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The_Man Who Does a Day's Work Augustus Bridle 3
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The Miracle of Michael Joulin. A Story Arthur Stringer 11
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Bittersweet. Verse. - - - - Wilbur D. Nesbit - 14
A Petticoated Pilgrim in the North Katherine Hughes 15
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A LOVER
who
All ye
my
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of true lovers
heart to \-ours,
hold, in cot or hall,
all,
By Augustus Bridle
Illustrated With Photographs
the present time. It was the. broad- Trunk between Toronto and Stratford,
SOME SAY THAT HE IS A DKEAMER, THIS BIG, QUIET. BEARDED MAN
WITH THE BROAD SHOULDERS AND THE LOOK OF IRON
—
6 THE MAN WHO DOES A DAY'S WORK
you poke your head out of a car window system. In the scope and magnitude
and ask the name of a certain little and diversity of their operations they
town where they make kid gloves by have equalled the most daring builders
the million, you will be told that it is in America or the whole world. They
Acton, which was the only town Dan are two of the most famous Scotch-
Mann knew much about till he was Canadians ever born. Neither of them
grown up. Seven miles further along had dreams that he would become a
over the grey limestone that bulges up railway magnate. They never had
over the Grand River the train stops their heads felt; neither so" far as is
again; a town about half the size of known has either of them ever had his
Acton and pretty near- ^srf=ia'=iH=Mfe^teteW!=feJb^^ head enlarged. They
ly as rocky as Sudbury. are the first railroad
"That? Oh—
that's
Tl/HEN Mann left
builders in the world
Rockwood. Place to build lines without
where Jim Hill was ' home in 1871 and selling stock. Govern-
bom. Yep. Acton struck out to the lumber ment-guaranteedbonds
and Rockwood are the have been the system
two most celebrated woods, his first job was of finance. Making the
railroad towns in Can- river - driving. He was roads follow the coun-
ada." try has been the meth-
seventeen and as supple
Well, the Lord only od. In this there is
knows how many Ac- as a cat, and the pike-pole more than in any system
tons and Rockwoods and the peavey w^ere the of finance. M. & M.
might be put in Mann's roads begin to pay in-
and Hill's Christmas joy of his life.
terest on investment
stockings now without sooner than any of the
making either of them roads in Canada that
stay up allnight to see it done. The have depended on through connections
truth of the thing in one case, however, and short-cuts for a route. Mackenzie
is that Jim Hill never built a mile of and Mann are the first railroad-builders
road into Canada for the sake of in Canada to establish headquarters at an
Canada; and when he left his Rock- inland city. There was no real reason
wood home he had about as much faith why these men should not have set up
in the part of Canada where his neigh- their check-signing and board-room
bor has done two-thirds of his line- —
department in Montreal except that
building as the man in the moon has in two other companies were headquar.-
Cooke's discovering the North Pole. A tered there already and Mackenzie and
more significant fact from the stand- Mann have always been pathfinders.
point of arithmetic is that in seven The main reason they didn't set up at
years the firm of Mackenzie and Mann Winnipeg was probably because for a
lias put on the map nearly two hundred long while to come Winnipeg will be a
towns about the size of Acton, all as long way from the financial centre of
lusty to grow as barefooted boys. The Canada. So far as traffic is concerned,
combined population of the new towns Port Arthur is nearer the centre of the
and villages dotted along the lines of system than any of the others. But
the Canadian Northern would make a the brains of a transcontinental may be
•city as big as Winnipeg. These two located almost anywhere so long as the
trail-blazers are the heads of the biggest system is right.
man-owned railway system in the So habitually does the public mind
world. Their average of building beats associate these two builders that it
anything known to railroad builders becomes a study inpsychology to con-
for fourteen years just about a mile a sider them apart. A few wise ones
day, counting Sundays. They are the have settled it that Mackenzie is the
only two Ontario men who ever under- financial end of the system while Mann
took to build a transcontinental line. isthe practical head. But while Mac-
They are the first born Canadians to kenzie makes most of the trips to the
"become ownership heads of a great land of the Bank of London, Mann
AUGUSTUS BRIDLE
quietlycamps on the trails of Canadian In Acton Mann had become handy
Parliaments and Legislatures, and with the broad-axe —
which in the late
beats up possibilities in places like and early seventies when he was
sixties
Atikokan iron mines and Port Arthur growing up was much used in getting
blast furnaces, and Moose Mountain out barn timbers. When he left home
iron mines and Key Harbor ore docks, in 1871 and struck out to the lumber
not to mention the probability of a woods of Alpena, Michigan, his first job
smelter on Ashbridge's Bay in Toronto. was river- driving. He was seventeen
And Mackenzie worked right alongside and as supple as a cat, and the pike-pole
of Mann on the contracts of the Cana- and the peavey were the joy of his life.
dian Pacific Railway and other Western He had been so long hankering to get
lines, and banged about in the woods away from the Acton farm that this
getting out ties back of Lindsay, while plunge into the Michigan wilds made
Mann did river-driving and shingle- him forget the old schoolmaster at
sawing and broad-axing tamarac and Acton that used to reason with his
cedar ties in Michigan and Parry Sound father that Donald would never amount
and up in the woods about Peterboro. to much, he was afraid. He learned
They happen to be a remarkable team timber as natively as the duck learns
that grew up like boj's to the business water. When he got tired driving logs
of railroading; they bunked together down the rivers he went into a shingle
on contracts and together they saw the mill. After that he quit Michigan and
possibilities of the Saskatchewan val- crossed over to Ontario. Back to the
ley. Separated, neither of them would headwaters of the Trent he went and
be half as strong as the combination. did anything he was set to do b}' the
But if either Mann or Mackenzie were —
camp boss ^learning all there was to
put down in the middle of a new con- know about the axe and the skid-road
tinent, he would build a railroad and and the drive. At Parry Sound he had
—
come out in a Pullman or if necessary charge of camps and drives. Parry
a handcar. Sound has good reason to remember
Mann's life story, however, is big him. Nobody in those years when
enough to study by
bfe^=te-aa=i-=-== .tf=-=g^=g-=tei=M.afai
Mann was a young river
itself. He was born on driverand camp boss
a[farm near Acton. But and expert on pork
there was no pastoral INTENDED by his Pres- and beans, reckoned
charm for young Don- byterian father for a that in thirty years'
ald on the farm. He time his private car
was big enough to pull preacher, if Dan Mann would bowl up into the
stumps, but he had no had gone into theology town over the line
appetite for grubbing.
as thoroughly as he has built by Mackenzie and
At school he was not Mann from Toronto, to
passionately fond of into railroading he would join up with the main
books. It is not even have been the Rev. D. D. part of a transconti-
recorded that he ever nental threading the
wrote an essay on the Mann, D. D., by the time wheat belt of the prairie.
Saskatchewan valley. he was old enough to But when it happened,
In fact, when Mann there were a good many
vote.
was a boy he knew no citizens of Parry Sound
more about the prairies who remembered Mann.
HHHI^1MHMh^i^^^n^-~----•"^^^r•^-°=i
than he did about the Parry Sound hap-
moon. was the woods he knew most
It pens to be the only town of the
about. Acton was not far from the woods lumber-jack part of his career that
— and it was on one of the slowest lines could claim Mann first as a citizen
of road in the world. Those days they and afterwards as a benefactor. Mann
burned cordwood on the Grand Trunk; himself inthose years had no in-
and Mann took a few contracts getting tention ofbuilding a railroad into
out cordwood for those elongated fire- Parry Sound. In fact, he had not yet
boxes that had never smelled soft coal. got out his first tie. Neither did he
8 THE MAN WHO DOES A DAY'S WORK
know any more about the iron ore up at Grand Trunk, but away from^ the
'
Moose Mountain beyond Parry Sound Ontario bush and the river drive. And
than any other man in the camp. He till first transcontinental in Canada
the
was just a big restless youth, eager to was finished Mann took contracts for
get away from the old farm out on to building sections of the road; learning
the unblazed trails where things were the job in the easiest way possible over
in the raw and in the making. a level prairie, but getting the A B C's
What more natural than that he for much bigger purpose than he
a
should have gone railroading? This knew. He also took contracts in the
came in somewhere about the year that mountains that other men feared to
the National Policy got into Canadian take.
politics, and when the Canadian Pacific In all those years of pushing out over
Railroad was in the building. To the prairie, Mann was following an
Mann the Canadian Pacific Railway impulse to do the biggest things that
was more important than the National were being done. At the same time he
Policy. He had nothing to do with was getting the railroad fever; and it
practical politics. His first contract is quite likely that the Canadian
getting out bridge and tie timber for Northern was partly born in his imagi-
the section of the Canadian Pacific nation while he was building" sections
Railway east of Winnipeg was his first of the Canadian Pacific Railway along
acquaintance with the wheat belt. He with his partner Mackenzie. f^
When the Canadian Pacific Railway
main line was through and Calgary, the
;
builders in a series of side lines north In those days the sixteen-oared big
and south from the main line of the boats of the great Company rowed by
Canadian Pacific Railway — two from their own half-breed and Indian voy-
Calgary and one from Regina. Macleod ageurs were the only way of getting
the cow town wanted a road, because goods up to the fur posts on the Saskat-
—
up to that time this was in 1889 —
chewan to Prince Albert and Fort a la
all the freight for the lanchers in that Come and Fort Carlton and Fort Pitt
district had to come in by way of freight and Edmonton. Then the white set-
wagons from Fort Benton; the lumber- tler and the Red Riv^er cart from Fcrt
ing old stager with the caboose behind —
Garry long before the first transcon-
— you may still see a relic of this old tinental was built. Next the Canadian
wagon route stacked up against a log Pacific Railway, and still the carts
shack in Macleod. along with the river steamers plying up
I \Prince Albert and Edmonton both and down from Grand Rapids. Then
—
wanted roads because they depended the side lines from the railroad tying up
on the Red River carts from Calgary the steamers and putting the carts off
and the flat-bottomed stern-wheel the trail.
steamers that churned up the Saskat- So it was that the two north towns
chewan from the head of Lake Win- got railway connection; that was
nipeg at about the same gait and between 1889 and 1892.
style that the Battleford ferry does It was at this point in a long career
to-day. of successful linebuilding that Mr. Mann
This leads to a glance back at the went to China and came back without
way the trade routes of the West have having built a road went into mining
;
Not that Canada would not have wor- great awakening that struck this
ried along without either Mann or country just about the time the Cana-
Mackenzie, and fprobably have got dian Northern was born, nobody is able
there just the>same —
given a little more to say.
TWieliad/lotJiti
or wedder she be Greet. So de Com- more monee, an' dat Joulin he find
mittee go to dat Michael Joulin an' tail heemself two t'ree bonder mile from
heem : We geev you t'ree dollaire w'ere he leev, an' don' know how to get
'
blacksmit' shop at Ste. Helene. An' canvass for de Greets, he hear 'bout
w'en he see dat, de tear come on hees dat trick w'at Mike play, an' he mak'
eye, an' he say, Bateese, if we honly
'
de hurry an' tail all de peep' w'at dat
had jus' de leetle monee to bu.y dat Michael Joulin do. An' de nex' time
laig, I t'ink maybe we save our Hfe
dees time.' Den he hax de blacksmit'
w'at weel he take for dat laig, an' de
blacksmit' say he weel geev heem dat
laig if dey saw up de one cord wood for
heem an' pile heem in de woodshed.
" Wail, Mike an' Bateese get de
bucksaw, an' I t'ink dey almos' die
w'en dey try to saw dat wood. Bat-
eese, he geev up t'ree four times every
dav, an' say to ail wit' de ol' wooden
laig. But Mike he don' say nodding,
but wipe de sweat off from hees neck an'
sit down an' count all de stick she have
left on dat wood-pile.
" It tak' dem 'bout one whole wick,
I t'ink, b'fore dey saw all dat wood, but
w'en dey get de ol' wooden laig Bateese
he see sure 'nough dat Mike has de
long head after all. For Mike tak'
dat wooden laig an' feexes heem wit'
de straps on hees own laig, jus' Onder
de knee, an', by gar, you t'ink he
was de lame man for sure 'nough_
"but mike, he don' say nodding, but
wipe de sweat from off hees neck,
an' count all de stick she have
LEF' on DAT woodpile"
heem dan de fence-post. Bigosh, all de mos' wonderful place on all de worl',
dose habitants feel ver' bad 'bout dat w'ere all de peep' come, an' w'ere dey
laig, an' geev Mike an' Bateese de sof have de shrine an' mak' all de meeracle.
bed an' de beeg dinner w'enever dey Dat Mike Joulin he see how nice an'
hax for heem. kind all de peep' an' all de priest was
" But Louis Charland, w'at mak* de to de ones dat got de cure, an' he do de
'
more worse t'ing dan he did. Bigosh, we don' geev dose beeg loafers no more
he go in de precession wit' all de sick dinner.' An' w'en Mike an' Bateese
pilgrim, an' march to de church lak' find dat out, dey don' know what dey
he was almos' not able to walk nohow, goin' do. So Mike he go to de pries'
an' w'en de time for de meeracle come an' hax heem ver' bold for de ol'
dat Mike Joulin he jomp up on hees wooden laig. But de pries' he say no,
seat an' yail like he see two free honder dat laig belong on de church lak' all
loups garou, an' pull ofif dat wooden de odder wooden laigs. Den Mike
laig an' yail dat he was cure of de para- cry wif de eye an' rub hees laig wif
lize for sure. An' he t'row de wooden hees han', an' say he fink de paralize
laig up wit' all de res' of de crutch an' was come back an' he can't walk no
de bandage, an' march up to de shrine more widout dat laig nohow.
an' say he was never so happy in all " Ver' wail, de pries' say, dey mak'
hees life. An' all de peep' cry out, heem nice new wooden laig on de village
'A meeracle ! A meeracle ! An' all
'
for two dollaire. Den dat Joulin he
de kind ol' priest tak' dat Mike Joulin swear free four hunder' sacredams, an^
an' hees frien' Bateese off to de Pres- shak' hees fist at de pries' an' say ver'
byt^re w'ere dey hax all 'bout hees wail. An' dat night, bigosh, dey fin'
wooden laig, an' geev heem de gran' heem w'en he was climb out de church
beeg dinner. An' de Sisters from de window wif hees ol' wooden laig, an'
Convent geev heem some more dinner, he say he was walkin' in hees sleep,,
an' all de peep' hax heem 'bout de but dey say a'right, he can go to jail
meeracle, an' he t'ink he was de great in hees sleep, too. An' so dey sen'
man for sure 'nough. him to jail for seex monf s, for try steal
" Mike, he look at Bateese an' wink from de church lak' dat. Mebbe dat
wit' de eye an' say, 'I t'ink, Bateese, dees laig was Mike Joulin's, an' seex monf s
was de nice sof job w'at suit us de good
' look lak' de long time. But Mike
long time, mebbe.' An' Bateese, he Joulin wasn't so sorry over dat, on'y
wink back wit' de eye an' rub heemself w'en de judge he say he fink Mike
where hees dinner was put, an' say dat better tak' hees seex monf s wif hard
Mike was have de long head for sure. labor. Dat mak' Mike almos' die, an'
" Wail, dey leev lak' dat free four den he feel sorry 'bout dose meeracle,
days, an' feel mos' happy an' satisfy, by gar !Dat meeracle was de mos*^
when de peep' on Ste. Anne fin' out wicked t'ing dat I never see."
BITTERSWEET
BY WILBUR D. NESBIT
ONEBecause
would not take the rose
the thorn was there,
For that alone he chose
No blossom sweet and fair,
Yet every rose that blooms
Hides thorns that may bring pain;
To lose its rare perfumes
For that would be but vain.
More happy they who, night or mom.
See but the rose, o'erlook the thorn.
PEACE RIVER FARMERS LISTENING TO A LECTURE ON FARMING BY H. A. CRAIG, OF
alberta's department of AGRICULTURE
A PETTICOIATED PILGRIM
IN THE NORTH
BY KATHARINE HUGHES
ILLUSTRATED WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
the days when Franklin and ago; and a few tourists, such as Miss
SINCE
Back landed their canoes at
first Taylor, who went down to the Arctic
old Fort Chipewyan, marvel- twenty-six years ago.
lously few outsiders have visited In 1908, Dr. Howie, of New York,
—
the Canadian North and this, although came out, having spent a year in there,
for the past twenty-six years the Hud- and in the same year Agnes Deans
son's Bay Company has maintained a big Cameron, and her niece, made the
flat-bottomed steamer on the Macken- summer trip down the Mackenzie.
zie River with accommodation for at This summer trip down the Mac-
least forty passengers. kenzie to the Arctic is one of the
Perhaps it is not to be expected that most healthful pleasure-jaunts in the
a company of fur-traders w^ould adver- w'orld, and considered as a journey into a
tise for tourists, or very widely pro- little-known country one of the most lux-
claim the scenic beauties of the heart urious. It is by water all the w^ay, after
of its richest territory : tourists are the one-hundred mile stageroute from
not conducive to the best interests of Edmonton to Athabasca Landing
the fur trade, and settlers ruin it. So, - is passed. The two hundred and
first
outside of the mad rush of Klondykers in fifty miles of the Athabasca River,
1898,thenorth has remained aland apart, covered in a few days, is made com-
enjoyed by Indians, fur- traders, and fortably enough in york boats. There-
—
missionaries ^with visits from a score after, with the Rapids passed, the
or so of scientists and writers men like : mode of travel is somewhat common-
Ogilvie, Tyrrell and Preble, Emerson place in a well-equipped steamer, but
Hough, Warburton Pike, Stefansson, the pristine freshness of the land, the
Thompson-Seton and Radford with — quaintness of the old trading-posts
an occasional sportsman like Lord met at intervals, and the individu-
Lonsdale or the Comtesse de St. ality of the northern people, lends to
Pierre; a traveller and hunter of some the entire trip a fascination equal to
note who went in north three years anything one imagines before going in.
15
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16 A PETTICOATED PILGRIM
The voyage around the Athabasca In many waysthese pioneer women
—
and Peace Rivers the other northern had veritable hardships to contend
—
tour entails more difficulty and var- with the travelling for two or three
;
iety than the Arctic trip, as frequently, months by york boats or scows was
to make steamer connections, it neces- wearisome, and their menu at the posts
sitates a of some hundred miles
voyage often consisted solely of dried meat or
by canoe or raft, alone with Indian fish. Flour was so rare a luxury that
guides. This, however, I found, only a tiny round cake of it once or twice
added to its picturesque quality and a day was the dole for each person. A
enjoyment, while here, as on the Mac- Grey Nun at Chipewyan told me that
kenzie, no real hardships are met with. on her first arrival at Fort Provi-
But a new era is at hand the north
; dence twenty-seven years ago she
waits on the edge of great things. undertook to pick raspberries and
The railway survey gangs are headed make a tart out of the day's entire
into the wilderness, and the speedy allowance of flour. The other nuns
opening-up of the north is assured. were in the class-room and in the wash-
Before long, a tide of investors, house doing the week's laundry she :
fiight-seers and settlers will flow in by was young, and unused to cooking at
Pullmans and colonist cars. Before an open fire, and the tart, by some ill-
their concerted assault the mysterious chance, was burnt to a crisp !
old north will surrender all its claims She told me the story last summer
to mystery. But if it lose the charm with laughter, but on that first day
that hangs about it in the stories of she wept, and would not be consoled.
Parker and others, it will reveal new Mrs. Stringer, the wife of Bishop
charms, and an admirable utility at Stringer, spent some years, as did
which the fiction-makers do not even another missionary's wife, on Herschell
hint. When this tourist route, via Island, in the Arctic. Two of Mrs.
the Athabasca and Mackenzie to Stringer's children were born there,
the Arctic, is proclaimed in two con- and undoubtedly this capable woman
tinents, as it will be within a decade, knew her share of pioneering. On
it will be of interest to recall that the one occasion, too, some of the captains
first woman tourist to the Canadian of the whaling-fieet brought their
Arctic was an American girl —
Miss wives to Herschell Island, and during
Taylor, the daughter of the United the winter there, these bright American
States consul at Winnipeg, who made women, with the undaunted energy
the trip down to Fort MacPherson of their nation, organized a fancy-
twenty-six years ago. dress ball, which was as hilariously
Like those who have gone down since enjoyable as it was unique.
then, she found the wild roses blooming However, women are still so
wliite
at those northern posts, and probably rare in the north that to be a white
that year at MacPherson, as in 1909, woman, and alone there, is in itself a
the thermometers registered over 90 royal passport. I experienced this at
degrees on the steamer. Although every turn in my
northern tour, and
the first tourist.Miss Taylor was by very pleasantly the day before I
no means the pioneer white woman reached the ruins of old Fort McLeod.
traveller there. She was preceded by That evening the steamboat put into
Miss French, an Irish lady who went shore and landed me at the head of
in to the Arctic in the Company's care the settlement on the Fort Dunvegan
on the first trip of their steamer to meet trail. The firstmet was a
settler I
and marry there her fiance, a young Mr. Carson, who told me that two
English clergyman. And even before years before he had thrown up a posi-
this, many decades earlier, the Com- tion as travelling salesman for this
pany's traders had brought their white Peace River homestead and brought
wives in here by canoes, while the his sister out from Ontario with him.
Grey Nuns of Montreal had come in I saw, too, that high on the uplands
york boats to establish their big schools where L. M. Macoun once reported
at Fort Providence and Chipewyan. that grain would not ripen ^he had —
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KATHARIXE HUGHES 17
twenty acres of wheat and oats, and " You never know what you will
I have since heard that this matured, meet around the corners."
yielding handsomely. Coming away in the darkness we
When had looked over their farm,
I had to dodge not only the inevitable
their little saw-mill and grist-mtll, dogs, but two young moose roaming
and the unkempt gardens of their in the inner yard, and outside there
Indian neighbors, they drove me on were the sleeping cattle and hogs of
over the park-like trail to the home of this prosperous homestead. We drove
the ex-member of Peace River on to another log-house, the home
of
district, a son of the English mis-
the first Church si o nary, whose
of England mis- wife, a refined
sionary on the young EngHsh-
Peace. I coiild woman, was also
not choose my roused by our
hour for calling, knocking, and
because if 3"ou - welcomed me to
miss the Peace spend the night.
River steamer We talked far in-
even by a few to the night, for
hours you must a white woman
camp on the river- from outside -with
side a month to news only a few
await its return weeks old is
as the British something not
Columbia Com- met with ever}'
missioner, F. C. year on the Peace.
Campbell, did As the talk ran
June at Peace
last on to a variety of
River Crossing. things, and I saw
By previous ar- for myself the
rangement with privations and
the Hudson's Bay devotion of the
Company, or the everyday Hfe of
Revillon Freres, the northern mis-
Indian guides sionary, my
mind
may be secured registered its ad-
to take one on in miration for this
a canoe, but this woman, as it had
isnot easily prac- at Lesser Slave
ticable on short Lake for the ge-
notice, as I ex- nial, great-heart-
perienced at Ver- ed old nun whom
milion later. COMMISSIONEa CAMPBELL IN CAMP AT THE CROSSNG —-IP I had been privi-
We found the YOU MISS THE PEACE RIVER STEAMER, VOU MUST POSSESS leged
YOUR SOUL IN PATIENCE AND CAMP FOR A MONTH TO AWAIT
to accom-
legislator's family ITS RETURN pany when she
about to retire, but our knocking was suddenly called at eight o'clock
brought the genial man himself to one evening to go to an Indian teepee
—
the door clad in up-to-date pajamas. a mile away to dress an Indian's
He greeted us cordially, less surprised wound. \-i
than I had expected at the unannounced The next day, with the aid of Alex
arrival of the visitor from town. MacKenzie, a picturesque, retired old
I was slowly learning that northerners trader of the Hudson's Bay Company,
are never surprised. Life on land and I traced in the ruins of old Fort
water trails, where telegrams are un- McLeod the plan of its defensive pal-
known and letters rare, has led them isade and bastions, the store and ware-
to expect the unexpected so they say
: houses, the house of the Bourgeois and
18 A PETTICOATED IlLORIM
away the need of a
fur brigade going over
the mountains to the
Pacific posts from
Dunvegan. The Fort
to-day has only a
couple of native re-
tainers instead
of
fifty. A
ferry has
been built here by
the Alberta Govern-
ment, and now fre-
quently in summer
the quiet of the old
fort is broken by
the arrival of tired
settlers in prairie-
schooners and ox-
wagons, heralds of
the new regime, who
have driven over five
hundred miles from
Edmonton, and are
bound for the settle-
ments at Spirit River
or the Grand Prairie.
At Fort St. John
this year. Commis-
sioner Campbell set
up his official Lares
and Penates for the
British Columbia
Government. This
post always has been
a lonely place. To-
day no echo of the
new settlement
reaches it, but pros-
pectors on their way
to the Finlay gold-
fields make it a stop-
THE DUSKY DIMNESS OF A FUR STOREHOUSE AT EDMONTON ping-place. On my
Here are piled thousands of dollars' worth of black and brown and
silvery skins arrival, three young
Indian Hall. The Fort was built by- men were in camp there waiting for
Alexander MacKenzie in 1793 on his our boat to bring their mail. As soon
overland voyage to the Pacific, but as they read it, they
packed their
before many years it was abandoned ponies and pitched oflf along the
Fmlay
and the post moved west to Fort trail. The next
. .
day I was the sole
It is here in a broad,
high-walled green
valley that the Peace
and Smoky meet.
They are two ma-
streams
jestic silver
the Peace alone being
almost a mile wide.
The Crossing's elus-
ive charm —
its great
distances, its fairy
greens and 3'oung
trees in Runic de-
sign, its hills' "most
wonderful dimple-
ment"—have resisted The race
A HALF-BREED FAMILY OF THE PEACB RIVBR COWWTKY
of Metishas in its veins some of the hardiest blood of Scotland, France
translation by any and the Orkneys
camera that has yet gone into the autumn, the member for Peace River
Peace. . When I saw it first, I
. . district — J. K. —
Cornwall stated his
understood why it had lured an old belief that there were over 20,000,00)
miner back from Kansas to see the acres of agricultural land along both
Peace again and end his days there, sides of the river. It is a well-known
and why old Twelve-Foot Davis, fact that wheat has been successfully
when he reached the "end of the trail," grown in the Mackenzie district at
had begged to be buried on one of the Fort Simpson and Fort Liard. the
Peace River hills. latter only twenty miles east of the
That old-timer at Fort Dunvegan Yukon territory. Years ago the French
told me that in his trips inland north missionary priest at Fort Liard raised
of the Peace he had passed over vast good wheat every year, and ground his
areas of fertile land, partly wooded mission's supply in his coffee-mill.
and in part prairie. Similarly, last However, the Mackenzie district will
20 A PETTICOATED PILGRIM
not likely be opened up for settlement on to the Crossing, but the poor fellow
for several years yet, as there are such was delighted at our news that a half-
vast tracts of excellent land available day behind us there was a truck-wagon
south of it. The points of farming with four men only, and when we drove
settlement now existing in the north off he was seeing visions of his calf
are all in the Peace River and Atha- landed in some pleasant farm-yard,
basca districts, notably at Lesser Slave with weeks before him for recovery.
