ,she felt it fall4 ,the problem solved itself for the man with the sword1 and his brow cleared4 ,grandchildren next1 roared the threatening man4 ,keep an eye on them--separated from the family1 he was explaining1 and in spite of their protests1 a moment later the three little girls were lifted into the carriage1 and as the door banged1 their carriage moved with the rest up the street4 ,now1 said ,hattie1 and ,hattie sprang to the farther door4 ,it would not open4 ,through the carriage windows the school1 with its arched doorways and windows1 gazed frowningly1 reproachfully4 ,a gentleman entered the gate and went in the doorway4 ,it's our minister1 said ,sadie1 weeping afresh4 ,then ,hattie wept and so did ,emmy ,lou4 ,what would ,the ,exhibition do without them8 ,late that afternoon a carriage stopped at a corner upon which a school building stood4 ,since his charges were infantile affairs1 the colored gentleman on the box thought to expedite matters and drop them at the corner nearest their homes4 ,descending1 he flung open the door1 and three little girls crept forth1 three crushed little girls1 three limp little girls1 three little girls in a mild kind of mourning4 ,they came forth timidly4 ,they looked around4 ,they hoped they might reach their homes unobserved4 ,there was a crowd up the street4 ,a gathering of people--many people4 ,it seemed to be at ,emmy ,lou's gate4 ,hattie and ,sadie lived farther on4 ,it must be a fire1 said ,hattie4 ,but it wasn't4 ,it was ,the ,exhibition1 the ,principal1 and ,miss ,carrie1 and teachers and pupils1 and mammas and aunties and ,uncle ,charlie4 ,an' grand'ma1 said ,hattie4 ,and the visiting lady1 said ,emmy ,lou4 ,and our minister1 said ,sadie4 ,the gathering of many people caught sight of them presently1 and came to meet them1 three little girls in mild mourning4 ,the parents and guardians led them home4 ,emmy ,lou was tired4 ,at supper she nodded and mild mourning and all1 suddenly she collapsed and fell asleep1 her head against her chair4 ,uncle ,charlie woke her4 ,he stood her up on the chair1 and held out his arms4 ,come1 he said1 ,come1 suit the action to the word4 ,emmy ,lou woke suddenly1 the words smiting her ears with ominous import4 ,she thought the hour had come2 it was ,the ,exhibition4 ,she stood stiffly1 she advanced a cautious foot1 her chubby hand described a careful half circle4 ,emmy ,lou spoke her part4 ,we know not where we go4 ,b ,copyright1 #aija1 #aijb1 by ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co4 ,the ,dancing ,school and ,dicky,c ,,by ,,josephine ,,dodge ,,daskam4 7,arranged by ,maude ,herndon and ,grace ,kellam47 ,from ,the ,little ,god and ,dicky4 ,we have debated long and earnestly which of the seven stories in ,the ,madness of ,phillip and ,other ,tales of ,childhood is the best public reading4 ,as yet we have no decision2 certainly six of them are among the choicest readings of child-life which may be found in ,american literature1 where we have the real child in books4 ,with the permission of the author and the publishers1 ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co41 ,new ,york1 we reprint cuttings from two of these stories4 ,where are you going8 said somebody1 as he slunk out toward the hat-rack4 ,oh1 out4 ,well1 see that you don't stay long4 ,remember what it is this afternoon4 ,he turned like a stag at bay4 ,what is it this afternoon8 he demanded viciously4 ,you know very well4 ,what8 ,see that you're here1 that's all4 ,you've got to get dressed4 ,i will not go to that old dancing school again1 and ,i tell you that ,i won't1 and ,i won't4 ,and ,i won't6 ,now1 ,dick1 don't begin that all over again4 ,it's so silly of you4 ,you've got to go4 ,why8 ,because it's the thing to do4 ,why8 ,because you must learn to dance4 ,why8 ,every nice boy learns4 ,why8 ,that will do1 ,richard4 ,go and find your pumps4 ,now1 get right up from the floor1 and if you scratch the ,morris chair ,i shall speak to your father4 ,ain't you ashamed of yourself8 ,get right up--you must expect to be hurt1 if you pull so4 ,come1 ,richard6 ,now1 stop crying--a great boy like you6 ,i am sorry ,i hurt your elbow1 but you know very well you aren't crying for that at all4 ,come along6 ,his sister flitted by the door1 her accordeon-plaited skirt held carefully from the floor1 her hair in two glistening1 blue-knotted pigtails4 ,hurry up1 ,dick1 or we'll be late1 she called back sweetly4 ,oh1 you shut up1 will you6 he snarled4 ,she looked meek1 and listened to his deprivation of dessert for the rest of the week with an air of love for the sinner and hatred for the sin that deceived even her older sister who was dressing her4 ,a desperately patient monologue from the next room indicated the course of events there4 ,your necktie is on the bed4 ,no1 ,i don't know where the blue one is--it doesn't matter2 that it just as good4 ,yes1 it is4 ,no1 you cannot4 ,you will have to wear one4 ,because no one ever goes without4 ,i don't know why4 ,many a boy would be thankful and glad to have silk stockings4 ,nonsense1 your legs are warm enough4 ,i don't believe you4 ,now1 ,richard1 how perfectly ridiculous6 ,there is no left or right to stockings4 ,you have no time to change4 ,shoes are a different thing4 ,well1 hurry up1 then4 ,because they are made so1 ,i suppose4 ,i don't know why4 ,brush it more on that side--no1 you can't go to the barbers4 ,you went last week4 ,it looks perfectly well4 ,i cut it8 ,why1 ,i don't know how to trim hair4 ,anyway1 there isn't time now4 ,it will have to do4 ,stop your scowling for goodness' sake1 ,dick4 ,have you a handkerchief8 ,it makes no difference1 you must carry one4 ,you ought to want to use it4 ,well1 you should4 ,yes1 they always do1 whether they have colds or not4 ,i don't know why4 ,your ,golden ,text6 ,the idea6 ,no1 you cannot4 ,you can learn that ,sunday before church4 ,this is not the time to learn ,golden ,texts4 ,i never saw such a child4 ,now take your pumps and find the plush bag4 ,why not8 ,put them right with ,ruth's4 ,that's what the bag was made for4 ,well1 how do you want to carry them8 ,why1 ,i never heard of anything so silly6 ,you will knot the strings4 ,i don't care if they do carry skates that way--skates are not slippers4 ,you'd lose them4 ,very well1 then1 only hurry up4 ,i should think you'd be ashamed to have them dangling around your neck that way4 ,because people never do carry them so4 ,i don't know why4 ,now1 here's your coat4 ,well1 ,i can't help it1 you have no time to hunt for them4 ,put your hands in your pockets--it's not far4 ,and mind1 don't run for ,ruth every time4 ,you don't take any pains with her1 and you hustle her about1 ,miss ,dorothy says4 ,take another little girl4 ,yes1 you must4 ,i shall speak to your father if you answer me in that way1 ,richard4 ,men don't dance with their sisters4 ,because they don't4 ,i don't know why4 ,he slammed the door till the piazza shook1 and strode along beside his scandalized sister1 the pumps flopping noisily on his shoulders4 ,she tripped along contentedly--she liked to go4 ,the personality capable of extracting pleasure from the hour before them baffled his comprehension1 and he scowled fiercely at her1 rubbing his silk stockings together at every step1 to enjoy the strange smooth sensation thus produced4 ,this gave him a bow-legged gait that distressed his sister beyond words4 ,i think you might stop4 ,everybody's looking at you6 ,please stop1 ,dick ,pendleton2 you're a mean old thing4 ,i should think you'd be ashamed to carry your slippers that way4 ,if you jump in that wet place and spatter me ,i shall tell papa--you will care1 when ,i tell him just the same6 ,you're just as bad as you can be4 ,i shan't speak with you to-day6 ,she pursed up her lips and maintained a determined silence4 ,he rubbed his legs together with renewed emphasis4 ,acquaintances met them and passed1 unconscious of anything but the sweet picture of a sister and a brother and a plush bag going dutifully and daintily to dancing school4 ,he jumped over the threshold of the long room and aimed his cap at the head of a boy he knew1 who was standing on one foot to put on a slipper4 ,this destroyed his friend's balance1 and a cheerful scuffle followed4 ,life assumed a more hopeful aspect4 ,a shrill whistle called them out in two crowded bunches to the polished floor4 ,hoping against hope1 he had clung to the beautiful thought that ,miss ,dorothy would be sick1 that she had missed her train--but no6 ,there she was1 with her shiny high-heeled slippers1 her pink skirt that puffed out like a fan1 and her silver whistle on a chain4 ,the little clicking castanets that rang out so sharply were in her hand beyond a doubt4 ,ready1 children6 ,spread out4 ,take your lines4 ,first position4 ,now6 ,the large man at the piano1 who always looked half asleep1 thundered out the first bars of the latest waltz1 and the business began4 ,their eyes were fixed solemnly on ,miss ,dorothy's pointed shoes4 ,they slipped and slid and crossed their legs and arched their pudgy insteps2 the boys breathed hard over their gleaming collars4 ,on the right side of the hall thirty hands held out their diminutive skirts at an alluring angle4 ,on the left1 neat black legs pattered diligently through mystic evolutions4 ,the chords rolled out slower1 with dramatic pauses between2 sharp clicks of the castanets rang through the hall2 a line of toes rose gradually towards the horizontal1 whirled more or less steadily about1 crossed behind1 bent low1 bowed1 and with a flutter of skirts resumed the first position4 ,a little breeze of laughing admiration circled the row of mothers and aunts4 ,isn't that too cunning6 ,just like a little ballet6 ,aren't they graceful1 really1 now6 ,one1 two1 three6 ,one1 two three6 ,slide1 slide1 cross2 one1 two1 three6 ,there are those who find pleasure in the aimless intricacies of the dance2 self-respecting men even have been known voluntarily to frequent assemblies devoted to this nerve-racking attitudinizing futility4 ,among such1 however1 you shall seek in vain in future years for ,richard ,carr ,pendleton4 ,one1 two1 three6 ,reverse1 two1 three6 ,the whistle shrilled4 ,ready for the two-step1 children8 ,a mild tolerance grew on him4 ,if dancing must be1 better the two-step than anything else4 ,it is not an alluring dance1 your two-step2 it does not require temperament4 ,any one with a firm intention of keeping the time and a strong arm can drag a girl through it very acceptably4 ,dicky skirted the row of mothers and aunts cautiously4 ,oh1 look6 ,did you ever see anything so sweet8 said somebody4 ,involuntarily he turned4 ,there in a corner1 all by herself1 a little girl was gravely performing a dance4 ,he stared at her curiously4 ,she was ethereally slender1 brown-eyed1 brown-haired1 brown-skinned4 ,a little fluffy white dress spread fan-shaped over her knees2 her ankles were bird-like4 ,her eyes were serious1 her hair hung loose4 ,she swayed lightly2 one little gloved hand held out her skirt1 the other marked the time4 ,her performance was an apotheosis of the two-step2 that metronomic dance would not have recognized itself under her treatment4 ,dicky admired4 ,but the admiration of his sex is notoriously fatal to the art that attracts it4 ,he advanced and bowed jerkily1 grasped one of the loops of her sash in the back1 stamped gently a moment to get the time1 and the artist sank into the partner1 the pirouette grew coarse to sympathize with clay4 ,don't they do it well1 though6 ,see those little things near the door6 he caught as they went by1 and his heart swelled with pride4 ,what's your name8 he asked abruptly after the dance4 ,thithelia1 she lisped4 ,she was very shy4 ,mine's ,richard ,carr ,pendleton4 ,my father's a lawyer4 ,what's yours8 ,i--,i don't know6 ,pooh6 he said1 grandly2 ,i guess you know4 ,don't you1 really8 ,she shook her head4 ,suddenly a light dawned in her eyes4 ,maybe ,i know1 she murmured4 ,i gueth ,i know4 ,he--he'th a really thtate6 ,a really state8 ,that isn't anything--nothing at all4 ,a really state8 ,he frowned at her4 ,her lip quivered4 ,she turned and ran away4 ,here1 come back6 he called2 but she was gone4 ,that will do for to-day1 said ,miss ,dorothy1 presently1 and they surged into the dressing-rooms1 to be buttoned up and pulled out of draughts and trundled home4 ,she was swathed carefully in a wadded silk jacket1 and then enveloped in a hooded cloak2 she looked like an angelic brownie4 ,dicky ran to her as a woman led her out to a coup at the curb1 and tugged at the ribbon of her cloak4 ,where do you live8 ,say1 where do you8 he demanded4 ,i--,i don't know4 ,the woman laughed4 ,why1 yes1 you do1 ,cissy4 ,tell him directly1 now4 ,she put one tiny finger in her mouth4 ,i--,i gueth ,i live on ,chethnut ,thtreet1 he called as the door slammed and shut her in4 ,his sister amicably offered him half the plush bag to carry1 and opened a running criticism of the afternoon4 ,did you ever see anybody act like that ,fannie ,leach8 ,she's awfully rough4 ,miss ,dorothy spoke to her twice--wasn't that dreadful8 ,what made you dance all the time with ,cissy ,weston8 ,she's an awful baby--a regular fraid-cat6 ,we girls tease her just as easy--do you like her8 ,she's the prettiest one there6 ,why1 ,dick ,pendleton1 she is not6 ,she's so little--she's not half so pretty as ,agnes1 or--or lots of the girls4 ,she's such a baby4 ,she puts her finger in her mouth if anybody says anything at all4 ,if you ask her a single thing she does like this3 ',i don't know1 ,i don't know6' ,he smiled scornfully4 ,did he not know how she did it8 ,and she can't talk plain6 ,she lisps--truly she does6 ,was ever a girl so thick-headed as that sister of his6 ,she puts her finger in her mouth6 ,she can't talk plain6 ,alas1 my sisters1 it was ,helen's finger that toppled over ,troy1 and ,diane de ,poitiers stammered6 ,for two long months the little girl led him along the primrose way4 ,the poor fellow thought it was the main road2 he had yet to learn it was but a by-path4 ,but the ,little ,god was not through with him4 ,that very night he reached the top of the wave4 ,he came down to breakfast rapt and quiet4 ,he salted his oatmeal by mistake1 and never knew the difference4 ,his sister laughed derisively1 and explained his folly to him as he swallowed the last spoonful1 but he only smiled kindly at her4 ,after his egg he spoke4 ,i dreamed that it was dancing school4 ,and ,i went4 ,and ,i was the only fellow there4 ,and what do you think8 ,all the little girls were ,cecilia6 ,they gasped4 ,you don't suppose he'll be a poet1 do you8 ,or a genius1 or anything8 his mother inquired anxiously4 ,no6 his father returned4 ,i should say he was more likely to be a ,mormon6 ,c ,copyright1 #aijb1 by ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co4 ,a ,model ,story in the ,kindergarten,d ,,by ,,josephine ,,dodge ,,daskam4 7,arranged by ,maude ,herndon and ,grace ,kellam47 ,from ,the ,madness of ,philip4 ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,company4 ,it was evident that something was wrong that morning with the children of the kindergarten4 ,two perplexed teachers were quieting the latest outbreak and marshaling a wavering line of very little people when the youngest assistant appeared on the scene4 ,miss ,hunt wants to know why you're so late with them1 she inquired4 ,she hopes nothing's wrong4 ,mrs4 ,r4 ,b4 ,m4 ,smith is here to-day to visit the primary schools and kindergartens1 and-- ,oh1 goodness1 exclaimed a teacher1 abruptly1 ceasing her attempted consolation of ,marantha ,judd4 ,i can't bear that woman6 ,she's always read ,stanley ,hall's last article that proves that what he said before was wrong6 ,come along1 ,marantha1 don't be a foolish little girl any longer4 ,we shall be late for the morning exercise4 ,upstairs a large circle was forming under the critical scrutiny of a short1 stout woman with crinkly1 gray hair4 ,this was ,mrs4 ,r4 ,b4 ,m4 ,smith1 who1 when the opening exercises were finished1 signified her willingness to relate to the children a model story1 calling the teacher's attention in advance to the almost incredible certainty that would characterize the children's anticipation of the events judiciously and psychologically selected4 ,the arm-chairs shortly to contain so much accurate anticipation were at last arranged and the children sat decorously attentive1 their faces turned curiously toward the strange lady with the fascinating plumes in her bonnet4 ,nothing like animals to bring out the protective instinct--feebler dependent on the stronger1 she said rapidly to the teachers1 and then addressed the objects of these theories4 ,now1 children1 ,i'm going to tell you a nice story--you all like stories1 ,i'm sure4 ,at just this moment little ,richard ,willetts sneezed loudly and unexpectedly to all1 himself included1 with the result that his ever-ready suspicion fixed upon his neighbor1 ,andrew ,halloran1 as the direct cause of the convulsion4 ,andrew's well-meant efforts to detach from ,richard's vest the pocket-handkerchief securely fastened thereto by a large black safety-pin strengthened the latter's conviction of intended assault and battery1 and he squirmed out of the circle and made a dash for the hall--the first stage in an evident homeward expedition4 ,this broke in upon the story1 and even when it got under way again there was an atmosphere of excitement quite unexplained by the tale itself4 ,yesterday1 children1 as ,i came out of my yard1 what do you think ,i saw8 ,the elaborately concealed surprise in store was so obvious that ,marantha rose to the occasion and suggested3 ,an el'phunt8 ,why1 no6 ,why should ,i see an elephant in my yard8 ,it wasn't nearly so big as that--it was a little thing6 ,a fish8 ventured ,eddy ,brown1 whose eye fell upon the aquarium in the corner4 ,the raconteuse smiled patiently4 ,why1 no6 ,how could a fish1 a live fish1 get in my front yard8 ,a dead fish8 persisted ,eddy1 who was never known to relinquish voluntarily an idea4 ,it was a little kitten1 said the story-teller1 decidedly4 ,a little white kitten4 ,she was standing right near a great big puddle of water4 ,and what else do you think ,i saw8 ,another kitten8 suggested ,marantha1 conservatively4 ,no1 a big ,newfoundland dog4 ,he saw the little kitten near the water4 ,now cats don't like the water1 do they8 ,they don't like a wet place4 ,what do they like8 ,mice1 said ,joseph ,zukoffsky1 abruptly4 ,well1 yes1 they do2 but there were no mice in my yard4 ,i'm sure you know what ,i mean4 ,if they don't like water1 what do they like8 ,milk6 ,they like a dry place1 said ,mrs4 ,r4 ,b4 ,m4 ,smith4 ,now what do you suppose the dog did8 ,it may be that successive failures had disheartened the listeners2 it may be that the very range presented alive to the dog and them for choice dazzled their imaginations4 ,at any rate1 they made no answer4 ,nobody knows what the dog did8 repeated the story-teller1 encouragingly4 ,what would you do if you saw a little white kitten like that8 ,again a silence4 ,then ,philip remarked gloomily1 ,i'd pull its tail4 ,and what do the rest of you think8 inquired ,mrs4 ,r4 ,b4 ,m4 ,smith1 pathetically4 ,i hope you are not so cruel as that little boy4 ,but fully half the children had seen the youngest assistant giggle at that little boy's answer1 and with one accord came the quick response1 ,i'd pull it too4 ,d ,copyright1 #aijb1 by ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co4 ,fishin'8 7,from the ,new ,orleans ,times-,democrat47 ,settin' on a log ,an' fishin' ,an' watchin' the cork1 ,an' wishin'4 ,jus' settin' round home ,an' sighin'1 ,jus' settin' round home-- ,an' lyin'4 ,ardelia in ,arcady,e 7,arranged by ,maude ,herndon and ,grace ,kellam47 ,from ,the ,madness of ,philip1 by ,josephine ,dodge ,daskam4 ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co4 ,when first the young lady from the ,college ,settlement dragged ,ardelia from her degradation1 she was sitting on a dirty pavement and throwing assorted refuse at an unconscious policeman4 ,come here1 little girl1 said the young lady1 invitingly4 ,wouldn't you like to come with me and have a