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Practice Problems C
(ii) 3.4679 g
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2.9
a) There are 54 – 26 = 28 neutrons in the 54Fe nucleus, 30 neutrons in the 56Fe nucleus, 31 neutrons in the 57Fe
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2.1 1. Elements are composed of extremely small particles called atoms. All atoms of a given element are
identical, having the same size, mass, and chemical properties. The atoms of one element are different from
the atoms of all other elements.
2. Compounds are composed of atoms of more than one element. In any given compound, the same types
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3. A chemical reaction rearranges atoms in chemical compounds; it does not create or destroy them.
2.2 The law of definite proportions states that different samples of a given compound always contain the same
elements in the same mass ratio.
The law of multiple proportions states that if two elements can combine to form more than one compound
with each other, the masses of one element that combine with a fixed mass of the other element are in ratios
of small whole numbers.
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Frontispiece.
Page 36.
The Abandoned
Farm.
The Abandoned Farm
and
Connie’s Mistake
By
G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
T A F , Copyright, 1902 and 1905
C ’ M , Copyright, 1901 and 1905
B MRS. MARY J. HOLMES
(Issued October, 1905)
PART II
C ’ M
I. T 4C 153
II. K H 160
III. E C 170
IV. C 179
V. C ’ C 187
VI. T M 199
VII. G - 209
VIII. A M Y 216
IX. T H P 224
X. A I 243
XI. C ’ A 255
XII. C ’ I 260
XIII. C ’ S 270
XIV. M .H M 278
XV. T P 286
XVI. K H 293
XVII. L D 306
XVIII. W U 313
The Abandoned Farm
CHAPTER I
ALEX. MARSH
Breakfast was late at the Marsh’s. It was usually late, and this
morning it was later than usual. Alex. Marsh, his sister Amy and
cousin Ruth had been to the opera the night before, and to
Delmonico’s after it was over, so that it was one o’clock before they
were home and in bed. And it was much later before Alex. was
asleep. He did not care for operas, or music of any kind; a good
play suited him better, and he had only gone to escort his sister
and cousin and their friend, Miss Ross. Opera music had no charm
for him, and he was feeling bored and wishing he was at home,
and was listlessly looking over the house and counting the familiar
faces by way of passing the time, when his attention was attracted
to a box opposite the one in which he was sitting. It was occupied
by a plain, old-fashioned looking couple, whom he had sometimes
seen in the park, driving in a turnout as plain and old-fashioned as
they were,—a covered buggy, with the top thrown back, and a
white horse minus a check rein, and sporting a tail such as nature
intended a horse to have, instead of a short stub, telling of cruel
pain in the past and inconvenience when flies and gnats are
clamoring for horse flesh. The couple seemed out of place in the
park, and they seemed quite as much out of place in this box,
whose price for an evening Alex. knew.
“I wonder who the old duffers are and if they enjoy this sort of
thing,” he was thinking, when a young girl came hurrying in and
changed the aspect of the “duffers” at once.
It would seem as if she had dropped something and stepped
back to find it, for she held towards the woman a light, thin scarf
with a smile and a nod, then, winding it around her neck, she sat
down and began to look about her with an eagerness and curiosity
which made Alex. think she was new to operas and probably to the
city.
“Some country cousin, I dare say,” he thought, as he watched
her, fascinated by her fresh, young face, which one moment he
decided was only rather pretty, and the next thought beautiful,
with the smiles and dimples and bright brown eyes, which seemed
to be taking in everything and to be delighted with it. The ladies in
his box were in evening dress, too low in the neck and too high on
the arms to suit his ideas. “I’ll speak to Amy and have her piece
her gown up and down both before she wears it again,” he
thought, as he looked at her, and then turned a second time to the
girl.
Her dress was of some dark stuff, high necked and long sleeved,
with nothing airy or festive about it except the light lace scarf she
had knotted around her neck. But there was something about her
which attracted him, and he watched her all through the first act,
of which he did not hear a word; and saw her evident pleasure in
and appreciation of what seemed to him so tiresome. How could
she be pleased with that screeching and the talk which no sane
people ever talked in real life. Amy and Ruth pretended to be
delighted with that sort of thing, but he fancied it was a good deal
of pretence, because it was fashionable. And yet this girl evidently
liked it, and her face shone and her eyes sparkled, and her dimples
came and went, while he looked at her through his glass, bringing
her so close to him that he could see how fair she was without
powder, such as Amy and his mother kept on their toilet tables.
She did not glance at him, but kept her eyes upon the stage,
turning but once to the woman beside her, who was nodding in
her chair.
“Good, sensible old lady! I’d like to go to sleep myself,” he
thought, as he saw the laugh on the girl’s face, and the hand she
laid on the arm of the sleeping woman, who started up, and,
bracing herself stiff and straight, gave her attention to the play
until the close of the first act, when there came a diversion which
nearly startled Alex. from his seat.