Lake, where over 30,000 bushels of The buoyant spirit of this new
oats alone were raised last year at
; country radiated from that man, who
Grande Prairie and Spirit River along simply would not let himself be cast
Upper Peace, and at Fort Vermilion. down. He had known farming in Eng-
All the way along the Peace River land and in the Western States, but
trail my
half-breed driver pointed out he was confident that Grande Prairie
to me the camping- places of the "Bull despite its pioneer hardships, was the
Outfit "—a group of four women and best of all. Moreover, he had chanced
thirty-seven men from Ontario who went to meet a leading C. P. R. official at
in ahead of me in prairie-schooners to Edmonton, and he was going home
settle in a colony west of the Grande rapturously certain that within a very
Prairie.Most of the men held South Afri- few years a branch of that road would
can scrip, which entitles each holder to tap his district
320 acres. These wise pioneers brought At Fort Vermilion, I saw in Sheridan
money with them to buy necessary Lawrence's granaries over 6,000 bush-
provisions for a couple of years until els of grain, mostly wheat. It was
the railway construction begins there. there because the Hudson's Bay mill
At present, settlers in here can only would not meet his demands for a cash
sell a limited quantity of oats to survey payment undoubtedly, his spirit of
;
THE "nigger" is —
THE HANDIEST THING ABOARD A RIVER STEAMER EVERYTHING IS DONE WITH ITS AID PROM
YANKING THE BOAT OFF A SAND-BAR TO TYING VP A PACKAGE OF LUNCH
22 A PETTICOATED PILGRIM
New Ontario. Only the delightful mill of the Catholic Mission at
Peace
atmosphere and brilliant sunshine as- River Crossing, smaller millsb ing
sured me I was still in Alberta. operated by Sheridan Lawrence and
Each year brings fresh proof of the " Bill " Carson.
agricultural possibilities of the Peace. The fine, large, balconied buildings
Last summer at Little Red River I erected at some points by the Catholic
saw crops and vegetables growing which missionaries, their fine farms and lux-
were better than those at Vermilion, uriant gardens, are not, as one might
and the two men squatted on home- suppose at first, an evidence of their
steads at this point claim that when wealth, but' the result of unceasing
the outside knows more of the north, voluntary labor and self-denial that
that a railway will be extended from exists to the present. These French
Fort Mc Murray north-west to the Ver- missionaries and their confreres, the
milion Falls, and a great city will lay-brothers, cut down trees in the
spring up there. This is a most beau- woods, saw them now in their own little
tiful portion of the Peace, with fine mills, as in the first days priests and
agricultural land to the south, which bishops hewed the sticks of timber to
Surveyor Ponton states extends far make their log cabins and they de-
;
inland. Across the magnificent falls, sign and construct their churches,
which will some day furnish immense schools and residences themselves.
quantities of industrial energy —be- Then they paint and decorate the
yond green stretches of poplar woods interiors as Father Pettitot, the noted
—
and open prairie lie the Cariboo Hills. scientist, did atFort Good Hope during
North of these is the range of the last his trying stay in the Arctic as Bishop
;
24 A PETTICOATED PILGRIM
tion of the trip by canoe. I needed curious in their own quiet way, for they
that canoe voyage to satisfactorily had only once before seen a stranger
bridge the difference as well as the come in by canoe from Fort Ver-
distance between these posts, for Chip- milion.
ewyan is the picturesque old fort Fort Chipewyan, more than any
around which a century ago the war other post in the northwest, retains
of the rival fur companies waged the old time atmosphere. The build-
and at Vermilion all my ideas of the ings, perched on a rocky cape, com-
north had been upset by finding a mand a perfect lookout over the lake,
modern drawing-room, a library with and one readily understands why the
many of the latest books and maga- North- West Company built their post
zines, mission furniture made at Ver- here in the old days of warfare with
milion under Mrs. Wilson's super- the Gentlemen Adventurers, and why
vision, a bath-room and a dinner- the latter took over this post and aban-
table that would satisfy the most doned their own after the union. The
critical of clubmen. old powder-magazine and sun-dial re-
But once in the canoe with my two main intact, but only the site of the
Indians, out in the sunshine and re- blockhouse gaol remains now. A pic-
markable stillness of the Peace, my turesque palisade still, surrounds the
ideas of the north speedily readjusted courtyard and the solid log buildings ;
themselves. This journey down the the gateways are imposing, but empty
Lower Peace was the most quietly de- no gates clang shut now at dusk, and
lightful portion of the whole tour. It no watchman marches on sentinel
meant eight days of sunlight and still- duty about the palisade.
ness, broken by a couple of summer Chipewyan, with its swarms of
rainfalls, by the portaging across the dogs and languid natives, seems less
falls and chutes, and a call at Little deserted in summer than other posts
Red River post. We camped where of the north, for though the able-
nightfall found us on a sandy beach, bodied Indians and their families
or in the poplar and spruce forest on pitch off to the woods to hunt, a small
the heights. Meals of bannock and village of native people remain. This
bacon and canned goods were eaten is probably because Chipewyan was
about the fragrant camp-fire, and I so long headquarters for the Athabasca
was more than royally happy and free district, and there is here a larger popu-
from care. lation of half-breed descendants of the
One evening, after a rainstorm, and old French-Canadian voyageurs and
after a glorious ride over the breaking Orkneymen.
whitecaps of the lake, mycanoe glided It was here I met the yearly exodus
up to the old Chipewyan landing-place, of —
Mackenzie district a motley
the
where decades ago Franklin and Rich- and interesting group of fur-traders.
ardson had been welcomed where,
; Mounted Policemen, nuns, priests, pros-
with cheers and chanted cries, the voy- pectors and Church of England mis-
ageur crews of the fur brigades had sionaries. From Chipewyan we made
landed. The master of the post was the trip homeward by steamer for two
waiting on the shore to welcome me hundred and fifty miles, and an equal
with the fine traditional hospitality distance up the broken water and rapids
of the old traders, and a group of men of the Athabasca, on clumsy open
—
stood about him the sight of a strange scows, drawn by Indian rivermen in
canoe drawing them from their leisure- tracking-harness This last is
ly game of draughts or the " swapping
'
How
DaiMTT ^V&8
Bumped
Br 'WD- Eaton
niustrations by
EllswD3r£h Toui^
old man over. He'd have a lame fowlin'-piece that ever come outa Ire-
shoulder fer a week every time he went land. It'll snap out a candle ten feet
'
foolin'.' away,' says he, wid a cap,' he says.
'
"
The blacksmith's dawg had a ven- That was the way they tested a gun
detta with Danny an* Mike. They was in them days.
pardners in all the village crime, an' " The cobbler cappered the bet.
they had so much on with that dawg Said if it would blow out a candle, even
that they finally concluded to make if it was stuck in the end of the bar'l,
war medicine fer him. he'd pull all the teeth in the village
" One day the old man drove into fer nawthin'.
Cobourg with a loada sumpn, an' these " I'll show ye
'
says the old man,
!
'
two kids sees their chance. Danny says he. An' he starts fer the bed-
was to git the gun an' sneak out through room.
his uncle's back yard next door, to a " Cue fer exit Danny. He knows
place where the' was a loose board in what's in that gun, if the old man
'
don't. He jest keeps half his face in- where he hooks onta a cheap tent-show-
sida the door-jamb, vrith his knees that was workin' the outskurts. A
sprung fer a lightnin' getaway. shurruf buys out this show the next year
" Re-enter the old man \s-ith the on the Pacific coast somewheres, an'
gun, an' they puts a Hghted- candle- when Danny drifts home he has sam-
stick on topa the cookstove, an' the ples o' nearly all the mud in North
old man levels the gun acrost the Amurricky on 'im. He snuck up to
backuva chair an' screws 'is face up in —
the backdoor, but ^his granny gits 'im
a careftil aim, an' — Say !
in' the kitchen table, an' fillin' the air smith. She has a good deala press-
with smoke so everybody was chokin'. agent slush to sling at 'im, too. Skate
An' the gun flew sideways an' bashed morality, an' things that sounds good,
the cobbler in the face so't it nearly but ain't so. Her chorus is,
knocked 'is other eye out, an' he ups " The rollin' stone gathers no moss.'
'
an' belts the next man to him, an' that " Next season he catches me up at
starts a general mixup, but Danny's Toronto, when we're there fer a three
father he jest rolls over an' grabs a days' stand, an' puts up some kinduva
table-leg an' lets out a wheeze, story that gits 'im a job with the
" Where's that divil Dan ?
'
animiles. His father don't find 'im,
" Danny never stopped runnin' fer an' he goes on with us. First I takes
two year, so far's they knew. He 'im out ahead with the paper, but the's
slept in the woods that night, an' the too much work in that to suit 'im, I
next mornin* he crawls aboard a boat guess, fer he falls back to the show, an*
at Presq' Isle an' lands in Toronto next I see of him he's a full-grown
27
—
28 HOW DANNY WAS BUMPED
candy-butcher, friskin' the jays like window pieces. They was called the
a old professional. He changes his Tasmanian Children. They was under-
name about this time to Daniel O'Con- sized, but awful thickset, an' I guess
nell, so's not to disgrace his fambly if they musta belonged to the original
he gits into trouble. pinhead tribe, fer they had the littlest
" Enda the season he's got a fat bale heads in all this world, an' the broadest
of money strapped around his right shoulders. Their heads wasn't no big-
arm above the elbow with a rubber gern your fist, but their feachers was
band, and he goes home with two hand- good, an' arey one of 'em was as strong
bags and a trunk, dressed up like a bar- as a ox. It'd give ye the jumps first
tender, with a diamond in 'is tie fit to time you looked at 'em, but they was
blind ye, an' —Say !
Shiow up with the stuff, an' all will be on every time. Their act was naw-
forgiven, with a chance thrown in to thin' but that, an' shakin' hands, an'
go an' sin some more. lyin' about their native land an' the
" Well, anyhow. I bin led into this manners an' customs o' the Tasmaniacs.
by rememb'rin' how Danny got inta They didn't wear no more clothes than
the profession. I'm a old hand, mus- required by law, an' what they did
self, an' a long time married, so't some- wear was made outa grass mattin'.
times I ferget how attractive profession- His was a skurt, an' hers was a mother
als is to the wimmin outside. Now, hubbard.
mosta the people in the profession are " They was billed as brother an'
moral enough, I grant ye. I mean, the sister, but they reelly was man an'
performers. I got no use fer them in wife. They was no exception to the
the business, fer only the sensation rule of matrimony, neether. They'd
acts works up inta printin', an' it's no scrap like two cats in a bag, sometimes,
buried secret in the business that the after the performance, fer lola was as
big acts they have now is fakes cheap — jealous as a sparrow-headed good
ones, too. Nawthin' like the feachers looker, an' I don't know as I could
we useta have in the good old days, blame 'er much, fer the way the outside
when a show was a show an' not a wimmin useta make up to Hoomioo
stringa performers an' skallyhoot press- woulda turned even a sensible man into
agents drawin' better salaries than the a fool, an' Hoomioo wasn't sensible.
fellers that earn the money fer them. He had a arm like a athuUetic Hurc-
" Performers are moral enough yools, an' a grip like a wringin '-ma-
that's so. They got to be, because chine, an' a smile a mile wide. An' he
their work calls fer stiddy nurves. was off-color. So was Tola. They
But the's a awful lot o' human nacher useta have me
guessin' whether their
in men an' wimmin, wherever you find complexion was sorrel or light bay.
'em, an' the show business ain't no On the bills they was said to come from
exception. That was parta what was Tasmania, so called because of a mania
the matter with Danny. fer playin' the national game of Tas-
" We had a legitimate attraction ma-ra. But I bin in Tasmania mus-
—
about that time not so strong as self, an' I never seen no people there
Millie Christine, the two-headed lady likethem two, fer the natives has short
that could sing a duet with herself ^I — kinky hair, and Hoomioo an' lola's
never could git the Old Man to let me hair was long an' wavy. They was a
have her name spelled in full, but only paira what-is-its, I guess.
'
Mile.,' that sounded like a tongue- " But they spoke better English
tied man tryin' to say it —
^but satis- than the African Female Amazon, said
factory for color work particularly to have bin captured after a powerful
.
W. D. EATON 29
struggle an' fearful expense by Henry an' put a dress on it, an' Danny'd shin
M. Stanley, the celebrated African up to it.
explorer, while penetratin' the deepest " We had a trapeze performer that
jungles of the dark continent. Her come awful near runnin' 'im up to the
act was a war-dance in a dress made minister fer them fateful words, but
outa barbaric feathers. She useta do she wasn't quite qtiick enough, fer
this runnin' around in curcles, emittin' Danny was a scatterer, an' about the
strange cries. I guess all the niggers time when she oughta threw the rope
down in Alabama musta come from he was chasin' off with a bunch o' local
the same jungles she did, fer she spoke skurts on a week stand back east, an'
jest like they do. She was married to she lost out. Consoled 'erself before
the nuttiest feller I ever seen in a show. the season was over with the Human
He was a whivlin' Dervish, an' he wore Cannon Ball, what useta git 'imself
petticoats, an' all he done was to stick shot outuva siege-gun onto a high
his arms out platform up on the
straight an' go round centre-pole while
an' round like a the band stopped
eight-day peg-top, playin'. Danny said
till you'd git dizzy afterwards that a
lookin' at 'im. No woman that hung by
livin' bein' could do her toes to a trapeze
that an' keep his — ^he always called
brain on a stiddy it a trapzee, bein'
centre. She useta Irish —^was liable to
bat 'im all over the have too much brains
lot sometimes, he run into 'er head.
was so dumb fool- The Human Cannon
ish. His only friend Ball seemed to think
was the famous Per- so, too, fer she was
sian Astrologer an' always sayin' things
Seer, Mazdaznan. to 'im that he could
" Old Maz. was a n't answer, an' so
foxy guy, with one he'd have to beat 'er
blind eye. Useta a few. That hap-
cast yer horryscope pened about three
an' read yer pa'm fer times a day.
a dime, an' say — !
" Well, anyhow.
He done more busi- The way the wim-
ness than any other min useta crowd
grafter in the hull around Hoomioo to
organization. All say 'oo' when he'd
wimmin. He could IT D GIVE YE THE JUMPS THE FIRST TIME 'most squeeze their
YE LOOKED AT 'IM"
run the cards, too; hands off an' smile
but then, so could the snake lady. at 'em, had a double effect. It excited
She useta run 'em fer the wimmin that the curiosity of the lady snake charmer,
belonged, jest to oblige, but he wouldn't. and that led to a imbrogglio that got
" This is business with me,' he
'
lola's hump up.
would say. I ain't got no use fer
' " This snake charmer was a nice fat
wimmin, anyhow.' An' I guess you young woman by the name of O' Ryan in
coulda understood that if you coulda private life, an' she'd handle snakes
seen his vnie, fer of
"
all the fishpoles — as free as a country boy handles angle
Danny was a gay boy, an' a librul worms. She had a py-thon that was
—
spender one o' the best nachered about twenty feet long that she'd curl
young Irishers I ever seen, an' soft. around herself like a combination boa
A easy mark fer any woman. Stick a an' girdle an' sash, while a halfa dozen
iernii;i' board on topuva paira tongs rattlers an' other obsidians —as the
m HOW DANNY WAS BUMPED
professor says —crawled around her '
did you hear what Hoomioo said
arms an' ankles. You'd think she about lola ? she says, an' she looks
'
was the bravest thing alive, but I seen at Danny, real co-quettish.
her jump on a chair one evenin' an' " Back to the kitchen fer you,
*
<:atch up 'er skurts an' screech like a Maggie,' says lola, indignant. The '
peacock callin' fer rain when a roach dishes ain't washed yet,' she says.
that was so big she thought it was a " Do you mean me, you Tasmanian
*
mouse come runnin' acrost the floor tag-rag ? says the snake lady, with
'
gone out fer supper between perform- can tell you the's lotsa things worse'n
ances. Mice has got it all over wimmin washin' dishes, an' you know it.'
an' elephants. Say !
" But I rung the bell on you jest the
'
" She got projectin' around Hoomioo same, didn't I ? says lola, reel sweet. '
worked on her curiosity, as I jest said, pull that pin head o' yours offn you,
an' it got into her head that there must you fake !
'
'
'er, an' the next we know, they're off "At that, the snake lady gives out a
in corners, talkin' low. shriek. '
Who's bin tellin' on me ?
'
" Danny had bin handing this snake she says. An' the hull tent goes into
lady bookays an' bong-bongs fer some confession.
little time when this begins, an' he lets " Danny jumps over to where the
on he don't care, but it peeks him on snake lady is an' calls fer a pitcher o'
the inside, all the same. So when lola water, fer she's off in high-strikes,
tries to create a diversion by bein' drummin' the ground with 'er heels.
sweet to him, he falls fer it. Hoomioo lights after lola, an' she runs
" Tola gits him to herself where both behind Danny fer refuge, an' Hoomioo
Hoomioo and the snake lady can see jolts Danny
acrost the place tryin' to
them, but old Hoomioo, he don't care. git at an' the Persian Astrologer
'er,
He's a lady's man, anyway, an' he grabs him back. The fuss brings the
lets on to everybody that if Tola wants Old Man on, an' one word from 'im
to make a fool of 'erself with a candy- quiets things down. Sich is the power
butcher, fergettin' her ov/n profession- of salaries. He holds a inquiry right
al standin', letter go He says so, in
! there, an' then a queer thing comes out.
so many words. " It seems this snake lady come
" I shouldn't oughta got married
*
from Danny's village. She wasn't as
•soyoung, anyway,' says he. I spiled old as he was by three or four year, an'
my market,' he says. Look at 'er,' '
her father was the village cobbler that
says he. If she was a artch-angel,
'
they called the one-eyed thief, an'
he says, with seventeen different
'
she'd gone out fer a hired girl in Tor-
colors of feathers in 'er wings,' says onto when she was about fifteen year
he, she couldn't be any more stuck
*
old, an' afterwards got a job in the
on 'erself,' or words to that effect, as Queen's Hotel v/ashin' dishes, an' from
the feller says. Insteada which,'
'
that, through gittin' acquainted with
says he, 'jest look at 'er yerself, if you a museum performer, she took to
want to be drove to drink.' snakes, an' the road, an' finally made
"An' the snake lady laffed. 'Ain't good enough to come along with us.
you the funny goop says she, !
'
She an' Danny didn't know each other,
gigglin'. 'Oh, Mr. O'Connell,' she says. because he'd changed 'is name, an'
— —
^^m^
" 'do you mean me, you tasmanian tag-rag?' says the snakb-lady with superior ca'm"
he'd never bin in the village while she the only one, a-course. Same's all
was since the time she was a toddler. the rest. What ?
'
It was what lola said offhand about " 'An' he has got such a swell educa-
dish-washin' an' calHn' the Persian tion,'says she.
Astrologer a one-eyed thief that tipped " 'An' my
money paid fer it,' says
*er off, on a rank mistake, an' made 'er Danny, mournful. Oh, vurry well,'
'
" The funny part of it was that " The bun he got on him after that
Danny got reelly stuck on 'er, an' —
was a peach an' doorable. I thought
wanted 'er. An' -.
Say ! it would never wear off. He neglected
" Whaddya think ? Danny had bin his business, an' useta crowd every-
sendin' money home right along to body he could git hold of up against a
help out his old folks an' git his brother wall an' cry to 'em about the treachery
Mike educated to be a priest. An' o' wimmin an' the wrongs of Ireland.
when he asks her to marry him, she Seemed to feel that one was as hard on
says she can't, because she's engaged him as the other. He got so desprit
to Mike. when he finally sobered up that he quit
" He's got such a swell education,
'
the legitimate an' become a press-
she says, an' he's so smart
*
He's ! agent. See what bein' crossed in love
jest run away from the college,' she will drive a man to.
says, an' got a job bein' drummer fer
' " Well, Danny's 'magination had a
a big store, an' he's makin' himself good trainin' down in that village where
so strong,' she says, that we're goin' '
he was born. The' ain't a liar in that
to be married next winter, an' I'm line o' work to-day that don't look as
quittin' the profession.' Then she if he was going backwards when Danny
says strikes his gait. He's got old Annie
" Youghta be glad I'm marry in'
'
Nias in the immachoor amachoor
yer brother,' says she. More'n a hun- *
class. wasn't ashamed of him fer
If I
derd men has wanted to marry me.' what make me proud.
he's doin', he'd
" Huh'
says Danny.
!
' You're ' He's a gorgeous liar."
31
The Flight of the
/2i Arrow /H
By W, Lacey Amy
Illustrated by C. A. Maclellan
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the business adventures of a feminine houses in Canada, had been sent to
commercial traveller on the road for a Amsterdam, Austria and India on a
jewellery house arid in direct competi- six months' trip to study precious and
tion with her husband^ the salesman semi-precious stones, how to buy, how
for a rival firm. to place values, and where to buy. A
months had passed since Mary desultory correspondence between man
SIXD. had met Marly. The fact and wife as friend and friend had been
was that Marly had risen in the marked chiefly by the restraint each
confidence of his firm until they saw in the letters of the other. Marly
had decided to make him their stone had been slow to see it in Mary D's
specialist, with only occasional road letters as, to him, his " late wife " had
work to please a niimber of old cus- not made herself conspicuous as a
tomers who never thought of jewelry blushing damsel. He had wooed her
without connecting it with Marly. in his dependent days, and she had
With many of these, Main & Co. were accepted him in recognition of his
insignificant factors in the transaction dependence. Since his failure to make
whereby duplicates of Marly' s samples his business smooth out the wrinkles
found their way to the show cases of of married life, he had thought
large stores.^ Main & Co. had been of her for the most part as a clever
forced to recognize this when their new rival.
salesman, Cowley, a young fellow of But after three months in Amster-
more impudence than ability, sent in dam and Austria he became convinced
letters that " Dolman & Co. had al- that, for some reason, his former busi-
ready bought, and needed nothing ness rival was not writing him with
more," " W. H. Frame couldn't be that feeling only.
interested and wouldn't look at our As he was preparing in an Austrian
samples." Old man Main said little, city for his trip to India, he received
whatever happened, which relieved a letter from his wife that passed al-
him of the necessity of adding more most unnoticed in the bustle of his
words to explain what he meant. He departure. But on shipboard he had
simply yanked Cowley off some of the abundance of time to read between the
cities and sent Marly out on two trips lines. " I think Main &
Co. might be
a year. the gainers in this old Western Ontario
The six months that Mary D. and district by a reversion to former meth-
her husband were separated were not ods and salesmen. You put up a
without communication. Marly, in
. stiffer competition than you knew,
32 .
W. LACEY AMY 33
tially opened her eyes to something goods without losing my sleep," and
she had never thought existed. he flashed his ring around the table,
It was in London. Cowley had been likewise his eyes.
on the road just long enough to feel " That dub, Norton, who used to
the importance of a thousand-dollar have this route," continued the en-
order and his connection with it. The raptured youth, " set a bad example,
usual group was at the travellers' but I'm not in this business solely for
table, Cowley sitting at the end facing Main & Co. And I guess I'm sending
the dining-room, and v»-earing a solid in the orders just as well as he did.
black tie with an enormous diamond Why, he sold Frame, here, only about
sparkling in it. That was one of the $800 worth on his last visit. To-day
evident necessities of selling jewels. I took an order for $2,000 or over.
On his finger was another diamond, Guess that'll do me for to-day without
and three weeks' study of the proper making a muff of myself like Norton
angle had enabled him to flash its rays did. He must have been a chump
into the eyes of any person he wanted from what I hear."
to dazzle. He had had a pretty suc- Mary D. was sitting at Cowley's
cessful day, thanks to the carelessness right hand. She had been lonesome
of Mary D., and he was sparkling as and cross all day, and had done her
brightly as his jewels. work in a half-hearted way, allowing
"Are you going to St. Thomas to- Cowley to take more than his share of
night ? " he almost shouted to the the business. At the words of the
traveller sitting at the other end of conceited yoimg fellow, she felt her
the table. Upon receiving assurance blood rush to her face. For a moment
that the other traveller was going down, she felt like boxing his ears then she ;
and upon the natural query whether became dangerously cool. Her look
34 THE FLIGHT OF THE ARROW
of interest drew Cowley's eyes. night train which he had refused to
"
Young man," she said, " if you take, and Mary D. did the same. Her
wouldn't mind turning off that dia- dislike of him had been increased by
mond on your finger and putting it reports of some of his remarks to his
back in your sample case, we might take customers concerning Marly and, of
;
DOS T YOU THIN'K, MARLT, THAT WE COU LD WALK A LITTLE LONGBR.' I HAVEN T
SEEN YOU FOR -OH, SO long!"
next day, but, knowing the long hours and rapidly towards her destination.
of the jeweller in a factor^--town, she As she stepped on the bridge a new —
had hastily washed and proceeded to stracture, built high above the river,
take chances on immediate business and with an approach of fifty feet on the
across the river. —
factory-town side the lonesomeness
It was now dark, but, in spite of the of the district was impressed upon her
dark bridge, and the poorly-lighted by the far-off shunting of an engine
new town, she tramped unconcernedly and the brightness of the town behind
35
36 THE FLIGHT OF THE ARROW
her. Increasing her pace, she had aren't trying to swim with my case."
almost crossed the bridge when a move- Marly's eyes were aflame, and a red
ment against one of the iron girders spot glowed on each cheek as he ner-
sent her heart to her throat. Before vously lit another match and came
she could more than utter a half scream towards her.
the movement became visible in the " Perhaps they dropped it when you
form of a man another form seized
;
fired." She stepped down towards
her from the side and a hand was the bank.
clapped over her mouth. " If you'd put away that pretty
Jerked from her feet, she struggled little revolver of yours and occupy
bravely, trying all the time with her yourself with matches. Marly, it would
free hand to uncover her mouth so that give me more time to thank you, when
she could scream. With her other I have recovered my case."
hand she instinctively clutched her When the next match flared Marly
precious sample case. was just as cool as Mary D. He said
But with two men she was unable to not a word, but carefully shaded as he
scream or offer any effective resistance. directed the light close to the ground.
One ruffian grabbed her case, but she used Only a few steps away the case lay,
both hands, and with his one free hand badly scratched by the stones upon
he could not tear it away. Fearing which it had fallen, but still closed.
that his companion, unaided, would Mary picked it up, but did not turn
not be able to keep Mary D. from her face towards Marly. She stood
screaming, he dropped his hold on the looking towards the river for so long a
case, and Mary D. was carried down time that Marly became embarrassed.
the embankment and under the ap- The matches were out, and only the
proach of the bridge. There, forcing shunting of the far-off engine broke
her down, one man held her, while the the silence.
other concentrated his attention to Then she turned to him. " You
securing the sample case. might explain your presence here,
The case was wrenched from her Marly. It's rather confusing to be
just as running steps on the bridge —
rescued from anything, by a man you
above and a fall in the gravel on the last heard from on his way to India."
side of the embankment gave hasty But Marly only led the way to the "
flight to the robbers. Mary D's heart street. His recovery was slower than
beat like a hammer as a quick figure, the calmer Mary D's.
visible against the sky, dashed around When they reached the street he
the embankment, and a revolver shot threw back his head and laughed joy-
rang out. A splash in the river showed ously. Then he explained how he had
the line of retreat of the fleeing rob- stayed in India a shorter time than he
bers. expected, had arrived home only two
Mary D. stood still against an abut- days before, and had hastened out to
ment. Instead of abating, her ex- stop Cowley before he had an oppor-
citement increased until the beating tunity of spoiling Main & Co.'s chances
of her heart was painful, depriving her with the jeweller in the factory- town
of the power of speech. of Wharton. He had arrived that
" Mary Mary " shouted an ex-
! ! afternoon, and after selling the factory-
cited,agonized voice. But she could town jeweller, had reached the hotel
not answer. after the arrival of the train from the
The scratching of a match brought west. He had seen Mary D's name on
her to herself, and revealed in the the register, and had gone out for a
dim, sudden flare an outwardly cool, stroll until she should come down for
but inwardly hysterical woman, smil- supper. Upon his return to the hotel,
ingand collected. the clerk had told him of her departure
"As opportune as a story ending. with her case, and it was not difficult
Marly," she said, and reached down to to surmise her destination. He knew
brush her skirt. "But I hope those men the foolishness of a strange woman
—
MAE HARRIS ANSON 37
walking factory-town streets after dark to him, but which Mary D. seemed to
and had started ^fter her. The rest accept as quite natural.
she knew. At the hotel door she hesitated. It
The ring in Marly's voice touched suddenly dawned upon her that the
a chord which had vibrated seldom in walk was over, that Marly and she now
Mary D's experience. With his nar- became rival salesmen. She turned
rative there wound itself through her towards Marly, and in a strangely shy
brain a wonder at what this new thing voice that roused in him more manli-
was. Business was all forgotten ness than he had ever felt before, she
even responsibility seemed to disappear. faltered " Don't you think. Marly,
:
Marly w^as leading back to the hotel we could walk a little further ? I
with a confident stride that was new —
haven't seen you for oh, so long
"
!
IN SEARCH OF A BREAKFAST
BY MAE HARRIS ANSON
ILLUSTRATED 'WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
F you don't mind a few bumps, Maurice River, we had to change cars
you find it a trip full
will of —
at La Tuque Junction and right there
r novelty," said Alexander. things began to happen. Just the
And Alexander proved himself width of the platform, the half dozen
a true prophet. For not only were there steps necessary to change from the
something more than a few bumps, Lake St. John train to that running
but the novelty, the charm of the wild from the Junction to La Tuque, was
picturesqueness of this northland of like the magic transformation that
Quebec more than matched bump for followed that first step of Alice into
bump. the Wonderland that lay behind the
To few is it given in these days of Looking Glass.
well-discovered country to feel the Not only was the way wilder, the
zest that comes to him who explores mountains more imposing, the rivers
a virgin land. Yet, although I trav- and valleys more exquisitely beautiful
t eled by rail, in a cushioned car, never- in their absolute freedom from the
! theless, with each mile clicked ofE by despoiling touch of civilization, but
the wheels between Quebec and La the people themselves were different.