nice1 cool bath8 ,naw1 said ,ardelia1 in tones rivaling the bath in coolness4 ,you wouldn't8 ,well1 wouldn't you like some bread and butter and jam8 ,wha's jam8 ,why1 it's--er--marmalade4 ,all sweet1 you know4 ,naw6 ,i thought you might like to go on a picnic1 said the young lady1 helplessly4 ,i thought all little girls liked-- ,picnic8 ,when8 cried ,ardelia1 moved instantly to interest4 ,i'm goin'6 ,is it the ,dago picnic8 ,the young lady shuddered1 and seizing the hand which she imagined to have had the least to do with the refuse1 she led ,ardelia away--the first stage of her journey to ,arcady4 ,later arrayed in starched and creaking garments which had been made for a slightly smaller child1 ,ardelia was transported to the station1 and for the first time introduced to a railroad car4 ,she sat stiffly on the red plush seat while the young lady talked reassuringly of daisies and cows and green grass4 ,as ,ardelia had never seen any of these things1 it is hardly surprising that she was somewhat unenthusiastic4 ,you can roll in the daisies1 my dear1 and pick all you want--all6 she urged eagerly4 ,aw right1 she answered1 guardedly4 ,the swelteringly hot day1 and the rapid unaccustomed motion combined to afflict her with a strange internal anticipation of future woe4 ,once last summer1 when she ate the liquid dregs of the ice-cream man's great tin1 and fell asleep in the room where her mother was frying onions1 she had experienced this same foreboding1 and the climax of that dreadful day lingered yet in her memory4 ,at last they stopped4 ,the young lady seized her hand1 and led her through the narrow aisle1 down the steep steps1 across the little country station platform1 and ,ardelia was in ,arcady4 ,a bare-legged boy in blue overalls and a wide straw hat then drove them many miles along a hot1 dusty road1 that wound endlessly through the parched country fields4 ,finally they turned into a driveway1 and drew up before a gray wooden house4 ,a spare1 dark-eyed woman in a checked apron advanced to meet them4 ,terrible hot to-day1 ain't it8 she sighed4 ,i'm real glad to see you1 ,miss ,forsythe4 ,won't you cool off a little before you go on8 ,this is the little girl1 ,i s'pose4 ,i guess it's pretty cool to what she's accustomed to1 ain't it1 ,delia8 ,no1 ,i thank you1 ,mrs4 ,slater4 ,i'll go right on to the house4 ,now1 ,ardelia1 here you are in the country4 ,i'm staying with my friend in a big white house about a quarter of a mile farther on4 ,you can't see it from here1 but if you want anything you can just walk over4 ,day after to-morrow is the picnic ,i told you of4 ,you'll see me then1 anyway4 ,now run right out in the grass and pick all the daisies you want4 ,don't be afraid2 no one will drive you off this grass6 ,the force of this was lost on ,ardelia1 who had never been driven off any grass whatever1 but she gathered that she was expected to walk out into the thick rank growth of the unmowed side yard1 and strode downward obediently4 ,now pick them6 ,pick the daisies6 cried ,miss ,forsythe1 excitedly4 ,i want to see you4 ,ardelia looked blank4 ,huh8 she said4 ,gather them4 ,get a bunch4 ,oh1 you poor child6 ,mrs4 ,slater1 she doesn't know how6 ,miss ,forsythe was deeply moved and illustrated by picking imaginary daisies on the porch4 ,ardelia's quick eye followed her gestures1 and stooping1 she scooped the heads from three daisies and started back with them4 ,miss ,forsythe gasped4 ,no1 no1 dear6 ,pull them up6 ,take the stem1 too1 she explained4 ,pick the whole flower4 ,ardelia bent over again1 tugged at a thick-stemmed clover1 brought it up by the roots1 and laid it awkwardly on the young lady's lap4 ,thank you1 dear1 she said1 politely1 but ,i meant them for you4 ,i meant you to have a bunch4 ,don't you want them8 ,naw1 said ,ardelia1 decidedly4 ,miss ,forsythe's eyes brightened suddenly4 ,i know what you want1 she cried1 you're thirsty6 ,mrs4 ,slater1 won't you get us some of your good1 creamy milk8 ,don't you want a drink1 ,ardelia8 ,ardelia nodded4 ,when ,mrs4 ,slater appeared with the foaming yellow glasses she wound her nervous little hands about the stem of the goblet and drank a deep draught4 ,there6 cried the young lady4 ,now1 how do you like real milk1 ,ardelia8 ,i declare you look like another child already6 ,you can have all you want every day--why1 what's the matter8 ,for ,ardelia was growing ghastly pale before them2 her eyes turned inward1 her lips tightened4 ,a blinding horror surged from her toes upward1 and the memory of the liquid ice-cream and the frying onions faded before the awful reality of her present agony4 ,later1 as she lay limp and white on the slippery haircloth sofa in ,mrs4 ,slater's musty parlor she heard them discussing her situation4 ,there was a lot of ,fresh-,air children over at ,mis' ,simms's1 her hostess explained1 and they 'most all of 'em said the milk was too strong--did you ever6 ,two or three of 'em was sick1 like this one1 but they got to love it in a little while4 ,she will1 too4 ,ardelia shook her head feebly4 ,in a few minutes she was asleep4 ,when she awoke all was dusk and shadow4 ,she felt scared and lonely4 ,now that her stomach was filled and her nerves refreshed by her long sleep1 she was in a condition to realize that aside from all bodily discomfort she was sad--very sad4 ,a new1 unknown depression weighed her down4 ,it grew steadily1 something was happening1 something constant and mournful--what8 ,suddenly she knew4 ,it was a steady1 recurrent noise1 a buzzing1 monotonous click4 ,now it rose1 now it fell1 accentuating the silence dense about it4 ,zig-a-zig6 ,zig-a-zig6 then a rest4 ,zig-a-zig6 ,ziz-a-zig-a-zig6 ,wha's 'at8 she said4 ,that8 ,oh1 those are katydids4 ,i s'pose you never heard 'em1 that's a fact4 ,kind o' cozy1 ,i think4 ,don't you like 'em8 ,naw4 ,another long silence intervened4 ,mr4 ,slater snored1 ,william smoked1 and the monotonous clamor was uninterrupted4 ,zig-a-zig6 ,zig-zig6 ,zig-a-zig-a-zig6 ,slowly1 against the background of this machine-like clicking1 there grew other sounds1 weird1 unhappy1 far away4 ,wheep1 wheep1 wheep6 ,this was a high1 thin crying4 ,burrom6 ,burrom6 ,brown6 ,this was low and resonant and solemn4 ,ardelia scowled4 ,wha's 'at8 she asked again4 ,that's the frogs4 ,bull-frogs and peepers4 ,never heard them1 either1 did ye8 ,well1 that's what they are4 ,william took his pipe out of his mouth4 ,come here1 sissy1 'n ,i'll tell y' a story1 he said1 lazily4 ,ardelia obeyed1 and glancing timorously at the shadows1 slipped around to his side4 ,onc't they was an' ol' feller comin' 'long crosslots1 late at night1 an' he come to a pond1 an' he kinder stopped up an' says to himself1 ',wonder how deep the ol' pond is1 anyhow8' ,he was just a leetle--well1 he'd had a drop too much1 y' see-- ,had a what8 interrupted ,ardelia4 ,he was sort o' rollin' 'round--he didn't know just what he was doin'-- ,oh6 ,jagged6 said ,ardelia1 comprehendingly4 ,i guess so4 ,an' he heard a voice singin' out1 ',knee deep6 ,knee deep6 ,knee deep4' ,william gave a startling imitation of the peepers2 his voice was a high1 shrill wail4 ',oh1 well1' s' he1 ''f it's just knee deep1 ,i'll wade through1' an' he starts in4 ,just then he hears a big feller singin' out1 ',better go rrround6 ,better gorrround6 ,better gorrround6' ',lord1' says he1 'is it s' deep 's that8 ,well1 ,i'll go round then4' ',n' off he starts to walk around4 ',knee deep6 ,knee deep6 ,knee deep6' says the peepers4 ,an' there it was4 ,soon's he'd start to do one thing they'd tell him another4 ,make up his mind he couldn't1 so he stands there still1 they do say1 askin' 'em every night which he better do4 ,stands where8 ,oh1 ,i d' know4 ,out in the swamp1 mebbe4 ,again he smoked4 ,time passed by4 ,suddenly ,mr4 ,slater coughed and arose4 ,well1 guess ,i'll be gettin' to bed1 he said4 ,come on1 boys4 ,hello1 little girl6 ,come to visit us1 hey8 ,mind you don't pick poison vine4 ,mrs4 ,slater led ,ardelia upstairs into a little hot room1 and told her to get into bed quick1 for the lamp drew the mosquitoes4 ,ardelia kicked off her shoes and approached the bed distrustfully4 ,it sank down with her weight and smelled hot and queer4 ,rolling off she stretched herself on the floor1 and lay there disconsolately4 ,at home the hurdy-gurdy was playing1 the women were gossiping on every step1 the lights were everywhere--the blessed fearless gas lights--and the little girls were dancing in the breeze that drew in from ,east ,river4 ,in the morning ,miss ,forsythe came over to inquire after her charge's health1 accompanied by another young lady4 ,why1 ,ethel1 she isn't barefoot6 she cried4 ,come here1 ,ardelia1 and take off your shoes and stockings directly4 ,shoes and stockings in the country6 ,now1 you'll know what comfort is4 ,to patter about bare-legged on the clear1 safe pavement1 was one thing2 to venture unprotected into that waving1 tripping tangle was another4 ,ardelia stepped cautiously upon the short grass near the house1 and with jaw set felt her way into the higher growth4 ,suddenly she stopped2 she shrieked3 ,oh1 gee6 ,oh1 gee6 ,what is it1 ,ardelia2 what is it8 ,a snake8 ,mrs4 ,slater rushed out1 seized ,ardelia1 half rigid with fear1 and carried her to the porch4 ,they elicited from her as she sat with feet tucked under her that something had rustled by her down at the bottom--that it was slippery1 that she had stepped on it1 and wanted to go home4 ,toad1 explained ,mrs4 ,slater1 briefly4 ,only a little hop-toad1 ,delia1 that wouldn't harm a baby1 let alone a big girl nine years old1 like you4 ,she's a queer child1 ,mrs4 ,slater confided to the young ladies4 ,not a drop of anything will she drink but cold tea4 ,it don't seem reasonable to give it to her all day1 and ,i won't do it1 so she has to wait till meals4 ,she makes a face if ,i say milk1 and the water tastes slippery1 she says1 and salty-like4 ,she won't touch it4 ,i tell her it's good well-water1 but she just shakes her head4 ,she's stubborn 's a bronze mule1 that child4 ,just mopes around4 ',s morning she asked me when did the parades go by4 ,i told her there wa'n't any1 but the circus1 an' that had been already4 ,i tried to cheer her up1 sort of1 with that ,fresh-,air picnic of yours to-morrow1 ,miss ,forsythe1 an s'she1 ',oh1 the ,dago picnic1' s'she1 'will they have ,tong's band8' ,she don't seem to take any int'rest in th' farm1 like those ,fresh-,air children1 either4 ,i showed her the hens an' the eggs1 an' she said it was a lie about the hens layin' 'em4 ',what d' you take me for8' s'she4 ,the idea6 ,then ,henry milked the cow1 to show her--she wouldn't believe that1 either--and with the milk streamin' down before her1 what do you s'pose she said8 ',you put it in6' s'she4 ,i never should a' believed that1 ,miss ,forsythe1 if ,i hadn't heard it4 ,oh1 she'll get over it2 just wait a few days4 ,good-bye1 ,ardelia4 ,eat a good supper4 ,but this ,ardelia did not do4 ,mr4 ,slater ate in voracious silence4 ,william never spoke1 and ,mrs4 ,slater filled their plates without comment4 ,ardelia had never in her life eaten in silence4 ,through the open door the buzz of the katydids was beginning tentatively4 ,in the intervals of ,william's gulps a faint bass note warned them from the swamp4 ,better gorrround6 ,better gorrround6 ,ardelia's nerves strained and snapped4 ,her eyes grew wild4 ,fer ,gawd's sake1 talk6 she cried1 sharply4 ,are youse dumbies8 99 99 99 99 99 ,the morning dawned fresh and fair2 the homely barnyard noises brought a smile to ,miss ,forsythe's sympathetic face1 as she waited for ,ardelia to join her in a drive to the station4 ,but ,ardelia did not smile4 ,at the station ,miss ,forsythe shook her limp little hand4 ,good-bye1 dear4 ,i'll bring the other little children back with me4 ,you'll enjoy that4 ,good-bye4 ,i'm comin'1 too1 said ,ardelia4 ,why--no1 dear--you wait for us4 ,you'd only turn around and come right back1 you know4 ,come1 back nothin'4 ,i'm goin' home4 ,why--why1 ,ardelia6 ,don't you really like it8 ,naw1 it's too hot4 ,miss ,forsythe stared4 ,but ,ardelia1 you don't want to go back to that horribly smelly street8 ,not truly8 ,betcher life ,i do6 ,it's so lonely and quiet1 pleaded the young lady4 ,ardelia shuddered4 ,again she seemed to hear that fiendish1 mournful wailing3 ,knee deep6 ,knee deep6 ,knee deep6 ,they rode in silence4 ,but the jar and jolt of the engine made music in ,ardelia's ears2 the familiar jargon of the newsboy3 ,n' ,yawk evening paypers6 ,woyld6 ,joynal6 was a breath from home to her little cockney heart4 ,they pushed through the great station1 they climbed the steps of the elevated track1 they jingled on a cross-town car4 ,and at a familiar corner ,ardelia slipped loose her hand1 uttered a grunt of joy1 and ,miss ,forsythe looked after her in vain4 ,she was gone4 ,but late in the evening1 when the great city turned out to breathe1 and sat with opened shirt and loosened bodice on the dirty steps2 when the hurdy-gurdy executed brassy scales and the lights flared in endless sparkling rows2 when the trolley gongs at the corner pierced the air1 and feet tapped cheerfully down the cool stone steps of the beer-shop1 ,ardelia1 bare-footed and abandoned1 nibbling at a section of bologna sausage1 cake-walked insolently with a band of little girls behind a severe policeman1 mocking his stolid gait1 to the delight of ,old ,dutchy1 who beamed approvingly at her prancing4 ,ja1 ja1 you trow out your feet good4 ,some day we pay to see you1 no8 ,you like to get back already6 ,ja1 danky slum1 ,dutchy1 she said airily1 as she sank upon her cool step1 stretched her toes and sighed3 ,gee6 ,n' ,yawk's the place6 ,e ,copyright1 #aijb1 by ,mc,clure1 ,phillips ,co4 ,meriel ,,by ,,margaret ,,houston4 7,from ,ainslee's ,magazine47 ,let go my hand6 7,a start of quick surprise47 ,how could you dare8 7,a flash of angry eyes47 ,and yet her hand in mine all passive lies4 ,how rude you are6 7,the rose-blush fully blown47 ,i trusted you6 7',twould melt a heart of stone47 ,and yet the little hand rests in mine own6 ,oh1 dainty ,meriel--little ,april day6 ,however warmly pouting lips cry ,nay1 ,that little hand shall rest in mine--alway6 ,the ,old ,man and ,shep 7,a true story47 ,,by ,,john ,g4 ,,scorer4 ,it was on the morning of the second day of the new year4 ,the mercury hovered a few degrees above zero4 ,the winds that swept down from the ,north were keen and biting1 and the mist-like snow fell fitfully4 ,an old man1 his once tall form bent by the burdens and sorrows of sixty odd years1 his step slow and shuffling1 his clothes unkempt and tattered1 his long beard flowing down upon his breast1 his eye still bright and in his face lingering traces of refinement1 made his way along the deserted street4 ,he was accompanied by a dog1 whose long1 shaggy hair indicated a blooded ancestry4 ,so emaciated was his form that even through his shaggy coat could be seen the outline of his bony frame4 ,the two1 master and dog1 hobbled into the city's out-door relief department4 ,the dog at once curled himself up on a rug near a radiator and was soon asleep1 dreaming1 perchance1 of other and more prosperous days1 with a virtuous kennel and plenty of food4 ,the old man stood for a time warming his benumbed fingers at the radiator4 ,presently one of the clerks approached and asked him who he was and what he wanted4 ,i am ,john ,owens1 he replied2 and ,i want to go to the infirmary4 ,i am ill1 homeless and penniless4 ,all right1 my man1 said the clerk1 and at once wrote out a permit4 ,the old man took the permit1 read it over carefully1 and said3 ,it says nothing about the dog4 ,i want one for the dog1 too4 ,we can't give you one for the dog2 we have no place out there for him4 ,you'll have to leave him behind4 ,leave my dog behind8 ,no1 sir1 said the old fellow1 straightening up his bent form4 ,he's the only friend ,i have in this world4 ,why old ',shep' has been my only friend for the last eight years4 ,i had money1 friends and influence when he was a pup1 and he had a better bed and better food then than ,i have had for many a year4 ,i had my carriages once1 and a man to drive them1 too4 ,i know it sounds strange1 now4 ,sometimes it seems like a dream4 ,but never mind4 ,when ,i woke up from that dream ,i had only my wife ,martha1 my son ,george1 and ',shep4' ,every one else turned from me4 ,my wife was a good1 brave soul1 but our reverses broke her down1 and on one spring day we laid her away beneath the daisies and the myrtle4 ,soon after that my son ,george was taken from me by that stern monster1 death1 leaving me alone--alone1 with no friend but ',shep4' ,where do ,i sleep8 ,why1 my boy1 anywhere4 ,you don't know how many warm stairways there are4 ',shep' and ,i do1 though1 and we curl up together in them when the officer on the beat isn't looking4 ,yes1 poor fellow1 he's lame2 had his leg broken4 ,he got that trying to keep me out of the way of a coal wagon two years ago1 when ,i slipped on the icy street4 ,here's your permit1 mister4 ,i won't go out there unless ',shep' goes with me4 ,he can't8 ,well1 good-bye1 good-bye1 sir4 ,come on1 ',shep4' ,you can't stay there all day4 ,just as much obliged1 and the two passed out into the cold again4 ,who ,knows ,the ,lily lifts to mine her nunlike face1 ,but my wild heart is beating for the ,rose2 ,how can ,i pause to behold the ,lily's grace8 ,shall ,i repent me by and by8 ,who knows8 --,louise ,chandler ,moulton4 ,the ,negro ,,by ,,booker ,t4 ,,washington4 7,adapted from the speech delivered at the opening of the ,atlanta ,exposition47 ,one-third of the population of the ,south is of the negro race4 ,no enterprise seeking the material1 civil1 or moral welfare of this section can disregard this element of our population and reach the highest success4 ,i but convey to you1 ,mr4 ,president and directors1 the sentiment of the masses of my race when ,i say that in no way have the value and manhood of the ,american negro been more fittingly and generously recognized than by the managers of this magnificent ,exposition at every stage of its progress4 ,it is a recognition that will do more to cement the friendship of the two races than any occurrence since the dawn of our freedom4 ,not only this1 but the opportunity here afforded will awaken among us a new era of industrial progress4 ,ignorant and inexperienced1 it is not strange that in the first years of our new life we began at the top instead of at the bottom2 that a seat in ,congress or a ,state legislature was more sought than real estate or industrial skill2 that the political convention or stump speaking had more attractions than starting a dairy farm or truck garden4 ,a ship lost at sea for many days suddenly sighted a friendly vessel4 ,from the mast of the unfortunate vessel was seen a signal1 ,water1 water2 we die of thirst6 ,the answer from the friendly vessel at once came back1 ,cast down your bucket where you are4 ,a second time the signal1 ,water1 water2 send us water6 ran up from the distressed vessel1 and was answered1 ,cast down your bucket where you are4 ,and a third and fourth signal for water was answered1 ,cast down your bucket where you are4 ,the captain of the distressed vessel at last1 heeding the injunction1 cast down his bucket1 and it came up full of fresh1 sparkling water from the mouth of the ,amazon ,river4 ,to those of my race who depend on bettering their condition in a foreign land or who underestimate the importance of cultivating friendly relations with the ,southern white man1 who is their next-door neighbor1 ,i would say3 ,cast down your bucket where you are4 ,cast it down in making friends in every manly way of the people of all races by whom we are surrounded4 ,cast it down in agriculture1 mechanics1 in commerce1 in domestic service1 and in the professions4 ,and in this connection it is well to bear in mind that whatever other sins the ,south may be called to bear1 when it comes to business1 pure and simple1 it is in the ,south that the negro is given a man's chance in the commercial world1 and in nothing is this ,exposition more eloquent than in emphasizing this chance4 ,our greatest danger is that in the