“By all the saints, if there isn’t Craig Saltus shaking hands with
the duffers, and,—yes,—with the girl, too!” he said, under his
breath, as a young man entered the opposite box and, after
greeting its occupants, sat down by the girl and began talking to
her as if he had known her all his life, while she did not seem in
the least elated because one of the most fastidious young men in
New York was beside her. Money, family, polished manners and
an unspotted reputation,—all belonged to Craig Saltus, who had
but one drawback. A fall when a child had resulted in a lameness
which debarred him from most of the amusements in which young
men delight. He could not ride,—he could not row,—he could not
dance,—and at evening entertainments, which he rarely attended,
he was obliged either to stand, which was rather painful, if he
stood any length of time, or sit beside some dowager listening to
her tiresome talk. And yet, cripple as he was, he could have his
choice of almost any girl of his acquaintance; and he knew it, but
treated them all alike, with a courteous attention which meant
nothing. And here he was with these plain people, staying through
the second act and looking more at the girl than at the actors, until
Alex., forgetting his own delinquencies in that direction, began to
be vexed and wonder why, when a fellow came to the opera, he
didn’t feel enough interest to pay attention to it, and not be
watching an unsophisticated girl to see how she took it.
When the curtain went down a second time, Craig rose and,
shaking hands again with the “duffers” and the girl, left them, and
a few moments later appeared at the entrance of the box where the
Marshes were sitting. Instantly there was a flutter of excitement
among the ladies, who had failed to see him in the opposite box.
Amy, who had her own views with regard to him and did not think
his lameness a very great drawback when pitted against his
millions and position, was delighted to meet him, and asked where
he had kept himself that they had seen so little of him recently.
“I have been in the country, where mother and Rose stayed later
than usual,—it is so delightful there when the leaves begin to
change,” he replied, adding: “We only came to town yesterday, and
to-morrow morning we are off for Europe on the Etruria, which
sails so early that we must be on board to-night. How long we
shall stay abroad is uncertain. It will depend on mother’s health.
We go for her. And now I must say good-by, as I have other calls to
make.”
He turned to go, when Alex. detained him a moment.
“Who were the people you were with just now,—the old couple
and the girl?”
Amy and Ruth were both talking to Craig, who answered,
hurriedly and very low:
“Why, don’t you know Joel Pledger and his wife? I thought
everybody knew him. The girl is their grand-niece, come to see the
city for a few days;—beautiful, isn’t she?—and now I really must
go. Good-by again.”
He was gone, and Alex. sat down, disappointed and annoyed
that he had learned so little. Craig had said Joel Pledger, but Alex.
understood him Old Pledger, and he repeated to himself “Old
Pledger! as if that would tell me who he is, or as if I cared. It’s the
girl whose name I want. Why couldn’t he have told it instead of
saying their grand-niece from the country and that she was
beautiful? Of course she is. Anybody can see that. Old Pledger!
That’s a good name for him; I don’t believe though, that the girl is
a Pledger. The name don’t suit her. I wonder how I can find out
who she is, and why need Craig have been in such an awful hurry.
Old Pledger! That don’t sound as if he thought a great deal of him.
Well, he’s only her great-uncle.”
By this time the opera was beginning to have some interest for
Alex. The prima donna was excelling herself, and the house was
ringing with applause, the girl clapping with the rest, and actually
making Old Pledger move his cane up and down a little briskly,
while the old lady only showed occasional signs of nodding and
was promptly pulled up by the girl. For the remainder of the
evening Alex. paid pretty good attention to the play, turning his
eyes occasionally to the girl, whose interest never flagged, and
whose cheeks were like roses and whose eyes were shining with
excitement when the performance was over. Alex. had a glimpse of
Old Pledger’s stooping shoulders and Mrs. Pledger’s three-years-
old bonnet and big-sleeved sacque, and the girl with her wrap on
her arm, and then he went out into the crowd, which jostled and
surged and pushed him until he found himself close to the
Pledgers, and saw the girl in her golf cape, with the high collar
drawn up around her ears, for the wintry night was cold. His
ladies wore soft, fur-lined opera cloaks, and he did not suppose
they owned a golf cape, or would wear one on such an occasion if
they did. Well, it didn’t matter what they wore. A golf cape looked
well on the slim, straight figure, which was finally lost in the
throng.
“Going home in a street car or on the elevated. I’d give a good
deal to know where they live. I’ll find out if I can,” he thought, as
he followed his party to their carriage and was driven to
Delmonico’s.
Here he met several acquaintances, and in the talk and
excitement he forgot Old Pledger and the girl until he was home
and in bed, when they came back to him with a persistency which
kept him wakeful as he wondered who the deuce the Pledgers were
and how he could find out.
CHAPTER II
ALEX.’S LETTERS
After waiting an hour for her young people, Mrs. Marsh sat
down to breakfast alone, and was finishing her coffee when Alex.
came in. He had thought of the Pledgers while dressing, and
laughed at himself for being so interested in a strange girl. “I don’t
quite understand it, although it is like me to be attracted by every
new face if it is at all out of the common,” he thought, “and she
was rather uncommon in that expensive box with Old Pledger and
his wife, who looked like a muff, and the girl so fair, and without
the flumadiddles Amy and Ruth and the rest of ’em wear to such
places. And then she had a striking face, though I might not know
it again if I saw it.”
He was dressed by this time, and, going to the dining-room,
kissed his mother, and, seating himself at the table, looked at the
letters lying by his plate. There were two,—one a bill from his
tailor, which gave him no concern, as he had money enough to pay
it.
“Ball is in a hurry for his cash. I must see to it to-day,” he said,
and took up the second letter, which bore in a corner the address
of Sanders & Brown, Attorneys, Denver. “I don’t know Sanders &
Brown, nor any one else in Denver,” he said, breaking the seal and
beginning to read:
“D , December 18, 18—.