I
Tuque Jtmction, stronger and stronger They were the people that Drummond
grew the feeling of advent into a land drew to the life in his " Habitant "
I
unkno^vTL the ever-changing line of
;
verses, the people that Sir Gilbert
I
the Laurentians, with their exquisite Parker suggests, the people who for
I
purple shadows and their crown of three hundred years have lived pe-
pointed firs, the swirl and dash, the culiarly to themselves, descendants
1
shallows and the deeps of the pictur- of French seigneurs, wide-ranging cour-
i esque Batiscan, a hundred unnamed eurs des bois, Indians and English
I and almost unknown creeks and moun- adventurers who ranged the woods
tain-tops, and over all the deep blue and fastnesses of the north, a people
sky of summer Canada. who combine the child-like faith of the
In order to reach La Tuque, the French peasant and the cunning and
head of the navigation on the St. picturesque superstition of the Indian,
38 IN SEARCH OF A BREAKFAST
with a strain peculiar to the north La Tuque dependent upon house-paint,
itself, and which, in time, inevitably the whole place would of necessity
tinges the thoughts and feelings of have gone down in the great cataclysm,
even the most prosaic Anglo-Saxon for there was not a spoonful of paint
brought within its influence. of any description in the place, and
For six long, and yet all too short, none nearer than Quebec, two hundred
hours, we rode, with never a town, miles away.
never a settlement, never so much as Now, Alexander has all a city man's
a homesteader's shack in sight, up to aversion to early rising. When he
the summit of the Laurentian divide found the bad habit the boat had of
and down the slope, leaving the Batis- leaving Ritchie's Landing, two miles
can only to enter the equally as pic- or more away, at six o'clock in the
turesque but wilder valley of the Bos- morning, he suggested that our party
tonnais. And then, just as the edge drive to a hotel on the river near the
of twilight began to spread over the boat landing, and avoid the early
land, we came upon a scene incompar- morning call and drive.
—
able and inspiring the valley of the " Besides," said Alexander, " that
Bostonnais, enclosed in a three-quarter shack that says '
Hotel does not look
'
circle sweep of hills, a silver lake set a bit promising. The hotel near the
deep in its heart, like a jewel, and more boat landing is older, and is sure to be
amazing than all the beauties of nature, better."
railroad engineering on a gigantic But that was one of the times when
scale that was nothing less than start- Alexander proved himself a false pro-
ling in that wilderness of the far north. phet, as will presently be seen. In the
The La Tuque branch of the Cana- course of time, a two-seated democrat
dian Northern Quebec swooped down wagon appeared, drawn by two ani-
from the heights, crossing the line of mals, one half-tamed and the other
the Grand Trunk Pacific as it went, given to walking on his hind legs.
and with a shriek of defiance shot under Now, I have ridden a horse that bucked
its high trestles on the other side of a for ten minutes straight every time I
valley, the double crossings, once mounted him I have ridden a mile
;
above and once below, the combina- on a Dakota prairie road with a cyclone
tions of trestles and tunnels, stone and literally clutching the wagon-box by
iron being intensified and made doubly its fingernails I have scampered
;
poised ready for a flying leap, and with shades of Ceylon and Japan !
—
it could
another slam bang bump we found
! ! ! not have been anything better than a
ourselves safely over the rocks but — door^-ard weed, dried and cured. The
Alexander and I walked the rest of the limited sleeping accommodation was
way to the river. not a whit more attractive than the
Oh, that walk !Sand a foot deep. supper, and Alexander said, when
And "flies" more than a million. But safely out of earshot :
every step of the way was electric with " Captain Ritchie lives about a mile
anticipation, for through the veil of down the river. He has some sort of
trees and undergrowth sounded the a hotel there where his boats land.
rush and roar of tumbling water no — Let's walk down there and see if he
pretty patter of charming little water- won't do the right thing by us."
fall, but the mighty music of an un- That mile walk through the late twi-
tamed cataract, savagely joyous in its light of the north is a most exquisite
untrammeled freedom. And yet, when memory. A hundred feet below, the
at length we burst through the greenery mighty flood of the St. Maurice rolled
into full view of the river, it was a dis- m-ajestically to the south. The un-
appointment, for in spite of the wild turned sod of thousands of centuries
uproar of the waters, the spray dashing was springy under our feet, as we turned
high in air at its impact with the huge into it for relief from the deep sand of
rocks strewn in mid-stream, the cloud the trail. Save for the barn of a hotel
of spray which had first beckoned to us behind us, the white sides of the Ritchie
from La Tuque was still over the hills house gleaming faintly ahead, and a
40 IN SEARCH OF A BREAKFAST
single little shack between, there were footrail. The pillows were encased
no evidences of civilized life on either But when I turned
in spotless slips.
shore. the covers down, there was but one
None, that is, save a tiny God's Acre, sheet And the next covering was a
!
scarcelymore than twelve feet square, thick, black plush carriage robe And !
fenced in by a rude picket fence, and the temperature at that moment in that
set thick, oh, so pitifully thick, with room was eighty- five, if not more !
crosses. Crosses so large that they Yet the hour was late, taking the boat
could be seen a mile away, and crosses meant an early rise, and so I let it go
so small that only the eyes of yearning without protest. But sleep in that
mother-love could see them over the heat was impossible, and at length,
pickets. Crosses made by hands skilled utterly desperate, I opened the window,
in the use of saw and adze and plane, determined to have the comfort of the
and crosses fashioned rudely from limbs cool outdoors, in spite of the pestifer-
of trees that still wore the bark and ; ous flies.
yet, in all their rudeness speaking as The face that met my gaze the next
surely from the heart of bereaved hu- morning when I looked in the tiny
manity as the Taj Mahal, the most mirror, would, at the first glance in a
beautiful tomb in all the world. police court, have sent me to the "works'
Hospitality awaited us with wide- for ten days without a single charge
open arms at Ritchie's, and after only being made. For if ever a face
a short delay, w^ord came that our shrieked "the morning after," mine
rooms were ready. Oh, that room of did. Not only was it blotched and
mine !Exquisitely clean, the cleanli- swollen almost out of ordinary lines,
ness known only to the good house- but a gnat peculiar to the country had
wives of old Holland and French nipped one eyelid, and the blood had
Canada, but hot The stoke-hole of a
! settled all around the orb in the best
great ocean liner racing to break a imitation of a badly blacked eye that
record would seem cool in comparison. could be imagined.
It had been hot during the day, well But if I looked battered, Alexander
up in the nineties, but though the set- looked superlatively worse. In fact,
ting of the sun had brought the sharp he looked so utterly down and out and
coolness that always comes of summer done for that I did not dare to joke
nights in Canada, the room under the him about it, as breakfastless, chilled .
roof still retained the sizzling heat of to the marrow, and stiff in every joint,
midday. we slipped and slid one hundred feet
" You'd better keep your window down the steep, sandy bank in the
shut, or theflies'll get you," the pretty heavy morning fog, and walked aboard
French-Canadian girl said as she was the Sampson.
about to close the door. Keep the A drearier outlook certainly never
window shut And I a pronounced
! came before the eyes of any of us, lone
convert of the open-windows-at-night wanderers that we were beyond the
creed, with perspiration starting at bounds of civilization. There was no
every pore. And yet, with my' face dining-room on the boat. There was
and hands lumpy where the " flies " no kitchen. There were no evidences
had already " got me," and a long of food being even thought of. The
—
night ahead after only a moment's few passengers who dashed up in a
thought, I walked across the room wagonette from the despised hotel
and shut the window tight — ! at La Tuque looked well-fed, contented
The climax of the whole day came and warm. The pilot, the captain,
when turned down the covers of the
I the swarthy French-Canadian deck-
bed. Untouched, it looked like hun- —
hands all looked as if they had not
dreds of other iron beds, painted white only had a satisfactory breakfast, but
and touched with gold to take the curse a dinner the night before, and a lun-
off. It had a beautiful, old-fashioned, —
cheon before that a memory and a
hand-quilted comforter for a spread. satisfaction that neither of us could
A gay silkoline quilt hung over the claim.
—
THE ST. MAURICE BOILS AROUND GRAND MERE ROCK IN SHEETS OP CREAMY FOAM
By and by, with a long shriek of the ent. A starving man, even though
siren,the Sampson pulled her nose out intensely artistic, can not long content
of the river bank and, with a wide himself with the knowledge of satisfied
sweep, turned about and headed down sight alone. As the boat progressed,
the St. Maurice. Cold and miserably the four state-rooms yielded up three
hungry, —
subdued and almost cross — well-fed, practical-looking women, pal-
though we were, the scene nevertheless pably of an age that takes a sane atti-
stirred us to enthusiasm. Already tude toward the necessity of eating
the mists showed signs of lifting. three square meals a day. And when,
Strange disturbances here and there in response to Alexander's inquiry as
behind the curtain of fog were followed to the prospects for breakfast, the
by the rolling away, as if it were a captain said, gruffly :
transformation curtain, in incompar- " Oh, some good friends of mine are
ably soft billows, showing here the aboard, and they'll be getting break-
beautiful fall of the Bostonnais there ; fast by and by, and '11 probably ask
a vista of hills that were almost moun- you to have some." Alexander, with
tains, sometimes deeply, magnificently Machiavellian acuteness, began to hang
purple, and again bathed in the yellow around.
glory of purest sunrise and yet again,
;
Fifteen minutes later, he appeared
a bank of snow-white mist lying across in the stern of the boat where I was
the bosom of the mountain-like hills trying to imagine myself perfectly
that rise out of the broad, winding, warm and unenvious of the smug trav-
wift, and yet placid waters of the St. eling man, who had had a good beef-
Maurice. steak and fried potatoes and coffee
But "^'creature comfort' grew insist- at the pine-board hotel at La Tuque,
41
—
THERE IS NO GENTLE PATTER AND SPLASH ABOUT THE LONG CASCADE OP LA TUQUE- -IT IS A MIGHTY
STRETCH OF ROARING WATER TORTURED AMONG STONES
it was, by contrast, like day unto night. And the stories which those crosses
Instead of rocky precipices coming point are all tragic, some of them
sheer to the water, there were natural iDloodstained as the result of furious
terraces, alternating with the high clashes between men of primitive
earthen ramparts instead of twenty-
; passions, roused and maddened by the
four hours with scarcely a sign of life atrocious combination, called in the
anywhere alongshore, there was scarce- patois, " w'iskey blanc." Others, how-
ly a mile which did not bring its hail ever, there are which stand as memor-
43
; — ! !
THEThey
folk that laugh—God bless them!^
lighten the day.
all
They bring the cheer of sunshine clear
Though skies be brooding gray.
They lift the load of trouble,
They ease the grip of toil
They leave less room for grumbling gloom
t Our precious hours to spoil.
,
FARMING IN THE
HAPPY ISLES
BY BOXXY CASTLE DALE
ILLUSTRATED WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
you could bang the gong in the couver there are a string of islands
front end of the car with your heel and that beat old Robinson's all hollow%
lordlily scatter chickens and nurse- and it is no uncommon thing for a man
maids before your resonant swoop ? to own a private farm that needs no
You w^ere very small then indeed, you
;
fences, requires no road-tax, and never
still were set upon the dictionary at is troubled by trespassers. Does he
—
meal-times. And later this was be- want to call on his next-door neighbor?
fore the captain ot the home football He has a sailboat and a dinghy or so at
team was your secret rapture and the wharf, and it is only a short run to
—
emulation when you read Robinson his fellow-Robinson's place. Does he
Crusoe and gave up the motorman' prefer his own hearthstone and the
job in order to own a private island, company of his family ? He has but
do you remember how^ you started a to stay in his sanctuary, untroubled
collection of truck out in the barn that by the world. As for climate, he has
might be useful to you and Friday an ideal one, neither too hot nor too
when you began to fix up the cave? cold ; a climate where zero is rarely
Of course ! Ever}^ knickerbockered touched, and where sunstroke is un-
lad somic time or another figures out known where, no matter how pleas-
;
the island notion, and thrills to dis- antly warm the day may be, blankets
cover Friday's footprint on the sand; are always comfortable at night ;
it's as standard a phase of boyish de- where snow almost never falls, and
velopment as shedding milk-teeth or where vegetation flourishes most lux-
carrying toads in your pockets. With uriantly. Never was sky so turquoise,
the passing years, the motorman be- never grass so deep and green, never
comes an ordinary and not-much-to- sea so lapis lazuli laced with silver as
be-envied human, the football captain, among these quiet islands never were
;
shedding his glory, some n"iorning tries trees so stately and tall as the giant
to sell you insurance and gets turned firs that stretch their straight boles
down with a grunt, but somehow you up into the cloudless blue never
;
never meet Robinson Crusoe, and the people so content. With Auckland
45
—
WHEN THE ISLAND FARMER WISHES TO CALL ON HIS N EIGHBOR HE SIMPLY SETS SHEETS AND SAILS THE YAWL
AND THE SCHOONER ARE THE CRUSOE'S STREET-CAR.
they might well share the words Kip- What can be raised on these island
ling has written for the South Seas: farms ? Almost anything. Grass and-
Last, loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart. clover is heavy fruit grows luxuriant-
;
On us, on us the unswerving season smiles, ly ; root crops do well, and can be dug
Who wonder 'mid our fern why men depart any time the owner wants fresh veget-
To seek the Happy Isles.
ables. I have seen ranchers digging
The price of these Pacific Coast potatoes the day before Christmas.
farms runs from to twenty-five
five Eggs run in price from twenty- five to
dollars per acre for uncleared lands, seventy-five cents, and butter is about
lands heavily timbered with cedar, red the same. Potatoes bring a dollar to a
fir, white fir, and other valuable woods. dollar and a quarter per sack of one
The average cost of clearing is well up hundred pounds apples from a dollar
;
to one hundred dollars per acre, pro- to two dollars a box of forty pounds.
vided you hire the help of course a; On Vancouver Island, many farmers
man can clear his own acre at much less are raising all sorts of garden truck
expenditure of money, and immeasur- for coast consumption, and getting
ably more of muscle. Many vallej^s excellent prices for all they can grow.
and lowlands are covered with alder, Year after year the surveys are running
which is a sign of rich soil. Some farther north, opening up valleys and
farms offered for sale at thirty dollars table lands and benches for the in-
per acre have five to fifteen acres coming settlers. These lands can be
cleared, and when it comes to buying taken up for the nominal price of one
a cleared place with good buildings, dollar per acre. Many of the valleys
•
the price will run from one hundred are still far from rail or steamer, but in
to three hundred dollars .per acre. a few years every acre cleared will be
46
HAY PROM THE VALLEY OF THE FRASER. DUFFLE-BAGS FROM SURVEYORS OUTFITS, PACKING-CASES FROM
"home" IT IS A MOTLEY CARGO THAT THE LITTLE COASTWISE STEAMER
UNLOADS AT THESE ISLAND WHARVES
worth from one hundred to one hun- my ink-stand I can paddle out and get
dred and fitly dollars. One thing you all the ducks I want. The second-
will find everyw^here a good British
: groiAi:h timber is full of quail and
sentiment, a stable government under pheasants there are grouse by the
;
a party of men who have brought the dozen deer are extremely plentiful,
;
country in five years' time from almost although we never kill them the bot- ;
bankruptcy to a gilt-edged credit, and tom of the shallows teem with oysters,
soil in which anything and everything crabs, clams and cockles halibut and
;
grows like a weed. The policy adopted cod abound further out and if you are
;
tongue, " never before has this thing When The Horned Thunder received
happened. Never have we been so the present of tobacco from Koomin-
whipped and ravished by the Dog- akoos, he said to the Cree messengers :
soldiers of the Blackfoot. The oldest " Tell your chief I will meet him with
-of our old women does not remember all my young men at the Crossing of
the like. When Hitting Twice was the Nootendo-Seepee when the leaves
young, the villages of the Blackfoot come out on the poplars. We will go
were burrowed like the villages of the with the Crees, and I will show Koo-
prairie-dogs. We pushed our wars to minakoos how to fight the Blackfoot."
.
their very lodge-flaps, and when they The Horned Thunder was war-chief
saw us coming they dived into their of the Stonies, and because he led the
holes'^like scared rabbits. And so we young men in battle he was haughty
called them the Prairie-Dogs. But and very vain. Also he was jealous of
now no Cree must walk upon the ground Koominakoos because Koominakoos
b)eyond the River of the Red Deer, be- had slain more Blackfoot than himself
cause there the Blackfoot dwell, and and the fame of the chief warrior of the
the name of their war-chief, lyakasin, Crees was big in the land.
is one to hush the children to sleep. " Tell Koominakoos I will come,"
Uh there are no men left among the
! he said and the young Cree runners
;
a few words of Blackfoot in her ear, Farewell, my cousins, The Elk, The Bear and
and she knew him at once for the hated The Gray Wolf ;
foe of her people for she was a Cree, Farewell, Little Wolf- Willows, pleasant in
;
the hour of danger
and the camp was the camp of Koo- Farewell, Grass and Flowers, sweet and beau-
;
His foot slipped in the soft clay of " Farewell, O Great Sun, father, Manito my
the creek bottom and threw him off his of The Morning ;
balance. With a sudden jerk, she Farewell, O Mother The Earth, who hast
bounded free, and before he could re- nourished me on thy bosom ;
ground beneath him was as thunder note of triumph came into the Song :
the Crees drew off, for the red man sel- Farewell, O Mother The Earth, I return to
dom attacks in the darkness. That is rest in thy bosom ;
because, should he be killed, his soul Flood, Silver Moon, Mistress of Night and
would dwell in perpetual gloom.
Love, my pathway upon the Waters !
edges of the bluff with their knives. And his followers took up the refrain
They sang the war-song of the Conquer- and chanted :
eat your little bullets like berries. But Crees. "talks and croons like a
He
lyakasin is a brave, and he will die girl because his heart is sick with fear."
like a brave with his men. Yes, to- They thought lyakasin boasted be-
morrow we die but before lyakasin
; cause he was a great warrior.
looks his last upon the sun-rising he Before morning The Horned Thun-
y\
1^/
^. ^>
in.i^iJiiU^^,^^.^
"now," observed iyakasin. "the egg is cracked, i shall find out whether the bird
HATCHES out a DOVE OR A HAWK"
der also spoke —and he cried the words Nearer and nearer they wore. A
aloud so that all might hear : tense stillness had settled over all the
" To-day I will show myself the land. It was the pregnant hush be-
bravest among brave men. I will take fore the sullen shock of battle.
"
the scalp of lyakasin ! The noise of a galloping horse clove
And again his followers, with a single the stillness like an axe, and a young
throat, shouted "Howl" Cree, naked and befeathered, his lean
The first streak of dawn found
the brown limbs glistening with wet paint,
Crees and their allies moving to the tore down the face of the bluff, dis-
attack. They slid through the grass charging his rifle into the trees as he
like snakes, drawing tighter round the passed. Immediately an answering
sombre bluff the loop of implacable crash came from the Blackfoot trenches
hatred which would overwhelm and and the fight was on. ';»(»
the Blackfoot war-chief rose hard, even to the brink of the Blackfoot
metallic, like the ring of smitten steel, pits " said the Stony, and again he
!
above the sounds of fateful strife. He wriggled forward and stretched his
was haranguing his followers, encour- supple length in front of the Cree.
aging them to die as befitted warriors Koominakoos proved that he was
and men. They did not greatly need wise as well as brave, for ambition was
encouragement the undoing of The Horned Thunder
Koominakoos heard that voice. He as it had been of great men before him.
bent his dusky brows upon the spot, The bullets of the Blackfoot were sing-
and his eyes glittered as do the eyes of ing all about, and one found his brain
the serpent amid the tall, swaying below the roached foretop and left
grass, as he slid towards it. him very dead.
He heard a rustling behind him and The Cree writhed forward. The
looked round. It was The Horned glitter in his black eyes had grown
Thunder. more bright. He seized the limp log
" Wherever you go I will be before of flesh that had been his rival and
you, Koominakoos," he said, and drew it crosswise between him and the
passed him. The two chiefs were fire of the Blackfoot.
some way in advance of their lines, " Lead on, Keebotis, oh, fool and
and the rifle-pits of the enemy were not simple, who would outdo in bravery
more than one hundred steps in front.
The Blackfoot bullets whizzed over
their heads.
They lay very still for a time. Then
"mi^i
Koominakoos writhed forward and
passed his rival.
"
Wherever you go I shall lead you,
Koominakoos," said the Stony, passing
him again. They were drawing very
near to the rifle-pits ; the fire of the
enemy was more searching.
)-,'
" Now," thought Koominakoos, " I
shall lead him once more. Then, if
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the brink of the Dog-Soldiers' pits ! some certainly were amused. For,
And he pushed the body forward. when you come to think of it, it was
Slowly he forged ahead, rolling his rather funny, his being scalped by his
ghastly breastwork before him. He was own followers.
comparatively safe behind such cover. Koominakoos was near the Sand
Several of the Blackfoot had been Hills then, but the soft hands of Otay-
put out of action, and their fire was mina, with their medicine touch, led
slackening. His followers were closing him back. And when a woman shows
in behind him. wisdom like a man, and passes the
Up to the ven,' edge of the pit they antelope for prettiness, does a chief
came, the rival war-chiefs, the living look upon her with closed eyes ? Otay-
behind the dead. Then Koominakoos mina came to the lodge of Koomina-
arose suddenly, the war-cr^'' of the koos and she had a seat beside him
;
Crees upon his lips, and sprang over in the Council, for the girl's warning
the form of The Homed Thunder. A brought the Crees Blackfoot scalps.
knife flashed in his hand. It was lyakasin's boast that he might, if
lyakasin's scalp, now, or his own. he chose, pass the Cree lines unscathed
He looked into the dark muzzle of was not so empty as they had believed.
a rifle. He thrust out a hand to grasp When they came to strip him, the shirt
it; a deafening report rang in his ears, of mail, webbed, flexible, woven of
and, blinded and senseless, he pitched steel, afterward worn by Koominakoos,
headlong into the pit. was found upon him.
It was a fortunate thing for Koo- Marion, half Cree, half Frenchman,
minakoos that his men were close. the friend of Koominakoos, told me
When he came again into the world, all this. And as he ceased speaking
he lay in his ow^n lodge. He felt stiff and turned to stir the fire, I lay back
and old. His head was sore. His and dreamed and presently, framed
;
hand was sore. He was short an eye by the spent centuries in the dull glow
—
that was the powder and the ball on the whispering wall of poplars
had carried away one thumb. opposite me, I saw a picture a field —
His head was very, very sore. He red with the rain of slaughter, and a
had lost his scalp-lock. They were not, Spanish soldier in deadly combat, his
of course, to blame, his 5'oung men, for breast shielded by the jsteel corslet of
he had been in the hole with the Black- the Cree from the shafts of the legions
foot, and their hearts were very hot. of Montezuma.
these years there had been within her corner of the lofty palace, she fell head-
grasp the great remedy she had prayed long on the floor of her cell.
for during all her waking hours, and she The Queen, as she saw the old look
had never had the wisdom to reach return to her child's face, saw her grow
forth her hand and seize it ? The miracles human once more, rejoiced in her soul.
of the harp she had seen, but in her Jose's music was working its crowning
weakness of soul she had never dreamt miracle but at that cry she grew blind
;
that it could perform such a miracle as with despair. She had had her child
Jose was now about to attempt. restored but to lose her; that cry surely
Through the long corridor she led meant death.
Jose, and as she approached the room The leech and the attendants of the
where her daughter lay with her Princess had rushed to the cell on hear-
garments rent and her flesh bruised, she ing the weird, wild shriek. The door
almost ceased breathing. But her was flung back and the wise physician
;
child had seen her and Jose, and leaping bent over the prostrate girl. At length
from the floor of the room, seized the he rose, his face radiant with joy.
grated door and shook it, madly scream- "She is not dead," he said, "she is
ing: "Old witch, old cat, why do you but in a trance."
bring that devil to torture me?" Scarcely had he spoken when a faint
What a strange sight it was, that whisper left the motionless lips.
beautiful,mad, young maniac, and how " How hot it is!" she sighed.
horrible to hear her cries ! She was as "Patience," said the leech. "She
fair as a woodland blossom, and but for thinks she is a child again, lying on the
the fierce light in her eyes, the mad sward in the sun."
screams, and the tattered garments she " How hot it is! Carry me into the
wore, no one would have known that palace!"
she was not as sane as Jose. For a Then her eyes opened and they saw
moment Jose was stunned by this new that she would indeed live.
experience and forgot his music, till he "Mother, have I been long here?"
felt the Queen's arm leaning heavily But there was no reply; the Queen
upon his as if for support. could only kiss her hands and her face
Then he uncovered his harp, and and her wild hair.
gazing full in the face of the maniac, Then the Princess noticed her torn
appealed to the Sun to aid him, to undo garments, her naked feet and arms, and
the work it had done, to make whole cried out: "Where am I? What
again the flower it had blighted. As he ami?"
prayed silently, he touched the vibrant " Sweet one, you will know all soon,"
strings and a soothing strain breathed said the Queen, "you have long been
gently along the corridors. It startled ill; but the Prince, your brother, has
the Princess; but only seemed to charmed you back to life and to us."
enrage her the more, and she seized the Then the Princess turned to Jos^, and
gratings of her cell door and tugged the memory of the music that had just
fiercely at them as though she would wrought such a change in her came
break out and rend her tormentors. back, and she flung her arms about his
But the music ceased not, it grew neck and kissed his warm young lips.
stronger and yet more soothing; at Strange feelings stirred Jose. His
last it reached her long smothered heart was moved with a love he had
intelligence. Her hands ceased strain- never felt for 7ora or the harp, but as
ing at the gratings and fell limp and his fingers happened to touch the un-
lifeless at her side. Jose was conquer- covered instrument beside which he
ing; he saw it, and put all his soul and stood, a strangely harsh sound grated
will into his playing. The light of love from its strings. It awoke Jos^ from
came back to those wild eyes but as he
; the quick dream that had possessed
played her face grew pale as one him, and he crushed back the rising
smitten unto death, and at last with a feeling of love. He hastily drew the
cry that penetrated to the farthest covering over his harp, and with an
56 THE KING'S WISH
imperious mien seized it, and without a was loved, and he knew it. The soft,
word hastened away from the aston- dark eyes of the Princess, whose reason
ished group that were filled with joy at he had restored, glov/ed with happiness
the act of the Princess. It was well, when he was in her sight, and a tender
they thought; his harp had made him word from him would set her heart
a Prince, his harp had restored their singing. She had known no girlhood ;
Princess, and in that moment of from a child she had become a woman,
triumph they saw him with the Princess but much of a child's confidence and
as his queen seated on the throne. outspoken manner remained with her,
For the first time since Jose had and she could not keep from Jos6 her
received his harp in its woodland home, feelings for him.
it was a burden to him. He was tired At times the Prince still felt that
with the weight of it when he reached first warm kiss on his lips, but the
his own chamber, for will as he would, woodland musician's warning words
that kiss was still burning in his heart. were constantly in his mind, and he
But he must conquer, and bolting his crushed back thoughts of love. As a
door and uncovering his treasure, he sat result he remained much alone. Steal-
before it and prayed it to keep him ing to his room and bolting his door, he
faithful to his vow. He had been would converse for hours at a time
sorely tempted; but after a tempestu- with his harp. It solaced him, it
ous struggle his old strength returned. strengthened him but, with all the
;
The vision of the beautiful, mad girl, comfort and strength it brought, his
the touch of the kiss vanished from his heart ached within him. The battle
heart, and he was once more strong in he was fighting had its effect on the
his determination to know but one outward man, and his face lost much
master. His power over the strings of its sunny freshness. The smile was
was restored, and the music welled not so often on his lips, but in its place
forth as of old with balm and strength was an expression of decision of char-
in its notes. No king, no princess, acter given by experience — a wisdom
could again make him unfaithful, even bred of struggle and thoughtfulness.
in thought. He spent less of his time now in
amusing the King and Queen with his
CHAPTER XII.
music, and more of it in studying the
After the recovery of the Prin- laws of the country he was to govern, and
cess, who had long been deemed the constitutions of the other kingdoms
dead by everyone in the kingdom with which he was, as the heir-appar-
save her immediate attendants at ent to the throne, brought into contact.
the mountain palace, Prince Jose was If the King had formerly learned to
held in still greater reverence than be- love and admire him, he now began to
fore. He had been thought a man lean upon him. He soon found that
possessed of miraculous gifts, but this Jos^ knew his laws better than he him-
last miracle made many bend their self who had made them, and in times
knees to him as to a god and when he
; of difficulty he could depend on his
went abroad in the kingdom, people heir having the solutions of the most
prostrated themselves in the dust be- knotty problems. As the years rolled
fore him in humble worship. Such by, Jos6 was never absent from the
homage had never been done the King King's council, and it was a common
save on great occasions but the King
; saying in the kingdom that the Prince,
was not jealous. He loved Jos6 as a and not the King, ruled. But no one
son, and longed for the time when he complained they had never been so
;
could announce to his subjects that he well ruled. Peace was within their
was about to bestow the hand of his borders great public works had been
;
at the head of his choice troops into to be found at the plow, in the work-
the hosts of the enemy. The sound of shops, or in the great merchant-ships
the trumpet, the clash of the swords, that skimmed the inland sea and the
the sight of blood he still longed for. ocean, laden with rich cargoes. He
He was a warrior born and bred, and had become like a lion among curs ;
this time of peace did not altogether but they had the power to bite, and
satisfy his kingly nature. He would by uniting their forces they might be
often look at Jose and say to himself, able to utterly destroy the kingdom
if he would only put some of the energy that threatened to dominate them all.