great leap from slavery to freedom we may overlook the fact that the masses of us are to live by the productions of our hands1 and fail to keep in mind that we shall prosper in proportion as we learn to dignify and glorify common labor and put brains and skill into the common occupations of life2 shall prosper in proportion as we learn to draw the line between the superficial and the substantial1 the ornamental gewgaws of life and the useful4 ,no race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem4 ,it is at the bottom of life we must begin1 and not at the top4 ,nor should we permit our grievances to overshadow our opportunities4 ,to those of the white race who look to the incoming of those of foreign birth and strange tongues and habits for the prosperity of the ,south1 were ,i permitted ,i would repeat what ,i say to my own race1 ,cast down your bucket where you are4 ,cast it down among the eight millions of negroes whose habits you know1 whose fidelity and love you have tested in days when to have proved treacherous meant the ruin of your firesides4 ,cast down your bucket among these people who have1 without strikes and labor wars1 tilled your fields1 cleared your forests1 builded your railroads and cities1 and brought forth treasure from the bowels of the earth1 and helped make possible this magnificent representation of the progress of the ,south4 ,casting down your buckets among my people1 helping and encouraging them as you are doing on these grounds1 and to education of head1 hand1 and heart1 you will find that they will buy your surplus land1 make blossom the waste places in your fields1 and run your factories4 ,while doing this you can be sure in the future as in the past1 that you and your families will be surrounded by the most patient1 faithful1 law-abiding and unresentful people that the world has seen4 ,as we have proved our loyalty to you in the past1 in nursing your children1 watching by the sick-bed of your mothers and fathers1 and often following them with tear-dimmed eyes to the graves1 so in the future1 in our humble way1 we shall stand by you with a devotion that no foreigner can approach1 ready to lay down our lives1 if need be1 in defence of yours1 interlacing our industrial1 commercial1 civil and religious life with yours in a way that shall make the interests of both races one4 ,in all things that are purely social we can be as separate as the fingers1 yet one as the hand in all things essential to mutual progress4 ,there is no defence or security for any of us except in the highest intelligence and development of all4 ,if anywhere there are efforts tending to curtail the fullest growth of the negro1 let these efforts be turned into stimulating1 encouraging1 and making him the most useful and intelligent citizen4 ,efforts or means so invested will pay a thousand per cent4 interest4 ,these efforts will be twice blessed--blessing him that gives and him that takes4 ,nearly sixteen millions of hands will aid you in pulling the load upward1 or they will pull against you the load downward4 ,we shall constitute one-third and more of the ignorance and crime of the ,south1 or one-third of its intelligence and progress2 we shall contribute one-third to the business and industrial prosperity of the ,south1 or we shall prove a veritable body of death1 stagnating1 repressing1 retarding every effort to advance the body politic4 ,the wisest among my race understand that the agitation of questions of social equality is the extremest folly1 and that progress in the enjoyment of all the privileges that will come to us must be the result of severe and constant struggle rather than of artificial forcing4 ,no race that has anything to contribute to the markets of the world is long in any degree ostracized4 ,it is important and right that all privileges of the law be ours1 but it is vastly more important that we be prepared for the exercise of these privileges4 ,the opportunity to earn a dollar in a factory just now is worth infinitely more than the opportunity to spend a dollar in an opera-house4 ,here bending1 as it were1 over the altar that represents the struggles of your race and mine1 both starting practically empty-handed three decades ago1 ,i pledge that in your effort to work out the great and intricate problem which ,god has laid at the doors of the ,south1 you shall have at all times the patient1 sympathetic help of my race2 only let this be constantly in mind1 that1 while from representations in these buildings of the product of field1 of forest1 of mine1 of factory1 letters and art1 much good will come1 yet far above and beyond material benefits will be that higher good1 that1 let us pray ,god1 will come1 in a blotting out of sectional differences and racial animosities and suspicions1 in a determination to administer absolute justice1 in a willing obedience among all classes to the mandates of the law4 ,this1 this1 coupled with our material prosperity1 will bring into our beloved ,south a new heaven and a new earth4 ,the ,guillotine ,,by ,,victor ,,hugo4 7,this is a part of the speech in defense of his son1 under the circumstances set forth in the oration47 ,gentlemen of the jury1 if there is a culprit here1 it is not my son1--it is ,i6--,i1 who for these twenty-five years have opposed capital punishment1--have contended for the inviolability of human life1--have committed this crime for which my son is now arraigned4 ,here ,i denounce my self1 ,mr4 ,advocate-,general6 ,i have committed it under all aggravated circumstances2 deliberately1 repeatedly1 tenaciously4 ,yes1 this old and absurd lex taliones--this law of blood for blood--,i have combated all my life--all my life1 gentlemen of the jury6 ,and1 while ,i have breath1 ,i will continue to combat it1 by all my efforts as a writer1 by all my words and all my votes as a legislator6 ,i declare it before the crucifix2 before that ,victim of the penalty of death1 who sees and hears us2 before that gibbet1 in which1 two thousand years ago1 for the eternal instruction of the generations1 the human law nailed the divine6 ,in all that my son has written on the subject of capital punishment and for writing and publishing which he is now on trial--in all that he has written1 he has merely proclaimed the sentiments with which1 from his infancy1 ,i have inspired him4 ,gentlemen jurors1 the right to criticise a law1 and to criticise it severely--especially a penal law--is placed beside the duty of amelioration1 like the torch beside the work under the artisan's hand4 ,the right of the journalist is as sacred1 as necessary1 as imprescriptible1 as the right of the legislator4 ,what are the circumstances8 ,a man1 a convict1 a sentenced wretch1 is dragged1 on a certain morning1 to one of our public squares4 ,there he finds the scaffold6 ,he shudders1 he struggles1 he refuses to die4 ,he is young yet--only twenty-nine4 ,ah6 ,i know what you will say1--,he is a murderer6 ,but hear me4 ,two officers seize him4 ,his hands1 his feet are tied4 ,he throws off the two officers4 ,a frightful struggle ensues4 ,his feet1 bound as they are1 become entangled in the ladder4 ,he uses the scaffold against the scaffold6 ,the struggle is prolonged4 ,horror seizes the crowd6 ,the officers1--sweat and shame on their brows1--pale1 panting1 terrified1 despairing1--despairing with ,i know not what horrible despair1--shrinking under that public reprobation which ought to have visited the penalty1 and spared the passive treatment1 the executioner1--the officers strive savagely4 ,the victim clings to the scaffold and shrieks for pardon4 ,his clothes are torn1--his shoulders bloody1--still he resists4 ,at length1 after three-quarters of an hour of this monstrous effort1 of this spectacle without a name1 of this agony1--agony for all1 be it understood1--agony for the assembled spectators as well as for the condemned man1--after this age of anguish1 gentlemen of the jury1 they take back the poor wretch to his prison4 ,the ,people breathe again4 ,the ,people1 naturally merciful1 hope that the man will be spared4 ,but no1--the guillotine1 though vanquished1 remains standing4 ,there it frowns all day1 in the midst of a sickened population4 ,and at night the officers1 re-enforced1 drag forth the wretch again1 so bound that he is but an inert weight1--they drag him forth1 haggard1 bloody1 weeping1 pleading1 howling for life1--calling upon ,god1 calling upon his father and mother1--for like a very child had this man become in the prospect of death1--they drag him forth to execution4 ,he is hoisted on the scaffold and his head falls6 ,and then through every conscience runs a shudder4 ,never had legal murder appeared with an aspect so indecent1 so abominable4 ,all feel jointly implicated in the deed4 ,it is at this very moment that from a young man's breast escapes a cry1 wrung from his very heart1--a cry of pity and anguish1--a cry of horror1--a cry of humanity4 ,and this cry you would punish6 ,and in the face of the appalling facts which ,i have narrated1 you would say to the guillotine1 ,thou art right6 and to ,pity1 saintly ,pity1 ,thou art wrong6 ,gentlemen of the jury1 it cannot be6 ,gentlemen1 ,i have finished4 ,robespierre's ,last ,speech ,,by ,,maximilian ,,marie ,,isidore ,,de ,,robespierre4 ,before his execution1 ,robespierre addressed the populace of ,paris in part as follows3 ,the enemies of the ,republic call me tyrant6 ,were ,i such1 they would grovel at my feet4 ,i should gorge them with gold1 ,i should grant them immunity for their crimes1 and they would be grateful4 ,were ,i such1 the kings we have vanquished1 far from denouncing ,robespierre1 would lend me their guilty support2 there would be a covenant between them and me4 ,tyranny must have tools4 ,but the enemies of tyranny1--whither does their path tend8 ,to the tomb1 and to immortality6 ,what tyrant is my protector8 ,to what faction do ,i belong8 ,yourselves6 ,what faction since the beginning of the ,revolution1 has crushed and annihilated so many detected traitors8 ,you1 the people1 our principles1 are that faction--a faction to which ,i am devoted1 and against which all the scoundrelism of the day is banded6 ,the confirmation of the ,republic has been my object2 and ,i know that the ,republic can be established only on the eternal basis of morality4 ,against me1 and against those who hold kindred principles1 the league is formed4 ,my life8 ,oh6 my life ,i abandon without a regret4 ,i have seen the past2 and ,i foresee the future4 ,what friend of this country would wish to survive the moment when he could no longer serve it1--when he could no longer defend innocence against oppression8 ,wherefore should ,i continue in an order of things where intrigue eternally triumphs over truth2 where justice is mocked2 where passions the most abject1 or fears the most absurd1 over-ride the sacred interests of humanity8 ,in witnessing the multitude of vices which the torrent of the ,revolution has rolled in turbid communion with its civic virtues1 ,i confess that ,i have sometimes feared that ,i should be sullied1 in the eyes of posterity1 by the impure neighborhood of unprincipled men1 who had thrust themselves into association with the sincere friends of humanity2 and ,i rejoice that these conspirators against my country have now1 by their reckless rage1 traced deep the line of demarcation between themselves and all true men4 ,question history1 and learn how all the defenders of liberty1 in all times1 have been overwhelmed by calumny4 ,but their traducers died also4 ,the good and the bad disappear alike from the earth2 but in very different conditions4 ,o ,frenchmen6 ,o my countrymen6 ,let not your enemies1 with their desolating doctrines1 degrade your souls and enervate your virtues6 ,no1 ,chaumette1 no6 ,death is not an eternal sleep6 ,citizens1 efface from the tomb that motto1 graven by sacrilegious hands1 which spreads over all nature a funereal crape1 takes from suppressed innocence its support1 and affronts the beneficent dispensation of death6 ,inscribe rather thereon these words3 ,death is the commencement of immortality6 ,i leave to the oppressors of the ,people a terrible testament1 which ,i proclaim with the independence befitting one whose career is so nearly ended2 it is the awful truth1--,thou shalt die6 ,secession ,,by ,,alexander ,h4 ,,stephens4 ,delivered at the ,georgia ,state ,convention1 ,january1 #ahfa4 ,mr4 ,president3 ,this step of secession1 once taken1 can never be recalled1 and all the baleful and withering consequences that must follow will rest on the convention for all coming time4 ,when we and our posterity shall see our lovely ,south desolated by the demon of war1 which this act of yours will inevitably invite and call forth2 when our green fields of waving harvest shall be trodden down by the murderous soldiery and fiery car sweeping over our land2 our temples of justice laid in ashes2 all the horrors and desolation of war upon us2 who but this convention will be held responsible for it8 ,and who but him who shall have given his vote for this unwise and ill-timed measure1 as ,i honestly think and believe1 shall be held to strict account for this suicidal act by the present generation1 and probably cursed and execrated by posterity for all coming time1 for the wide and desolating ruin that will inevitably follow this act you now propose to perpetrate8 ,pause1 ,i entreat you1 and consider for a moment what reasons you can give that will even satisfy yourselves in calmer moments--what reasons you can give to your fellow-sufferers in the calamity that it will bring upon us4 ,what reasons can you give to the nations of the earth to justify it8 ,they will be calm and deliberate judges in the case2 and what cause or one overt act can you name or point1 on which to rest the plea of justification8 ,what right has the ,north assailed8 ,what interest of the ,south has been invaded8 ,what justice has been denied8 ,and what claim founded in justice and right has been withheld8 ,can either of you to-day name one governmental act of wrong1 deliberately and purposely done by the government of ,washington1 of which the ,south has a right to complain8 ,i challenge the answer4 ,while1 on the other hand1 let me show the facts 7and believe me1 gentlemen1 ,i am not here1 the advocate of the ,north2 but ,i am here the friend1 the firm friend1 and lover of the ,south and her institutions1 and for this reason ,i speak thus plainly and faithfully1 for yours1 mine1 and every other man's interest1 the words of truth and soberness71 of which ,i wish you to judge1 and ,i will only state facts which are clear and undeniable1 and which now stand as records authentic in the history of our country4 ,when we of the ,south demanded the slave-trade1 or the importation of ,africans for the cultivation of our lands1 did they not yield the right for twenty years8 ,when we asked a three-fifths representation in ,congress for our slaves1 was it not granted8 ,when we asked and demanded the return of any fugitive from justice1 or the recovery of those persons owing labor or allegiance1 was it not incorporated in the ,constitution1 and again ratified and strengthened by the ,fugitive ,slave ,law of #ahej8 ,but do you reply that in many instances they have violated this compact and have not been faithful to their engagements8 ,as individuals and local communities they may have done so2 but not by the sanction of government2 for that has always been true to ,southern interests4 ,again1 gentlemen1 look at another act2 when we have asked that more territory should be added1 that we might spread the institution of slavery1 have they not yielded to our demands in giving us ,louisiana1 ,florida and ,texas1 out of which four ,states have been carved1 and ample territory for four more to be added in due time1 if you1 by this unwise and impolitic act1 do not destroy this hope1 and perhaps by it lose all1 and have your last slave wrenched from you by stern military rule1 as ,south ,american and ,mexican were2 or by the vindictive decree of a universal emancipation which may reasonably be expected to follow4 ,but1 again1 gentlemen1 what have we to gain by this proposed change of our relation to the general government8 ,we have always had the control of it1 and can yet1 if we remain in it1 and are as united as we have been4 ,we have had a majority of the ,presidents chosen from the ,south1 as well as the control and management of most of those chosen from the ,north4 ,we have had sixty years of ,southern ,presidents to their twenty-four1 thus controlling the executive department4 ,so1 of the judges of the ,supreme ,court1 we have had eighteen from the ,south and but eleven from the ,north1 although nearly four-fifths of the judicial business has arisen in the free ,states1 yet a majority of the court has always been from the ,south4 ,this we have acquired so as to guard against any interpretation of the ,constitution unfavorable to us4 ,in like manner we have been equally watchful to guard our interests in the legislative branch of government4 ,in choosing the presiding presidents 7pro tem47 of the ,senate1 we have had twenty-four to their eleven4 ,speakers of the ,house we have had twenty-three1 and they twelve4 ,while the majority of the representatives1 from their greater population1 have always been from the ,north1 yet we have so generally secured the ,speaker1 because he1 to a great extent1 shapes and controls the legislation of the country4 ,nor have we had less control in every other department of the general government4 ,attorney-generals we have had fourteen1 while the ,north have had but five4 ,foreign ministers we have had eighty-six1 and they but fifty-four4 ,while three-fourths of the business which demands diplomatic agents abroad is clearly from the free ,states1 from their greater commercial interest1 yet we have had the principal embassies1 so as to secure the world-markets for our cotton1 tobacco and sugar on the best possible terms4 ,we have had a vast majority of the higher offices of both army and navy1 while a larger proportion of the soldiers and sailors were drawn from the ,north4 ,equally so of clerks1 auditors and comptrollers filling the executive department2 the records show1 for the last fifty years1 that of the three thousand thus employed1 we have had more than two-thirds of the same1 while we have but one-third of the white population of the ,republic4 ,again1 look at another item1 and one1 be assured1 in which we have a great and vital interest2 it is that of revenue1 or means of supporting government4 ,from official documents we learn that a fraction over three-fourths of the revenue collected for the support of the government has uniformly been raised from the ,north4 ,pause now while you can1 gentlemen1 and contemplate carefully and candidly these important items4 ,look at another necessary branch of government1 and learn from stern statistical facts how matters stand in that department4 ,i mean the mail and post-office privileges that we now enjoy under the general government as it has been for years past4 ,the expense for the transportation of the mail in the free ,states was1 by the report of the ,postmaster-,general for the year #ahfj1 a little over #ac1jjj1jjj1 while the income was #ai1jjj1jjj4 ,but in the slave ,states the transportation of the mail was #ad1gaf1jjj1 while the revenue from the same was #h1jja1jbf1 leaving a deficit of #f1gjd1igd to be supplied by the ,north for our accommodation1 and without it we must have been entirely cut off from this most essential branch of government4 ,leaving out of view1 for the present1 the countless millions of dollars you must expend in a war with the ,north2 with tens of thousands of your sons and brothers slain in battle and offered up as sacrifices upon the altar of your ambition--and for what1 we ask again8 ,is it for the overthrow of the ,american ,government1 established by our common ancestry1 cemented and built up by their sweat and blood1 and founded on the broad principles of right1 justice and humanity8 ,and as such1 ,i must declare here1 as ,i have often done before1 and which has been repeated by the greatest and wisest of statesmen and patriots1 in this and other lands1 that it is the best and freest government--the most equal in its rights1 the most just in its decisions1 the most lenient in its measures1 and the most aspiring in its principles1 to elevate the race of men1 that the sun of heaven ever shone upon4 ,now1 for you to attempt to overthrow such a government as this1 under which we have lived for more than three-quarters of a century--in which we have gained our wealth1 our standing as a nation1 our domestic safety1 while the elements of peril are around us1 with peace and tranquillity accompanied with unbounded prosperity and rights unassailed--is the height of madness1 folly1 and wickedness1 to which ,i neither lend my sanction nor my vote4 ,birds ,birds are singing round my window1 ,tunes the sweetest ever heard1 ,and ,i hang my cage there daily1 ,but ,i never catch a bird4 ,so with thoughts my brain is peopled1 ,and they sing there all day long2 ,but they will not fold their pinions ,in the little cage of song6 --,richard ,henry ,stoddard4 ,the ,death of ,hypatia ,,by ,,charles ,,kingsley4 ,hypatia was a mathematician of ,alexandria1 who taught her students the philosophy of ,plato4 ,orestes1 governor of ,alexandria1 admired the talents of ,hypatia1 and frequently had recourse to her for advice4 ,he was desirous of curbing the too ardent zeal of ,st4 ,cyril1 who saw in ,hypatia one of the principal supports of paganism4 ,the most fanatical followers of the bishop1 in ,march1 ,a4,d4 #dae1 seized upon ,hypatia as she was proceeding to her school1 forced her to descend from her chariot1 and dragged her into a neighboring church1 where she was put to death by her brutal foes4 ,canon ,kingsley's historical romance has done much to make her name familiar to ,english readers 7,classical ,dictionary74 ,raphael ,aben-,ezra1 a former pupil1 converted to ,christianity and returning to ,alexandria1 seeks audience with ,hypatia to tell her of the ,nazarene4 ,broken and discouraged1 she still holds to her philosophy1 but finally consents to hear what ,raphael has to say of ,christianity4 ,it is almost time for her to lecture at the school1 so she makes an appointment for ,raphael the following day4 ,she sends him from her until then with the words with which this cutting begins4 ,yes1 come4444 ,the ,galilean4444 ,if he conquers strong men1 can the weak maid resist him8 ,come soon 444 this afternoon4444 ,my heart is breaking fast4 ,at the eighth hour this afternoon8 asked ,raphael4 ,yes4444 ,at noon ,i lecture 444 take my farewell1 rather1 forever1 of the schools4444 ,gods6 ,what have ,i to say8444 ,and tell me about ,him of ,nazareth4 ,farewell6 ,farewell1 beloved lady6 ,at the ninth hour you shall hear of ,him of ,nazareth4 ,as ,raphael went down the steps into the street1 a young man sprang from behind one of the pillars and seized his arm4 ,aha6 my young ,coryphus of pious plunderers6 ,what do you want with me8 ,philammon1 for it was he1 looked at him an instant1 and recognized him4 ,save her6 for the love of ,god1 save her6 ,whom8 ,hypatia6 ,how long has her salvation been important to you1 my good friend8 ,for ,god's sake1 said ,philammon1 go back and warn her6 ,she will hear you--you are rich--you used to be her friend--,i know you--,i have heard of you4444 ,oh1 if you ever cared for her--if you ever felt for her a thousandth part of what ,i feel--go in and warn her not to stir from home6 ,of what is she to be warned8 ,of a plot--,i know that there is a plot--against her among the monks and parabolani4 ,as ,i lay in bed this morning in ,arsenius' room they thought ,i was asleep-- ,arsenius8 ,has that venerable fanatic1 then1 gone the way of all monastic flesh1 and turned persecutor8 ,god forbid6 ,i heard him beseeching ,peter1 the reader1 to refrain from something1 ,i cannot tell what2 but ,i caught her name4444 ,i heard ,peter say1 ',she that hindereth will hinder till she be taken out of the way4' ,and when he went out in the passage ,i heard him say to another1 ',that thou doest1 do quickly6' ,these are slender grounds1 my friend4 ,ah1 you do not know of what these men are capable4 ,do ,i not8 ,i know the hatred which they bear her1 the crimes which they attribute to her4 ,her house would have been attacked last night had it not been for ,cyril4444 ,and ,i knew ,peter's tone4 ,he spoke too gently and softly not to mean something devilish4 ,i watched all the morning for an opportunity of escape1 and here ,i am6 ,will you take my message1 or see her-- ,what8 ,god only knows1 and the devil whom they worship instead of ,god4 ,raphael hurried back into the house4 ,could he see ,hypatia8 ,she had shut herself up in her private room1 strictly commanding that no visitor should be admitted4444 ,where was ,theon1 then8 ,he had gone out by the canal gate half an hour before1 and he hastily wrote on his tablet3 ,do not despise the young monk's warning4 ,i believe him to speak the truth4 ,as you love yourself and your father1 ,hypatia1 stir not out to-day4 ,he bribed the maid to take the message up-stairs2 and passed his time in the hall in warning the servants4 ,but they would not believe him4 ,it was true the shops were shut in some quarters1 and the ,museum gardens empty2 people were a little frightened after yesterday4 ,but ,cyril1 they had heard for certain1 had threatened excommunication only last night to any ,christian who broke the peace2 and there had not been a monk to be seen in the streets the whole morning4 ,and as for any harm happening to their mistress--impossible6 ,the very wild beasts would not tear her1 said the huge negro porter1 if she were thrown into the amphitheater4 ,whereat the maid boxed his ears for talking of such a thing3 and then1 by way of mending it1 declared that she knew for certain that her mistress could turn aside the lightning and call legions of spirits to fight for her with a nod4444 ,what was to be done with such idolaters4 ,and yet who could help liking them the better for it8 ,at last the answer came down1 in the old1 graceful1 studied1 self-conscious handwriting3 ,i dread nothing4 ,they will not dare4 ,did they dare now1 they would have dared long ago4 ,as for that youth--to obey or to believe his word1 even to seem aware of his existence1 were shame to me henceforth4 ,because he is insolent enough to warn me1 therefore ,i will go4 ,fear not for me4 ,you would not wish me1 for the first time in my life1 to fear for myself4 ,i must follow my destiny4 ,i must speak the words which ,i have to speak4 ,above all1 ,i must let no ,christian say that the philosopher dared less than the fanatic4 ,if my gods are gods1 then will they protect me2 and if not1 let your ,god prove ,his rule as seems to ,him good4 ,raphael tore the letter to fragments4444 ,the guards1 at least1 were not gone mad like the rest of the world4 ,it wanted half an hour of the time for her lecture4 ,in the interval he might summon force enough to crush all ,alexandria4 ,and turning suddenly1 he darted out of the room and out of the house4 ,stay here and stop her6 ,make a last appeal1 cried he to ,philammon1 with a gesture of grief4 ,drag the horses' heads down1 if you can6 ,i will be back in ten minutes4 ,and he ran off for the nearest gate of the ,museum gardens4 ,on the other side of the gardens lay the courtyard of the palace4 ,there were gates in plenty communicating between them4 ,if he could but see ,orestes1 even alarm the guard in time6444 ,and he hurried through the walks and alcoves1 now deserted by the fearful citizens1 to the nearest gate4 ,it was fast and barricaded firmly on the outside4 ,terrified1 he ran on to the next2 it was barred also4 ,he saw the reason in a moment1 and maddened as he saw it4 ,the guards1 careless about the ,museum1 or reasonably fearing no danger from the ,alexandrian populace to the glory and wonder of their city1 or perhaps wishing wisely enough to concentrate their forces in the narrowest space1 had contented themselves with cutting off all communication with the gardens4 ,at all events1 the doors leading from the ,museum itself might be open4 ,he knew them1 every one4 ,he found an entrance1 hurried through well-known corridors to a postern through which he and ,orestes had lounged a hundred times4 ,it was fast4 ,he beat upon it2 but no one answered4 ,he rushed on and tried another4 ,no one answered there4 ,another--still silence and despair6444 ,he rushed up-stairs1 hoping that from a window above he might be able to call the guard4 ,the prudent soldiers had locked and barricaded the entrances to the upper floors of the whole right wing1 lest the palace court should be commanded from thence4 ,whither now8 ,back--and whither then8 ,and his breath failed him1 his throat was parched1 his face burned as with the simoon wind1 his legs were trembling under him4 ,his presence of mind1 usually so perfect1 failed him utterly4 ,he was baffled1 netted4 ,his brain1 for the first time in his life1 began to reel4 ,he could recollect nothing but that something dreadful was to happen--and that he had to prevent it1 and could not4444 ,where was he now8 ,in a little by-chamber4 ,what was that roar below8444 ,a sea of weltering heads1 thousands on thousands down into the very beach2 and from their innumerable throats one mighty war-cry--,god1 and the ,mother of ,god6 ,cyril's hounds were loose4444 ,he reeled from the window1 and darted frantically away again 444 whither1 he knew not1 and never knew until his dying day4 ,philammon saw ,raphael rush across the streets into the ,museum gardens4 ,his last words had been a command to stay where he was1 and the boy obeyed him1 quietly ensconced himself behind a buttress1 and sat coiled up on the pavement ready for a desperate spring4 ,there ,philammmon waited a full half-hour4 ,it seemed to him hours1 day1 years4 ,and yet ,raphael did not return2 and yet no guards appeared4 ,what meant that black knot of men some two hundred yards off1 hanging about the mouth of the side street1 just opposite the door which led to her lecture-room8 ,he moved to watch them2 they had vanished4 ,he lay down again and waited4444 ,there they were again4 ,it was a suspicious post4 ,that street ran along the back of the ,csareum1 a favorite haunt of monks1 communicating by innumerable entries and back buildings with the great church itself4444 ,he knew that something terrible was at hand4 ,more than once he looked out from his hiding place--the knot of men were still there2 444 it seemed to have increased1 to draw nearer4 ,if they found him1 what would they not suspect8 ,what did he care8 ,he would die for her if it came to that--not that it would come to that2 but still he must speak to her--he must warn her4 ,at last1 a curricle1 glittering with silver1 rattled round the corner and stopped opposite him4 ,she must be coming now4 ,the crowd had vanished4 ,perhaps it was1 after all1 a fancy of his own4 ,no2 there they were1 peeping round the corner1 close to the lecture-room--the hell-hounds6 ,a slave brought out an embroidered cushion1 and then ,hypatia herself came forth1 looking more glorious than ever2 her lips set in a sad1 firm smile2 her eyes uplifted1 inquiring1 eager1 and yet gentle1 dimmed by some great inward awe1 as if her soul were far away aloft1 and face to face with ,god4 ,in a moment he sprang up to her1 caught her robe convulsively1 threw himself on his knees before her4 ,stop6 ,stay6 ,you are going to destruction6 ,calmly she looked down upon him4 ,accomplice of witches6 ,would you make of ,theon's daughter a traitor like yourself8 ,he sprang up1 stepped back1 and stood stupefied with shame and despair4444 ,she believed him guilty then6444 ,it was the will of ,god6 ,the plumes of the horses were waving far down the street before he recovered himself1 and rushed after her1 shouting he knew not what4 ,it was too late6 ,a dark wave of men rushed from the ambuscade1 surged up round the car1 444 swept forward4444 ,she had disappeared1 and1 as ,philammon followed breathless1 the horses galloped past him madly homeward with the empty carriage4 ,whither were they dragging her8 ,to the ,csareum1 the church of ,god ,himself8 ,impossible6 ,why thither of all places of the earth8 ,why did the mob1 increasing momentarily by hundreds1 pour down upon the beach1 and return brandishing flints1 shells1 fragments of pottery8 ,she was upon the church steps before he caught them up1 invisible among the crowd2 but he could track her by the fragments of her dress4 ,where were her gay pupils now8 ,alas6 they had barricaded themselves shamefully in the ,museum at the first rush which swept her from the door of the lecture-room4 ,cowards6 ,he would save her4 ,and he struggled in vain to pierce the dense mass of parabolani and monks1 who1 mingled with the fish-wives and dock workers1 leaped and yelled around their victim4 ,but what he could not do another and a weaker did--even the little porter4 ,furiously--no one knew how or whence--he burst up1 as if from the ground in the thickest of the crowd1 with knife1 teeth and nails1 like a venomous wild-cat1 tearing his way toward his idol4 ,alas6 he was torn down himself1 rolled over the steps1 and lay there half dead in an agony of weeping1 as ,philammon sprang up past him into the church4 ,yes6 ,on into the church itself6 ,into the cool1 dim shadow1 with its fretted pillars1 and lowering domes1 and candles1 and incense1 and blazing altar1 and great pictures looking down from the walls athwart the gorgeous gloom4 ,and right in front1 above the altar1 the colossal ,christ1 watching unmoved from off the wall1 his right hand raised to give a blessing--or a curse6 ,on1 up the nave1 fresh shreds of her dress strewing the holy pavement--up the chancel steps themselves--up to the altar--right underneath the great1 still ,christ2 and there even those hell-hounds paused4444 ,she shook herself free from her tormentors1 and1 springing back1 rose for one moment to her full height1 naked1 snow-white against the dusky mass around--shame and indignation in those wide1 clear eyes1 but not a stain of fear4 ,with one hand she clasped her golden locks around her1 the other long1 white arm was stretched upward toward the great1 still ,christ1 appealing--and who dare say1 in vain8--from man to ,god4 ,her lips were opened to speak2 but the words that should have come from them reached ,god's ear alone2 for in an instant ,peter struck her down1 the dark mass closed over her again1 444 and then wail on wail1 long1 wild1 ear-piercing1 rang along the vaulted roofs1 and thrilled like the trumpet of avenging angels through ,philammon's ears4 ,crushed against a pillar1 unable to move in the dense mass1 he pressed his hands over his ears4 ,he could not shut out those shrieks6 ,when would they end8 ,what in the name of the ,god of mercy were they doing8 ,tearing her piecemeal8 ,yes1 and worse than that4 ,and still the shrieks rang on1 and still the great ,christ looked down on ,philammon with that calm1 intolerable eye1 and would not turn away4 ,and over his head was written in the rainbow1 ,i am the same1 yesterday1 to-day1 and forever6 ,the same as he was in ,juda of old1 ,philammon8 ,then what are these1 and in whose temple8 ,and he covered his face with his hands and longed to die4 ,it was over4 ,the shrieks had died away into moans2 the moans to silence4 ,death ,stands ,above ,me4 ,death stands above me1 whispering low ,i know not what into my ear2 ,of this strange language all ,i know ,is1 there is not a word of fear4 --,walter ,savage ,landor4 ,the ,tournament ,,by ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 7,arranged by ,maude ,herndon47 ,the scene from ,ivanhoe is of the description of the grand tournament1 held by ,prince ,john ,lockland1 at ,ashby1 in which ,robin ,hood1 under the disguise of ,locksley1 wins the prize for his skill in archery4 ,the sound of the trumpets soon recalled those spectators who had already begun to leave the field2 and proclamation was made that ,prince ,john1 suddenly called by high and peremptory public duties1 held himself obliged to discontinue the entertainments of the morrow's festival4 ,nevertheless1 that1 unwilling so many good yeomen should depart without a trial of skill1 he was pleased to appoint them1 before leaving the ground1 to execute the competition of archery intended for the morrow4 ,to the best archer a prize was to be awarded1 being a bugle-horn1 mounted with silver1 and a silken baldric richly ornamented with a medallion of ,st4 ,hubert1 the patron of sylvan sport4 ,more than thirty yeomen at first presented themselves as competitors1 but when the archers understood with whom they were to be matched1 upwards to twenty withdrew themselves from the contest1 unwilling to encounter the dishonor of almost certain defeat4 ,the diminished list of competitors for sylvan fame still amounted to eight4 ,prince ,john stepped from his royal seat to view the persons of these chosen yeomen4 ,he looked for the object of his resentment1 whom he observed standing on the same spot1 and with the same composed countenance which he had exhibited upon the preceding day4 ,fellow1 said ,prince ,john1 ,i guessed by thy insolent babble thou wert no true lover of the long-bow1 and ,i see thou darest not adventure thy skill among such merry-men as stand yonder4 ,under favor1 sir1 replied the yeomen1 ,i have another reason for refraining to shoot1 besides the fearing discomfiture and disgrace4 ,and what is thy other reason8 said ,prince ,john4 ,because ,i know not if these yeomen and ,i are used to shoot at the same marks2 and because1 moreover1 ,i know not how your ,grace might relish the winning of a third prize by one who has unwillingly fallen under your displeasure4 ,what is thy name1 yeoman8 ,locksley1 answered the yeoman4 ,then ,locksley1 said ,prince ,john1 thou shalt shoot in thy turn1 when these yeomen have displayed their skill4 ,if thou carriest the prize1 ,i will add to it twenty nobles2 but if thou losest it1 thou shalt be stript of thy ,lincoln green1 and scourged out of the lists with bowstrings1 for a wordy and insolent braggart1 and if thou refusest my fair proffer1 the ,provost of the lists shall cut thy bowstring1 break thy bow and arrows1 and expel thee from the presence as a faint-hearted craven4 ,this is no fair chance you put on me1 proud ,prince1 to compel me to peril myself against the best archers of ,leicester and ,staffordshire1 under the penalty of infamy if they should overshoot me4 ,nevertheless1 ,i will obey your pleasure4 ,a target was placed at the upper end of the southern avenue which led to the lists4 ,the contending archers took their station in turn1 at the bottom of the southern access2 the distance between that station and the mark allowing full distance for what was called a shot at rovers4 ,the archers1 having previously determined by lot their order of precedence1 were to shoot each three shafts in succession4 ,one by one the archers1 stepping forward1 delivered their shafts yeomanlike and bravely4 ,of twenty-four arrows1 shot in succession1 ten were fixed in the target1 and the others ranged so near it1 that1 considering the distance of the mark1 it was accounted good archery4 ,of the ten shafts which hit the target1 two within the inner ring were shot by ,hubert4 ,now1 ,locksley1 said ,prince ,john1 wilt thou try conclusions with ,hubert1 or wilt thou yield up bow1 baldric1 and quiver1 to the ,provost of the sports8 ,sith it be no better1 ,i am content to try my fortune2 on condition that when ,i have shot two shafts at yonder mark of ,hubert's1 he shall be bound to shoot one at that which ,i propose4 ,that is but fair1 answered ,prince ,john1 and it shall not be refused thee4 ,if thou beat this braggart1 ,hubert1 ,i will fill the bugle with silver pennies for thee4 ,the former target was now removed1 and a fresh one of the same size placed in its room4 ,hubert took his aim with great deliberation1 long measuring the distance with his eye1 while he held in his hand his bended bow1 with the arrow placed on the string4 ,at length he made a step forward1 and raising