into the study of battle he does into the The hatred and desire for war was
making of laws we might extend our universal. The people desired it be-
kingdom to the ends of the earth. But cause they found their trade fast being
no suggestion would ever make Jos6 monopolized by their enemy the sol- ;
blood, and that satisfied him. priests because they believed Jos6,
In the meantime, however, the sol- the miracle-working one, to be of the
diers, through not occasionally whet- devil.
ting their swords on the helmets and The great King was certainly going
weapons of their enemies, were losing to have an opportunity to test his men;
some of their old prowess. Playing and when he saw to what proportions
at war was not like the real thing, and the crusade had grown, he trembled
the King, with sorrow, saw his men for the safety of his kingdom. How-
degenerating ; and, despite Jose's in- ever, he grew young again under the
fluence, he began to look about him prospect of a fight which he knew would
for an occasion to give his troops an be the struggle of his life. He felt he
opportunity of learning what war would AAdn even against the hordes
meant with the arrows falling thickly that were getting ready to invade his
about them and the well-tempered territory. Then, too, there was the
steel ringing on their armor. Prince ; he knew that somehow Jos6
Scarcely had he determined to put would play an important part in quell-
his desire into act when from over the ing the invaders. If, he thought, he
seas and mountains came strange were by my side in battle, with a smok-
stories of gigantic war-like prepara- ing sword in his hand, he would be a
tions. Ships were being built, great king indeed.
siege-engines were in process of con- He had little time for reflection,
struction, the forges of the armorers however. Up and down his kingdom
were busy day and night, and a vast he went, stationing troops, strengthen-
host of men were assembling from the ing his cities' walls, selecting places
North and the South and the East. where would be well to give battle
it
Ever since it had been noised abroad to the enemy. He had no time to lose.
that he had in his kingdom a wonder- The seas were black with the crowded
working musician, the other powers barges bearing the armies to his shores;
had turned on him a jealous eye. They over the mountains came nations like
had seen with hatred the growing pros- a swarm of locusts. It was useless to
perity of their rival monarch. His endeavor to keep them back his only ;
ships were ploughing every sea ; his hope was to meet them in one great
commerce had increased a hundred- fight and by daring and strategy, to
fold peace, prosperity, happiness were
;
vanquish their hosts. If he could not
in his borders. At the same time, they do this, then the end of his rule would
noticed that, while he was growing in be near at hand. However, he had
T. G. MARQUIS 5(9
determined to die in the thick of the vast host, which, at the particular point
fray before that day arrived. where the charge was made, invariably
Soon news of reverses began to pour broke and was scattered. But it was
in ; the outlying towns had surrend- an endless host, and the front was
ered without resistance, and the fields broken only to form again with fresh
were being laid waste as the invading troops. So the afternoon was passing,
army drew near the heart of his king- and the hopelessness of the IGng's
dom. But he did not despair. He struggle was beginning to make itself
w^as strong in cavalry, he knew the felt to the watchers. As Jose reahzed
country, and in one great fight he this, his heart began to burn fiercely
would vanqmsh his foes the very
;
within him.
territory they were laying waste would Suddenly the Queen cried out in
battle in his behalf, as, in their retreat, anguish. Far down the valley road
their army would perish for lack of she instinctively recognized, galloping
food. Besides, his great chief city had riderless, the charger of the King, and
impregnable walls, was amply stocked simultaneously in the valley the army
\vith food for years, and the defences of her husband seemed to waver, to
were manned by an army capable of halt, to retreat in wald confusion. All
keeping a host ten times its strength was lost. As they approached the city
at bay. they were seen suddenly to turn in their
Meanwhile, Jose seemed to take but tracks. The enemy's cavalry were
little impending struggle.
interest in the there before them, and now their only
He was more melancholy than ever at safety lay in the hill fortress, to which
the thought of so much bloodshed, and they were fleeing with death at their
spent much of his time alone with his heels.
harp, or with the Queen and Princess. Jose grasped the situation in an
It never entered his head that any force instant, his mind to once
and made up
could vanquish the armies of the king- more try the powers of his instrument.
dom led by their great warrior King. This army was coming to seize him
However, the Queen at length aroused and bear him afar, so rumor had said.
him from his uninterested state. He remembered the shields, and battle-
She received word one evening that axes,and spears in the woodland cave ;
on the morrow a great battle would be he would test it in the thick of the fight.
fought in the valley a few miles from He rushed to his chamber, snatched his
the mountain palace, and close to the harp from its resting-place, and flew
great white city of the plains. The to the castle's entrance. The Queen
King had so planned it that in case of had ordered her chariot to be prepared
defeat he could retreat to either place. that she might go forth and meet her
Her eyes knew no sleep that night ;
lord as he came back victorious from
but all through the dark hours she lay battle. The white horses in the golden
awake, listening to the distant sound car stood restlessly pawing the ground
of the gathering armies, or going to the and champing at their bits. Into the
castle towers to watch the moving car Jos^ leaped and bade the driver
lights of the host. At length day speed. No one ever disobeyed the
broke, and with its coming the shrill, Prince, and even though the Queen
fierce sounds of battle began to be alone drove behind these horses, the
heard among the hills. Louder and driver knew that he would be forgiven
louder they grew, and even Jose's if he disobeyed her instructions, to
veins felt a fierce heat beating through obey the word of his future King.
them. All day the struggle went on, Down the high road the chariot
and from their point of vantage, they rolled. Riderless horses, that had
could now catch glimpses of the battle broken from the flying mass that could
as the sun flashed back from the armor be seen struggling up from the valley,
and weapons of the struggling warriors, flew by him. The King's steed, the
and again see the clouds of dust rolling mighty black charger the Queen had
in unbroken masses as the cavalry of recognized so far off, was among them.
the King dashed fiercely against the His reins were cut, his neck and thighs
60 THE KING'S WISH
were bleeding from great, gaping renewed within them under the magic
wounds, and the saddle was slashed of the music. Only a few escaped,
with a mighty sword cut. The King and these rushed to the protection of
had evidently sold his life dearly. the foot-soldiers with tidings that filled
Soon they came upon strong men with their fellows-in-arms with a super-
the terror of pursuing death on their stitious dread that created a panic.
countenances on men staggering along
; The armies of heaven had come to the
with painful wounds on men risking
; rescue of the soldiers they had just
their lives to help their stricken com- beaten. The one chariot became a
rades to safety on bodies lying by the
; thousand, the one harper an army of
roadside and in the road where they white-robed angels not with harps —
had fallen exhausted. But the wheels in their hands, but with flaming swords.
of war could not stop over them they
; While the ill news was being spread,
ruthlessly pressed. the chariot, surrounded by the cavalry
Jos6's heart had frozen within him. in which the great King took such
The King must be saved, or, if dead, pride, swept into sight,
must be avenged. The driver was not Jose was now clear of the hills, and
having an easy time of it the crowd ; the broad valley where the battle had
of flying warriors was blocking the way, raged since sunrise was spread before
and the long road into the valley was him and what a magnificent and hor-
;
now densely packed. ]os6 suddenly rible spectacle met his gaze. From
remembered what he had come to do. end to end it waswith the armies
filled
He must check this flight he must ; of many nations —
fierce fanatical war-
make courage crowd fear from the riors from the East and South, with
soldiers' hearts. The harp had long glittering armor and shining swords
taught men peace and love it must ; and shields giants from the North,
;
now inspire them to strike bloody great, sunny-haired fellows, with clubs
blows. and battle-axes such as the Titans
He almost dreaded to make the ap- might have wielded when they fought
peal for strength in fight to the instru- with the gods slingers from the is-
;
prey to the soldiers whose hearts were flight of arrows at Jose ; but, as with
*tM^=¥^'r,-
Lara, their bow-strings snapped, and of battle and filled them with daunt-
they, too, panic-stricken, fell back less courage. Their only thoughts
upon the main army which, at the were to press close to that gleaming
strange conduct of the troops leading car, to keep within sound of that in-
the pursuit, had been drawn up once spiring strain, and to slay. Through
more in battle array. Josd, fiercely the compact mass in front, along the
riding over dead and dying, friend and line to left and right, swept the chariot;
foe, clanged forth an unceasing strain and where it went, terror, confusion and
from his harp, a music that was borne death were left behind it. At last, the
to his followers even above the uproar great army cast away its useless weap-
61
62 THE KING'S WISH
—
ons and fled for their lives all save now that he had saved the kingdom
one force that had taken its stand on and the King, he grew yet dearer.
a rocky hill that jutted from the plain. After the victory he once more tried
They have determined to fight till to lead the quiet life he had led before
death, thought Jos^ but no, he saw
; the invasion, but the King was old,
the reason of their conduct. The and had been severely wounded in the
Commander-in-Chief of this vast host fight, and Jose had to spend much of
had taken up his stand on this hill to his time in doing the King's work in
watch the slaughter of his enemies ; the nation. Power was his, and soon
and now, in the sudden overthrow of he began to delight in the power his
his plans and his hopes, he was not own mind gave him over his own people
prepared for flight. He had deter- and over the countries far and near on
mined to save himself, however, and which he levied tribute.
as the onrushing horsemen, headed
by Jos^, came into full view, he came CHAPTER XIII.
forth on a cliff's edge and stood in all The great war had left a serious
his majesty with another warrior taller mark on the victorious nation. Many
and more majestic by his side. of the best men in the kingdom had
Jose and his men recognized the been killed, many of the good works
second figure. It was the King. After constructed in the public interests had
all, he was not dead he would yet be
; been destroyed, and vast regions,
restored to his kingdom. Up the which before had been rich in vine-
steep slope they clambered, slaying yards and cornfields, were now waste
or driving back the companies that wildernesses. The King had been sev-
were sent out to check the advance. erely wounded, and for many months
Before they could reach the main body, after the enemy had been driven from
however, their leader, in a loud voice, the shores, he was unable to attend to
roared out as he drew his sword : the affairs of the nation, and Jose had
"Advance farther and your monarch to take his place in making laws, in
shall die." enforcing them, in presiding over the
For a moment there was a panic councils of the different cities within
among the victorious troops as they the kingdom, and in selecting men for
saw the sword raised over the King's important offices. He had long since
head and even Josh's hands fell from
; learned that the kingdom was weak or
his harp. Then he wished that the strong according to the strength of the
good King were free, and as he wished Governors, and so he was ever on the
he again smote the strings and, lo,
; watch for faithful men to do the King's
the bonds on the hands and feet of the will.
monarch were burst, and, unheedful The chief loss, however, that had
of the sword in the hands of his enemy, befallen the kingdom in the war was
he seized him in his powerful arms and the death of Jose's old friend, the
hurled him headlong over the high Governor of the great White City.
cliff. He had made a last mighty effort to
A wild, exulting cheer rent the air, rally the men of his city just before
and the advance recommenced ; but Jos^ had appeared on the field, but
the poor, cowering wretches surrend- had been slain at the head of a chosen
ered themselves and the treasure of few, who died to a man before the host
the army to the King whom a moment of the enemy was able to enter the
before they had been threatening and gates they had sworn to defend.
deriding. Jose had, with the consent of the
For several days the slaughter went King, given the city into the hands of
on, and soon from the mountains in the the Governor's son, who, when a lad,
North to the great rock in the South no had endeavored to steal his harp but ;
foe was to be found, save those who he proved to be a weak ruler. The
were in the crowded prisons of the King. people did not trust him, and rumor
To the people Jose became more of of his misrule caused the King to de-
a god than ever and to the Princess,
; mand an investigation, and he was
;
T. G. MARQUIS 63
found to have abused his power. The gest great works to the King, it pros-
King, from his bed of sickness, de- pered tenfold when he had the rule in
manded that he be slain but Jos^ ; his own hands. The public works that
pleaded for softer measures, and had the cruel war had destroyed were re-
his way. The Governor's son was stored the country which had been
;
deposed, and sent across the seas ; laid waste by fire and sword was once
and Jose was to learn what ingratitude more a blossoming garden, fair to the
meant, for the man he had befriended eye ;and in the fields and factories
began to plot his ruin but, much as
; the sound of the happy people singing
they wished it, none of the surrounding at their work coiold be heard.
monarchs who had experienced Josh's However, Jos^ was not happy.
mar\'elous powers would risk taking Late and early he toiled at his duties
up the exile's cause. and the people wondered how one so
The city, however, was -^-ithout a young could take so little pleasure out
Governor and as the King was
; of life. Their idea of pleasure was
thought to be gro'wing strong enough feasting and dancing and such amuse-
to look after the affairs of his kingdom ments, and in these Jose had no delight.
in general for himself, the citizens be- Despite his efforts to get away from
gan to clamor for the Prince to come his own thoughts, the beautiful, sad
and rule over them. Their desire was face of the Princess would break in
not unwelcome to Jose. He wished to upon his duties and his dreams, and
get away from the royal household. his heart ached within him, and not
Much as he loved the Queen, much as he even his harp cotdd bring comfort to
honored the great King, who, despite his his soul.
gruffness,had many admirable qualities, At length the King, from age and
he was not happy. The sorrowful face hiswounds, felt that he was no longer
of the young Princess was ever before capable of ruling his kingdom. He
him. He knew what was in her heart, must rest and he sent for the Prince,
;
and, but for his vow, he would have and to the delight of his people, made
returned her love and the effort to
; him regent in his stead. There was,
crush back his feelings had stamped however one condition fixed in his
his face with a sadness that was but a offer. Jos^ must marry the Princess.
faint expression of the conflict that But Jos^ could not he did not love ;
had gone on in his heart He begged the King's daughter, so he said. But
the King to give the citizens their the bluff King replied " Love who- : !
desire. He would rule them as they ever heard of love among Kings and
had been ruled of old he would try to
; Queens ? The state and the people
guide them with the same gentle stern- are everything. If it is well for the
ness that had made the former gover- state, the sovereign should marry her
nor such a successful ruler. His wish whom he hates. A
King is wedded to
was granted, and to the great "White his kingdom and if you are to sit
;
called the Prince to the side of the King. part of his life, as were the buildings,
Though ]os6 was installed in the the canals, the harbors, and the people
late governor's position, he was far of the kingdom. But deep, deep in his
more than a governor. The King's heart he loved her with a great love ;
kingdom had flourished before when customed to listen eagerly for its music
he was but a prince, able only to sug- wondered why the master's hand re-
64 THE KING'S WISH
frained from touching its sacred chords of the world they came. Never had
on that day. On the morrow, when there been so much wealth and beauty
they heard that he was to marry the seen in the city, and yet the richest
Princess, the wise among them among them saw how much Jos6's
thought they understood love had
: palace eclipsed their most magnificent
left him silent —
all his thoughts were buildings, and they bowed before it
for the fair Princess. They rejoiced and its owner in reverent awe. The
greatly at the news, but they rejoiced Prince accepted their homage like a
still more when they learned that he king, and at the same time his old
had decided to build a great palace in power over his instrument seemed to
their city, a palace worthy of the harp return to him. During the weeks of
and the Princess. The seclusion of the the feasting he brought his harp into
mountain castle had no temptation for the banquet hall, and it swayed the
Jos6 he felt that he must dwell con-
; wills of the monarchs as it had done
tinually in the busy haunts of men. Lara at the gate of the city, the popu-
Soon in the city an army of men lace in the great square, the King and
were preparing the foundations of Queen in the judgment hall, the mad
what was to be the greatest palace the Princess in her cell and the terrified
world had ever known. Then the mob of fleeing soldiers. Each evening
walls began to rise slowly, but with a at sunset he shrouded it in its mantle,
perfection of beauty that far outshone and the sound of its music being stilled,
anything that had ever been seen in he went to his chamber with a heavy
the kingdom. ]os6 watched its growth heart. Still the feast went on, and
from day to day, and in his occupation during the night the brilliantly lighted
he seemed to forget about the Princess, hall resounded with the notes of many
who, in the King's palace, was anxious- instruments, but all seemed harsh and
ly awaiting word that the building was discordant after the divine music of
finished, for then the desire of her heart the day.
was to be granted, and she was to be The monarchs pleaded with the play-
wedded to Jos6. But the Prince had er to bring his harp into the hall during
not forgotten, and kept putting off the the pleasure-time of kings, night, when
day of his marriage by causing delay the polished walls and floors, the richly
in the completion of his palace but
; laden tables and the gorgeous dresses
at length he could delay no longer, and sparkled under the golden lamps that
the vast structure stood complete in eclipsed the brightness of the sun.
every detail. But Jos^ would not. At length, but
From far and near in the kingdom one night remained for feasting
. on
;
people flocked to see the wonderful the morrow Jos^ would have wedded
edifice and from over the seas they
; the daughter of the King, and, as re-
came. Each one wished to hear the gent, he would be installed in place of
music that had wrought all the mar- the King. The guests became more
vels they had heard about. But ]os6 urgent than ever in their requests,
rarely touched the harp now he was
: and the Prince began to wish within
depending on his own strength. He himself that he could grant their
was keeping the vow in the letter while desires.
breaking it in the spirit, and he no As he played during that day the
longer seemed to have his old mastery very harp seemed prompting him to
over its strings. It would answer his uncover it after nightfall and when
;
touch regretfully, as it were, and only the sun was setting it kept pleading
when he was alone would he dare trust with him, he thought, to follow the
himself to uncover it. dictates of his heart. He had yielded
At last the day for his marriage was to the tempter, and the instrument was
appointed, and it was decreed that for longing to return to the master who
several weeks before that day the na- had been faithful to it for a thousand
tion should be given over to rejoicing. years, and who was, no doubt, rest-
Kings from far lands were bidden to lessly waiting in the forest cavern for
the marriage feast, and from every part its return to him. It seemed to say
;
T. G. MARQUIS Go
-)
Jose, the sun has not set you, by consenting to bring his harp into the
—
;
The harp was in reality merely light. Jose, too, felt the fierce glare,
sponding to the wishes of his heart. and reeled like a man going to his own
ic his other vows, there
had broken death. But the madness of selfish
only this one to break, and the
is desire was upon him. He struck
.d of his greatness would come. He fiercely at the strings of his instrument ;
as but the instrument through which but they did not respond to his touch.
e power of the harp was given to the A mighty cry as from a broken heart
rid, and now that he had failed un- rang through the haU, and the guests
r temptation he was to lose his power. in terror rose from their seats but they
;
of this he had no thought. He listened stood dumb with fear. The palace
'
to the voice that was luring him on, Kghts grew dim, a blackness spread
with the thought that he had created over the haU, the night was made
a sun greater than that of day a sun ghastly vrith vivid lightning that
that made the banqueting-hall of the flashed in at the windows then great
;
What was storm to them ; light and man who had been so much to the city
warmth and safety were theirs in this and the kingdom coidd be found the ;
lofty banquet hall. When Jose seated beloved Prince had mysteriously van-
himself on his high throne at the ished with his wonderful harp. There
end of the hall, a strange, unearthly was mourning in the kingdom, and
silence fell upon 'the crowd and ; much searching, but only the memory
the low mutterings of thunder that of the man who had done so much for
Tolled over the broad dome were them, and his deeds, lived in the land
heard distinctly by all, and a fear Doubtless the harp had gone back to
fell upon them. its woodland home, to gladden the
'
^
too, was chilled with
The Prince, birds and the beasts, and to freshen
dread but there was no turning back
;
the flowers until some worthy hand
now. He would be the laughing-stock could be found to carry it once more
of the world if he refused to play after to the world of men.
To be concluded
;
didn't alter the fact that the story, he has built himself up from a ragged
as written by Mr. Bridle, was good and penniless urchin, through obstacles
enough and valuable enough and and hindrances that would have kept
" literature " enough to have been many a lad between the plough-
published in one of the best American handles all his life, in spite of
magazines before London ever touched hard knocks and poverty and dis-
pen to it. appointments, and winning out by
More than this, Augustus Bridle is sheer courage and bull-dog grip.
fitted to understand Mann because This is the first time that Mr. Bridle's
iDoth of them have a faith in Canada work has appeared in our columns it ;
how
—
Regina Club ^notice the. comparative?
But " Coat-sleeves
little it matters !
or shirt-sleeves,
— emphatically states. It has climbed
Trifles are trifles! " says little Prince Tatters. from the original population of two
Little Prince Tatters has lost his ball,
the cow-puncher and his pony —to
Rolled away down the street. seventeen thousand; from a fur depot
Somebody'll have to find it, that's all. to a well-appointed city; from a patch,
Before he can sleep or eat. of grass in the Northwest Territory to
Now raise the neighborhood quickly, do !
the Capital of a big Province. And, as
And send for the crier and constable, too.
" Trifles are trifles but serious matters,
;
the Greater Regina Club proclaims, it
They must be seen to," says little Prince is going to keep it up till it gets to the
Tatters. top of the tree.
It is a splendid thing to see the com-
Isn't it delightfully small-boyish ?
There's not a father or mother of a paratives steadily coming to stand for
sturdy six-year-old that will not rec- more quantity and better quality.
ognize his own tousle-head in these Every "Greater," "Bigger" and "Bet-
ter" is a step forward, and cannot be
three roguish verses. Whoever the
author may be, his voice is true and too strongly encouraged. In the words
his heart warm. of the baseball fan, " Come on, you
Regina!"
THE COMPARATIVE PRESENTj
'T'HESE are the d ys of the com- THE GRENADIER'S FAREWELL ^17]
• parative in Western Canada. The pAR out on Belle Isle, as solitary a
positive of pioneer bacon-and-flour * human habitation as fronts the
days is gone; the country is proved grey North Atlantic seas, storm-racked,
good. The superlative is still an ideal. wave-beaten, lies the Belle Isle Light.
The comparative is everywhere. Better There dwell the light-keepers, a little
This and Greater That, More Acreage, handful of men with the narrowed, far-
Heavier Yields, Bigger Population, sighted eyes of those accustomed to
—
Healthier Climate ^you can't get away peer through fog and smother across
— !
the sullen swells where the steamers past Belle Isle, the Grenadiers should
come and go a handful of lonely, bid farewell to Canada's last far-reach-
solitary men, cut off from the world ing rock and the keepers of the light set
for weeks at a time, except for the on its wind-bitten granite. The Grena-
invisible thread of the wireless that diers assembled on the navigating deck,
keeps them in tenuous touch with the and as the "Royal Edward'" heaved
distant city and the journeying ships abreast of the station, the conductor's
of the sea. Theirs is a monotonous, baton, rising sharply, brought the
narrow life; the task of keeping the opening bars of "Rule Britannia"
great eye of the light burning between crashing out on the still sunny air, and
dusk and dawn, of keeping the flame of carrying with the southerly wind to the
life burning in themselves, of relaying lonely watchers on the cliff.
the wireless messages from outgoing It is doubtful if a band ever played
and incoming liners from station to to a more appreciative audience than
station back to the steamship offices in those few who could be plainly dis-
Ouebec and Montreal, where the tall cerned against the lime-washed build-
aerials reach clutching, sensitive fingers ings which mark the lighthouses and
to the sky. Unromantic enough, this, Marconi station perched eyrie-wise on
when done day after long day; mono- a terrace of the clifls. "Rule Britannia,"
tonous enough; and when the hour of " Highland Laddie," " Auld Lang Syne"
danger comes, the hour for which they and "God Save the King" followed
must always be ready to the last least each other in quick succession, and
oarlock in the boat, what the world on the rock the little audience listened
may hail as heroism looks to the hero with all their ears.
pretty much like plain hard work Before the " Royal Edward" was out
flavored with a neat chance of inflam- of sight of Belle Isle, the wireless instru-
matory rheumatism for his pains. ment recorded the thanks and apprecia-
To these men not long since was tion of the light-keepers, and a " bon
given a curious and significant tribute, voyage" to the returning Grenadiers.
when the "Royal Edward" took His The little drama was over in a few
Majesty's Grenadier Guards Band home minutes, but there is no man who was
from Canada. Captain Roberts, who aboard the "Royal Edward" who will
knows, as all deep-sea sailors do, the ever forget that sunny afternoon, that
unostentatious, every-day heroism of little group of figures against the white
the light-keepers, and the narrow walls, and the splendid, triumphant
routine of their lives, suggested to Band chords of Britain's national air sweep-
Master Williams that, as they steamed ing across her seas.
THE WINGS
BY MARY WHEELWRIGHT
Scarce can a man breast ^'^ck the pavement's tide,
Yet look you where th ggar, bent and frail,
Flings charity in turn, tne burnished doves
Peck boldly; n 'he sun-bathed, thrusting press
A gap breaks. Curious how amid the crush
They insolently know that they have wings
! — ; —
that is partly why the Girl has done so a family box-party including a little
well. There isn't a line of smut in it, girl about Leila's age in one of them,
though with the complications of the and that little girl was most interested
plot there was every chance to make it in everything Leila did. All through
risque to a finish. People don't want it the play she watched her, and at last
never did want it, for that matter; and at the end of one scene she couldn't
besides, Leila Maclntyre wouldn't contain herself any longer, but jumping
touch any part that wasn't absolutely up on her tiptoes she waved her hands
" Yes, she used to be in vaudeville. and beckoned and squealed with joy
That's where she met John Hyams you know how children do. For a
at the Illinois Theatre, in Chicago. minute Leila hesitated, and then in
They married, and kept on with their spite of rules and regulations, she
—
vaudeville work used to have a sketch scampered across the stage straight
together called "The Quakeress," that into the little girl's arms and got a big
made a hit every time. " The Girl of bear hug while the audience, between
My Dreams" was written to fit them, amusement and tears, laughed and
—
and well, you've seen Leila Maclntyre hunted for its handkerchiefs.
" Leila's mother gets to people's
as the little thee-and-thou lady. Isn't
she quaint and dainty? Of course she hearts just the same way. I look to
is, and as for little Leila
"
—well see her go high. She is a born comedi-
But to come back to the point. enne; it isn't necessary for her to use
People like a clean show, to which they tricks and weird make-up to win her
72
—
can take the children sometimes there audience; all she needs to be is just her
:,'\
•"'
? ;
IN
current of tender sweetness beneath her the quick French gestures, the coaxing
sparkUng surface. The charming turn of the eyes and the little chin.
French accent of her part still persisted, " Was it not I who wrote
Ju^u '
7.
— —
76 THE STORY OF THE PLAY
Bonbon'? Ah,
yes, I must plead MRS. DOT
guilty. don't know anyone who
You «« A CUP-AND-SAUCER version of
has a good play a, real play, do you? ^^ Shaw's Man and Superman '," is
'
It is so hard to get them. 1 have been what a clever critic calls W. Somerset
reading, reading —
and" with a quick Maugham's comedy in which curly-
outward fling of the hands, " I have headed Billie Burke romps so delight-
found nothing —
absolutely nothing. fully this season, and the phrase hits
But that's 'shop,' isn't it? the nail on the head. Light, fluffy,
"
Oh, yes, I have fads, of course. sparkliqg,. full oi clever talk and situa-
—
But not very badly suppose we say tions, gaily cynical without Shaw's
pets instead? Indeed I love animals edged paradoxing, "Mrs. Dot," to
you should see my tiny dogs!" change the metaphor, is a jewelled
There was going to be some more stiletto for a lady's hair where " Man
about those dogs, but just then two and Superriian" is a two-edged sword.
stalwart young men signalled Miss In the character of Mrs. Dot, BilUe
—
Lipman we were in the wings now Burke has the role of an amusing little
and with a quick little gesture of kitten of a widow, left outrageously
promise and regret she ran over to rich by her conveniently-dead brewer
where they knelt, settled herself on husband, and somewhat unreasonably
their shoulders, patted her skirts into in love with Gerald Halstane, who is
place, and a second later was borne the common type of the impecunious
triumphantly on stage to ineet a de- younger son, and who has, " all on
lighted ripple of laughter and applause. account of a perfectly absurd moon,"
"Isn't she sweet?" said the pretty engaged himself to Nellie, daughter of
little girl who played Simone's daugh- Lady Sellenger, although he loves Mrs,
ter, coming off after the scene. Dot in an uncertain, wool-gathering
Everybody in the company loves her. fashion of his own. There's nothing
She's so gracious and thoughtful." uncertain or wool-gathering about Mrs,
More than just being sweet herself, Dot, though when she loves him, she
;
see how she is behaving, is refined and want to marry anybody else for?" And
subtle. The situation is somewhat with that she sets her clever little red
Simone wants to be young
difficult, for head to work. Before the rest of the
— ^young! to have everybody adore cast can wink, she has, engineered a
her just as they have always done, to love-afifair between her cousin Freddie
go through life a happy, spoilt child. and Nellie Sellenger, waked up her own
But ah, here is her great grown-up lukewarm adorer by making him jeal-
daughter Marjory, about to be married, ous of another man, and dances about
and wreck the illusion. Simone is her garden in an ecstasy of joyous
desolated. Yet when Marjory needs abandon, chanting, "I'll marry him
her, the mother in Simone triumphs, yet I'll marry him yet! " to the frank
!
and she proves that she can be as ten- amusement of the other man and her
der and wise and self-forgetful as humorous old aunt.
mothers ought to be. In the last act Oh yes, of course it all comes out
she is reconciled to her husband, whom, —
happy-ever-after with that red hair
under her frivolity, she has never and that determination it couldn't be
ceased to love, and Simone the fairy otherwise —
but Miss Burke's spirited
becomes Simone the mother and wife. self is the most interesting thing in the
SI SIC JANIS
No amount of_seed-pearls and sequins ran make Elsie Janis anything but an infectious
young American tom-boy
story. It is difficult to see now an>
how makes up for it so generously elsewhere
man. even a fatuous creature like that you can't take her unloverlikeness
Gerald Halstane, could resist laying too much to heart.
himself down for her pretty little Cunning and curly-headed and clever
slippers to dance on. She is the incar — that's Billie Burke —
and with those
nation of health and gayety and light- three C's. she certainly needn't worry
heartedness. and in everything but the about her ability to keep the wolf from
love-scenes she is true and charming. the door and her place in the hearts of
There, she is disa'^pointing —
but sh*^: her F>ublic.