the bow at the full stretch of his left arm1 till the centre or grasping place was nigh level with his face1 he drew his bow-string to his ear4 ,the arrow whistled through the air1 and lighted within the inner ring of the target1 but not exactly in the centre4 ,you have not allowed for the wind1 ,hubert1 or that had been a better shot4 ,so saying1 ,locksley stept to the appointed station1 and shot his arrow as carelessly in appearance as if he had not even looked at the mark4 ,he was speaking almost at the instant that the shaft left the bow-string1 yet it alighted in the target two inches nearer to the white spot which marked the centre1 than that of ,hubert4 ,by the light of heaven6 said ,prince ,john to ,hubert1 and thou suffer that runagate knave to overcome thee1 thou art worthy of the gallows6 ,shoot1 knave1 and shoot thy best1 or it shall be the worse for thee6 ,thus exhorted1 ,hubert resumed his place1 and not neglecting the caution which he had received from his adversary1 he made the necessary allowance for a very light air of wind1 which had just arisen1 and shot so successfully that his arrow alighted in the very centre of the target4 ,a ,hubert6 a ,hubert6 shouted the populace1 more interested in a known person than in a stranger4 ,thou canst not mend that shot1 ,locksley1 said the ,prince with an insulting smile4 ,i will notch his shaft for him1 however1 replied ,locksley4 ,and letting fly his arrow with a little more precaution than before1 it lighted right upon that of his competitor1 which it split to shivers4 ,this must be the devil1 and no man of flesh and blood1 whispered the yeomen to each other2 such archery was never seen since a bow was first bent in ,britain4 ,and now1 said ,locksley1 ,i will crave your ,grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the ,north ,country2 and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try a shot at it to win a smile from the bonny lass he loves best4 ,he then turned to leave the lists1 but returned almost instantly with a willow wand about six feet in length1 perfectly straight1 and rather thicker than a man's thumb4 ,he began to peel this with great composure1 observing at the same time that to ask a good woodsman to shoot at a target so broad as had hitherto been used1 was to put shame upon his skill4 ,a child of seven years old might hit yonder target with a headless shaft1 but1 added he1 walking deliberately to the other end of the lists1 and1 sticking the willow wand upright in the ground1 he that hits that rod five-score yards1 ,i call him an archer fit to bear both bow and quiver before a king1 and it were the stout ,king ,richard himself4 ,my grandsire1 said ,hubert1 drew a good bow at the battle of ,hastings1 and never shot at such a mark in his life--and neither will ,i4 ,i might as well shoot at the edge of our parson's whittle1 or at a wheat straw1 or at a sunbeam1 as at a twinkling white streak which ,i can hardly see4 ,cowardly dog6 said ,prince ,john4 ,sirrah ,locksley1 do thou shoot2 but1 if thou hittest such a mark1 ,i will say thou art the first man ever did so4 ,howe'er it be1 thou shalt not crow over us with a mere show of superior skill4 ,i will do my best1 no man can do more4 ,so saying1 he again bent his bow1 but on the present occasion looked with attention to his weapon1 and changed the string1 which he thought was no longer truly round1 having been a little frayed by the two former shots4 ,he then took his aim with some deliberation1 and the multitude awaited the event in breathless silence4 ,the archer vindicated their opinion of his skill2 his arrow split the willow rod against which it was aimed4 ,a jubilee of acclamations followed2 and even ,prince ,john1 in admiration of ,locksley's skill1 lost for an instant his dislike to his person4 ,these twenty nobles1 he said1 which1 with the bugle1 thou hast fairly won1 are thine own2 we will make them fifty1 if thou wilt take livery and service with us as a yeoman of our body guard1 and be near to our person4 ,for never did so strong a hand bend a bow1 or so true an eye direct a shaft4 ,pardon me1 noble ,prince1 said ,locksley1 but ,i have vowed1 that if ever ,i take service1 it should be with your royal brother1 ,king ,richard4 ,these twenty nobles ,i leave to ,hubert1 who has this day drawn as brave a bow as his grandsire did at ,hastings4 ,had his modesty not refused the trial1 he would have hit the wand as well as ,i4 ,hubert shook his head as he received with reluctance the bounty of the stranger2 and ,locksley1 anxious to escape further observation1 mixed with the crowd1 and was seen no more4 ,a ,plea for the ,old ,year,f ,,by ,,louise ,,chandler ,,moulton4 ,i see the smiling ,new ,year climb the heights-- ,the clouds1 his heralds1 turn the sky to rose1 ,and flush the whiteness of the winter snows1 ,till ,earth is glad with ,life and ,life's delight4 ,the weary ,old ,year died when died the night1 ,and this newcomer1 proud with triumph1 shows ,his radiant face1 and each glad subject knows ,the welcome monarch1 born to rule aright4 ,yet there are graves far off that no man tends1 ,where lie the vanished loves and hopes and fears1 ,the dreams that grew to be our hearts' best friends1 ,the smiles1 and1 dearer than the smiles1 the tears-- ,these were that ,old ,year's gifts1 whom none defends1 ,now his strong ,conqueror1 the ,new1 appears4 ,f ,copyright1 #ahii1 by ,little1 ,brown ,co4 7,reprinted by permission47 ,fagin's ,last ,day 7,from ,oliver ,twist47 ,,by ,,charles ,,dickens4 ,it will be remembered that ,fagin was leader of a band of thieves1 and that little ,oliver ,twist had once been held in the ,jew's school for educating criminals4 ,through the influence of ,mr4 ,brownlow and some friends the kidnapped boy was rescued and the ,jew brought to justice4 ,he sat down on a stone bench opposite the door1 which served for a seat and bedstead1 and casting his bloodshot eyes upon the ground1 tried to collect his thoughts4 ,after a while he began to remember a few disjointed fragments of what the judge had said1 though it had seemed to him1 at the time1 that he could not hear a word4 ,these gradually fell into their proper places1 and by degrees suggested more2 so that in a little time he had the whole almost as it was delivered4 ,to be hanged by the neck till he was dead--that was the end--to be hanged by the neck till he was dead6 ,as it came on very dark1 he began to think of all the men he had known who had died upon the scaffold1 some of them through his means4 ,they rose up in such quick succession that he could hardly count them4 ,he had seen some of them die--and had joked1 too1 because they died with prayers upon their lips4 ,with what a rattling noise the drop went down1 and how suddenly they changed1 from strong and vigorous men to dangling heaps of clothes6 ,some of them might have inhabited that very cell--sat upon that very spot4 ,it was very dark2 why didn't they bring a light8 ,the cell had been built for many years4 ,scores of men must have passed their last hours there4 ,it was like sitting in a vault strewn with dead bodies--the cap1 the noose1 the pinioned arms1 the faces that he knew1 even beneath that hideous veil4 ,light1 light6 ,at length1 when his hands were raw with beating against the heavy door and walls1 two men appeared--one bearing a candle1 which he thrust into an iron candlestick fixed against the wall2 the other dragging in a mattress on which to pass the night1 for the prisoner was to be left alone no more4 ,then came night--dark1 dismal1 silent night4 ,other watchers are glad to hear the church clock strike1 for they tell of life and coming day4 ,to the ,jew they brought despair4 ,the boom of every iron bell came laden with the one1 deep1 hollow sound--death6 ,what availed the noise and bustle of cheerful morning which penetrated even there to him8 ,it was another form of knell1 with mockery added to the warning4 ,the day passed off4 ,day8 ,there was no day4 ,it was gone as soon as come2 and night came on again--night so long1 and yet so short2 long in its dreadful silence1 and short in its fleeting hours4 ,at one time he raved and blasphemed1 and at another howled and tore his hair4 ,venerable men of his own persuasion had come to pray beside him1 but he had driven them away with curses4 ,they renewed their charitable efforts1 and he beat them off4 ,saturday night4 ,he had only one night more to live4 ,and as he thought of this the day broke--,sunday4 ,it was not until the night of this last awful day that a withering sense of his helpless1 desperate state came in its full intensity upon his blighted soul2 not that he had ever held any defined or positive hope of mercy1 but that he had never been able to consider more than the dim probability of dying so soon4 ,he had spoken little to either two men1 who relieved each other in their attendance upon him2 and they1 for their parts1 made no effort to rouse his attention4 ,he had sat there awake1 but dreaming4 ,now1 he started up every minute1 and with gasping mouth and burning skin1 hurried to and fro in such a paroxysm of fear and wrath that even they--used to such sights--recoiled from him with horror4 ,he grew so terrible1 at last1 in all the tortures of his evil conscience1 that one man could not bear to sit there1 eyeing him alone1 and so the two kept watch together4 ,he cowed down upon his stone bed1 and thought of the past4 ,he had been wounded with some missiles from the crowd on the day of his capture1 and his head was bandaged with a linen cloth4 ,his red hair hung down upon his bloodless face2 his beard was torn1 and twisted into knots2 his eyes shone with a terrible light2 his unwashed flesh crackled with the fever that burnt him up4 ,eight--nine--ten4 ,if it was not a trick to frighten him1 and those were the real hours treading on each other's heels1 where would he be1 when they came round again8 ,eleven6 ,another struck1 before the voice of the previous hour had ceased to vibrate4 ,at eight he would be the only mourner in his own funeral train2 at eleven-- ,those dreadful walls of ,newgate1 which have hidden so much misery and such unspeakable anguish1 not only from the eyes1 but1 too often and too long1 from the thoughts of men1 never held so dread a spectacle as that4 ,the few who lingered as they passed1 and wondered what the man was doing who was to be hung to-morrow1 would have slept but ill that night if they could have seen him4 ,from early in the evening until nearly midnight1 little groups of two and three presented themselves at the lodge-gate and inquired1 with anxious faces1 whether any reprieve had been received4 ,these being answered in the negative1 communicated the welcome intelligence to clusters in the street1 who pointed out to one another the door from which he must come out1 and showed where the scaffold would be built1 and walking with unwilling steps away1 turned back to conjure up the scene4 ,by degrees they fell off1 one by one2 and1 for an hour in the dead of night1 the street was left to solitude and darkness4 ,the space before the prison was cleared1 and a few strong barriers1 painted black1 had been already thrown across the road to break the pressure of the expected crowd1 when ,mr4 ,brownlow and ,oliver appeared at the wicket1 and presented an order of admission to the prisoner1 signed by one of the sheriffs4 ,they were immediately admitted into the lodge4 ,the condemned criminal was seated on his bed1 rocking himself from side to side1 with a countenance more like that of a snared beast than the face of a man4 ,his mind was evidently wandering to his old life1 for he continued to mutter1 without appearing conscious of their presence otherwise than as a part of his vision4 ,good boy1 ,charley--well done1 he mumbled2 ,oliver1 too1 ha6 ha6 ha6 ,oliver1 too--quite the gentleman now--quite the--take that boy away to bed6 ,the jailer took the disengaged hand of ,oliver1 and whispering him not to be alarmed1 looked on without speaking4 ,take him away to bed6 cried the ,jew4 ,do you hear me1 some of you8 ,he has been the--the--somehow the cause of all this4 ,it's worth the money to bring him up to it--,bolter's throat1 ,bill2 never mind the girl--,bolter's throat1 as deep as you can cut4 ,saw his head off6 ,fagin1 said the jailer4 ,that's me6 cried the ,jew1 falling instantly into the attitude of listening he had assumed upon his trial4 ,an old man1 my lord2 a very old1 old man6 ,here1 said the turnkey1 laying his hand upon his breast to keep him down--here's somebody wants to see you--to ask you some questions1 ,i suppose4 ,fagin1 ,fagin6 ,are you a man8 ,i shan't be one long1 replied the ,jew1 looking up with a face retaining no human expression but rage and terror4 ,strike them all dead6 what right have they to butcher me8 ,as he spoke he caught sight of ,oliver and ,mr4 ,brownlow4 ,shrinking to the farthest corner of the seat he demanded to know what they wanted there4 ,steady1 said the turnkey1 still holding him down4 ,now1 sir1 tell him what you want--quick1 if you please1 for he grows worse as the time gets on4 ,you have some papers1 said ,mr4 ,brownlow1 advancing1 which were placed in your hands for better security by a man called ,monks4 ,it's all a lie together1 replied the ,jew4 ,i haven't one--not one4 ,for the love of ,god1 said ,mr4 ,brownlow1 solemnly1 do not say that now1 upon the very verge of death1 but tell me where they are4 ,you know that ,sikes is dead1 that ,monks has confessed1 that there is no hope of any further gain4 ,where are those papers8 ,oliver1 cried the ,jew1 beckoning to him4 ,here1 here6 ,let me whisper to you4 ,i am not afraid1 said ,oliver1 in a low voice1 as he relinquished ,mr4 ,brownlow's hand4 ,the papers1 said the ,jew1 drawing him towards him1 are in a canvas bag1 in a hole a little way up the chimney in the top front room4 ,i want to talk to you1 my dear2 ,i want to talk to you4 ,yes1 yes1 returned ,oliver4 ,let me say a prayer4 ,do6 ,let me say one prayer--say only one1 upon your knees with me1 and we will talk till morning4 ,outside1 outside1 replied the ,jew1 pushing the boy before him towards the door1 and looking vacantly over his head4 ,say ,i've gone to sleep--they'll believe you4 ,you can get me out1 if you take me so4 ,now then1 now then6 ,oh6 ,god forgive this wretched man6 cried the boy1 with a burst of tears4 ,that's right1 that's right1 said the ,jew2 that'll help us on4 ,this door first4 ,if ,i shake and tremble as we pass the gallows1 don't you mind1 but hurry on4 ,now1 now1 now6 ,have you nothing else to ask him1 sir8 inquired the turnkey4 ,no other question1 replied ,mr4 ,brownlow4 ,if ,i hoped we could recall him to a sense of his position-- ,nothing will do that1 sir1 replied the man1 shaking his head4 ,you had better leave him4 ,the door of the cell opened1 and the attendants returned4 ,press on1 press on1 cried the ,jew4 ,softly1 but not so slow4 ,faster1 faster6 ,the men laid hands upon him1 and disengaging ,oliver from his grasp1 held him back4 ,he struggled with the power of desperation for an instant1 and then sent up cry upon cry that penetrated even those massive walls1 and rang in their ears until they reached the open yard4 ,a ,caution to ,poets4 ,what poets feel not1 when they make ,a pleasure in creating1 ,the world1 in its turn1 will not take ,pleasure in contemplating4 --,matthew ,arnold4 ,apollo ,belvedere,g ,a ,christmas ,episode of the ,plantation4 ,,by ,,ruth ,mc,e,n,e,r,y ,,stuart4 ,in the same volume which contains this story there are many others that lend themselves to recitation4 ,moriah's ,mourning is one of the best pieces of humor which ,mrs4 ,stuart has written2 ,christmas at the ,trimbles has proven itself a never-failing success1 and ,the ,second ,mrs4 ,slimm is an excellent reading4 ,he was a little yellow man1 with a quizzical face and sloping shoulders1 and when he gave his full name1 with somewhat of a flourish1 as if it might hold compensations for physical shortcomings1 one could hardly help smiling4 ,and yet there was a pathos in the caricature that dissipated the smile half-way4 ,yas1 ,i'm named ',pollo ,belvedere1 an' my marster gi'e me dat intitlemint on account o' my shape1 he would say1 with a strut1 as if he were bantered4 ,as ,apollo would have told you himself1 the fact that he had never married was not because he couldn't get anybody to have him1 but simply that he hadn't himself been suited4 ,lily ,washington was a beauty in her own right1 and she was the belle of the plantation4 ,she was an emotional creature1 with a caustic tongue on occasion1 and when it pleased her mood to look over her shoulder at one of her numerous admirers and to wither him with a look or a word1 she did not hesitate to do it4 ,for instance1 when ,apollo first asked her to marry him--it had been his habit to propose to her every day or so for a year or two past--she glanced at him askance from head to foot1 and then she said3 ,why1 yas4 ,dat is1 ,i s'pose1 of co'se1 you's de sample4 ,i'd order a full-size by you in a minute4 ,this was cruel1 and seeing the pathetic look come into his face1 she instantly repented of it1 and walked home from church with him1 dismissing a handsome black fellow1 and saying only kind things to ,apollo all the way4 ,of course no one took ,apollo seriously as ,lily's suitor1 much less the chocolate maid herself4 ,but there were other lovers4 ,indeed1 there were all the others1 for that matter1 but in point of eligibility the number to be seriously regarded was reduced to about two4 ,these were ,pete ,peters1 a handsome griff1 with just enough ,indian blood to give him an air of distinction1 and a ,french-talking mulatto1 who had come up from ,new ,orleans to repair the machinery in the sugar-house1 and who was buying land in the vicinity1 and drove his own sulky4 ,pete was less prosperous than he1 but1 although he worked his land on shares1 he owned two mules and a saddle horse1 and would be allowed to enter on a purchase of land whenever he should choose to do so4 ,although ,pete and the ,new ,orleans fellow1 whose name was also ,peter1 but who was called ,pierre1 met constantly in a friendly enough way1 they did not love each other4 ,they both loved ,lily too much for that4 ,but they laughed good-naturedly together at ,apollo and his case1 which they inquired after politely1 as if it were a member of his family4 ,well1 ',pollo1 how's yo' case on ,miss ,lily comin' on8 either one would say1 with a wink at the other1 and ,apollo would artlessly report the state of the heavens with relation to his particular star1 as when he once replied to this identical question3 ,well1 ,miss ,lily was mighty obstropulous 'istiddy1 but she is mo' cancelized dis mornin'4 ,it was ,pete who had asked the question1 and he laughed aloud at the answer4 ,mo' cancelized dis mornin'1 is she8 he replied4 ,how do you know she is8 ',caze she lemme tote her hoe all de way up f'rom de field1 answered the ingenuous ,apollo4 ,she did1 did she8 ,an' who was walkin' by her side all dat time1 ,i like to know8 ,apollo winced a little at this1 but he answered1 bravely1 ,i don't kyah ef ,pier was walkin' wid her2 ,i was totin' her hoe1 all de samee4 ,the ,christmas-eve dance in the sugar-house had been for years an annual function on the plantation4 ,at this1 since her debut1 at fourteen1 three ,christmases before1 ,lily had held undisputed sway1 and all her former belles amiably accepted their places as lesser lights4 ,lily was perfectly ravishing in her splendor at the dance this year4 ,the white ,swiss frock she wore was high in the neck1 but her brown shoulders and arms shone through the thin fabric with fine effect4 ,about her slim waist she tied a narrow ribbon of blue1 and she carried a pink feather fan1 and the wreath about her forehead was of lilies-of-the-valley4 ,she had done a day's scouring for them1 and they had come out of the summer hat of one of the white ladies on the coast4 ,this insured their quality1 and no doubt contributed somewhat to the quiet serenity with which she bore herself as1 with her little head held like that of the ,venus of ,milo1 she danced down the center of the room1 holding her flounces in either hand1 and kicking the floor until she kicked both her slippers to pieces1 when she finished the figure in her stocking feet4 ,she had a relay of slippers ready1 and there was a scramble as to who should put them on2 but she settled that question by making ',pollo rise1 with his fiddle in his arms1 and lend her his chair for a minute while she pulled them on herself4 ,then she let ,pete and ,pierre each have one of the discarded slippers as a trophy4 ,lily had always danced out several pairs of slippers at the ,christmas dance1 but she never achieved her stocking feet in the first round until now1 and she was in high glee over it4 ,if she had been admired before1 she was looked upon as a raving1 tearing1 beauty to-night1 and so she was4 ,fortunately ',pollo had his fiddling to do1 and this saved him from any conspicuous folly4 ,but he kept his eyes on her1 and when she grew too ravishingly lovely to his fond vision1 and he couldn't stand it a minute longer in silence1 he turned to the man next him1 who played the bones1 and remarked1 ,ef--ef anybody but ,gord ,a'mighty had a-made anything as purty as ,miss ,lily1 dey'd 'a' stinted it somewhar1 and1 watching every turn1 he lent his bow to her varying moods while she tired out one dancer after another4 ,it was the ,new ,orleans fellow who first lost his head utterly4 ,he had danced with her but three times1 but1 while she took another's hand and whizzed through the figures1 he scarcely took his eyes from her1 and when1 at about midnight1 he succeeded in getting her apart for a promenade1 he poured forth his soul to her in the picturesque ,english of the quadroon quarter of ,new ,orleans4 ,an' now1 to proof to you my lorv1 ,ma'm'selle ,leelee--he gesticulated vigorously as he spoke--,i am geeving you wan beau-u-tiful ,christmas present--,i am goin' to geev you--w'at you t'ink8 ,my borgee6 ,with this he turned dramatically and faced her4 ,they were standing now under the shed outside the door in the moonlight1 and1 although they did not see him1 ,apollo stood within hearing1 behind a pile of molasses barrels1 where he had come to cool off4 ,lily had several times been buggy-ridin' with ,pierre in this same borgee1 and it was a very magnificent affair in her eyes4 ,when he told her that it was to be hers she gasped4 ,such presents were unknown on the plantation4 ,but ,lily was a mannerly member of good society1 if her circle was small1 and she was not to be taken back by any compliment a man should pay her4 ,she simply fanned herself1 a little flurriedly perhaps1 with her feather fan1 as she said3 ,you sho' must be jokin'1 ,mr4 ,pier4 ,you cert'n'y must4 ,but ,mr4 ,pierre was not joking4 ,he was never more in earnest in his life1 and he told her so1 and there is no telling what else he would have told her but for the fact that ,mr4 ,pete ,peters happened to come out to the shed to cool off about this time1 and as he almost brushed her shoulder1 it was as little as ,lily could do to address a remark to him1 and then1 of course1 he stopped and chatted awhile2 and1 after what appeared a reasonable interval1 long enough for it not to seem that she was too much elated over it1 she remarked1 ,an'1 by-de-way1 ,mr4 ,peters1 ,i must tell you what a lovely ,christmas gif' ,i have just received by de hand of ,mr4 ,pier4 ,he has jest presented me with his yaller-wheeled buggy1 an' ,i sho' is proud of it4 ,then1 turning to ,pierre1 she added1 ,you sho' is a mighty generous gen'leman1 ,mr4 ,pier--you cert'n'y is4 ,peters give ,lily one startled look1 but he instantly realized1 from her ingenuous manner1 that there was nothing back of the gift of the buggy--that is1 it had been1 so far as she was concerned1 simply a ,christmas present4 ,pierre had not offered himself with the gift4 ,and if this were so1 well--he reckoned he could match him4 ,he reached forward and took ,lily's fan from her hand4 ,he hastened to do this to keep ,pierre from taking it4 ,then1 while he fanned her1 he said1 ,is dat so1 ,miss ,lily1 dat ,mr4 ,pier is give you a buggy8 ,dat sholy is a fine ,christmas gif'--it sho' is4 ,an' sense you fin' yo'se'f possessed of a buggy1 ,i trust you will allow me de pleasure of presentin' you wid a horse to drive in de buggy4 ,he made a graceful bow as he spoke1 a bow that would have done credit to the man from ,new ,orleans4 ,it was so well done1 indeed1 that ,lily unconsciously bowed in return1 as she said1 with a look that savored a little of roguishness3 ,oh1 hursh1 ,mr4 ,peters6 ,you des a-guyin' me--dat what you doin'4 ,guyin' nothin'1 said ,peters1 grinning broadly as he noted the expression of ,pierre's face4 ,ef you'll jes do me de honor to accep' of my horse1 ,miss ,lily1 ,i'll be de proudest gen'leman on dis plantation4 ,at this she chuckled1 and took her fan in her own hand4 ,and then she turned to ,pierre4 ,you sho' has set de style o' mighty expensive ,christmas gif's on dis plantation1 ,mr4 ,pier--you cert'n'y has4 ,an' ,i wants to thank you bofe mos' kindly--,i cert'n'y does4 ,having heard this much1 ',pollo thought it time to come from his hiding1 and he strolled leisurely out in the other direction first1 but soon returned this way4 ,and then he stopped1 and1 reaching over1 took the feather fan--and for a few moments he had his innings4 ,then some one else came along and the conversation became impersonal1 and one by one they all dropped off--all except ',pollo4 ,when the rest had gone1 he and ,lily found seats on the cane carrier1 and they talked a while1 and when a little later supper was announced1 it was the proud fiddler who took her in1 while ,pierre and ,peters stood off and politely glared at each other2 and after a while ,pierre must have said something1 for ,peters suddenly sprang at him and tumbled him out the door and rolled him over in the dirt1 and they had to be separated4 ,but presently they laughed and shook hands1 and ,pierre offered ,pete a cigarette1 and ,pete took it1 and gave ,pierre a light--and it was all over4 ,it was next day--,christmas morning--and the young people were standing about in groups under the ,china-trees in the campus1 when ,apollo joined them1 looking unusually chipper and beaming4 ,he was dressed in his best--,prince ,albert1 beaver1 and all--and he sported a bright silk handkerchief tied loosely about his neck4 ,he was altogether a delightful figure1 absolutely content with himself1 and apparently at peace with the world4 ,no sooner had he joined the crowd than the fellows began chaffing him1 as usual1 and presently some one mentioned ,lily's name and spoke of her presents4 ,the two men who had broken the record for generosity in the history of plantation lovers were looked upon as nabobs by those of lesser means4 ,of course everybody knew the city fellow had started it1 and they were glad that ,peters had come to time and saved the dignity of the place2 indeed1 he was about the only one on the plantation who could have done it4 ,as they stood talking it over1 the two heroes had nothing to say1 of course1 and ',pollo began rolling a cigarette--an art he had learned from the man from ,new ,orleans4 ,finally1 he remarked1 ,yas1 ,miss ,lily got sev'al mighty nice presents last night4 ,at this ,pierre turned1 laughing1 and said1 ,i s'pose you geeve 'er somet'ing1 too1 eh8 ,pity you hadn't a-give her dat silk hank'cher4 ,hit 'd become her a heap better'n it becomes you1 ,peters said1 laughing4 ,yas1 ,i reckon it would1 said ',pollo2 but de fact is she gi' me dis hank'cher--an' of co'se ,i accepted it4 ,but why ain't you tellin' us what you give her8 insisted ,peters4 ',pollo put the cigarette to his lips1 deliberately lit it1 puffed several times1 and then1 removing it in a leisurely way1 he drawled3 ,well1 de fact is1 ,i heerd ,mr4 ,pier here give her a buggy1 an'--,mr4 ,peters1 he up an' handed over a horse1--an' so1 quick as ,i got a chance1 ,i des balanced my ekalub'ium an' went an' set down beside her an' ast her ef she wouldn't do me the honor to accep' of a driver1 an'--an' she say yas4 ,you know ,i'm a coachman by trade4 ,an dat's huccome ,i to say she got sev'al presents las' night4 ,and he took another puff of his cigarette4 ,g ,from ,moriah's ,mourning4 ,copyright1 #ahih1 by ,harper ,brothers4 ,an ,invalid in ,lodgings ,,by ,j4 ,m4 ,,barrie4 ,until my system collapsed1 my landlady only spoke of me as her parlor4 ,at intervals ,i had communicated with her through the medium of ,sarah ,ann1 the servant1 and1 as her rent was due on ,wednesday1 could ,i pay my bill now8 ,except for these monetary transactions1 my landlady and ,i were total strangers1 and1 though ,i sometimes fell over her children in the lobby1 that led to no intimacy4 ,even ,sarah ,ann never opened her mouth to me4 ,she brought in my tea1 and left me to discover that it was there4 ,my first day in lodgings ,i said ,good-morning to ,sarah ,ann1 and she replied1 ,eh8 ,good-morning1 ,i repeated1 to which she answered contemptuously1 ,oh1 ay4 ,for six months ,i was simply the parlor2 but then ,i fell ill1 and at once became an interesting person4 ,sarah ,ann found me shivering on the sofa one hot day a week or more ago1 beneath my rug1 two coats1 and some other articles4 ,my landlady sent up some beef-tea1 in which she has a faith that is pathetic1 and then1 to complete the cure1 she appeared in person4 ,she has proved a nice1 motherly old lady1 but not cheerful company4 ,where do you feel it worst1 sir8 she asked4 ,i said it was bad all over1 but worst in my head4 ,on your brow8 ,no2 on the back of my head4 ,it feels like a lump of lead8 ,no2 like a furnace4 ,that's just what ,i feared1 she said4 ,it began so with him4 ,with whom8 ,my husband4 ,he came in one day1 five years ago1 complaining of his head1 and in three days he was a corpse4 ,what8 ,don't be afraid1 sir4 ,maybe it isn't the same thing4 ,of course it isn't4 ,your husband1 according to the story you told me when ,i took these rooms1 died of fever4 ,yes1 but the fever began just in this way4 ,it carried him off in no time4 ,you had better see a doctor1 sir4 ,doctor was no use in my husband's case1 but it is satisfaction to have him4 ,here ,sarah ,ann1 who had been listening with mouth and eyes open1 suddenly burst into tears1 and was led out of the room1 exclaiming1 ,him such a quiet gentleman1 and he never flung nothing at me4 ,though ,i knew that ,i had only caught a nasty cold1 a conviction in which the doctor confirmed me1 my landlady stood out for its being just such another case as her husband's1 and regaled me for hours with reminiscences of his rapid decline4 ,if ,i was a little better one day1 alas6 he had been a little better the day before he died2 and if ,i answered her peevishly1 she told ,sarah ,ann that my voice was going4 ,she brought the beef-tea up with her own hands1 her countenance saying that ,i might as well have it1 though it could not save me4 ,sometimes ,i pushed it away untasted 7how ,i loathe beef-tea now671 when she whispered something to ,sarah ,ann that sent that tender-hearted maid howling once more from the room4 ,he's supped it all1 ,sarah ,ann said one day1 brightening4 ,that's a worse sign1 said her mistress1 than if he hadn't took none4 ,i lay on a sofa1 pulled close to the fire1 and when the doctor came1 my landlady was always at his heels1 ,sarah ,ann's dismal face showing at the door4 ,the doctor is a personal friend of my own1 and each day he said ,i was improving a little4 ,ah1 doctor6 my landlady said1 reprovingly4 ,he does it for the best1 she exclaimed to me1 but ,i don't hold with doctors as deceive their patients4 ,why don't he speak out the truth like a man8 ,my husband were told the worst1 and so he had time to reconcile himself4 ,on one of these occasions ,i summoned up sufficient energy to send her out of the room2 but that only made matters worse4 ,poor gentleman6 ,i heard her say to ,sarah ,ann2 he is very violent to-day4 ,i saw he were worse the moment ,i clapped eyes on him4 ,sarah ,ann1 ,i shouldn't wonder though we had to hold him down yet4 ,about an hour afterwards she came in to ask me if ,i had come more round to myself1 and when ,i merely turned round on the sofa for reply1 she said1 in a loud whisper to ,sarah ,ann1 that ,i were as quiet as a lamb now4 ,then she stroked me and went away4 ,so attentive was my landlady that she was a ministering angel4 ,yet ,i lay on that sofa plotting how to get her out of the room4 ,the plan that seemed the simplest was to pretend sleep1 but it was not easily carried out4 ,not getting any answer from me1 she would approach on tiptoe and lean over the sofa1 listening to hear me breathe4 ,convinced that ,i was still living1 she and ,sarah ,ann began a conversation in whispers1 of which ,i or the deceased husband was the subject4 ,the husband had slept a good deal1 too1 and it wasn't a healthy sign4 ,it isn't a good sign1 whispered my landlady1 though them as know no better might think it is4 ,it shows he's getting weaker4 ,when they takes to sleeping in the day-time1 it's only because they don't have the strength to keep awake4 ,oh1 missus6 ,sarah ,ann would say4 ,better face facts1 ,sarah ,ann1 replied my landlady4 ,in the end ,i had generally to sit up and confess that ,i heard what they were saying4 ,my landlady evidently thought this another bad sign4 ,i discovered that my landlady held receptions in another room1 where visitors came who referred to me as her trial4 ,when she thought me distinctly worse1 she put on her bonnet and went out to disseminate the sad news4 ,it was on one of these occasions that ,sarah ,ann1 who had been left in charge of the children1 came to me with a serious request4 ,them children1 she said1 want awful to see you1 and ,i sort of promised to bring 'em in1 if so you didn't mind4 ,but1 ,sarah ,ann1 they have seen me often1 and1 though ,i'm a good deal better1 ,i don't feel equal to speaking to them4 ,sarah ,ann smiled pityingly when ,i said ,i felt better1 but she assured me the children only wanted to look at me4 ,i refused her petition1 but1 on my ultimatum being announced to them1 they set up such a roar that1 to quiet them1 ,i called them in4 ,they came one at a time4 ,sophia1 the eldest1 came first4 ,she looked at me very solemnly1 and then said bravely that ,if ,i liked she would kiss me4 ,as she had a piece of flannel tied round her face1 and was swollen in the left cheek1 ,i declined this honor1 and she went off much relieved4 ,next came ,tommy1 who sent up a shriek as his eyes fell on me1 and had to be carried off by ,sarah ,ann4 ,johnny was bolder and franker1 but addressed all his remarks to ,sarah ,ann4 ,first1 he wanted to know if he could touch me1 and1 being told he could1 he felt my face all over4 ,then1 he wanted to see the spouter4 ,the spouter was a spray through which ,sarah ,ann blew coolness on my head1 and ,johnny had heard of it with interest4 ,he refused to leave the room until he had been permitted to saturate me and my cushion4 ,i am so much better now that even my landlady knows ,i am not dying4 ,i suppose she is glad that it is so1 but at the same time she resents it4 ,there is an impression in the house that ,i am a fraud4 ,they call me by my name as yet1 but soon again ,i shall be the parlor4 ,the ,stirrup-,cup ,,by ,,sidney ,,lanier4 ,death1 thou'rt a cordial old and rare3 ,look how compounded1 with what care6 ,time got his wrinkles reaping thee ,sweet herbs from all antiquity4 ,david to thy distillage went1 ,keats1 and ,gotama excellent1 ,omar ,khayyam1 and ,chaucer bright1 ,and ,shakespeare for a king-delight4 ,then1 ,time1 let not a drop be spilt2 ,hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt2 ',tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me2 ,i'll drink it down right smilingly4 ,das ,krist ,kindel4,h ,,by ,,james ,,whitcomb ,,riley4 ,i had fed the fire and stirred it1 till the sparkles in delight ,snapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ,december night2 ,and in dressing-gown and slippers1 ,i had tilted back my throne-- ,the old split-bottomed rocker--and was musing all alone4 ,i could hear the hungry ,winter prowling round the outer door1 ,and the tread of muffled footsteps on the white piazza floor2 ,but the sounds came to me only as the murmur of a stream ,that mingled with the current of a lazy-flowing dream4 ,like a fragrant incense rising1 curled the smoke of my cigar1 ,with the lamp-light gleaming through it like a mist-enfolded star2-- ,and as ,i gazed1 the vapor like a curtain rolled away1 ,with a sound of bells that tinkled1 and the clatter of a sleigh4 ,and in a vision1 painted like a picture in the air1 ,i saw the elfish figure of a man with frosty hair-- ,a quaint old man that chuckled with a laugh as he appeared1 ,and with ruddy cheeks like embers in the ashes of his beard4 ,he poised himself grotesquely1 in an attitude of mirth1 ,on a damask-covered hassock that was sitting on the hearth2 ,and at a magic signal of his stubby little thumb1 ,i saw the fire place changing to a bright procenium4 ,and looking there1 ,i marveled as ,i saw a mimic stage ,alive with little actors of a very tender age2 ,and some so very tiny that they tottered as they walked1 ,and lisped and purled and gurgled like the brooklets1 when they talked4 ,and their faces were like lilies1 and their eyes like purest dew1 ,and their tresses like the shadows that the shine is woven through2 ,and they each had little burdens1 and a little tale to tell ,of fairy lore1 and giants1 and delights delectable4 ,and they mixed and intermingled1 weaving melody with joy4 ,till the magic circle clustered round a blooming baby-boy2 ,and they threw aside their treasures in an ecstasy of glee1 ,and bent1 with dazzled faces1 and with parted lips1 to see4 ',twas a wondrous little fellow1 with a dainty double chin1 ,and chubby cheeks1 and dimples for the smiles to blossom in2 ,and he looked as ripe and rosy1 on his bed of straw and reeds2 ,as a mellow little pippin that had tumbled in the weeds4 ,and ,i saw the happy mother1 and a group surrounding her1 ,that knelt with costly presents of frankincense and myrrh2 ,and ,i thrilled with awe and wonder1 as a murmur on the air ,came drifting o'er the hearing in a melody of prayer3-- ,by the splendor in the heavens1 and the hush upon the sea1 ,and the majesty of silence reigning o'er ,galilee1-- ,we feel ,thy kingly presence1 and we humbly bow the knee ,and lift our hearts and voices in gratefulness to ,thee4 ,thy messenger has spoken1 and our doubts have fled and gone ,as the dark and spectral shadows of the night before the dawn1 ,and1 in the kindly shelter of the light around us drawn1 ,we would nestle down forever in the breast we lean upon4 ,you have given us a shepherd1 you have given us a guide1 ,and the light of ,heaven grew dimmer when you sent ,him from your side1-- ,but ,he comes to lead ,thy children where the gates will open wide ,to welcome ,his returning when ,his works are glorified4 ,by the splendor in the ,heavens1 and the hush upon the sea1 ,and the majesty of silence reigning over ,galilee1-- ,we feel ,thy kingly presence1 and we humbly bow the knee ,and lift our hearts and voices in gratefulness to ,thee4 ,then the vision1 slowly failing1 with the words of the refrain1 ,fell swooning in the moonlight through the frosty windowpane2 ,and ,i heard the clock proclaiming1 like an eager sentinel ,who brings the world good tidings1--,it is ,christmas--all is well6 ,h ,from ,afterwhiles4 ,copyright1 #ahih4 ,by special permission of the publishers1 ,the ,bobbs-,merrill ,company4 ,hiram ,foster's ,thanksgiving ,turkey ,,by ,s4 ,e4 ,,kiser4 ,of the many poems written when ,president ,mc,kinley was assassinated1 none surpassed in sympathy and original conception the verses printed below4 ,see that turkey out there1 mister8 ,ain't he big and fat and nice8 ,well1 you couldn't buy that gobbler1 not for any kind of price4 ,now1 ,i'll tell you how it happened3 ',way along last spring1 you know1 ,this here turkey's mother hatched some twenty little ones or so-- ,hatched 'em in the woods down yonder1 and come marchin' home one day ,with them stringin' out behind 