—
Aaa
MRS. FISK3
In "Becky Sharp" Mrs.F.ske has come a-^ain to her own, with a keener, more finished and subtile
dehneation of Thackeray's famous heroine than has ever before been achieved
to the core, and no amount of Turkish boyish, just as full of abandon as ever
head-dresses and silken draperies and and a dreadful disappointment to the
seed-pearls can make anything else of Pasha-Bey-Hajji, or whatever his
her, though the scene of George Ade's official title is, who longs to see his
new musical comedy is laid in the Land daughters fat and married and off his
'''
of the Crescent, and gives all sorts of
'
hands. '
"
name, which came out some time since Crawley's humble companion, in the
and delighted the marshmallow school brilliant costume of the Duchess of
of readers with its sweet sugar-dusti- Richmond's ball, or the final untidy
ness. It hasn't suffered much change and ragged plaid dress of the last act.
behind the footlights, although it is Her Becky is the only one it is possible
very cleverly embellished with gay to conceive, the unquestionably true
songs, attractive ballets and dances Becky, and one wishes that " Old
which give the lithe and slender Elsie Thack" himself might have seen Mrs.
full opportunity to fling her graceful self Fiske in the character of his cruel and
in reckless boyish abandon about the fascinating heroine.
stage, and win over her autocratic The other members of the company
parent with a quaintness all her own. are worthy of Mrs. Fiske. Holbrook
The slangy, businesslike 3'oung Ameri- Blinn as the Marquis of Steyne, Henry
can lover from Pittsburg is well-played, Stephenson as Rawdon Crawley, Flor-
though sometimes a bit over-breezy and ine Arnold as Miss Crawley, and most
enthusisatic: the grand vizier recalls of the other characters all are doing
the inimitable Xish in " The Merry good work and making the cast un-
Widow," although without Xish's salt usually well-balanced and pleasing.
of wisdom and humorous cock of the
eye. The half-dozen bouncing beauties MRS. DOT'S PHILOSOPHY |
of thechorus who portray the Ottoman T^HE chief aim of any woman who
idea of feminine loveliness weigh all takes pains with her clothes is to
that could be desired, and the petulant make herself look as near an abandoned
and plump younger sister of the Slim hussy as she can.
Princess, who is known as " The FuU-
Blown Rose," is all that could be A man never thinks a woman sees
expected by the most exacting Mussul- anything unless she looks at him with
man. both her eyes wide open.
In short, "The Slim Princess" isn't
instructive or philosophical, but it is You know I'm a good sort, really;
tuneful, gay, amusing —and what more I talk a lot of nonsense, but I don't
does a reasonable person want after the
office is closed or the supper-dishes
—
mean it why, I don't listen to it half
the time myself.
out of the way?
You're a cynic, a rich man, and
MRS. FISKE AS "BECKY"
bachelor; no man has a right to be all
A FTER Mrs. Fiske's season in the three.
^^ bedraggled petticoat-tails of " Sal-
vation Xell," it is pleasant to discover If you marry her, it won't be love in
her again as Becky Sharp, that "un- a cottage; it will be matrimony in the
scrupulous, daring, smooth-spoken, suburbs.
attractive little witch-devil," who has
repelled and lured and dragged men to Men are all sentimentalists; what a
destruction with her winning pretenses lovely mess the world would get into if
for so long. it weren't for the practical common-
\ Becky, as played by Mrs. Fiske, is a sense of the average woman!
marvel of artistry, a piece of truth
without an atom of affectation or If people waited to know each other
flashiness. Cold, cruel, adorable, she before they got married, the world
is a type portrayed for all time by wouldn't be so grossly over-populated
Thackeray, and interpreted with keen as it is now.
insight and restraint by the star. There
is never a minute when she loses the No man is ever quite safe from the
attention of her audience, whether she toils of woman until he is in his coffin,
is in the obviously unobtrusive and even then probably some feminine
mouse-
colored bonnet and gown of Miss worm will make a dead set at him.
" ;
;
That she's mine —
it's distressing !
SONG
But what can you do with these pretty By a. R. Munday
coquettes ?
I guess that she's mine — ^and she just T^HY beauty and thy beauty's worth,
keeps me gi^essing. The fittest meed and love to claim,
•*
you are gone your statue will be set up ter ? " asks the conventional father.
in the parks and people will ask who it
" Do you think you can support her
in
is. the style to which she has been ac-
Ezra Plunkett says that he has customed?"
thought it over for five years and hasn't "No, sir," frankly replies the con-
been able to decide what a tattooed fident young man. "But I think I
man might have been if he hadn't can accustom her to the style in which
adopted that profession. I will be able to support her."
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and livest —
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MONTHLY has for you in 1911. You don't have to go to the United States
to get the best. Why? Because we're giving it to you every month. Look
at the list of men on these two pages; listen to what they're going to have
in this magazine this year; and you'll see why you can't afford to miss a
single number not one. —
VOU remember the "Canada Fakers"? You know how everybody talked
* about it —how it stirred up trouble right and left ? ARTHUR E.
MACFARLANE has written something just as vital, just as vividly inter-
esting, just as disputable as the "Canada Faker" articles, on a subject that
is old as the Garden of Eden, and new as a baby's first tooth. The papers
will be full of it few months. It will split placid households and make
in a
folks argue and take sides and get excited and have the time of their lives.
What is it ? You'll know soon enough.
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we're goin', we're tellin' you, just as soon as we can get a few
blame' clothes on . . . DANG IT, WE AXN't DONE ANYTHING!"
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AUTHOR Of'Tnt WIRLTAPPtW;
"THE GUKTRUNNtR". UC.
84 THE FIREBRAND
SrHMTDT Anarchists and members of the Inner Circle, all hungry-eyed, unkempt,
over- garrulous, and not especially savory-looking aggregation of
Tnn\Ro I
of type and printing-press against back the bomb. {Turning to look for Otto.)
wall. In front of this font stands Otto, Otto, you must come. {He does not
setting type, oblivious of his surround- answer.) Otto, it's time for the lots!
ings. Around a plain deal table in the Rochette {Seeing figure asleep across
centre of the room sit Watchel, Rochette, table-top, and pointing in alarm) Wait! :
Todaro and Schmidt. Beside them Who's that? What's he doing here?
stands the girl Olga. The nervous Watchel: Oh, that's only Snelling,
tension of this white-faced group is the Ferrer delegate.
obvious, both Olga and the men invariably Rochette: From where?
speaking with slow and solemn delibera- W^atchel: Patterson.
tion. Across one of three tables along ToDARO Whata right has he here ?
:
of the type-font, and takes no part in the Olga: He's been there, drunk, for
action. But from time to time, he plays five hours.
''The Marseillaise" on a wheezy con- Rochette{Crossing and shaking the-
certina which he holds between his knees, sodden which only falls back inert
figure,
until shouted at and stopped by the and helpless) Bah He's as drunk as a
: !
oack of room) Otto, we are drawing the then who got rid of it so quick?"
lots.
"Some coward of a hound!" "You
(Otto looks up, crosses to table, calla me a 'ound? Y'ou t'ief of de
" Y^ou saw my cards! Y'ou
dreamily, with type-stick still in his hand, Cross!"
saw there was no ace in my four " " I
!
and shoutin together. " Yes, who's by the police, in the Car Shops strike.
the coward:" Who's the welcher?"
•
I saw her when she went down. She
"You people make me sick!" "Some-
body's a liar at this table!"
was shot in the breast —
in the left
"Don't breast. I tried to get to her. I had
look at me when you say that!" "By heard her scream. And I saw the little
God, the card was there!" "Was it. one fall out of her arms. I tried to tell
—
86 THE FIREBRAND
them. They only clubbed me back. maka da bomb! I waita my time! I
Then fought to get to her. They
I say to 'ell wif da Law! To wit da
'ell
vorld! From der stard it vas wrong. nation. You saw the bread riots
So, we muss stard ofer. And to stard yesterday. You saw your own red
ofer, we muss end vhere we vas before. flags torn down on Third Avenue. You
We must exblode vat iss. So! Der were clubbed like a lot of curs. This
Anarchist is der only morning you saw hungry women shot
Otto All right, all right
: And you,
!
down in Union Square. You saw
Todaro? children trampled over by mounted
ToDARO (Vehemently) :Dachestnutta! men. And in one week you've seen
Otto: The what? bread go up from five cents a loaf to
ToDARO (With increasing fierceness as six, and then to seven, and then to
he proceeds) Da chestnutta
: Da !
eight and nine. You have seen hungry
policamans! Da kidda! Leesten! I homes and heard babies crying for food.
sella da chestnutta. Da kidda steala And why? Just because a fat hog in
da nutta. I chasa da kid. Anodder the shape of a human being wants a few
kidda keeck over da stand, spilla da more million dollars. Just because he
nutta, losa da oil, grabba da mon, and his parasites have been tricky enough
grabba da nutta. Da policamans he to corner a hundred and twenty million
pincha me. Taka me to da Nighta bushels of wheat, of the world's wheat,
Cour'. Da Judge he say: "Five of our wheat! And now he's got his
dollar! Getta da license!" So! I corner and now they're calling him the
getta da license. Da policamans he new Wheat King. He has laid his
taka da nutta, mucha, den he saya: wires, and now he is drawing them
"Getta to 'ell offa da street." I tella tight, tight about eight^y million people.
him I hava da license. He say to 'ell That one man can loosen or tighten
wit' alia da ginneys and shuta up and those wires as he chooses, and when he
move on. So I move on to da odder tightens them, it's the whole world that
street. Da kidda upsetta da stand, suffers. His voice says how hungry we
two, free time. I chasa da kidda. I shall be, how small a loaf we shall eat,
catch heem and tella heem to come whether we shall live or die. He's the
back and pick up alia da nut. Da —
new king of wheat but it only takes
odder kidda t'row da stone at me. Da four ounces of nitro-glycerine to smash
mans all say, "Keel da Dago!" Dey that whole bubble of inflated and
chasa me. Da horse knocka me down. insolent greed! One toss of the hand,
Da policamans taka me to da Judge, and the core is torn out of the whole
and da Judge he say: "One mont' on weltering, corrupting mass. It's got
da Island! I tella you ginneys to get to be done, and it's going to be done.
da license!" Den I say, "I gotta da So, here, bring those cards. And as
license!" "Order in da Cour'!" he say, surely as I believe in Terrorism, I
"and free monfs on da Island!" So, believe it's an honor to be handed that
I say, w'en I laugh, so: " Ha, da Landa ace of spades. And I only hope that
of da Free!" Den da Judge he say: I'm the man who gets the privilege of
"Six monf on da Island!" Ha! So! blowing this Philip Dryster to the Hell
J
no maka da mon' no more! No! I where he belongs!
! — !
ARTHUR STRINGER 87
Otto: Why not? (He turns to the It's settled. That's all you're here for.
four silent men as she slowly and im- You can go down to Cooper Union
all
pressively deals out the cards, one at a and argue with Emma Goldman about
time, as before.) But why are you your Rights and write poems for
sitting here like a gang of convicts Mother-Earth and rub elbows ^\-ith the
iinder a scaffold? What are you Pastor-Stokes when the angel-cake
Anarchists for? Why
do you belong to basket is passed around. But I ^in- —
the Inner Circle? Why has the Inter- side of twenty- four hours I'm going to
national Board been paying you the hurl a human life up into the face of
money and keeping you month by God and show Him there's one man not
month, if it didn't mean something to wanted on this world of His!
be on the Executive Committee, if it {They are all on their feet by this time,
didn't mean something more than and they slowly draw back as the fierce-
getting drunk on red ink and cheap ness of Otto's declatnaiion increases.)
music and rhetoric and going around Watchel: Then you'll do it?
mouthing about your Rights ? Rights RocHETTE You say you throw the
:
moves. His hands begin to shake. His lapp fulminate iss der best bomb! It
eyes stare, stupidly. He is the picture iss
of helpless terror. Tlie ace of spades Otto: The bomb will not fail.
falls from his fingers to the table. The Olga {Who has But
followed him) :
otliers throw down their cards, staring at you can't You ! can't
him, as he stumbles and lurches to his Otto: Why not?
feet in convulsive terror.) Olga: Not so soon, not to-morrow.
W.\tchel; {Screaming): No! I can't To-morrow you have promised to speak
do it! My God, I can't! at the Tompkins Square meeting. And
Otto: Sit down! at Haddow Hall in Brooklyn at night.
Watchel {Frenziedly) I can't! I They're counting on you. You can
— ^I have a woman and
:
me into it. I want to do it. And I'm more than words to keep them buoyant
going to. I'd give ten years of life my and hopeful. {To the four men, who are
to be the man who ^-ipes out this blot, making ready to go) And save your
the biggest blot in the life of this faces, gentlemen, and possibly your
Republic. I'd be ready to rot behind feelings, by informing the Central Com-
the thickest prison bars ever forged, if mittee it was I who drew the card. It
I could be known as the man who flung is settled; I blame nobody. In two
. —!: : !
THE FiR?:BRAND
days you will envy me. You will give hard to take out a rotting tooth, to
your right hand to be in my shoes. To- uproot a cancer, to end a disease? No!
morrow at ten I shall confer with the It's glorious. It's purification. It
Committee. But wait, don't go to- means Hope. On it hinges the hope of
gether. Rochette first. Then Todaro. men and women still unborn. No, no,
Then Watchel. And Schmidt last. — it's glorious. It's something that
{They each murmur " Fraternitas " as stands above love of home, and love of
they go out. Otto stands watching them. women, and love of life. I can feel my
Olga sorrowfully puts on her coat and hat. blood sing with the rapture of it. I
She is pinning on a heavy veil, when she can feel if thrill me into something that
suddenly stops, turns to Otto, and cries seems almost god-like. I can shake
out.) my fist in the face of Destiny. Anar-
Olga; What will I do, if anything chy! It's the only torch that can
should happen.?* cleanse the world. It's the only true
Otto {Not yet down to earth) You : faith in an earth that's overcrowded
will do what other women have done. with dead things. It only destroys
You'll feel sorry at first, and then that it may deliver, that it may redeem.
you'll get over it. And if Christ were alive to-day, if
Olga {Passionately): Never! I'll instead of being the son of a shepherd-
never get over it! folk who w^andered beside a peaceful
Otto {Staring at her in astonishment) little lake, he were the hungry child of
That sounds like one of the rabble, like flat-dwellers in this over-crowded city
an ordinary woman. of steeland stone, facing what you and
Olga : Oh, I believe I am an ordinary I have to face. He would be an Anar-
woman. chist. He w^ould be a child of Anarchy
Otto {Once more the firebrand) And : as surely as He was once nailed to a
the Cossacks cut your back open ? You cross
saw^ your father stood up against a wall Olga {Catching at him, unheeding and
in Warsaw and shot down? You took unhappy, as he slowly leads her to the
the Oath at Berna and you say that? — door, which he as Oh,
slowly opens) :
'
{He calls her the Russian word for little Otto, as before, answers, " Fraternitas!"
pigeon) He stands for a moment or two looking
Olga {Gazing into his eyes) : I'm after her, in a daze. Still in a daze he
afraid. crosses to his printing-press, locks the
Otto: For what? form, lifts it to the press; and having
Olga: For you! I'm afraid for you struck a copy and examined it, begins
{They stand there, close together, looking running the small and noisy hand-press.
into each others'' eyes. Otto turns He does it at a furious rate, as though he
dazedly about the room, which reminds found relief in action. The sound of the
him of his work.) press disturbs the lolling and dreamy-
Otto: It's no use. We've got to eyed Nikoff, with his concertina still
face it! between his knees, for on the wheezy
Olga {Following him step by step, instrument he again begins to play " The
hungrily, as he moves gently away) I : Marseillaise". Otto, busy with his
know. But it's so hard! printing, does not stop him. But as this
Otto {The firebrand once more lashing goes on, the third figure, the apparently
himself with his own rhetoric): Hard! drunken man sprawled across the table,
Hard! How can you say that? Is it slowly lifts his head, looks covertly about,
hard to cut away the gangrene? Is it quietly rises to his feet, takes in the details
"IP CHRIST WERE ALIVE TO-DAY, IF INSTEAD OP BEING THE SON OF A SRBPHBRO-FOLK WHO
WANDERED BESIDE A PEACEFUL LITTLE LAKE, HE WERE THE HUNGRY CHILD OP FLAT-
DWELLERS IN THIS OVER-CROWDED CITY OF STEEL AND STONE, FACING WHAT YOU AND I
89
90 THE JOURNEY'S END
of the room, and without a spoken word The curtain comes down with Otto bent
crosses noiselessly to the door and opens over his press, wrapped up in his work,
it. He looks back, for a moment, then unconscious of what is around him.)
steps out and as quietly closes the door. Curtain.
the chief favorites, but St. Joseph and Ici Repose le Corps
De
Philiase Labelle
Decade 15 Xov. 1894
le
A De 34 Ans.
L'age
Consollez-vous, Vous
Tous Mets Cher
J' Abandonne
Une Valle de Larme
Pour le Royauine
Des Cieux.
The names themselves
legible when all else is ob-
literated, have a quaint
sound. "Rose-Delima,"
"Zoe," " Scholastique, "
" Domethilde "
—one repeats
the names wonderingly. But
perhaps the oddest name is
one that reminds of the old
pioneer days when black-
eyed, red-haired, little Jean
Batiste MacAlpine spoke with
equal facility the Gaelic of
his father or the soft French
of his mother. On a plain,
wooden headstone, noticeable
only for red posts at the cor-
ners, one reads the following:
ici
Repose le Corps
De
William, Alias
Guillaume Scott.
"Guillaume Scott" ! There
PERHAPS THE FIRST THING THAT CATCHES THE EYE IS THE ODD FORM is the history of Canada in a
AND ORNAMENTATION OP THE HEADSTONES. MOST OF THEM ARE nutshell.
CROSS-SHAPED, AND GIVE NOT ONLY THE NA.ME, BUT THE LIKENESS
OF THE SLEEPER BELOW Although the cemeterv is a
VISTA IX THE COTE DE NEIGES. ALTHOUGH THE CEMETERY IS A VERY OLD ONE. FEW LEGIBLE IXSCRIPTIONb
BEAR THE DATES OF LONG AGO, FOR THE BLACK LETTERING WEARS OFF QUICKLY
AND THE BOARDS SPLIT AND CRACK IN THE FROSTS
very old one, few legible inscriptions bear Across it is fastened a heart-shaped
dates of long ago. The black lettering piece of tin on which the name has been
wears ofl[ quickly; the boards split and scratched with some sharp-pointed
fall in the frosts of the long bleak instrument. Yonder is a headstone
winters. Most of the inscriptions of over which, to protect the writing, a
1885
—"cette annee" when, bearing glass-bottomed metal dish, A^ellow with-
^-ictims of the small-pox, the black in, white without, has been suspended.
hearses crawled many and often up To our left is a peculiar grave orna-
the steep Cote de Neiges road are — mented, at regular distances, by elec-
even now, like their owners, blotted tric light insulators. Near it is a cross
out from the memory of man. One made of empty spools fastened to-
very old grave dated "1802 Lachine" gether with wire. Everywhere one
still remains. The corners of the head- sees wTeaths of beads and immortelles,
stone are rounded by time, the name everywhere multitudes of artificial
is gone, but the stolid old peasant face flowers and little saints' figures.
with its high cheek-bones still looks One
of the oddest things in the ceme-
out through its glass window soberly, tery is found on a grave so poor that
hardly, as of old. There is no merri- it has not even a headstone. It is an
ment in that face: in those days life elaborate funeral wreath of gray and
as hard at Lachine. white beads strung on wires over an
But if there are not many very old oval piece of tin. Around the very
graves, there are hosts of odd ones. edge of the tin runs an intricate flower
One grave without a headstone is pattern. In the centre are two large
distinguished by a cross outlined in bead flowers surrounded by an inner
seventy- six oval disks of white porce- border of innumerable leaves and
lain. Another has each of the white flowers with tiny petals. Small as
stones in border protected by a small
its are the petals, each is made of gray
glass dish. Still a third is ornamented beads doubled around a single white
with oyster shells, while a fourth is bead. All of the foliage is made by
covered with pieces of glittering tin hand in the same patient, laborious
cut into crosses and into the form of manner. And vet, gazing at the little
the letter "G" for "Gesu." Here is a %\Teath, its oddity is forgotten. More
onument made of slender iron piping. than the most costly monument on the
93
:
Albert Rochon
deced6 le 23 juillet 1902
a I'age de 17 ans et 19 jours
et de sa soetir
j
'
Jtistine Rochon
d6ced6e le 14 mars 1903
a I'age de 19 ans et 9 mois
N'ous les avons aimes pendant leur \-ie,
ne
les oublions pas apres letir mort.
Daignez, Seigneur Jesus, ne point separer
dans le Ciel ceux qui furent si
6troitement unis ici-bas.
ux coeur de Jesus, soyez mon amour
(300 jours d'indulgence)
ux coeur de Marie, soyez mon salut
(300 jours d'indulgence)
O Bon Jesus, misericorde '
S. V. P.
Priez pour moi
R. I. P.
i
The persons are mixed, but the fine
'
French courtes}' is aU there. ^
'
i dried grasses till they glow dimly LXDER THEBR MAKTLK OF FLOWERS. THE VANHSHBD
HABITANTS SLEEP WELL
j
luminous, a pale glory in the dusk.
I
With the chiller breeze, a scent of least awe of the dead why should
;
yellow clover rises, sweetly penetrat- there be ? They are very near to-
I
ing. Somewhere in the distance the gether in French Canada the two —
j
Angelus bell is ringing. Over yonder worlds. Xo wonder that the villages
I on the grassy bank a party come to are rich in lore of spirits and haunters
i
decorate the family graves are eating of waste places about them contend
;
their supper, picnic- fashion the sound ; the hosts of darkness and light the ;
of their voices comes distinctl}^ through other world is so near that in a moment
the still evening air. Somehow the one may step beyond.
happy chatter, even the laughter of The sun drops low. Up from the
the children, does not seem out of valley rises the distant bleating of
keeping with the simple cheerfulness lambs, the tinkle of cow-bells, the
of the place. Three old habitant sweet shrill voices of children. Below,
women come in together. Two are men sit smoking in the doorways with
carrying bunches of clove-pinks, one their families around them ; at our
has a fresh WTeath of immortelles, feet the dead lie sleeping. Higher
\i the sound of the Angelus all slip yet on the hillside the great black cross
their knees and murmur a prayer,
'
"hat grave, evidently gossiping of dead rest well. And the black cross
leir friends below. There is not the watches over all.
UNFORGOTTEN
BY LESLIE ADAMS
to meet the big railway contractors, near as I can find out, he dined in his
help him to see the great army apartments last night, and, as he has
of builders on the firing line, the not been seen, I fancy he breakfasted
steam shovel and the tracklaying in his apartments this morning. He
machine in action. should be down before this."
By the time the slight bundle of " Win you send my card to his
brain and bone arrived in Montreal, I room ? " I asked.
had the trail blazed. I had wired " Well, we we — do."— never
away to a friend in Ottawa and he had I heard Billie Unfortu-
snicker.
answered saying I ought to see a cer- nately for me, the news had leaked
tain M.P., a Government contractor out and had reached the big cities to
at Quebec. the south that I was next the Buttons
"We shipped on an R. & O. one twi- in Canada. All I had to do was to
light, and anchored under the walls of tellthe boy to announce me, and the
Quebec in the following dawn. door woiild fall in. Billie had heard
" The M.P.," I explained to BilUe, this story.
^^
" lives in the Fronto, the big house on As we walked over to a quiet corner
the hill." where I could swear -^athout shocking
We breakfasted at the Fronto, after the help, Billie remarked that I did
which I began to make advances. I not seem to saw as much freeze as he
asked the young man on the keys, had supposed.
showing him the name on my tele- " Don't worry," I answered chestily,
gram, if this particular M.P. was tent- " I'll have this imperious pie- winner
ing in his hogan, and he answered that eating off my hand by night."
he was, adding that he was d d " I should say, if we may judge by
particular, too. appearances, he might eat off your
Just here the hunt began to be inter- arms and legs," Billie commented.
97
98 THE HEART OF A MAN
At this moment the prettiest little Will you help me to show him how it's
"
man I had ever seen came to us and done ?
asked, in a soft voice, if we wished to " Have you seen my brother ? " he
see Mr. and he breathed the
, asked.
name. " No," said I. " I've seen Roose-
I assured him that we were very velt and Rockefeller, Lauder and
anxious to meet the mighty Empire Laurier, Bourassa and Billy McLean
builder, and waited. I introduced but I never expect to see your brother.
myself, in a few well-chosen words, He seems to be the faraway Moses for
and then presented my friend, the me.
greatest living writer of the American Then the king's brother looked at
language. I confessed my
inability his watch, saying he had an appoint-
to recall this nice man's name (I had ment with his architect at ten, and
never met him before), and he told me hurried on.
it was Archambault. Billie and I went over to talk with
"Ah, yes of Montreal ?
" I haz- the head porter about a smell wagon.
;
said : "At a quarter to ten pass I'll up a hand. The big man, seeing we
through the lobby with a man in a were motoring, was off his guard. As
gray suit, wearing a soft white hat." I sprang to the ground and started
" Yes," I said, brightening. across the street, he waited. I was
" Well, that'll be his brother," and delighted, but surprised that he did
before I could recover he was off again. not remember me.
I heard Billie hassle like a hotmd, and " Do you remember Charlie Young?"
turned to find him hammering his knee I asked, searching for a telegram which
with his hat. I could not find, because Charlie had
In a little while I saw the pretty not sent any. However, I related the
little man come to the far end of the story of a little seance which Charlie
lobby and point us out. The man in had related to me, and did it so brazen-
the gray suit came forward, alone. ly that he believed I had really stood
He merely glanced our way, and was behind his chair when he was taking
about to pass, when I stepped forward a little conceit and loose change out
and flagged him. of the Commission.
"Are you Mr. ? " I asked. As we talked I led him over to the
" That's my name," he said stiffly. car and introduced the great magazine
" Well," I began, " I am here with man. " Charlie would be very much
a friend, a great journalist, author and pleased," I ran on, " if you could show
magazine writer. He is writing on us how you build a railroad," which
the building of the Transcontinental. was true, though Charlie had not said
— —
CY WARMAN 9d
so. I asked the M. P. for a note to his A hot dinner for his chauffeur ? Hm !
ten toward me. Reluctantly I cov- Ever hear him swear ? Ever
ered his bet, naming the year of my say ! eats a man every morning
He
birth. for breakfast. Yes, sir Eats 'em
!
" Take the money," was all he said. alive ! Kindly ! That's a good
"Then will you dine with us to-night?" one!"
" With pleasure," he answered. Now Billie was up there to get a
When we had said good night, after story, and not to argue with sub-
a delightful and interesting dinner at contractors' foremen, so he merely
the Fronto, we sat and smoked, Billie smiled quietly and faded elsewhere.
and I, and voted the M. P. among the But nobody can ever make Billie or
big men we had met. We were to me believe in the awfulness of that
breakfast with him at six next morn- Big Builder again. The incident of
ing and motor with him out to another the chaffeur's dinner was a small thing,
job —sixty miles away. but, interpreted aright, it was more
The next day dawned, a wet Astoria than a five-foot shelf of biographies.
day, and our drive was off. That Big Builder is a good Indian.