'er1 catchin' bugs along the way4 ,well1 my little grandson named 'em--both his folks are dead1 you see1 ,so he's come and gone to livin' with his grandma1 here1 and me4 ,he give each a name to go by3 one was ,teddy1 one was ,schley1 ,one was ,sampson1 one was ,dewey1 one was ,bryan1 too1 but ,i ,liked the one he called ,mc,kinley best of all the brood1 somehow-- ,he was that there turkey yonder that's a gobblin' at you now4 ,how them cunnin' little rascals grew and grew6 ,sometimes1 ,i swear1 ,it 'most seemed as though we seen 'em shootin' upward in the air4 ,and ,mc,kinley was the leader and the best of all the lot1 ,and you'd ought to seen the mother--proud of him8--,i tell you what6 ,so ,i says to ma and ,charley--oh1 three months ago at least-- ,that ,i guessed we'd keep ,mc,kinley for our own ,thanksgivin' feast4 ,then we sold off all the others1 keepin' only this one here1 ,and ,i guess we won't have turkey for ,thanksgivin' ,day this year4 ,just the name we gave that gobbler makes him sacreder to me1 ,after all the things that's happened1 than ,i--well1 somehow you see ,i was in his ridgement--so you'll please excuse me--,i dunno-- ,i don't want to show my feelin's--sometimes folks can't help it1 though4 ,hear 'im gobble now1 and see him as he proudly struts away2 ,don't you s'pose he knows there's something in the name he bears to-day8 ,see how all his feathers glisten--ain't he big and plump and nice8 ,no1 sir6 ,no2 you couldn't buy 'im1 not for any kind of price4 ,that there gobbler1 there1 that ,charley gave the name ,mc,kinley to1 ,he'll die natural--that's something turkeys mighty seldom do4 ,the ,winning of ,lorna ,doone 7,from ,lorna ,doone47 ,,by ,r4 ,d4 ,,blackmore4 ,the ,doones were a band of aristocratic1 but lawless1 people living in the ,doone ,valley1 from which they sallied forth to raid the neighboring farmers and travelers4 ,john ,ridd1 who tells the story1 while fishing one spring had followed a stream into the ,doone estate4 ,when the following scene opens he had just had a desperate struggle to save himself from the swift current of the stream1 and had nearly lost his life4 ,when ,i came to myself again1 my hands were full of young grass and mold1 and a little girl1 kneeling at my side1 was rubbing my forehead tenderly with a dock-leaf and a handkerchief4 ,oh1 ,i am so glad6 she whispered1 softly1 as ,i opened my eyes and looked at her2 now you will try to be better1 won't you8 ,i had never heard so sweet a sound as came from between her bright red lips1 while there she knelt and gazed at me2 neither had ,i ever seen anything so beautiful as the large1 dark eyes intent upon me1 full of pity and wonder4 ,and then1 my nature being slow1 and perhaps1 for that matter1 heavy1 ,i wandered with my hazy eyes down the black shower of her hair1 as to my jaded gaze it seemed4 ,perhaps she liked my countenance1 and indeed ,i know she did1 because she said so afterward2 although at that time she was too young to know what made her take to me4 ,thereupon ,i sat upright1 with my little trident still in one hand1 and was much afraid to speak to her1 being conscious of my country brogue1 lest she should cease to like me4 ,but she clapped her hands1 and made a trifling dance around my back1 and came to me on the other side1 as if ,i were a great play thing4 ,what is your name8 she said1 as if she had every right to ask me2 and how did you come here1 and what are these wet things in this great bag8 ,you had better let them alone1 ,i said2 they are loaches for my mother4 ,but ,i will give you some1 if you like4 ,dear me1 how much you think of them6 ,why1 they are only fish4 ,but how your feet are bleeding6 ,oh1 ,i must tie them up for you4 ,and no shoes nor stockings6 ,is your mother very poor1 poor boy8 ,no1 ,i said1 being vexed at this2 we are rich enough to buy all this great meadow1 if we chose2 and here my shoes and stockings be4 ,why1 they are quite as wet as your feet2 and ,i cannot bear to see your feet4 ,oh1 please to let me bandage them2 ,i will do it very softly4 ,oh1 ,i don't think much of that1 ,i replied2 ,i shall put some goose grease to them4 ,but how you are looking at me6 ,i never saw one like you before4 ,my name is ,john ,ridd4 ,what is your name8 ,lorna ,doone1 she answered1 in a low voice1 as if afraid of it1 and hanging her head so that ,i could see only her forehead and eyelashes2 if you please1 my name is ,lorna ,doone1 and ,i thought you must have known it4 ,young and harmless as she was1 her name alone made guilt of her4 ,nevertheless1 ,i could not help looking at her tenderly1 and the more when her blushes turned into tears1 and her tears to long1 low sobs4 ,don't cry1 ,i said1 whatever you do4 ,i am sure you have never done any harm4 ,i will give you all my fish1 ,lorna1 and catch some more for mother2 only don't be angry with me4 ,she flung her soft arms up in the passion of her tears1 and looked at me so piteously that what did ,i do but kiss her4 ,it seemed to be a very odd thing1 when ,i came to think of it1 because ,i hated kissing so1 as all honest boys must do4 ,but she touched my heart with a sudden delight4 ,she gave me no encouragement1 as my mother in her place would have done2 nay1 she even wiped her lips 7which methought was rather rude of her71 and drew away1 and smoothed her dress1 as if ,i had used a freedom4 ,i1 for my part1 being vexed at her behavior to me1 took up all my things to go1 and made a fuss about it1 to let her know ,i was going4 ,but she did not call me back at all1 as ,i had made sure she would do2 moreover1 ,i knew that to try the descent was almost certain death to me1 and it looked as dark as pitch2 and so at the mouth ,i turned round again1 and came back to her1 and said1 ,lorna4 ,oh1 ,i thought you were gone1 she answered2 why did you ever come here8 ,do you know what they would do to us if they found you here with me8 ,beat us1 ,i dare say1 very hard1 or me at least4 ,they could never beat you4 ,no4 ,they would kill us both outright1 and bury us here by the water2 and the water often tells me that ,i must come to that4 ,but what should they kill me for8 ,because you have found the way up here1 and they could never believe it4 ,now1 please to go2 oh please go4 ,they will kill us both in a moment4 ,yes1 ,i like you very much--for ,i was teasing her to say it--very much indeed1 and ,i will call you ,john ,ridd1 if you like2 only please to go1 ,john4 ,and when your feet are well1 you know1 you can come and tell me how they are4 ,but ,i tell you1 ,lorna1 ,i like you very much indeed1 nearly as much as ,annie1 and a great deal more than ,lizzie4 ,and ,i never saw any one like you2 and ,i must come back again to-morrow1 and so must you1 to see me2 and ,i will bring you such lots of things--there are apples still1 and a thrush that ,i caught1 with only one leg broken1 and our dog has just had puppies-- ,oh dear6 they won't let me have a dog4 ,there is not a dog in the valley4 ,they say that they are such noisy things-- ,only put your hands in mine--what little things they are1 ,lorna6--and ,i will bring you the loveliest dog2 ,i will show you just how long he is4 ,hush6 ,a shout came down the valley1 and all my heart was trembling1 like water after sunset1 and ,lorna's face was altered from pleasant play to terror4 ,she shrunk to me1 and looked up at me1 with such a power of weakness1 that ,i at once made up my mind to save her or die with her4 ,a tingle went through all my bones1 and ,i only longed for my carbine4 ,the little girl took courage from me1 and put her cheek quite close to mine4 ,come with me down the water-fall4 ,i can carry you easily1 and mother will take care of you4 ,no1 no1 she cried1 as ,i took her up2 ,i will tell you what to do4 ,they are only looking for me4 ,you see that hole1 that hole there8 ,yes1 ,i see it2 but they will see me crossing the grass to get there4 ,look1 look6 ,she could hardly speak4 ,there is a way out from the top of it2 they would kill me if ,i told it4 ,oh1 here they come2 ,i can see them4 ,then she began to sob aloud1 being so young and unready4 ,but ,i drew her behind the withy-bushes1 and close down to the water1 where it was quiet and shelving deep1 ere it came to the lip of the chasm4 ,here they could not see either of us from the upper valley4 ,crouching in that hollow nest1 as children get together in ever so little compass1 ,i saw a dozen fierce men come down on the other side of the water1 not bearing any fire-arms1 but looking lax and jovial1 as if they were come from riding and a dinner taken hungrily4 ,queen1 queen6 they were shouting1 here and there1 and now and then2 where the pest is our little queen gone8 ,they always call me 'queen1' and ,i am to be queen by-and-by1 ,lorna whispered to me1 with her soft cheek on my rough one1 and her little heart beating against me2 oh1 they are crossing by the timber there1 and then they are sure to see us4 ,stop1 said ,i2 now ,i see what to do4 ,i must get into the water1 and you must go to sleep4 ,to be sure1 yes2 away in the meadow there4 ,but how bitter cold it will be for you6 ,she saw in a moment the way to do it sooner than ,i could tell her2 and there was no time to lose4 ,now1 mind you1 never come again1 she whispered over her shoulder1 as she crept away with a childish twist1 hiding her white front from me2 only ,i shall come sometimes--oh1 here they are1 ,madonna6 ,daring scarce to peep1 ,i crept into the water1 and lay down bodily in it1 with my head between two blocks of stone1 and some flood drift combing over me4 ,i knew that for her sake ,i was bound to be brave and hide myself4 ,she was lying beneath a rock1 thirty or forty yards from me1 feigning to be fast asleep1 with her dress spread beautifully1 and her hair drawn over her4 ,presently one of the great1 rough men came round a corner upon her2 and there he stopped and gazed a while at her fairness and her innocence4 ,then he caught her up in his arms1 and kissed her so that ,i heard him2 and if ,i had only brought my gun1 ,i would have tried to shoot him4 ,here our queen is6 ,here's the queen2 here's the captain's daughter6 he shouted to his comrades2 fast asleep1 and hearty6 ,now ,i have first claim to her2 and no one else shall touch the child4 ,back to the bottle1 all of you6 ,he set her dainty little form upon his great1 square shoulder1 and her narrow feet in one broad hand2 and so in triumph marched away4 ,,ii4 ,after this1 ,john and ,lorna met often in a secret place1 where there was little chance of discovery4 ,it was decided by the family that ,lorna should be the wife of ,carver ,doone1 the leader of the band1 but as she was unwilling1 and ,grandfather ,doone1 the retiring leader1 would not permit them to compel her1 years went by without ,carver accomplishing his purpose4 ,finally ,lorna came no more to the trysting place1 so that ,john suspected she had been put in a dungeon4 ,he resolved to gain an entrance to the ,doone village1 and1 after a desperate night adventure1 succeeded4 ,my heart was in my mouth1 as they say1 when ,i stood in the shade of ,lorna's window1 and whispered her name gently4 ,but1 though the window was not very close1 ,i might have whispered long enough before she would have answered me1 frightened as she was1 no doubt1 by many a rude overture4 ,and ,i durst not speak aloud1 because ,i saw another watchman posted on the western cliff1 and commanding all the valley4 ,and now this man espied me against the wall of the house1 and advanced against the brink and challenged me4 ,who are you1 there8 ,answer6 ,one1 two1 three2 and ,i fire at thee4 ,the nozzle of his gun was pointed full upon me1 as ,i could see1 with the moonlight striking on the barrel2 he was not more than fifty yards off1 and now he began to reckon4 ,being almost desperate about it1 ,i began to whistle1 wondering how far ,i should get before ,i lost my windpipe2 and1 as luck would have it1 my lips fell into that strange tune ,i had practiced last1--the one ,i heard from ,charlie ,doone4 ,my mouth would scarcely frame the notes1 being parched with terror2 but1 to my surprise1 the man fell back1 dropped his gun and saluted4 ,oh1 sweetest of all sweet melodies6 ,that tune was ,carver ,doone's passport 7as ,i heard long afterward71 which ,charleworth ,doone had imitated1 for decoy of ,lorna4 ,the sentinel took me for that vile ,carver1 who was like enough to be prowling there1 for private talk with ,lorna1 but not very likely to shout forth his name1 if it might be avoided4 ,the watchman1 perceiving the danger1 perhaps1 of intruding on ,carver's privacy1 not only retired along the cliff1 but withdrew himself to good distance4 ,meanwhile he had done me the kindest service2 for ,lorna came to the window at once to see what the cause of the shout was1 and drew back the curtain timidly4 ,then she opened the rough lattice2 and then she watched the cliff and trees2 and then she sighed very sadly4 ,oh1 ,lorna1 don't you know me8 ,i whispered from the side1 being afraid of startling her by appearing over suddenly4 ,quick though she was of thought1 she knew me not from my whisper1 and was shutting the window hastily1 when ,i caught it back and showed myself4 ,john6 she cried1 yet with sense enough not to speak aloud2 oh1 you must be mad1 ,john6 ,as mad as a ,march hare1 said ,i1 without any news of my darling4 ,you knew ,i would come--of course you did4 ,well1 ,i thought1 perhaps--you know2 now1 ,john1 you need not eat my hand4 ,do you see1 they have put iron bars across8 ,to be sure4 ,do you think ,i should be contented even with this lovely hand1 but for these vile iron bars8 ,i will have them out before ,i go4 ,now1 darling1 for one moment--just the other hand1 for a change1 you know4 ,so ,i got the other1 but was not honest2 for ,i kept them both1 and felt their delicate beauty trembling as ,i laid them to my heart4 ,oh1 ,john1 you will make me cry directly--she had been crying long ago--if you go on in that way4 ,you know we can never have one another2 every one is against it4 ,why should ,i make you miserable8 ,try not to think of me any more4 ,and will you try the same of me1 ,lorna8 ,oh yes1 ,john2 if you agree to it4 ,at least ,i will try to try it4 ,then you won't try anything of the sort1 ,i cried1 with great enthusiasm1 for her tone was so nice and melancholy2 the only thing we will try to try is to belong to one another4 ,and if we do our best1 ,lorna1 ,god alone can prevent us4 ,she crossed herself with one hand drawn free1 as ,i spoke so boldly2 and something swelled in her little throat1 and prevented her from answering4 ,now tell me1 ,i said2 what means all this8 ,why are you so pent up here8 ,why have you given me no token8 ,has your grandfather turned against you8 ,are you in any danger8 ,my poor grandfather is very ill4 ,i fear that he will not live long4 ,the ,counselor and his son are now masters of the valley2 and ,i dare not venture forth for fear of anything they might do to me4 ,when ,i went forth to signal for you1 ,carver tried to seize me2 but ,i was too quick for him4 ,little ,gwenny is not allowed to leave the valley now1 so that ,i could send no message4 ,i have been so wretched1 dear1 lest you should think me false to you4 ,the tyrants now make sure of me4 ,you must watch this house both night and day1 if you wish to save me4 ,there is nothing they would shrink from1 if my poor grandfather--oh1 ,i cannot bear to think of myself1 when ,i ought to think of him only2 dying without a son to tend him or a daughter to shed a tear4 ,but surely he has sons enough2 and a deal too many1 ,i was going to say1 but stopped myself in time4 ,why do none of them come to him8 ,i know not4 ,i cannot tell4 ,he is a very strange old man1 and few have ever loved him4 ,he was black with wrath at the ,counselor this afternoon--but ,i must not keep you here--you are much too brave1 ,john2 and ,i am too selfish2 there1 what was that shadow8 ,nothing more than a bat1 darling1 come to look for his sweetheart4 ,i will not stay long2 you tremble so2 and yet for that very reason how can ,i leave you1 ,lorna8 ,you must--you must1 she answered2 ,i shall die if they hurt you4 ,i hear the old nurse moving4 ,grandfather is sure to send for me4 ,keep back from the window4 ,however1 it was only ,gwenny ,carfax1 ,lorna's little handmaid2 my darling brought her to the window and presented her to me1 almost laughing through her grief4 ,oh1 ,i am so glad1 ,john2 ,gwenny1 ,i am so glad you came4 ,i have wanted long to introduce you to my 'young man1' as you call him4 ,it is rather dark1 but you can see him4 ,i wish you to know him again1 ,gwenny4 ,whoy6 cried ,gwenny1 with great amazement1 standing on tiptoe to look out1 and staring as if she were weighing me2 he be bigger nor any ,doone6 ,i shall knoo thee again1 young man2 no fear of that1 she answered1 nodding with an air of patronage4 ,now1 missis1 gae on coortin'1 and ,i will gae outside and watch for 'ee4 ,though expressed not over-delicately1 this proposal arose1 no doubt1 from ,gwenny's sense of delicacy2 and ,i was very thankful to her for taking her departure4 ,she is the best little thing in the world1 said ,lorna1 softly1 laughing1 and the queerest1 and the truest4 ,nothing will bribe her against me4 ,if she seems to be on the other side1 never1 never doubt her4 ,now1 no more of your 'coortin'1' ,john4 ,i love you far too well for that4 ,yes1 yes1 ever so much6 ,if you will take a mean advantage of me--as much as ever you like to imagine2 and then you may double it after that4 ,only go1 do go1 good ,john2 kind1 dear1 darling ,john2 if you love me1 go4 ,how can ,i go without settling anything8 ,i asked1 very sensibly4 ,how shall ,i know of your danger now8 ,hit upon something2 you are so quick4 ,anything you can think of2 and then ,i will go1 and not frighten you4 ,i have been thinking long of something1 ,lorna answered1 rapidly1 with that peculiar clearness of voice which made every syllable ring like music of a several note4 ,you see that tree with the seven rooks' nests1 bright against the cliffs there8 ,can you count them from above1 do you think8 ,from a place where you would be safe1 dear8 ,no doubt ,i can2 or1 if ,i cannot1 it will not take me long to find a spot whence ,i can do it4 ,gwenny can climb like any cat4 ,she has been up there in the summer watching the young birds day by day1 and daring the boys to touch them4 ,there are neither birds nor eggs there now1 of course1 and nothing doing4 ,if you see but six rooks' nests1 ,i am in peril1 and want you4 ,if you see but five1 ,i am carried off by ,carver4 ,good ,god6 said ,i1 at the mere idea1 in a tone which frightened ,lorna4 ,fear not1 ,john1 she whispered1 sadly1 and my blood grew cold at it2 ,i have means to stop him1 or at least to save myself4 ,if you can come within one day of that man's getting hold of me1 you will find me quite unharmed4 ,after that you will find me1 dead or alive1 according to circumstances1 but in no case such that you need blush to look at me4 ,i only said1 ,god bless you1 darling6 and she said the same to me1 in a very low1 sad voice4 ,and then ,i stole below ,carver's house in the shadow from the eastern cliff2 and1 knowing enough of the village now to satisfy all necessity1 betook myself to my well-known track in returning from the valley4 ,,iii4 ,it was not long after this that ,john ,ridd saw the signal that ,lorna was in danger4 ,with the aid of friends he planned and successfully executed a raid upon the ,doone village1 and carried away ,lorna to his mother's house4 ,subsequently the ,doones attacked the house where ,lorna was staying1 but ,john ,ridd and his friends were prepared to meet them1 as is related in the following scene3 ,it was not likely that the outlaws would attack our premises until some time after the moon was risen1 because it would be too dangerous to cross the flooded valleys in the darkness of the night4 ,and1 but for this consideration1 ,i must have striven harder against the stealthy approach of slumber4 ,but even so1 it was very foolish to abandon watch1 especially in such as ,i1 who sleep like any dormouse4 ,moreover1 ,i had chosen the very worst