A GLOWING FIRE
BY KATHERINE TRENT
WHOAndhaswatched
not
the
sat before a glowing fire,
pictures on the embers change,
Strange faces, with contortions most grotesque,
Usurped by battlements of castles strange,
A coal misplaced, and into tiny flames
Faces, castles, battlements dissolve;
And then, perchance, a dancing fairy leaps
From out a cavern, which quick revolves
Upon its axis, to disastrous fall,
And suddenly, upon a blood-red wall.
Strange writing, like Egypt's hieroglyphics,
Glides sinuously across with message dire
For ruthlessly a heavy hand
Throws fresh coals on and destroys my fire.
^^mk
i\'>
BY AUTUUU HTAl^LANE
AUmOR Or"5ALVlNG THE RELOOCUWTAN'
"rOUjOWlWG THE emeus "ETC.
DHAVING5 BV
FUEDERICWGRXNT
IS now some four years since two who had begun as a contractor!^ and
ITmen of Chicago and New York, who still kept his coarseness, " what we got
had thitherto been very coarse in to do, right from the start-off, is to
their methods, managed in some way make Shane an' Pierson an' the rest of
to obtain from the Son of Heaven at them hold things down. "
Pekin, the Imperial sanction for the To "hold things down" meant, in
building and operation of a railroad words of greater dignity, to exercise a
through three Provinces of Southern policy of studied and far-reaching
China. economy. The preliminary and vital
The said railroad was to run from one surv^ey for that railroad had been made.
inland Celestial metropolis of four Its point nearest to the coast lay four
hundred thousand people to another of hundred miles up river, with the
half a million, as it might be —
leaving passage out, —
save for those who could
out the celestial —
from Buffalo to talk Chinese —
limited to the Com-
" Canton an'
Pittsburg. In coal and iron alone pany's supply boats.
those three southern provinces must Hong Kong an' all them ports," con-
prove for China about what West tinued McGahan, " are full of stranded
Virginia and Pennsylvania and Upper rummies from here an' England.
Michigan are for the United States. They're good enough stuff to break in
Finally the franchise obtained was ex- for rod an' chain men. An' once we
clusive and perpetual. It was subject get them up there, I guess they're going
only to "the continued favor of the to stay. Yes, an' more;" he added,
assembled deities" —
a phrase in Chin- with defiance, as if somebody had
ese contracts manifestly of the same offered a remark, "Show 'em an offer
order as the "act of God" reservation of free passage home when the first
in an old-line fire policy, something section's done, an' they'll want to
rendered entirely negligible, of course, stay."
by the small-print paragraphs below. This story is about three half-fed,
In brief, those two financiers could sit foot-weary and inexpressibly homesick
back and looking Eastward see so much rod-men who had been taken on as
money that at times it was difficult for above, who had been attached to
them to believe in it themselves. Party A, and were now known in the
" And now," said the elder, McGahan, sour humor of the camps as " the three
101
—
back-county Canucks who were lookin' not meant for any man to eat, by deny-
for a swim." ing themselves tobacco and quinine,
By name they were George Long, and by sleeping for the most part in
Truman Bush and Bill McHenry. their clothes, they had so far managed
They were all of farming stock. They at least to keep out of the Company's
had all come from the same school debt.
section in central Ontario, and they But, as that Chinese winter-summer
were none of them profoundly edu- of November grew steadily more and
cated. They had arrived in China via more sweltering, their general misery
a Northwest harvest excursion, and with the weight of their homesickness
then a freighter carrying blooded stock had ended, crazily, by translating itself
from Seattle. They had gone to China into a craving that was almost mono-
because they had heard that China v/as mania. As McHenry finally burst out
opening up and in a year, or at most and put it to the Chief Engineer him-
two, a man could make a fortune there. self, " come hot weather like this back
After eleven months of making for- where we come from, us boys'd be
tunes, which had reduced them in gettin' together once a week anyhow
weight by about thirty pounds apiece, an' strikin' down to the creek, an'
they had signed for railroad surveying havin' a swim. An' what we want, by
up river to get their transportation cracks, is the chance, now an' again, to
home. In the two months since, they tramp it in the right direction an' git
had had every chance to familiarize that swim in now."
themselves with the inner secrets of The Chief was much tickled. Almost
^'holding things down". every week there came an "off" after-
As a first enlightenment they had noon. The three were not the sort who
learned that the cost of all "sundries" played tricks on the natives. And he
must, of course, be deducted from their told them by all means to go ahead.
wages and " sundries included boots,
;
'
lowed the sticky "loess" of the ditch- when he had gone through the country
like roads. Sometimes they took to two years before. Now% he told him-
the muck of the rice "meadows. But self, his health demanded that he take
there was never any "difference in the
a two-months' holida}' and see it
^
result.
from terminal to terminal.
" Boys," said Bush, heavily, after the Acting on good consular advice, at
fifth leg-dragging homeward trek Canton he rented a little Clyde- built tug
they were now within a week of Christ- launch for motive power, and a big
mas, which was mocker^'' enough in roomy house-boat to live in for house-
itself —
it looks like we might about as
;
get a-scared at all. You want to know men in lemon-colored wrappers. They
we're all of us old friends o' yours." squawked once like shot parrots, went
" Gosh, but don't the sight o' them down on their faces, and rose only to
—
make you feel don't thev just seem go into hysterical, falsettoing par-
to ?" oxysms !
But, with the arrival of the supply But we're tellin' you it just this once
boat,all that Long and Bush and Mc- more: we went out
All there for. an'
the average traveller, the Okana- not take into account the steadily
TO gan is only a name on the time-
presumably spotted down
tables,
increasing planting of trees and in-
crease of orchard acreage.
somewhere on British Columbia's Irrigation— scientific, systematic ir-
map, presumably a scramble of moun- rigation— ^has made the Okanagan.
tain and lake and valley, like most of Old settlers will tell you of early days
the coast province. Perhaps, if he has when the valley was looked upon as
a retentive memory, he may wrinkle being only fit for cattle-grazing. Fruit-
his eyebrows and recall, growing on the dry benches was con-
" Okanagan ? Okanagan? Why, sidered—or would have been considered
that's where they raise the apples, if anyone had the audacity to suggest
isn't it ? Seems to me I read of —
it as sheer nonsense. It was a cattle
their taking a prize or something country, and nothing else, and the
over in London —
Royal Agricultural ranchman who petted an apple tree
Society, or something like that." or so with an occasional bucket of
But most of the general public are water in the hope of its reaching
unaware as yet of the charm and the maturity was looked on as a sort of
possibilities of the Okanagan. Situ- mild lunatic.
ated in the Dry Belt of British Colum- Now, though there is an occasional
bia, this long narrow valley, one hun- ranch scattered through the valley, the
dred and fifty miles in length by from main industry of the Okanagan is fruit-
one to four or five miles in width, em- growing, and the district has become
bracing about 250,000 acres, is one of known as the place where the prizes
the greatest fruit-growing spots on go. The irrigation scheme in use in
the Xorth American continent. various parts of the valley may be
At the present time there are con- typified by the largest one, " Grey
siderably over one milHon fruit trees Canal," named in honor of Earl Grey.
planted in the Okanagan, and when The water is taken from a lake in the
one considers that the fruit industry mountains on the south side of the
'f the valley is only in its infancy. valley, and is brought at a high level
It augurs well for those
whose interests to a point where it crosses the valley
lie therein. In three years, say. all in large wood-stave pipes, syphon-
'f these trees will be bearing fruit. wise, to the north side, where through
What does that mean ? It means at massive masonry gates it empties into
least 10.000.000 boxes of apples, plums, the fourteen foot wide bed of the canal.
pears and peaches, ready to market. Thence it A\4nds in and out, flowing
At 600 boxes to the car, this would westward along the face of the range,
>how, roughly, some 16,000 carloads. sometimes in open ditch, and some-
Allowing a profit of at least fifty cents times in trestled flumes, until at Ver-
per box, the annual profit would be non it overlooks the town at an eleva-
at least §5,000,000. And this does tion of about 800 feet. It now flows
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108 DIGGING APPLES OUT OF THE DITCH
northward up the main valley of the the Coldstream Ranch, who, with the
Okanagan, having once more to be assistance of his engineer, Mr. A. E,
syphoned across a large gulch en route, Ashcroft, has made possible the cul-
thence west again, across the valley, tivation of an area of at least thirty
after which it turns southward along thousand acres. What such a system
the western ramparts of Vernon, and, will mean to those who own lands
after thus almost encircling the town, within its scope, which hitherto have
it winds up at Okanagan Lake. The been almost useless owing to the lack of
total distance covered by the stream water, is easy to guess.
is close on thirty miles, and the system, And so it is with all the large irriga-
when -complete, with the laterals, will tion companies —
whether operating at
have entailed an expenditure of about Kelowna, at Peachland, at Summer-
half a million dollars. land, at Penticton, at Okanagan Centre,
:;"iThis great undertaking is the work at Wood's Lake or other parts of the
of Mr. W. C. Ricardo. the manager of valley —the introduction of water has
meant a tenfold increase
in the initial value of the
land, and will mean a much
greater increase in property
values as time goes on.
The soilthroughout the
\ alley is black loam,
a
with clay subsoil on the
bottom lands and light clay
loam and decomposed rock
or clayish silt on the bench-
es, upon which is grown
most of the fruit to-day,
although one may find also,
in spots, the lightest sand
and the heaviest clay.
The climate is fairly uni-
form. Compared with other
parts of the northern con-
tinent the Okanagan does
not as a rule experience
any very great extremes
f temperature. This is
owing largely to the pres-
ence of the many bodies
of water. hottestThe
days in summer reach may
as high as 100 degrees
and is this which ac-
it
counts for the beautiful
colouring of the fruit but, —
no matter how warm the
days may be, the nights
are always delightfully
cool. And, again, although
the coldest winter days may
bring the mercury down
to ten or fifteen degrees
below zero, yet, as the
air isalways calm at such
ONE OF THE BIG WOOD-STAVE PIPES UNDER CONSTRUCTION
times, and the cold snap a
Through this runs the clear stream that has made fruit-growing
possible in the Okanagan matter of a few days
THE KIND OF APPLES THAT WIN PRIZES FOR THE PROVINXE
only, one does not experience any dis- will,of course, always find a market
comfort. nearer home.
With such soil, climate and irrigation, From recent observation it will be
served b}^ Canadian Pacific railway and seen that British Columbia has, for
steamer, and with a constantly in- the last half-dozen years, carried oflE
creasing market, the conditions under the highest award at the Royal Agri-
which the Okanagan fruit-grower works cultural Society's show in London,
are almost ideal. Xor is there any besides other valuable trophies, and,
fear that the market will be glutted, while the exhibits have been taken
for besides the prairie provinces which from the whole province generally,
are becoming more thickly settled yet, as in previous times, the Okanagan
year by year, and which are British contribution has formed a very im-
'Columbia's natural market, there are portant part of the whole. This is
le British Isles, Australia and Japan, only natural, for that district has come
as well as the coast cities, so it is evi- to be regarded as the principal fruit
dent that the optimism of the fruit- district of the province. Furthermore,
grower is well founded. Hay, grain, statistics wdll show that the Okanagan,
small fruits, poultry and dairy produce with its tributary vallevs, has the
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110 DIGGING APPLES OUT OF THE DITCH
largest extent of uniformly good fruit ward, according to quality. Mixed
land of any part of British Columbia, farming land, suited to growing fruit
or in other words, of Western Canada. in parts, commands a slightly higher
Again, the highest and the greatest figure as a rule, although not neces-
number of awards won in open com- sarily so. The best fruit land, un-
petition at the large exhibitions of planted, runs from $150 in parts to
fruit, apart from the British Isles, $250 per acre and up, the high-class
may be traced to the " Sunny Okana- picked land with irrigation facilities
gan," whose extent of orchard acreage generally exceeds this figure. Some
far exceeds that of any other valley times there are buildings on the prop-
in the west. erties at these prices. But planted
But the Okanagan is not for every orchards run to $300 per acre and up
chance traveller to settle in. It is a to $1,000, according to conditions.
fast growing and, while un-
district, The cost of a ten-acre fruit farm
skilled labour can and does make a would run to about the following
living, yet the inducements are rather figures: Ten acres of cleared land at
to the skilled mechanic, the farmer or $200 an acre, $2,000 fencing, $100; ;
them to take an active part in the tivation, etc., afterwards, at $200 per
general upbuilding. year for four years, $800 which makes ;
In common with other parts of a total cost for the first five years of
Canada, the great outcry seems to be $3,250. The cost of building a "frame"
for domestic help, the average wages house would be from $500 in which —
of this class being about $20 per case the owner would do almost all the
month. work himself —to
$1,500 and up, by
The same rule applies as in other contract. There no lack of hotel
is
districts, viz., that the skilled mechanic accommodation in the towns, and it
will find that his worst trial will be rests with the guest to decide whether
his first six months, until he is known ;
he will choose a $1 per day house or
after which he will have no difficulty up to $2.50. Boarding-house rates
in securing work, in spite of the slack run from $28 to $^0 per month.
—
season which, for outdoor work, is All in all,"Sunny Okanagan" is a
from December first to the middle of sort of private valley of content,
March. His wages will run somewhat sheltered by the encircling mountains
as follows : Bricklayers, plasterers and from droughts, blizzards, and extremes
masons, between $4 and $5 per diem ;
of heat and cold dotted with schools'
;
appeared, perhaps Indiamen hastening temper the cold and wintry blasts.
up Channel with their rich cargoes of Following the Stowey Road across
silks and spices, with their white wings the hills an upward path is found
all fullyspread to catch the favouring which leads to Danesborough camp.
breeze. The lovely combination of Along this camp are anthills, or nests
blue and gold and the delightful picture of pismires, the Old English name in
of the ships within the bow formed a use in Lincolnshire. They were quite
picture of beauty ever living in mem- four feet high, and rudely constructed
ory's storehouse. outside of leaves, twigs, and minute
Our walk was through the pretty stones. Tubular roads lead to the
village of Bicknoller and then up its interior, where are numerous apart-
coombe. The rain had made a path ments of varying sizes, in separate
of emerald green, and as we passed storeys, and connected by galleries.
one or two of its springs, with the soft, The vast community consists of
spongy places made by their bubbling males, females and neuters. The two
waters, the little bog pimpernel lifted former are winged, and are few in
its rosy funnel-shaped corolla and asked number. The neuters are wingless,
for a passing glance, and in another and are either workers or soldiers.
little dell were the sweet-scented yellow The latter are the larger, and have
flowers of the esphodel. more powerful heads, and hence strong-
Emerging on the crest, just at the er fighting jaws. It was curious to
head of Bircham Wood, where there watch the workers, they all seemed
was a charming view of Butterfly to be in such deadly earnest. One
Coombe with its winding slopes cov- carried a leaf aloft, like a big, brown
ered with oaks, stood an ancient haw- umbrella. Another brought a grain
thorn. Two stems about a foot apart of corn, and dropped it down one of
started life to make trees, but on this —
the circular roads ^perhaps the gran-
wind-swept spot they found it hard ary was below. Two proud young
to live through winter gales, and, things had found a twig of heather
to save themselves from destruction, with two or three bells on it. By tre-
about five feet from the ground rubbed mendous effort they had dragged it
shoulders together, and united their safely to an entrance, and had just got
forces to fight the storms. The com- it inside— perhaps they thought it
;
J. H. REED 118
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ment, for a crowd, outward bound by in hazy light. White sails flit on the
this road, without ceremony pushed waters between the Steep and Flat
the heather bloom outside. The de- Holms. Villages are scattered over
I
deeds call it, Dawesborough — that is, the back of a slight eminence on the
a beacon or dawn. On lofty beacons rich, fat plain which stretches away
in ancient days watch fires were lighted from the fringe of the hills. It received
to tell of the enemy's approach, and its name of Stoke from the Saxons
beacons were called dauntrees. This and, as the name indicates, was de-
may be the derivation of our Dundry. fended by stockades. Then the Nor-
Alas The pretty legendary deriva-
! man Conquest came, and it passed into
tions are no more. "Now I have done the possession of William de Falaise,
dree," as the builder said who had lost and subsequently to the family of De
by Bitton (bitten) or gained by Keyn- Courcy. Its double name has been
sham (gained some), and done three corrupted to Stogursey. Its glory is
when noble Dundry Tower was finished. the grand old Norman church of St.
Or that other story when the teetotal Andrew. It is cruciform, and is of
builder refused liquor to his masons, considerable dimensions and great
and so the tower was "dun dree" or beauty. The font is of great antiquity
Dundry. perhaps it was even of an earlier date
There is a double fortification, and and stood in a Saxon church. Round
the area within is ten or eleven acres. the middle runs a twisted cable, and
The view is glorious. Behind the great above are four rudely-carved heads.
mound the brown tower of Nether There are splendid double Norman
Stowey loomed large, a mile or two arches supporting the massive tower.
away. The camp was a favourite The mouldings are perfect, very beau-
resting-place of Coleridge, and it may tiful and rare. The carvings on the
be here he wrote : capitals are rich. There is a wonderful
And now, beloved Stowey, I behold animal, double-headed; a horse with a
Thy church tower, and methinks the four remarkable tail, and a head with large
huge elms eyes and protruding tongue. In the
Clustering, which mark the mansion of my chancel is a deeply set lancet window.
friend,
And close beside them, hidden from my On the south of the chancel is the
view. Verney aisle, with two altar tombs;
Ismy own lonely cottage, where my babe the most elaborate is that of Sir John
And my babe's mother dwell in peace.
Verney (1422-1461). His head rests
Beyond lies Mendip range, and Glas- on a helmet and crest, and his feet c:i
114 ONE FOOT UP AND ONE FOOT DOWN
a dog. The tomb is decorated with and fighting in four successive reigns,
figures of the saints in excellent preser- there linger memories of daring deeds.
vation. On the edge of the moulding He fought for Queen Maud in Stephen's
are the Verney arms, three ferns, show- reign, and for Henry II. suppressed
ing that the old knights spoke in good Ulster and governed Ireland.
—
Zummerset "verns" for "ferns." At
There
he remained through the reign of
the base of a pillar is a ring, perhaps Richard and when King John suc-
I.,
formerly attached to a bell in the tower ceeded, Arthur King of
proclaimed
and rung as the Sanctus bell. England and Lord of Ireland. Sir
William de Falaise gave the church John was a good Churchman, and while
for the sake of his soul and that of clad in white robes of penitence in the
Geva, his wife, to the Benedictines of graveyard of the Cathedral of Donne
Lourlay, in Normandy, who built the was treacherously attacked by servants
Priory on rising ground outside the of the King and taken prisoner, but
church. There is nothing left now not before he had slain thirteen of his
but a round tower of great strength. antagonists with "nought in his hand
The interior reveals that the lower por- but the pole of a cross which he bore."
tion was the columbary —
the monks The Tower received the prisoner.
loved a dovecote. The upper storey Soon after this Philip of France de-
is reached by a stone stairway, and clared that John had forfeited Nor-
the ancient oak bins show that it was mandy by the murder of Prince Arthur,
used as a storehouse. On the suppres- but a dispute arose about certain
sion of alien monasteries, the lands castleswhich John said were no part of
were given by Henry VI. to Eton the Duchy of Normandy. It was
College, and for nearly two centuries agreed to settle the quarrel by single
the Society of Merchant Venturers combat, each King to choose a cham-
have leased them from the College, pion. Not a knight of the Court of
and so it happens in these September John would undertake his cause. It
days that Bristol sportsmen bring a was then that Queen Isabella bethought
little life into the old-world village her of, a mighty champion the pris- —
when they come for sport among the oner in the Tower. Sir John sent this
partridges. reply when asked to fight for England :
When a De Courcy inherited after "Not in the King's quarrel, not for his
Falaise he built the Castle a short sake, but for the kingdom's sake, will
distance away. There is not much I fight to the death." Wasted by
left, traces of bridges, crumbling ivy- scanty prison fare, he at once set about
clad walls, and a cottage built between reviving his "impayred limbs" with a"
two towers, and within the walls a generous diet. The French champion,
potato garden. who had been amazed at his giant-like
These old Somersetshire knights limbs, thews and sinews, was yet more
v/ere a fighting race, and around the amazed with his prodigious feeding,
name of one Sir John de Courcy, living he was a cannibal, and would fin-
ish by eating him. He slunk off
to Spain to avoid the combat, and
John retained his castles. John was
delighted, and asked De Courcy to
name his reward. The champion said
he was rich enough, and only asked
that his successors should remain
covered in the presence of all future
-kings and so it comes to pass that
;
dered by green walls; the oak coppice others of a brilliant red. Get a slope
is about eight feet high, with a belt of the moor with the sun behind you,
of purple heather at its base. It and the rays so intensify the colour
frames a narrow landscape of "rich that the masses in places are as brilliant
and elmy fields." Then the path goes as poppies, and with a background of
by a dark pond through the beautfiul purple heather and golden gorse scat-
pine wood, the rich, rugged bark gleam- tered in patches, the picture is fas-
ing in the sunlight, and the dying cinating indeed.
bracken below all golden "v\'ith its de- ^tcross the home meadow the even-
parting glory. Finally it emerges through ing sun filled the western sky with
a large cluster of Spanish chestnuts near beautiful colour. Crimson cloudlets
comfortable "Castle of Comfort." were dotted over the pale blue skj^
On the homeward walk across the bringing sweet peace to many fanners
moor there was vivid light and wonder- in this district, who have barley lying
ful colour. Where the moor was fired on the uplands and fields not yet har-
last year the whortleberry is upspring- veste'^l in the vale. There will be
ing, and a more delightful moorland fewer anxious hearts in the pews of
carpet it is hardly possible to imagine. our Parish Chvrcb on Sunday by rea-
Running up the stems are the young son of the delightfijl proi^ise of this
leaves, some green tinged with gold, sweet evening light. ^ ^ _
noticed the small intruder, he cauti- and shurprise her." Then his quick
ously moved nearer to the boxes and fingers began their labor of love.
barrels which contained the special Propping the branch between. sticks of
objects of his covetous search. His wood, he arranged the apples and
face now became quite expressionless, oranges at its base. It took but a
while his thin hands began a curious moment to tie some of the largest bits
outward motion, as if they were at- of candy to the tiny tree, but the cran-
tached to the arms by rubber bands berries puzzled him. Mother was not
that could be quickly lengthened or due for an hour, and Mollie might
shortened in the region of his trousers' awaken before her return. Across the
pockets. He remembered that only hall lived Mrs. Flinn, and Jim's neces-
the largest oranges and apples could be sity might appeal to her motherly
safely secreted thus (on account of the heart. He was gone scarcely ten
propensity of smaller objects to slip minutes, bringing back a gorgeous
through the holes) and it required care necklace of the ruddy berries to crown
to manipulate the fruit successfully. the green bough right royally.
Some peppermint canes were hanging A slow, tired step sounded on the
among the holly wreaths across the big stairs, and their mother came in upon
window, and chance favored Jim, for a a scene to lighten a heavier heart than
hurrying clerk carelessly knocked hers. Mollie sat with tightly clasped
several upon the floor, breaking the hands gazing at the poor little pretense
brittlecandy into many pieces. No of Christmas joy, —
and Jim Jim had
one cared that he picked them out of forgotten that he was a thief.
OLD CjESAR'S CHRISTMAS
THERE'S only three real ropes leftbut the smell of the animile cages
in a circus." an' the sawdust, an' that's gittin'
The words drifted along in his spoiled with tan-bark an' other voila-
wake as the boss canvasman tions o' the pure food law. If I was to
assed us in scornful conversation with tap on a guy-rope near the canvas-eye
a press agent. The old circus man this minit, how many of the hands
looked after them a moment. do you think would come a-runnin' ?
"An' you're one of 'em," said he, I betcha more'n halfa them never even
an' I guess that literary flam thinks heard the 'hey reub.'
he's a second, an' the Old Man's num- " But I was speakin' of the Christ-
ber three. Mph ! The business has mas time when Caesar broke out. I'll
gone to the dawgs." tell you, son.
" I never hear them words," said " When the show goes into winter
he, but what it brings back the Christ- quarters, most of the people goes to
mas party where Caesar changed his their own homes, an' it wotdd bung yer
tastes. eyes to see how many of 'em thinks
" It was in the halicon days, as the they're farmers, an' has little places in
poet says, when a show was a show, an' the country where the neighbors don't
the only artist that had anything to do know they're in the profession at all.
—
with it was the poster artist ^not these But some goes into the vo- devil cir-
hauty-cool equestrians an' equestrian- cuits to make a dollar an' keep in
esses an' other baby acts like that, but practice, an' some lives in the town
big poster work an' rare animiles an' where the show stays. That's nearly
a clown that could sing an' had a quick always some town that 's pure jay
come-back — an* genyooine freaksa- from April till November, but good
nacher. Where's the work now like s'iety the resta the time —
^an' the vil-
Matt Morgan useta get up, or the printn lagers an' peasants mixes up with us,
that Sears useta git out, or John jest as though they was jest as good
Jeffrey ? An' how many o' these as we are. Say !
union teamsters an' strong-arm men " If you was to drift into one o' these
I got under me in the paste brigade places in the summer time, you'd be
could make good on a kittle o' starch likely to throw a fit of willies unless
paste if I ast 'em to ? The hoops fell you'd bin on the sprinklin' cart a
off the business when Mr. Barnum while. A emu in one front yard
died, an' the staves is scattered all over peckin' across the fence at a young
the face o* the yearth. The's nawthin' camel in the next might upset anv
117'
"the monkey grabbed a mug o' hard cider an' insida five minutes he was tryin' to do a
EQUESTRIAN ACT ON OLD CAESAR's MANE"
outsider if he didn't know the kinduva nicher an' a crayon picture in the set-
town he was in. The's always some tin' room of her husband, wearin' a
sickly cub or other young creacher Oriental costume with a cross hung
born in captivity during the winter, round his neck an' a smile on his map
an' if it don't git well enough to be sold that looked so foolish I got stuck on it.
to a dealer or ain't wanted on the road, He was the grand panjandrum in
someone in the village gits a chance some kinduva secret lodge they had
to buy it, or maybe adopt it. in the town. Daytimes he was a car-
" It was a real nice villager 'at got penter.
Caesar. was a baby lion, no
Caesar " But they was awful friendly with all
good from the minit he was born. The us professionals, an' never did seem to
old Nubian that was his father was in realize that they didn't belong nor
the next cage, an' got to roarin' to eat never couldn't. Had two little girls,
him alive then an' there, an' his mother with ringlets like a head-dress 'of
was so disgusted she nearly smothered weeny-wursts, an' one of 'em useta
him before the keeper got him out. play on the square piano while the
This villager's wife heard the rumpus other one sung so bad that if their
an' begged fer him. Poor little Caesar mother couldn't bake such good pies
was blind, of course, and her sympthies youda throwed a plush chair at 'em
was all het up about him. She said, an' broke fer liberty. It was one o'
she was a sumpn- or- other practitioner, these houses where they say let me'
an' she could give him mental treat- take your hat' when you come in.
ment an' fetch him acrost to perfect What ?
health an' sight, an' to make a long "Along one Christmas time four or
story short, as the feller says, she got five years afterwards, the' was quite
him. A little more'n a week after- a few of the people stayed with the
wards she came a-cacklin'. Said she'd show, an' this lady vet. that had thunk
give him this think dope fer his eyes, Caesar's eyes into commission invited
until he could see jest as well as any of allof us that could come to a party an'
us. Say ! a tree on Christmas Eve. They had
" She had a nice house painted white, to piece out the extension table by
with green blinds, an' a big yard, an' bringin' in one from the kitchen, an' the
they had rep carpets an' plush fur- husband knocked a stand together fer
118
WILL D. EATON 119
the other end, and of all the eats yever or else you don't like our vittles.'
heard of. we had the biggest an' the "And I had to say, 'O, no, mam,'
an' frost cake, an' baked apples, an' an' a good deal of all the rest the' was,
hickory nuts, an' walnuts, an' home- an' topped oflf with some baked apples,
made currant ^\-ine, an' hawt biscuits an' I guess he musta lapped up a gallon
with fresh butter, an' thick steak with o' hard cider. Danny was a candy-
itsown gravy, an' raisins, an' oranges, butcher, an' wintered with the show
an' lemonade, an' lady-fingers, an' because he didn't have no other place
salted almonds, an' celery, an' ice- to go to.
cream, an' fioatn Ireland, an' jell, an' " The two
little girls and their maw
preserves, an' sweet pickles, an' candy, was waitin' on table, an' runnin' back
an' popcorn, an' baked p'tatas, sweet an' forth to the kitchen, an' bringin'
an' Irish, an' artichokes, an' cold slaw, things in, an' takin' the dishes out an'
an' peaches done in sweet' licker with sousin' them, an' bringin' 'em back,
cloves stuck in 'em, an' rolypoly pudn, an' eatin' all the while, an' everybody
an' cheese, an' a plum pudn, an' soup was talkin' till we all got so full of eats
so thick a spoon would stand up in it, an' good feelin' that our faces got shiny
an' —
Say
" I et so
! an' we was lafhn' at nawthin' an'
much I thought I'd bust, enjoyin' ourselves acrost the limit.
an' the lady filled my
plate up till I " The' was a lot of neighbors in,
thought I'd never be able to eat again. an' some of 'em had brought their pets
I could feel the mince pie oozin' outa along, that they'd got from the animile
my ears, an' when she wanted me to quarters like I've told you.
hand my plate back fer some more of " One o' these was a armadillo, an'
everything, an' I had to beg off, she when Danny Grogan sung 'Rollin'
jest
looked kinda hurt, and she says, says down to Rio,' this here armor plated
she. thing done a waltz. ,We thought he
" '
Bill, the's one of two things. was tryin' to show off untilwe found
Eether you et jest before you come in. he'd tried to flirt with a little tame
'I GUESS," SAYS HE, MOURNFUL LIKE, "l GUESS CAESAR HAS QUIT BEIn' A VEGETARIAN'
porkypine that belonged to a boy from It was Christmas Eve, an' we didn't
next door that was there with his paw begrudge the dumb creachers their
an' maw, an' the porkypine had took share of enjoyment.
his pen in hand an' addressed a few "After Cassar had passed the cawm-
lines to mister armadillo's mouth. A pliments of the season to the bear cub,
monkey that another neighbor had he went over in a corner an' set down
brung took advantage of the diversion with his paws in fronta him an' looked
to grab a mug o' hard cider an' insida at the big kerosene lamp that was hang-
five minits he was climbin' the window in' from the middla the celin', till he
curtains an' fallin' off again till finally got sleepy, like lions always does.
he fell into old Caesar's mane an' tried Hypnotize themselves, I guess, same
to do a equestrian act, runnin' him as you would if you looked long enough
round the room. I got 'em separated at anything bright. Ever notice 'em
an' give the monkey a good slappin', lookin' at an arc light in the animile
an' then I wanted to comfort old tent when the show is on, an' never
Caesar with slippin' him sumpn offn mindin' the people ?
my plate, but the lady o' the house " Danny Grogan has gone after more
wouldn't have it. of the cider while we're busy with the
" Don't give him no meat
'
she !
'
pets, an' now he lets out in a loud voice
says, quick. He's bin brought up on
' " The's only three ropes in a cir-
'
milk, fiever mindin' when the arma- says, an' after the presents we'll all
'
dillo an' the monkey an' the porkypine have sumpn to eat, an' then we'll tell
an' a young eagle an' a bear cub an' stories or have games.'
the house cat dipped in on it. He did " The tree was the regular kind, all
swipe the bear cub once, an' the eagle strung over with tinsel twine, an'
an' the cat had a squawkin' scrap fer popcorn ropes, an' gilded balls, an'
a few seconds, but nobody minded. things,an' they made me be Santa
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WILL D. EATON 121
Claus. I done it with a Salvation tube fer a stem, that has a suction
Army rig an' a deep voice, speakin' action an' performs the duty of a
like a Dutchman to make it reel fer throat. The insida the trunk is hol-
the children that was brought in from low, an' digests an' assimulates the
the other houses, an' some from the food supplied to it by the flowers.
quarters that belonged to the organiza- These flowers will watch out fer a un-
tion an' was pritty fly —
smart enough wary native, or even a cow or a wart-
to put it all over the jay kids in swap- hawg, an' when approached too close
pin' after the presents was distributed they will swing down on the unfor-
an' before they was took home. Mosta tunate bein' an' soak him in.
them went home squawlin' an' kickin', " The rajah had it in fer a temprunce
too, an' I don't blame 'em. Kids advocate that was havin' a good deal
don't git no fair show. Nor grown-up to say around there about rulers that
folks don't, neether, come to think of didn't know in the mornin' what they'd
it. This is a hard world. My present done the night before, an' about the
was a hymn book. , time the natives was dodgin' in under
" "Well, anyhow. After the table the swingin', bloodthirsty flowers to
had bin red up an' we'd settled down grab off their Christmas presents that
to cawfee, an' cider, an' nuts, an' cake, the high shurruff had hung there after
an' things, they come after some of us gluttin' the tree to sleep with raw beef,
professionals again to tell about our out comes the rajah, soused to the
old-time Exmusses in foreign parts. gills, an' goes up against this tem-
I led off by an accounta the Ban-yan prunce man.
tree of Noo Zealand. I was reminded " I'm goin' to show you what I'm
'
of it because that thing happened at a goin' to do to you,' says he, fer what '
Exmuss, the time I was over there you said about me,' he says. I'm '
collectin' curiosities for the Old Man, goin' to take you apart like a boy does
an' the Ban-yan tree is the only kinduv with a watch,' he says, but I ain't *
Christmas tree they has in that strange goin' to put you together again,' says
an' barbarous land. he. You're goin' to be a set o'
'
" You know, Noo Zealand being on Christmas tree decorations,' says he.
the other sida the yearth, the seasons "An' with that he gives the high
is the opposite of what they is on this sign to soma his murmy-dons, an'
side, an' insteada nice, comfortable they're makin' fer this temprunce guy,
snow an' sleigh-bells, it's hawt —hawt- when I butts in, strong, an' tells him
er'n Noorleens an' twice as sunshiny he can't do that while I'm there.
as Calgary. The rajah of the town " Can that line o' talk, Bill,' says
'
where I happened to be was a dissolute he to me. I'm the hull house o'
'
old rake, fonda playin' poker and a lords here,' he says. You're all right,
'
fierce booze-fighter. Spent most of Bill,' says he, an' I'm your friend, but
'
his time lyin' in bed an' roarin' fer you can't come insida my gate an'
rum. He was as shy on religion as a play 'at you're my
boss.'
guinea-pig, but he had plenty o' "An' when I makes a pass at him,
morals, only they was all bad. Fer a dozen of his men lassoos me from
all that, he played up ito the local behind, an' throws me. An' he jest
clergy, an' made his subjects go to picks up that cold-water bloke an'
church regular—it was politics with throws him into the blood-red foliage
him, fer the native clergy had the pull of that awful tree, an' I seen him slowly
with the voters, and he knew which disappear, shriekin', all tangled in a
side his bread was buttered on. They writhin' mass o' flowers.
make more fuss about Christmas than " The rajah cocks his coronet over
we do, an' every village has its one his right eye, an' says he, laughin'
big Christmas tree fer all. fiendish, So perish temprunce Gim-
'
!
here, an' we hadn't gone to bed yet, doin' no harm, he comes out at me like
but the* was the most hair-raisin' a runaway grizzly, an' tears me clothes
noise all at wunst, a man yowlin' an' He wownded me, I tell ye '
off. !
Caesar roarin' like Niagara Falls, an' says he. I'm all wownded behind,'
'
outa Caesar's mouth an' looks at it. a roar like that, when Danny's sick.'
" It's a piece of a suita clothes,'
' " '
What was that roarin' ? says '
'
I guess Caesar has quit bein' a veget- The's only three ropes in a circus,' he
arian. Christmas Eve, too. I'm sorry. says, an' I'm no better'n a hank of
'
country beauty, was doing a sad Ismael's playmate on the hills, but the
duty in the little plot of ground last of her people had been slain, and
back of Fedora's cottage. On the day she was going down to the great White
when the awful storm which had burst City, where it was said her race was
upon the palace swept up from the ever welcome. The Prince who now
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T. G. MARQUIS 125
ruled was of her tribe, so she had heard, at finding lying across the threshold
and he ever helped those of his own a ragged, unkempt tramp, one of the
blood who came to him for protection. %\Tecks of her own people. But she
She was glad, however, of the warmth was a brave woman, and bending over
and comfort of the hut. and stayed the fallen man, she saw he was flushed
with Fedora to wait upon her and to and feverish she saw, too, how thin he
;
was, therefore, some days before a " Zora " breathed as from one in a
passer-by brought them word of the dream. She looked anxiously into
strange calamity that had befallen the hot, thin but finely cut face of the
the great Prince. Fedora mourned sick man, and then with a strange im-
because there was now no hope for her pulse she cried, " Ismael."
recovery the harp that had given her
;
" Zora," was breathed back to her.
strength was gone, and she must soon No other word did he speak. For days,
die ; and Zora wept because she had for weeks, he lay as one in a trance ;
dreamt that in the vast citj'- she might and during these weeks the sheep were
be able to find little Ismael if not, she
; sadly neglected. At length his eyes
could at least see the wonderful Prince, opened, opened with wonder at the
and, perhaps, hear his miracle-working gentle eyes that were looking into his
music ; but the news the traveller own.
brought shattered her hopes, and she " Where am I ? " he said.
determined to stay with Fedora even " In Fedora's cottage, and I am
after her recover}^. She tried to find Zora."
out from the old woman something " Zora ? " he said, as though trying
about the little musician who had re- to recall the name.
stored strength to her withered body, " Zora," he repeated, " with whom
but Fedora's memory had failed her, I played before they sold me yester-
"
and she did not even remember his day ?
name or the name she had given him. " Yesterday, Ismael ! It was years
All she knew was that he had gone to ago."
the city, become a prince and forgotten " Years ago ? Where have I been ?
her. Even this much information she Where have been ? I was sold yes-
I
gave with so many wild and wandering terday, it seems to me, for two sheep.
words that Zora thought her mad and
'
sheep, while Zora worked with busy you are to be married to-day we will
hands in the garden and the hut. have to make haste about it, as there
One day word came to them that, will be no time for such things when the
in the city to which their eyes were ever Queen and Princess reach the city ;
turned, a holiday had been decreed in and, hark there is the trumpet telling
!
1
WITH THESE PRESENTS FOR THE PRIEST, ISU&BX. AND ZORA SET OFF DOWN THE DUSTY ROAD
Leading them was the giant Lara, Zora, dumb with fright, felt his great,
straight and tall, and splendid in com- rough, kindly face pressed to hers.
plete armor. " Here, lass," he said, taking from
" Look, look " cried the father,
! his pouch a golden chain, " here is a
" there the finest soldier in the king-
is marriage gift for you. By Our Lady,
dom. It was he who guarded the if this lout had not been before me,
Prince when he first came to the city. and I am ever late, I would have wed-
What legs he has and what a chest "
! ! ded thee myself."
Zora was clinging tremblingly to He pressed the chain into her trem-
her husband's arm. She feared the bling hand, laughed a great gruff laugh,
great soldier and his gleaming sword, clinked his visor shut, and advanced
tall as an ordinary man. She feared towards the square where the statue
him still more when he roared out a had been erected.
greeting to the priest. Ismael was as one in a trance ;
" Ho, Father Pedro, at your old somewhere surely in the past he had
tricks! tying knots even on a holiday ! heard that voice and he tried to re-
;
Well, well, the wench is a fair one. call the life he must have lived during
Ho, ho, afraid of me; a kiss for that !" the long years since the day he was
He threw back his visor ; and sold for two sheep and the day on
127
128 THE KING'S WISH
which Zora found him lying at the hut —
absence the wolf that Fedora ever
door, but it was all a blank. Still the talked about, ever dreaded."
towering form of Lara and his thunder- Into the sheep-fold Ismael rushed,^
ing voice remained in his mind as but the wolf was not there, and in the
famiUar things. farthest corner the sheep were huddled
At last the royal car with the Queen together in a trembling mass. Only
and Princess rolled by, and in its wake one had been taken the fattest one, ;
was an army of soldiers. The citi- it was true but Lara's chain and the
;
zens pressed eagerly after it, and in this Princess's purse made them forget
crowd Father Pedro and Zora and their loss.
Ismael found themselves borne along. After this, however, when Ismael
When the square where the statue was went to the hill pasture with his sheep,
had been reached, the father managed he kept a careful eye for the wolf and ;
to get a good position near the Queen always set out armed with the great
and Princess, where he could not only knife that he found hanging on the
see the statue to advantage, but could wall of the hut. But the wolf did not
even hear the words of the Queen as return for many days, and Ismael
she addressed the multitude which became less watchful ; and he would
assembled before her. lie in the sunlight and make rude
To Ismael the crowd seemed fam- whistles, on which he tried to play to
iliar. That splendid figure, too, with his flock after the manner of shepherds,
the golden harp in its hands, he seemed but could only produce a harsh and
to have known and both he and Pedro
; discordant noise that greatly amused
were startled by hearing Zora say, Zora. Poor Ismael, he longed to sing
" How like the statue is to thee, my and to play and he had dreams that
;
it and pressed his hand affectionately, and where ? It must have been in
thinking how much happier she was the lost years of his life. But no he :
than the beautiful Princess, who had had then been a poor, homeless tramp,
naught but a marble image to love. he thought, whose mind had been un-
Another one present had noticed hinged by the sufferings his people
a resemblance between Ismael and had undergone on their long march
the artist's reproduction of the Prince. over the mountains. He began to
The Princess, who had been sweeping dream very much as little Jos6 had
her eye over the crowd and thinking dreamt so many years before, and two
of ]os6, had seen it, and beckoning to of his flock wandered from his sight.
Pedro, bade him bring the newly- One he recovered, but by the edge of
wedded couple to her. She gazed the dark forest he came upon the wool,
long into Ismael's face, and he returned blood and bones of the other.
her gaze, wondering where he had seen He drove his sheep home, shut them
her before. Then she sighed deeply, in the fold, whetted his knife, and tak-
and pressing a purse into Zora's hand, ing a strong bow and arrow, went out
bade them be happy. boldly in search of the robber. Into
It was a long, weary day for Ismael the black forest he courageously march-
and Zora, but at last it was over and ; ed, tracking the wolf by the blood-
in the cool of the evening, footsore and stained pieces of wool that were left
happy and rich, they toiled up the as the beast had dragged to its lair
hill- slopes to their little hut— their bits of the carcase. He at length
home. When they went with a torch came upon it, snarling and fierce.
to the sheep-fold to see to their flock, Then he fitted an arrow to his bow,
they saw that the door was broken took steady aim, and drove the weapon
and that the ground about it was to its shaft in the great side of the
sprinkled with blood and wool. savage beast. But the wolf was only
^ The wolf, the wolf " cried Zora,
! wounded, and sprang in fury upon
in 'alarm, "he has been here in our Ismael. He seized it by the throat
i
A WOMAN ALWAYS 129
with a firm grip, swung his knife fierce- hands produced. Once a year they
ly with his strong right hand, and split went together, not to sell or to buy,
the head of the brute in twain, and it but to worship.
fell dead at his feet. The Prince was now deemed a saint,
He stood a moment looking in tri-
i-
and it grew to be the custom for people
umph on the beast he had slain, then to prostrate themselves before his
went to work with his sharp knife and statue and ask his protection and ;
tore the thick black skin from the body Ismael and Zora never failed to make
and carried it down the mountain and their annual visit, and with the other
2ast it at Zora's feet. " Prince," My pilgrims uncovered their heads and
she cried, " hero "
my —
and he trem-
! bowed in the dust before the image of
bled as he heard her words somewhere ; the man who had made the kingdom
in the past such words had been ad- so strong that, though he was no more
dressed to him by other lips, but he in the land, it was safe from foreign
knew not where, nor by whom. It invasion and from internal strife.
mattered not. He was as happy as a As the years flew by a little curly-
king, without a king's care and to ; headed lad, with a face very I'ke the
aim Zora was more beautiful than even one carved in the marble, went with
the Queen or the Princess. them. He was named Jose, after the
j
"i^^How happily they lived together in good saint, and as his parents prayed
Ifcheir humble home, and how pros- for happiness and prosperity, he off"ered
perous they became Their flock in-
! Mp his childish prayer for protection
creased so much that a new fold had to from wolves and bears and bad mer; ;
ibe built, and either Ismael or Zora had and he was protected by the very
;to make frequent visits to the White Jose of the statue, though he knew
City to sell what their industrious it not.
THE BNDt
A Woman Always
By W. Lacey Amy
i
Editor's Note. — This is the fifth of
campaign for Christmas trade was
\i series of five stories dealing with the viewed by the supply houses.
business adventures of a feminine Some firms were cutting down ex-
'ffnmercial traveller on the road for a penses by employing cheaper sales-
Jewellery house and in direct competi- men. But the better houses had
tion with her husband, the salesman for figured it out that the profit lay in the
1 rival firm.
best salesmen to be had, and in the
common with the other wholesale special efforts that could be made to
IN jewelry houses, Flank & Miers had attract business. Flank & Miers had
felt the "financial stringency" of hit upon the latter course. It was not
the latter part of 1907. Jewelers so much their superior business acu-
iJjrere affected by the shortened customary reliance upon
reins of men, but their
inance more than any other mer- the spectacular. Following up this
chants. Some good old businesses idea of tempting business, a letter
lad refused to be persuaded to invest from Miers had brought Mary D.
n a dollar's worth of goods for the down to Montreal to confer with her
springand summer business all were ; employers concerning the Christmas
)uying sparingly, and it was with some campaign.
repidation that the outcome of the Their woman traveller had kept
130 A WOMAN ALWAYS
away from the house as much as pos- on Thursday night's train and report
sible of late. An uncontrollable an- immediately at his house. She knew
tipathy to Miers warned her that an that this meant that plans were to be
outbreak would take place on little laid without Flank's knowledge, or
additional provocation, and she was that everything was to be decided
not prepared as yet to forfeit her beforehand so that the consultation
profitable position for the satisfaction with Flank would be merely a form.
of telling him some reliable facts. These orders Mary D. ignored, going
Mary D, had come to appreciate fully immediately to a hotel, and appearing
her place in the jewelry world and in at the office at 9.30 the next morning,
the good graces of her firm. She at which time she knew Flank would
knew now that it was not her ability be in his office. She had important
as a salesman, but the advertisement business to perform, and she wanted
it gave her firm, that made her most it attended to from the first by the
valuable. To be used in this way was full authority of the firm.
displeasing enough, but to feel that But Miers was not to be disappointed
her abuse of her sex was for the profit if he could help it. Through his open
of a man like Miers was disgusting office door he saw Mary D. enter the
her more every day. outer office, and in a moment he was
However, the call for a conference bowing in front of her, his lean hands
had come at a most opportune time rubbing over each other in an insinuat-
for her. Since Marly's return from ing way that made her long to pull his
abroad, and his rescue of her in- the hair. She answered his health en-
bridge adventure, she had felt more quiries as cordially as she could, and
than ever her separation from her' hus- disregarding his attempts to turn her
band. With him on the road in the towards his office, walked straight up
same territory, she had been sustained to Flank's office on the other side, and
by the rivalry, and had always had an knocked. Miers, seeing the futility
impetus that interested her. Since of trying to secure a private interview,
he had been promoted his trips occu- ambled after her, and without stopping
pied only a few weeks of the year, and opened the door and ushered her into
his elevation itself seemed to project the presence of the nominal head.
an obstacle. A year before, or even Flank, a big, red-faced, phlegmatic!
eight months before, Marly had been creature, with a cigar almost as much
no more to her than a rival of special a part of his face as his nose, merely |
interest. Gradually his increasing in- pushed a bunch of letters aside andj
dependence and success had forced grunted a greeting, leaving Miers toj
upon her the conviction that Marly bustle up a chair for their visitor. I
was expanding and assuming a position The latter immediately took charge
which brought from her respect?^ and of affairs and proceeded to business, i
even admiration. It was most natural He explained that they had called I
that she should then feel their relation- Mary D. in to confer with them on the-
ship ; and his six months' absence had fall's prospects and to devise ways and}
given her time to think with all the means to overcome the paucity of|
freedom that presented no warning orders which was fully expected in
of whither her thoughts were leading the jewelry business. t\ hile the Httle
her. The exciting occasion of Marly's Jew dilated upon their trust in Mary
first appearance after his return had D., and incidentally infused into the
taken almost all restraint from her conversation a feeling that they ex-j
altered feeHng for him , and she was pected her to make good or she would!
glad in the belief that Marly knew it. have to account to him personally,!
Mary D. had thought over the chang- the senior member slowly puffed at
ed situation during her wearisome his huge cigar, and Mary D. looked!
journeys, and had devised a scheme over Miers' head into the street, sur-
which made Miers' orders to visit prised at her own indifference and ir
Montreal most acceptable. Part of her unaccountable interest in the
Miers' instructions had been to arrive efforts of a big dray horse to back i
W. LACEY AMY 131
cart against a warehouse entrance features that will retain the interest
across the street. Miers' voice came for this season, anyway."
"
to her only at intervals. She knew "And what after this season ?
what he was saying without being Mary D. cotdd not help asking, a
conscious that the words were being dangerous gleam in her eyes.
An assumed playfulness in " We're only disturbed about this
spoken.
his tone warned her that he noticed season at present. In short, our plan
her pre-occupation, and she came back is to fit you out in such a way that the
to the consciousness of events to hear Christmas trade of Flank & Miers for
him ask, "Are you going to see that 1907 should eclipse any other year.
Flank &
Miers get their share of the What do you think of this ? We have
business
"
? —
ordered an automobile for you a big
" I think Ihave seldom lost sight yellow speeder with the firm name on
of that," she answered seriously, with the sides. A negro will be your
a note of rebuke that made Miers twist chauffeur, and in addition to the ex-
in his chair and opened one of Flank's citement you create, you'll be able to
eyes. make time and get around ahead of
" Yes, Mrs. Norton," Miers respond- your competitors. We want you to
ed, his hands commencing their ner- sit to-day for your photo, and picture
vous rubbing. " But this year things postcards of you vdh be sent ahead of
will be different. Mr. Flank and my- you to all the jewellers. Make your
self feel that we will have to make dress as striking as you can for this.
some special effort this year, and we A set of paste jewelry is being made
expect our employees to do the same. for you — we're a little afraid to risk
We are paying you well, and do not good stones after your Wharton affair.
wish to reduce your salary to meet Perhaps you can suggest something
existing conditions." else."
Mary D. flushed but remained silent. Mary D. had been biting her lips
" We know we've got the goods, as the full significance of Miers' plans
and any failure to return the orders were unfolded. When he ceased she
can only rest upon our travellers," he turned suddenly to Flank, who started
added, with a disagreeable smile. nervously at being brought into the
Mary D. always felt her anger rise conversation.
when she was treated to that smile, " I can tell you," she said earnestly,
and it was only by a supreme effort leaning towards the big smoker, " I
that she restrained herself. can tell you what would be the biggest
"
Western Ontario will do as well thing now and for all time for Flank &
as can be expected," was all she said, Miers. I know a man — a stone buyer,
but Flank's other eye opened and he a man whose knowledge of values is
missed a puff. worth thousands, one of the best sales-
Miers' eyes were tmnkling angrily. men on the road. I don't know whether
" Well, we expect much. We're go- he'll come or not, but if Flank &
ing to help you all we can. W-^e're Miers can secure the services of Marly
going to spend a lot of money on you, Norton, of Main & Co., our business
and we will look for its return. You're would be the best and my sales the
going to have what no other jewelry biggest. Can you find a place for Marly
traveller has, and we look to you to Norton ? " And Mary D. rose from
make good on it." her chair and leaned over the big form
Flank opened his mouth as if to say of her employer.
something, but concluded to take "Why— er—er—I !" Flank had
another puff only. Mary D. said dropped his cigar ash over his vest in
nothing, and Miers continued : his embarrassment, and now looked
" Now, we've thought a lot of this helplessly at the quicker-thinking
matter, and some of our plans I can Miers, who was moving restlessly in
give you. It appears to us that the his chair and looking for an opportunity
novelty of a female traveller may be of breaking in upon an important busi-
wearing out, and we will add other ness suggestion in which he was ignored.
132 A WOMAN ALWAYS
" Mydear Mrs. Norton," piped the ously cultivated previously as part of
littleJew, " there's nothing we'd like her advertisement. She worked harder
better than to please you. But you than ever, planned more thoughtfully
see, we haven't a place for him. I do than ever, studied her rivals more
the stone buying, and we don't need a carefully than ever — and had better
traveller. Now, let's get down to results than ever. Merchants looked
business and plan this auto scheme." for her coming not as a curiosity
Mary D. looked at him a moment in affording the excitement of her eccen-
a way that made him really fearful of tricities, her manliness, her opposition
personal violence, and he twitched his to every other jewelry salesman, but
chair further towards the window. as a traveller with the goods, with the
Then she smiled scornfully and threw best methods of selling them, with all
at him " Your auto scheme you can
: the womanliness of a woman, whose
develop with some other woman freak. business was never allowed entirely
From now on I refuse to direct my sex to drown her sex. Some of the jewel-
to an accumulation of dollars for you, ers even attempted a flirtation, which
you little Jew, and to receiving for they hastily concealed when she looked
myself a salary and an undesirable absently at them, and held her pencil
notoriety. I'm sorry I brought Mr. ready to write.
Norton's name into any connection Some of the oldest merchants soon
with such a firm. I had plans but — noticed how willingly she was led into
this miserable refugee has fortunately conversation about her husband and ;
balked me. You heard the only con- many a one smiled to himself as he
dition that would keep me in your em- grasped the meaning of it. Mary D.
ploy, and I'm glad you have refused. often forgot her business in her talks
You have my resignation. You owe of Marly, only to return nervously
me month's salary. Keep it "
a ! to the practical side of life —and later
Without waiting for the partners to in the day, after her work was done,
* *****
collect themselves she walked out.
*
Within a month the firm of the
to wander around to the store again
and turn the conversation to Marly
and their old-time rivalry.
Eastern Jewelry Co. was launched, Marly never came out now. Cowley
with Mary D. Norton as sole proprietor was being given a free hand to prove
and head traveller. She had decided his value, and the stone business of the
not to call it by her name as it would be house of Main & Co. had grown to such
the same initials as her husband's, proportions as to demand the constant
and the firm name would be almost attention of the head of the department."
the same 'as that of the unfortunate Mary D. never saw him, but she heard
original Norton firm. Starting just in of him often through the patrons of
time for the Christmas trade, Mary D., the firm, and when the Eastern Jewelry
by her personal exertions on the road, Co. was out of any supplies, which
kept the office staff so busy that happened quite frequently on account
thoughts of Marly were entertainable of the newness of the firm, Mary D.
only at detached moments of the day. always wrote personally to Marly,
The new jewelry firm was a big factor invariably adding a funny little semi-
in the holiday business. Cowley lost —
personal note on another sheet ^notes
ground rapidly, and the new female which Marly read, and answered in
traveller put on by Flank & Miers kind after he had collected himself,
experienced all the inconvenience of addressing his letters personally to
automobiling, all the unenviable notor- her.
iety of negro chauffeurs and picture The spring of 1908 saw no relief in
postcards, without the accompaniment the financial condition of the country,
of full order sheets. Mary D. was at and Mary D. found herself facing the
her best with an excitement that made payment of the large short-timed bills
her most attractive. She had dis- on which no extension would be al-
carded the velvet waist, the checked lowed to a new firm. Jewelers through-
shirt, the long, manly stride, so studi- out the country were unable to pay
W. LACEY AMY 133
At the words, Mary D.'s whole face tinued, thrilling at the knowledge that
changed, and with a radiant look she she was glad even in her trouble.
put out her hand in an impulsive "And, Mary, my
only unhappiness
little movement that was all feminine now comes through you. I want you,
and very appealing. The business dear. Won't you give it up and let
woman was gone; in her stead the me try to make you happy again ? "
wife glad in her husband's success And Mary just leaned her head on
looked out of her brightened eyes. his shoulder and sighed restfuUy.
Author's Note. —The following came from Joseph Haird, from whom
came to me among the papers of Hugo I had not heard for seven years. He
Fretelle, a dear friend. It must have said: am sending you this week's
"I
been written about eleven days before his 'Pilfile Messenger'. It has a report of
death. His family did not know that my speech at the County Farmers' Club
the coming event had cast its shadow
dinner, which I hope you will read.
before him. Please apply the kind things the paper
ETHEL has just told me my says about it to yourself, for I owe most
moustache is I have
going grey. of my success as a speaker to your
known it some time, and once
for advice, and more to your example. As
considered the wisdom of defeat- this is the most handsome printed
ing Anno Domini with a razor. But it recognition I have received of efforts
would be vain. My
temples also are that have cost me a good deal of toil, I
crossed with silver, and I have no taste am sending it to you. Will you not
for baldness. Besides, what's the use? send me something of yours?"