place in the world for such employment1 with a goodly chance of awaking in a bed of solid fire4 ,and so it might have been--nay1 it must have been--but for ,lorna's vigilance4 ,her light hand upon my arm awoke me1 not too readily1 and1 leaping up1 ,i seized my club1 and prepared to knock down somebody4 ,who's that8 ,i cried4 ,stand back1 ,i say1 and let me have a fair chance at you4 ,are you going to knock me down1 dear ,john8 replied the voice ,i love so well4 ,i am sure ,i should never get up again1 after one blow from you1 ,john4 ,my darling1 is it you8 ,i cried2 and breaking all your orders8 ,come back into the house at once2 and nothing on your head1 dear4 ,how could ,i sleep1 while at any moment you might be killed beneath my window8 ,and now is the time of real danger1 for men can see to travel4 ,i saw at once the truth of this4 ,the moon was high and clearly lighting all the watered valleys4 ,to sleep any longer might be death1 not only to myself1 but all4 ,the man on guard at the back of the house is fast asleep1 she continued2 ,gwenny1 who let me out1 and came with me1 has heard him snoring for two hours4 ,i think the women ought to be the watch1 because they have had no traveling4 ,where do you suppose little ,gwenny is8 ,surely not gone to ,glen ,doone8 ,i was not sure1 however1 for ,i could believe almost anything of the ,cornish maiden's hardihood4 ,no1 replied ,lorna1 although she wanted even to do that4 ,but1 of course1 ,i would not hear of it1 on account of the swollen waters4 ,but she is perched in yonder tree1 which commands the ,barrow ,valley4 ,she says that they are almost sure to cross the streamlet there4 ,what a shame1 ,i cried1 that the men should sleep and the maidens be the soldiers6 ,i will sit in that tree myself1 and send little ,gwenny back to you4 ,go to bed1 my best and dearest2 ,i will take good care not to sleep again4 ,before ,i had been long on duty1 making the round of the ricks and the stables1 and hailing ,gwenny now and then from the bottom of her tree1 a short1 wide figure stole toward me1 in and out the shadows1 and ,i saw that it was no other than the little maid herself1 and that she bore some tidings4 ,ten on 'em crossed the water down yonder1 said ,gwenny1 putting her hand to her mouth1 and seeming to regard it as good news rather than otherwise2 be arl craping up by the hedgerow now4 ,i could shutt dree on 'em from the bar of the gate1 if so be ,i had your goon1 young man4 ,there is no time to lose1 ,gwenny4 ,run to the house and fetch ,master ,stickles1 and all the men while ,i stay here and watch the rick-yard4 ,the robbers rode into our yard as coolly as if they had been invited1 having lifted the gate from the hinges first1 on account of its being fastened4 ,then they actually opened our stable doors1 and turned our honest horses out1 and put their own rogues in place of them4 ,at this my breath was quite taken away1 for we think so much of our horses4 ,by this time ,i could see our troopers waiting in the shadow of the house round the corner from where the ,doones were1 and expecting the order to fire2 but ,jeremy ,stickles very wisely kept them in readiness until the enemy should advance upon them4 ,two of you lazy fellows go1--it was the deep voice of ,carver ,doone1 and make us a light to cut their throats by4 ,only one thing1 once again4 ,if any man touches ,lorna1 ,i will stab him where he stands4 ,she belongs to me4 ,there are two other young damsels here1 whom you may take away if you please4 ,and the mother1 ,i hear1 is still comely4 ,now for our rights4 ,we have borne too long the insolence of these yokels4 ,kill every man and every child1 and burn this cursed place down4 ,presently two young men came toward me1 bearing brands of resined hemp1 kindled from ,carver's lamp4 ,the foremost of them set his torch to the rick within a yard of me1 the smoke concealing me from him4 ,i struck him with a backhanded blow on the elbow as he bent it1 and ,i heard the bone of his arm break as clearly as ever ,i heard a twig snap4 ,with a roar of pain1 he fell on the ground1 and his torch dropped there and singed him4 ,the other man stood amazed at this1 not having yet gained sight of me1 till ,i caught his fire-brand from his hand1 and struck it into his countenance4 ,with that he leaped at me1 but ,i caught him in a manner learned from early wrestling1 and snapped his collar bone1 as ,i laid him upon the top of his comrade4 ,this little success so encouraged me that ,i was half inclined to advance and challenge ,carver ,doone to meet me2 but ,i bore in mind that he would be apt to shoot me without ceremony2 and what is the utmost of human strength against the power of powder8 ,moreover1 ,i remembered my promise to sweet ,lorna2 and who would be left to defend her1 if the rogues got rid of me8 ,while ,i was hesitating thus1 a blaze of fire lit up the house1 and brown smoke hung around it4 ,six of our men had let go at the ,doones1 by ,jeremy ,stickles's order1 as the villains came swaggering down in the moonlight ready for rape or murder4 ,two of them fell1 and the rest hung back1 to think at their leisure what this was4 ,they were not used to this sort of thing2 it was neither just nor courteous4 ,being unable any longer to contain myself1 as ,i thought of ,lorna's excitement at all this noise of firing1 ,i ran across the yard1 expecting whether they would shoot at me4 ,however1 no one shot at me2 and ,i went up to ,carver ,doone1 whom ,i knew by his size in the moonlight1 and ,i took him by the beard and said1 ,do you call yourself a man8 ,for a moment he was so astonished that he could not answer4 ,none had ever dared1 ,i suppose1 to look at him in that way4 ,and then he tried a pistol at me2 but ,i was too quick for him4 ,now1 ,carver1 take warning1 ,i said to him1 very soberly2 you have shown yourself a fool by your contempt of me4 ,i may not be your match in craft1 but ,i am in manhood4 ,you are a despicable villain4 ,lie low in your native muck4 ,and with that word ,i laid him flat upon his back in our straw-yard by the trick of the inner heel1 which he could not have resisted unless he were a wrestler4 ,seeing him down1 the others ran1 though one of them made a shot at me1 and some of them got their horses before our men came up1 and some went away without them4 ,and among these last was ,captain ,carver1 who arose while ,i was feeling myself 7for ,i had a little wound71 and strode away with a train of curses enough to poison the light of the moon4 ,,iv4 ,through many vicissitudes and many dangers1 ,lorna and ,john spend the months following the incident just related4 ,john learns that ,lorna is1 after all1 not a ,doone1 but the daughter of a family the ,doones had waylaid4 ,john's father had also been murdered by the ,doones when ,john was a lad at school4 ,the following scene carries its own story3 ,everything was settled smoothly and without any fear or fuss that ,lorna might find end of troubles1 and myself of eager waiting1 with the help of ,parson ,bowden1 and the good wishes of two counties4 ,we heard that people meant to come for more than thirty miles around1 upon excuse of seeing my stature and ,lorna's beauty2 but in good truth1 out of sheer curiosity and the love of meddling4 ,dear mother arranged all the ins and outs of the way in which it was to be done2 and ,annie and ,lizzie made such a sweeping of dresses that ,i scarcely knew where to place my feet1 and longed for a staff to put by their gowns4 ,then ,lorna came out of a pew half-way1 in a manner which quite astonished me1 and took my left hand in her right1 and ,i prayed ,god that it were done with4 ,my darling looked so glorious that ,i was afraid of glancing at her1 yet took in all her beauty4 ,i was afraid to look at her1 except when each of us said1 ,i will1 and then each dwelt upon the other4 ,it is impossible for any who have not loved as ,i have to conceive my joy and pride when1 after ring and all was done1 and the parson had blessed us1 ,lorna turned to look at me with her glances of subtle fun subdued by this great act4 ,her eyes1 which none on earth may ever equal or compare with1 told me such a depth of comfort1 yet awaiting further commune1 that ,i was almost amazed1 thoroughly as ,i knew them4 ,darling eyes1 the sweetest eyes1 the loveliest1 the most loving eyes--the sound of a shot rang through the church1 and those eyes were filled with death4 ,lorna fell across my knees when ,i was going to kiss her1 a flood of blood came out upon the yellow wood of the altar steps1 and at my feet lay ,lorna1 trying to tell me some last message out of her faithful eyes4 ,i lifted her up1 and petted her1 and coaxed her1 but it was no good2 the only sign of life remaining was a spot of bright red blood4 ,she sighed a long sigh on my breast1 for her last farewell to life1 and then she grew so cold1 and cold1 that ,i asked the time of the year4 ,of course ,i knew who had done it4 ,there was but one man in the world1 or1 at any rate1 in our part of it1 who would have done such a thing--such a thing4 ,i use no harsher word about it1 while ,i leaped upon our best horse1 with bridle1 but no saddle1 and set the head of ,kickums toward the course now pointed out to me4 ,who showed me the course ,i cannot tell4 ,i only knew that ,i took it4 ,and the men fell back before me4 ,weapon of no sort had ,i4 ,unarmed1 and wondering at my strange attire 7with a bridal vest wrought by our ,annie1 and red with the blood of the bride71 ,i went forth just to find out this--whether in this world there be or be not ,god of justice4 ,with my vicious horse at a furious speed1 ,i came upon ,black ,barrow ,down1 directed by some shout of men1 which seemed to me but a whisper4 ,and there1 about a furlong before me1 rode a man on a great black horse1 and ,i knew that the man was ,carver ,doone4 ,your life1 or mine1 ,i said to myself2 as the will of ,god may be4 ,but we two live not upon this earth one more hour together4 ,i knew the strength of this great man2 and ,i knew that he was armed with a gun--if he had time to load again1 after shooting my ,lorna--or at any rate with pistols1 and a horseman's sword1 as well4 ,nevertheless1 ,i had no more doubt of killing the man before me than a cook has of spitting a headless fowl4 ,sometimes seeing no ground beneath me1 and sometimes heeding every leaf1 and the crossing of the grass-blades1 ,i followed over the long moor1 reckless whether seen or not4 ,but only once the other man turned and looked back again1 and then ,i was beside a rock1 with a reedy swamp behind me4 ,although he was so far before me1 and riding as hard as ride he might1 ,i saw that he had something on the horse in front of him1 something which needed care1 and stopped him from looking backward4 ,in the whirling of my wits ,i fancied first that this was ,lorna2 until the scene ,i had been through fell across my hot brain and heart1 like the drop at the close of a tragedy4 ,rushing there through crag and quag at utmost speed of a maddened horse1 as of another's fate1 calmly 7as on canvas laid71 the brutal deed1 the piteous anguish1 and the cold despair4 ,the man turned up the gully leading from the moor to ,cloven ,rocks4 ,but1 as ,carver entered it1 he turned round and beheld me not a hundred yards behind2 and ,i saw that he was bearing his child1 little ,ensie1 before him4 ,ensie also descried me1 and stretched his hands and cried to me2 for the face of his father frightened him4 ,carver ,doone1 with a vile oath1 thrust spurs into his flagging horse1 and laid one hand on a pistol stock1 whence ,i knew that his slung carbine has received no bullet since the one that had pierced ,lorna4 ,and a cry of triumph rose from the black depths of my heart4 ,what cared ,i for pistols8 ,i had no spurs1 neither was my horse one to need the rowel2 ,i rather held him in than urged him1 for he was fresh as ever2 and ,i knew that the black steed in front1 if he breasted the steep ascent1 where the track divided1 must be in our reach at once4 ,his rider knew this1 and1 having no room in the rocky channel to turn and fire1 drew rein at the crossways sharply1 and plunged into the black ravine leading to the ,wizard's ,slough4 ,is it so8 ,i said to myself1 with brain and head cold as iron2 though the foul fiend come from the slough to save thee1 thou shalt carve it1 ,carver4 ,i followed my enemy carefully1 steadily1 even leisurely--for ,i had him as in a pitfall1 whence no escape might be4 ,he thought that ,i feared to approach him1 for he knew not where he was2 and his low1 disdainful laugh came back4 ,laugh he who wins1 thought ,i4 ,a gnarled and half-starved oak1 as stubborn as my own resolve1 and smitten by some storm of old1 hung from the crag above me4 ,rising from my horse's back1 although ,i had no stirrups1 ,i caught a limb1 and tore it 7like a mere wheat-awn7 from the socket4 ,men show the rent even now with wonder--none with more wonder than myself4 ,carver ,doone turned the corner suddenly on the black and bottomless bog2 with a start of fear he reigned back his horse1 and ,i thought he would have turned upon me4 ,upon this he made up his mind2 and1 wheeling1 fired1 and then rode at me4 ,his bullet struck me somewhere1 but ,i took no heed of that4 ,fearing only his escape1 ,i laid my horse across the way1 and with the limb of the oak struck full on the forehead his charging steed4 ,ere the slash of the sword came nigh me1 man and horse rolled over1 and well-nigh bore my own horse down with the power of their onset4 ,carver ,doone was somewhat stunned1 and could not arise for a moment4 ,meanwhile ,i leaped on the ground and waited1 smoothing my hair back and baring my arm as though in the ring for wrestling4 ,then the little boy ran to me1 clasped my leg1 and looked up at me2 and the terror in his eyes made me almost fear myself4 ,ensie1 dear1 ,i said1 quite gently1 grieving that he should see his wicked father killed1 run up yonder round the corner1 and try to find a pretty bunch of bluebells for the lady4 ,the child obeyed me1 hanging back1 and looking back1 and then laughing1 while ,i prepared for business4 ,there and then ,i might have killed my enemy with a single blow while he lay unconscious1 but it would have been foul play4 ,with a sudden and black scowl1 the ,carver gathered his mighty limbs and arose1 and looked round for his weapons2 but ,i had put them well away4 ,then he came to me and gazed1 being wont to frighten thus young men4 ,i would not harm you1 lad1 he said1 with a lofty style of sneering4 ,i have punished you enough1 for most of your impertinence4 ,for the rest ,i forgive you1 because you have been good and gracious to my little son4 ,go and be contented4 ,for answer ,i smote him on the cheek1 lightly1 and not to hurt him1 but to make his blood leap up4 ,i would not sully my tongue by speaking to a man like this4 ,i think he felt that his time was come2 ,i think that he knew from my knotted muscles and the firm arch of my breast1 and the way in which ,i stood1 but most of all from my stern blue eyes1 that he had found his master4 ,at any rate a paleness came1 an ashy paleness on his cheeks1 and the vast calves of his legs bowed in as if he was out of training4 ,seeing this1 villain as he was1 ,i offered him first chance4 ,i stretched forth my left hand1 as ,i do to a weaker antagonist1 and ,i let him have the hug of me4 ,but in this ,i was too generous2 having forgotten my pistol-wound1 and the cracking of one of my short lower ribs4 ,carver ,doone caught me round the waist with such a grip as never yet had been laid upon me4 ,i heard my rib go2 ,i grasped his arm1 and tore the muscle out of it 7as the string comes out of an orange72 then ,i took him by the throat1 which is not allowed in wrestling1 but he had snatched at mine2 and now was no time of dalliance4 ,in vain he tugged and strained1 and writhed1 and dashed his bleeding fist into my face1 and flung himself on me with gnashing jaws4 ,beneath the iron of my strength--for ,god that day was with me--,i had him helpless in two minutes1 and his fiery eyes lolled out4 ,i will not harm thee any more1 ,i cried1 so far as ,i could for panting1 the work being very furious4 ,carver ,doone1 thou art beaten2 own it1 and thank ,god for it2 and go thy way1 and repent thyself4 ,it was all too late4 ,even if he had yielded in his ravening frenzy--for his beard was like a mad dog's jowl--even if he would have owned that for the first time in his life he had found his master1 it was all too late4 ,the black bog had him by the feet2 the sucking of the ground drew him on1 like the thirsty lips of death4 ,in our fury we had heeded neither wet nor dry2 nor thought of earth beneath us4 ,i myself might scarcely leap1 with the last spring of o'erlabored legs1 from the ingulfing grave of slime4 ,he fell back1 with his swarthy breast1 like a hummock of bog-oak1 standing out the quagmire2 and then he tossed his arms to heaven1 and they were black to the elbow1 and the glare of his eyes was ghastly4 ,i could only gaze and pant1 for my strength was no more than an infant's1 from the fury and the horror4 ,scarcely could ,i turn away1 while1 joint by joint1 he sunk from sight4 ,when the little boy came back with the bluebells1 which he had managed to find1 the only sign of his father left was a dark brown bubble upon a new-formed patch of blackness4 ,but to the center of its pulpy gorge the greedy slough was heaving1 and sullenly grinding its weltering jaws among the flags and sedges4 ,with pain and ache1 both of mind and body1 and shame at my own fury1 ,i heavily mounted my horse again1 and looked down at the innocent ,ensie4 ,would this playful loving child grow up like his cruel father1 and end a godless life of hatred with a death of violence8 ,he lifted his noble forehead toward me1 as if to answer1 ,nay1 ,i will not2 but the words he spoke were these3 ,don--for he never could say ,john--oh ,don1 ,i am so glad that nasty1 naughty man is gone away4 ,take me home1 ,don4 ,take me home4 ,it hurt me more than ,i can tell1 even through all other grief1 to take into my arms the child of the man just slain by me4 ,but ,i could not leave him there till some one else might fetch him1 on account of the cruel slough1 and the ravens which had come hovering over the dead horse2 neither could ,i1 with my wound1 tie him on my horse and walk4 ,for now ,i had spent a great deal of blood1 and was rather faint and weary4 ,and it was luck for me that ,kickums had lost spirit like his master1 and went home as mildly as a lamb4 ,for1 when we came toward the farm1 ,i seemed to be riding in a dream almost2 and the voices of both men and women 7who had hurried forth upon my track71 as they met me1 seemed to wander from a distant1 muffling cloud4 ,only the thought of ,lorna's death1 like a heavy knell1 was tolling in the belfry of my brain4 ,when we came to the stable door ,i rather fell from my horse than got off2 and ,john ,fry1 with a look of wonder1 took ,kickum's head and led him in4 ,into the old farmhouse ,i tottered1 like a weanling child1 with mother1 in her common clothes1 helping me along1 yet fearing1 except by stealth1 to look at me4 ,i have killed him1 was all ,i said1 even as he killed ,lorna4 ,now let me see my wife1 mother4 ,she belongs to me none the less1 though dead4 ,you cannot see her now1 dear ,john1 said ,ruth ,huckaback1 coming forward1 since no one else had the courage4 ,annie is with her now1 ,john4 ,what has that to do with it8 ,let me see my dead and pray to die4 ,all the women fell away and whispered1 and looked at me with side glances1 and some sobbing1 for my face was hard as flint4 ,ruth alone stood by me1 and dropped her eyes and trembled4 ,then one little hand of hers stole into my great shaking palm1 and the other was laid on my tattered coat2 yet with her clothes she shunned my blood1 while she whispered gently3 ,john1 she is not dead4 ,she may even be your living one yet--your wife1 your home1 and your happiness4 ,but you must not see her now4 ,now1 whether it was the light and brightness of my ,lorna's nature1 or the 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