The days march by apace and stealthily "Bless my soul," said I to myself.
scatter their souvenirs over your head. " I don't remember telling him how to
Now and then they deliver a reminder talk; but let's see what he said to the
that pierces to your heart. You tire of Farmers' Club."
transactions with men of the voices of
; There was news in the report. The
the street; and long for the cold days, farmers' feast was held this year at
and the snug hearth, and the still com- Mallingtown, it said, was graced by the
munion of books, and falling shadows presence of Mr. Teeman Thomas, M.P.,
that become dear companions for they ;
member Mid- Kent, and by His
for
presage more real, unavoidable things Worship the Mayor of Mallingtown,
that are shortly to come. Joseph Haird, Esq. " The speech of
Papers come from places you once the evening," wrote the chronicler,
knew You " was made by the Mayor of the town
familiarly. look down the
stories of the living and find strange in response to The Future of Agricul-
*
names that seem to wear a too confi- ture'. It was replete with humor,
dent, almost an impertinent look. To showed an intimate acquaintance with
find some of the old familiars you have farmers' difficulties; and gave a de-
to turn to obituaries, and the printed lightful and instructive forecast of the
echoes of the tolling bell. And, some- days when our greatest industry will
•***
times there is news that gives you a
quiet thrill of joy, and compensates for
sundry tribulations.
136
136 CONFESSIONS OF A GRANDFATHER OF SPEECH
marked His Worship as one of the best Haird had got the soft western "s" to
after-dinner speakers in the country." perfection. To the extent of the story,
Only one of Haird's stories was at least, I must be the grandfather of
reflected in the "Messenger". It is Haird's speech. I suppose we must
singular that newspapers will put into have talked at some time about speak-
type the warmed-over jokes (and they ing at dinners and on public occasions.
are pretty cold, even then), from ex- The truth is that in those days the duty
changes that obtained them from other of speaking for "The Press" often fell
exchanges, and will ignore pearls of on me. People used to ask, " How do
humor that are always falling around you manage it?" When ignorance of
them. Pepson, the most observant what "it" meant was professed, they
traveller I have ever known, dropped said, " How is it
that you always speak
in on Friday. I asked him why the so well?" In time I came to know I
newspapers never got hold of any of was envied by some who had been
his best stories. speaking before I was born.
" Because I tell them to the news- It is five 5^ears since I have watched
paper boys," he said. "They don't a crowd as listened to it voice. my
become everybody's property when half How I came to neglect a rare gift is a
a dozen newspaper men have laughed story t]iat is hidden in the old escritoire,
over them till they've bunged their and will not be rediscovered while I
eyes up, and can't see a good thing for am here. Perhaps there is something
their papers." wicked in deliberately neglecting, in
Haird's story, as given in the " Mes- the prime of life, an endowment that
senger" was this: A farmer returning was surely meant to be used. But
home late at night, found a man stand- Fate caught me unawares. The Dex-
ing beside the house, with a lighted ter candidature threw me down, be-
lantern in his hand. cause, suppose, Beltring was as honest
I
"What are you doing here?" he as I. said I threw away a
They
asked, savagely, suspecting he had promising career because of pique.
caught a criminal. For answer came a But they did not know what happened
chuckle, and: two nights before the election; and I
"It's only mee, zur." had to bear the silent reproaches of my
The farmer recognized John, his own people, who were more ambitious
shepherd. for me than they cared to acknowledge
"It's you, John, is it? What the even among themselves.
devil are you doing here, this time o' But it was not callousness to what I
night?" owe my parents that has made me
Another chuckle. " I'm a-coortin', quench the incommunicable fire. They
zur." have long since gone to their reward. I
"And who are you courting?" hope that what they missed in me has
"Ann, zur, she zed zhe'd 'ave to goo been more than made up to them.
in now, or zhe wood'n be up in time vur Each succeeding year makes me appre-
jhurnin', zur." ciate more the boundless deep of their
" But what are you doing here, now worth. For more years than I care to
that she's gone in?" count I used to hear them talk to
" zur, till zhe gets up
I'm a-waitin', —
Almighty God my father every morn-
to 'er winder, zur, and I can zee the ing, and my father and mother every
candle goo out." evening. This day I revere their un-
" And so you've come courting with a conscious eloquence. At one time 1
lantern, you fool. Why, I never took a did not know eloquence when I heard it
lantern when I courted your mistress." in the most sacred place from which it
" No, zur, you didn't, zur," John may spring.
chuckled. " We can all zee you didn't, 't'j: They came of a time w^hen'^
zur." Knowledo[e to their eyes'^her ample page
I remember bringing the story to Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er un-
Mallingtown ten years ago from Somer- roll.
more kind; and if someone had told enough. Ideas and convictions must
him in his youth what ambition might beat out their own music. For all
do for him, would have been heeded in these years I have found a wistful
any assembly. My mother, at eighty- pleasure in detecting signs of high
three years of age, had as lively a wit, capacity where most people discerned
as finely- textured a mind, as rare a gift only the most respectable average.
of speech, as I have ever known in There w411 always be more geese than
woman. My father never knew on swans. He is on the high road to
how broad a foundation he might have happiness who sees more swans than he
builded. My mother never saw the expected to find; and especially if he
heights to which she could have soared. can see in process a few transformations
For me, Gray's lament has become a from commonplace to splendour.
piece of autobiography. Haird is a revelation of that sort, for
which I thank my stars. And while I
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; muse, others come back to my mind
Hands that the rod of Empire might have recollections of my more robust days,
swayed. that I have not considered before.
Or woke to ecstasy the living lyre.
Four present themselves vividly; two
But it will not do to allow a melan- in whom readers rejoice; and tvro for
choly imagination to dwell on what whom the spoken sentence is a talisman
—
might have been for them, or for me. of power. More, I know, I shall not
I
i
Haird's delighted and delightful intima-
tion has come across the ocean, like a
sort of angelus. It lifts me out of a
see.
*******
Four years ago a business man,
cloud of regrets into an air of blessed whose study of literature was believed
hope. To Haird and to all Mailing- to be divided between bank bills and
town, including the people who laughed bills of lading, confided to me his dread
at jokes that we have all forgotten, and of,and desire for, public service. " Do
who clinked glasses that have become you know," he said, " I think of what I
smithereens. I am already dead. But, want to say, put it down on paper, go
being dead, I yet speak. Haird proves over it, change it; and before the time
it. Only through a false modesty could comes to say it, the darned stuff seems
I say to myself that he doesn't speak no good, and I'd give a thousand
truth. For now, at this very moment, dollars to be allowed to hold my
I do recall howhe came to me, de- tongue."
pressed by his inability to think while " I suppose," I ventured, " you would
on his feet; and, as he put it, " a cursed give a thousand dollars to know that
absence of ideas when I do think." you could speak well, with a little
Now, I knew, by a faculty of pene- preparation?"
tration that has puzzled me oftener "Yes, indeed I would."
than it has astonished those w^ho know "Before you throw away so much
me, that Haird had enough native money," I said, "will you imagine a
power, and a range of ideas on which case ? Suppose a bald-headed, bearded
to found a facility of expression. The man were to come in now, and say,
heart of my counsel to him was this: '
Excuse the interruption, but I am
"Don't be frightened by the curious from Stratford-on-Avon. My name is
hesitation that first comes over you William Shakespeare. I've written
when you see a crowd of people sitting something I should like to read to you
still as pumpkins, looking at you as if The quality of mercy is not strained;
"
they were a lot of hungry children It '
waiting while father carves the joint. "Yes, yes," smiled my friend. "It
"
They won't hurt you. Just say what droppeth as the gentle rain
you want to say, and let the con- "Well, you would be delighted to
<;equences go hang." have such a Shakespearean recital.
That is not the whole gospel, of Suppose, after lunch, the gentle^
course; but to one who has the undis- from Stratford came h^-'—'^^^'^ ^^^
covered illumination \^4thin him. it is '
Excuse the interru-
. : :
Mallingto w -
setshire. To i.
"
gotten Carrol's momentous visit,though "That's not the truth at all! I don't
it lay so far in the past. The fourth, mean to reflect on your veracity,
however, had been a mere baby eight Margaret, but you must have been
years before, and was now a very new misinformed. She wasn't as bad as all
"bud" indeed. She could scarcely that, Muriel."
contain her curiosity until she had left "No, indeed," spoke up the quiet
the house, when she insistently de- fourth of the party. " She is a nice
manded to hear all about Miss Lee, " for girl, Muriel, and from what I've always
I know there is a story. Aunt Margaret, heard, there were two sides to the
for you all looked so funny when Mrs. quarrel. Alan Mackenzie, as everyone
Holling first spoke of her sister. Tell knows, was no saint in those days, and I
me quickly, for I'm dying to hear." happen to know that he flirted as much
Miss Norris cleared her throat and as she ever did."
replied " Well, Ethel Lewis, champion her as
" Well, Muriel, my dear, there was a much as you please," 'sneered Miss
story, and you may as well hear it. Norris, " Muriel will soon be able to
This Carrol Lee is a very pretty judge for herself. For I am not afraid
Southerner, and very gay, too! So to wager that she is coming back to
different from our girls! About eight catch the doctor again — Oh, you
years ago she spent a summer with
Holling, and flirted right and left
Mrs. needn't 'Oh' —you'll see!"
"I'm just crazy to see her!" ex-
disgracefully in my —
opinion ^and man- claimed Muriel.
aged to have a great deal of attention, " You'll be crazier still to see her go,"
and, after a few weeks her engagement was her aunt's caustic reply.
to Alan Mackenzie was announced."
II.
"Dr. Alan Mackenzie?"
" Yes. You needn't turn so red, It was just two weeks later that
Muriel; I have no patience with your Carrol Lee, at the close of a dreary
habit of blushing every time that man's November day, arrived in Winnipeg.
name is mentioned. You needn't fly A tempestuous welcome from the
the flag just because you happen to family was succeeded by a hurried
imagine yourself in love with him dinner, and a drive to the theatre.
calf love!" It was late when the part}^ returned
—
BARBARA BALLANTINE 141
and Carrol excused herself almost at it was not unmaidenly or unnatural for me
once on returning to the house, saying to come away up north, to see him again.
But I know no proper-minded girl, with any
to her sister: pride, would have done such a thing, and it
" I have to write to Maidie to-night, will serve me right if he is married to that
Genevieve. I promised I would, and little girl who was with him to-night. Oh,
you know what letters mean to her." Maidie, why did I ever look at those letters ?
I wish I had torn them into little bits. As it
" Poor Maidie. How is she now?" is,they are close beside me now, in this little
" Oh, just the same. The doctors desk at which I originally wrote them. I
say she will never walk again. Good- can't write any more. I feel too upset, and
rather foolish.
night, dear."
Good-night, you darling, and try to keep
' Good- night, Callie." as well and jolly as you can till I come home
The letter, at length, was written in to regale you with tales of sleighs and tobog-
this wise: gans and skating, and ail sorts of wonderftil
northern pleasures. And write often to
Dear Maidie,
If you could see me now, perched on the
..ill ;•.. JjS:^ :i.Carrol.
window seat, before a double window, thick The daysslipped by rapidly, Carrol
with frost ferns, and attired in my padded finding herself, as usual, the centre of
Japanese dressing gown (for the clock struck attraction at all the festivities. Gaiety
twelve a minute ago, and I'm supposed to be
retiring), you would marvel at the faithfvil- succeeded gaiety, for Winnipeg's winter
ness with which I keep my promise. season rushes on with great vim; and
I J got here at five o'clock this after- Carrol, long since grown weary of the
noon, and would never have known the place usual round of calls, cards and cotillions,
— it has changed so. To begin with, it is
found new zest in the new forms old
now a big city, and the snow all over every-
thing, and the cold, sharp air made every- pleasures took. Skating and snow-
thing so different from the hot dusty town I shoeing and hockey matches were all
left, eight years ago. Genevieve, Peter and new and keen and Carrol,
delights,
the kiddies met me, and drove me home in a
sleigh, all complete with buffalo robes and
queening it as merrily as ever, had only
jingle bells. one bitter drop in her cup of happiness.
Genevieve is fussier than ever, and She very rarely met Alan Mackenzie,
thinner. Peter is bald, and getting fat, and and when she did, his indifferent for-
the children are great, big people, oppres-
sively well behaved at present; Dixi, the
mality led her to assume her coldest
baby, isn't a baby at all, but a big boy of six, manner, and nothing ever followed the
and brimful of mischief. If you believe short exchange of greetings.
Genevieve, they are all wonders. Christmas was approaching rapidly,
Yes, yes, I'm coming to him, you romantic
little goose— and I can scarcely wait for the and the Rollings children were deep in
—
pen to form the words for I have seen him the hiding of mysterious packages and
already, Maidie, and he is just the same old the qmet searching under sofas, and in
Alan, apparently. No, I haven't met him cupboards, for the many mysterious
—
yet just caught a glimpse of him, across the
theatre, and I don't think he knew I was
bundles, which they had glimpsed, in
there. He was with his aunt and a pretty the smuggling-in.
young girl, who is a stranger to me. I hate Dixi, however, had a birthday, on
to think of her
—
—
she may be engaged to him,
even married, for all I know. Genevieve
the twenty-third of December. That
hasn't mentioned his name and neither have
morning found him in great excitement,
I. I dare not think of him too much, for he dancing up to his place at the table,
may be the property of that pretty and and excitedly tearing the wrappers
terribly young —
yes, terribly to me, Maidie.
for I am sure I feel and look my twenty-
from the parcels piled high above his
seven years. plate. Carrol came in late to break-
I feel so miserable, so mean
and so cheap, learning to care, after all these fast,and was just in time to see him
years apart, and can feel my face burn every vanishing from the dining room with
time I let myself remember how badly I
his precious load.
treated him, long ago.
But when I suddenly plucked up courage, "Come here, Dixi, and get six
that day in the attic, to read his old letters, kisses."
and look at his photograph, which had been He came and bore the kisses with
hidden away all these years, I knew, at once, bored heroism. "That all, Auntie?
that I could never marry Poulson Van
Alstyne or anyone else but Alan. Just kisses?"
And I " No, you greedy boy, here's a
had to tell you all about it and in the end new
let you help to persuade my willing self that football for you. Hope you'll like it."
142 DIXI, UNDERSTUDY TO CUPID
"Thanks very much. I have two meaning, and now so pathetically
already, Auntie, but I'll like yours empty, hurt her almost more than she
best, because you're the nicest girl could bear.
I know." And then he rushed off. My Sweetheart,
"Carrol," said Genevieve, nervously To-night, you must sail down the river
banging the lid of the silver coffee pot with me in my canoe. Come to the boathouse
at five, and I'll be waiting with our tea and
up and down, " Mrs. Morphy 'phoned
the book. We'll enjoy them both, alone
last night, while you were at the together, on the shore, near the French-
Carnival. She wants you to go to man's, and drift back to town again in the
lunch to-day. It's to meet Edith moonlight. Just our two selves, darling
She's just in town Carrol, in my good old canoe.
Crosley, you know.
Alan.
for a few days, on her way back to
England. She's Mrs. Redmond, you Carrol read it slowly, with an aching
know, now. Well are you going to— heart. She lived the happy evening
—
over again the cushioned seat he had
go?"
"Yes, of course. made for her in the canoe, the supper
" I don't suppose Alan will be so happily partaken of, though the
there."
wind prevented the fire from burning,
" Well," asked Carrol, a trifle sharply, and Alan had neglected to bring even
"what does it matter if he is?" one cup and then the quiet hour with
;
nagh hit me with the puck and made it end had been sudden and violent, and
bleed. I wish mother wouldn't scream Dixi still remembered the consequences
so loud. I'm all right, only dizzy." of his daring deed.
" You know, Carrol, I can't bear the He had been told to stay in the house
sight of blood. It always makes me on account of his cold, so very unhap-
''
hysterical. I pily he wandered from the nursery, and
"Don's all right, Genie, or will be as all through the house. Jessie, her arms
soon as he's washed. Come with me, fuU of freshly laundered curtains,
Don, I'U fix you all right. Mary, you passed him in the haU, and as she
might help Mrs. HolHng to her room." reached the room where Mary stood
This, as she saw Genevieve lie back in waiting for her on the top of the step
her chair, close her eyes and gasp. ladder, she remarked:
A Uttle attention made Donald quite "That young Dixi's stroUin' 'round
himself again, and as Carrol was leaving like a lost sheep. Somethin' wiU be
the bathroom, she heard Genevieve doin', Mary. You mark my words."
call quite in her natural voice: "If " It don't concern me none what the
you're coming to that luncheon, Carrol, young scamp does. I've locked the
you'll have to hurry. It's one o'clock preserve cupboard and the pantry door!
now. How's Donald?" Have you got the curting ready?
"Oh, he's in his usual form; he has Then pass it up."
made tracks for the pantry. Are you Airalessly Dixi wandered from room
sure you're able to go?" to room, and in the course of time, he
"Oh, yes," sighed Mrs. HolHng. "I sauntered into Auntie Carrol's sanctum,
feel quite faint, still, but I'll make the his hands in his pockets, his face puck-
effort, for your sake, Carrol. I hate to ered into a scowl.
have you go about alone. But hurry," Carrol's desk was open. It was
she added, more briskly. " It's late. strewn with letters. Letters lay on the
The sleigh is to call at a quarter after chair and on the floor. Dixi had never
one." seen so many letters together in all his
Carrol hurried with such purpose life. He gazed at them for a moment.
that she was just buttoning the last Then his frown vanished. He had an
glove button, when Genevieve called inspiration
her again. "I'm coming," she cried in In a moment he was on his knees
answer, then glancing at the untidy gathering the letters together. He
room, the open desk, and the letters on carefully carried them back to the
the floor, she thought to herself that nursery, found his new school bag, and
she would put it in order as soon as she deposited them therein, whistling gaily
returned, and anyway, no one would all the while. Then he went to the
ever think of entering the room while cupboard and jimiping for the pegs,
she was away. So she closed the door managed to bring down his coat and
tight, and went downstairs. tuque, and his mittens which dangled
by a cord from his coat sleeves. He
IV.
put them on hastily, and after a
Dixi was all alone. Carrol and his stealthy look into the hall, snatched up
mother were still at Mrs, Morphy's the box, and ran downstairs, his eyes
luncheon, Don and Dorothy were at dancing with fim.
school, and the servants seemed too "I know what I'll do," said Dixi,
busy with their Christmas preparations "I'll play postman!"
to notice him. He had tired of all his Through the wide snow covered
new birthday toys and he was growing streets he trudged, stopping only at the
weary Santa Claus. He
of waiting for houses of people he knew. Arrived at
felt like doing something new and one of these, he would march to the
daring, but could not think of anything door, open his bag, take out a letter,
sufficiently attractive. His last ad- slip it beneath the door, ring the bell,
venture had been a rather jolly one, at and run. This he did, until there
first (it had been the turning on of remained only one letter in the bag, and
all
the water taps in the house) but the
, coking about him, he reahzed that he
144 DIXI, UNDERSTUDY TO CUPID
was far from home and very tired. Dixi?" His tone was stern, and Dixi's
This was a new street to Dixi, but he fear returned.
met a man, a street cleaner, and "From Auntie Carrol," he said, and
stopped him, touching his little cap pretended to himself that he wasn't
politely with his mittened hand. fibbing.
" Do you know where Mr. HoUing's " Did she tell you to bring it to me?"
office is?" from the cars which
for asked Dr. Alan, his face grey and set,
jangled down the street before him, and and his voice "all queer and shaky,"
the shops, Dixi knew himself to be near as Dixi put it later to Auntie. Dixi
Portage avenue. No, the man didn't saw by the Doctor's strange manner
know. Dixi felt very cold and tired that something was wrong, and his fear
and very much alone, but there was one returned in full force. He wasn't very
more letter, and he must get rid of that. brave and his eyes fell. " Yes," he
Then he had another inspiration. whispered, trying to make his voice
"Isn't this Portage Avenue?" he natural. Then he burst into tears, and
asked. for a few moments nothing would stop
"Yes." him. At last the Doctor realized that
" Do you know where Doctor Mac- the child was cold and chilled, and tired
kenzie's office is?" Yes, the man knew out, and he undressed the little sobbing
that, and moreover took Dixi there, form, wrapped it in an old coat of his
leaving him at the door of the big office own, covered it warmly, and watched
building. Dixi climbed the stairs, and Dixi sob himself to sleep on the big
found the door with the brass plate, sofa.
where he slowly spelled out the letters, Then he telephoned to the Holling
house, but could get no answer. " All
and smiled a sleepy smile when he dis-
covered A-L-A-N' on the plate.
'
out," he thought, and decided he would
"That's him," and Dixi pushed the drive Dixi home when he wakened.
last letter under the door, and turned Then he seated himself in a chair beside
to go. But Dr. Mackenzie's door the sofa, and took up the letter.
opened before he had time to reach the His face whitened, and his hand
stairs, and a voice which sounded trembled, as he read it again:
strange and yet familiar, hailed him. My Sweetheart,
Dixi turned, was recognized, and To-night you must sail up the nver
pulled back into the office. Dr. Mac- with me in my canoe. Come to the boat-
kenzie stood over him, angry and big. house at five, and I'll be waiting for you with
Dixi suddenly felt helpless. He began our tea and the book and
drift back . .just our two selves. . . .
to whimper.
"What are you doing here, Dixi He read it through, and overcome by
Holling, and where did you get that —
the rush of memory the recollection
letter?" demanded the Doctor, in a of Carrol, so young and sweet, in her
harsh, strained voice. Dixi, now thor- soft pink dress, and drooping rose-
oughly tired out and frightened, shiv- wreathed hat, the reading at the
ered and whimpered louder. At once Frenchman's, the drifting in the moon-
the doctor triumphed over the angry light, all came back to him in a rush of
man, and Dixi was taken to a chair, his tender memory, and he buried his head
snow-wet garments removed, and his in his hands.
soaking shoes and stockings taken from After a while he read the little note
the little tingUng feet. The chair was again, and stumbling across to his desk,
then wheeled to the register, and poor found the envelope. As he folded the
Dixi began to suffer the agony of letter, to put it back, his eyes caught
returning circulation in his half frozen some words on the back:
feet. A hot, sweet drink made him "Oh, Alan! Alan, dear, I cannot
feel better, and at last Dr. Mackenzie bear this any longer!"
thought he was in a fit state to be The ink was fresh and black, the
questioned. writing was Carrol's.
"Where did you get that letter, Alan's face lighted with joy. It was
" — !
a message then I She had sent for him alarmed, and in a fever of impatience to
Dixi had been telling the truth, after see Carrol, and at last have an explana-
all. He kissed the words passionately tion, he tried to make Dixi tell him how
with joy. A sleepy sigh from the sofa many letters he had had —
but Dixi
startled him. hadn't counted and couldn't or
" What are you kissing that letter for, wouldn't remember where he had been,
Doctor Alan?" and cursing under his breath, Alan
Dixi was suddenly wide awake, his dressed the boy in his clothes, which
eyes shining. "Dixi," said Alan, were dry by this time, and telephoned
quickly, "what did Auntie Carrol say for his sleigh.
when she told you to give me this?" He drove him rapidly home in the
Dixi hung his head and refused to darkness. The silent drive came to an
speak. end far too soon for the excited little
Persuasion and threats would not boy, to whom a drive in the dark with
make him open his lips, and it was only his beloved doctor was a new and
when Alan took down the receiver of thrilUng experience.
the telephone to ask Auntie Carrol him- He found Peter Holling in the big
self that Dixi found his voice. hall with Don and Dorothy, and, Mrs.
" Oh, Doctor Alan Please don't tell
I Holling and Carrol stiU being out,
Auntie. and I'll tell you my-
Dait't, "helping Santa Claus," as Dorothy
self." Alan came back and sat down explained, left the boy in their charge.
beside him, putting his arm about the There is no need to describe the scene
little fellow, and after
more pleading managed
to draw the truth from
Dixi.
" There was nothing
to do, and everyone
was out, an' I went
into Auntie Carrol's
room, an' these letters
were all on the floor,
an' thought I'd be a
I
postman, so I packed
them up, an' found a
bag, and I went out
—
and I did that's all.
They were just old let-
ters, anyway, and half
of them hadn't any
stamps on. Not even
Canadians.
"Dixi! You did
whai ?"
" Played postman
put the letters under
doors and rang the bells
and ran. Don't look
so aw/ul angry,
Dr.
Alan. They were only
old ones —
"Dixi, Dixi, where
lid you leave these
letters? Tell me at
once, every house you
went to." Thoroughly CARROL RBAD LBTTBR AFTER LETTBR. LOST TO ALL HBR SURROUNDINGS
: "
"Miss Lee, I think you're fine," she Supper was in progress, and near the
burst out at last, "and I hope
you'll head of the table, watching the door^
orgive Aunt Margaret. She—
well, stood Alan Mackenzie.
she's different from other people, living He came to meet them, and bowing
so much alone, you know. I hope you and smiling, met Carrol as serenely as
will forgive her?" if they had met as friends from time
Carrol bent and kissed the flower-like immemorial. Carrol could not help
face, uplifted so sweetly to hers. smiling to herself as she contrasted this
" You are a darling. Miss Muriel," she actual meeting \Ndth those she had
-aid, in her Southern drawl. " And dreamed of, and planned, many a time.
Aunt Margaret's doings don't worry " Tomato bouillon, or chicken
me, in the least. Let's go down, if you broth?" he asked her, and she answered
are ready." So the two descended the "Chicken broth, please." Romantic
stairs, and entered the dining room conversation! and their first for eight
together. years
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148 DIXI, UNDERSTUDY TO CUPID
The three chattered gaily all through you go on this way, we'll quarrel
supper, Muriel hiding her aching heart again. Don't let's explain anything
bravely, and really better than the just be friends."
other two. At last it was over, and the " Make a new beginning, you mean?"
room cleared for dancing. Muriel was "Yes."
whisked off in the arms of an admiring " Well, I have just
then. Miss Lee,
youth, and Carrol and Alan stood alone. met been overcome by your
you,
He led her across the hall, into a little beauty and charm, and beg you to
card room, and closed the door, draw- become my wife."
ing two big chairs up to the roaring fire, "
This is altogether too sudden, Dr.
which crackled merrily under the Mackenzie." And Carrol laughed light-
hooded fireplace. heartedly,
Then he told her of his visit from " Now, you're natural, and just as
Dixi, while she listened in silence. He sweet as ever. Say Yes.' '
drew the letter from his pocket, and " Yes I know I'm natural, and I'd
read it aloud, his voice trembling, in love to think I am sweet."
spite of his efforts, as he said, " My " You know what I mean. Say
Sweetheart," and again near the end. 'yes' —or His voice was very
'no'."
Carrol was silent, but a spot of red determined, and he came and stood
burned in the centre of each cheek before her, his back to the fire.
Her eyes she kept fixed upon the fire. "If you do not want me to go on,
Then he turned the letter over, and look at me and say so."
handed it to her. She took it gazing Carrol looked up at him, but couldn't
in amazement at the message scrawled say so, and bending down, he caught
across the paper. She read it, evid- her hand, and continued
ently puzzled, and her face flushed "Won't you try again, too, Carrol?
scarlet, but she said nothing. Won't you drop eight years from your
"Well?" he asked, after a long un- life, and begin all over, say, from the
comfortable pause. last day we had tea at the P'rench-
She laughed, as coldly as she could. man's?"
" Well. I suppose I must have writ- This time
Carrol looked up again.
ten it, Dr. Mackenzie, since it is in my she opened her lips to speak, but the
handwriting, but when, or why, I have look in her eyes told him he need not
no idea." Her tone was icy, wait for the words, and laughing exult-
" I beg your pardon," he said, and
ingly, and as gaily as a boy, he Hfted
tried to get the letter again. She put her into his arms.
it into the front of her dress, to keep A little later the handle of the door
the other company. turned noisily, and they jumped into
Silence again for a few minutes. their chairs, gazing intently into the
Then Dr. Alan summoned all his glowing fire.
courage: The door opened, and Mrs. Morphy
"Carrol —Miss Lee
—" and got no stood on the threshold, laughing at
further. Carrol refused to come to the them.
rescue, so he began again: " I can see by the state of your hair,
" Miss Lee —
-surely after all these Carrol dear, that you are once more
years have passed, we can be friends." going to call me " Auntie."
" We seem friendly enough, I think," "What a Sherlock Holmes you are.
observed Carrol, coldly. Aunt Helen."
" Yes, but we must do more than
"Well, my dear boy, I'm almost as
seem. Dixi's brilliancy has broken the —
glad as you are indeed, I never ex-
ice which neither of us —
which I, at pected to be so delighted again. I
least, dared not attempt to break." hope you are properly grateful, both of
" Did you wish to?"
you, to Dixi."
" Whether I did or not, Miss Lee, " By Jove, yes. " Hurrah for Dixi!"
.evidently matters little to you, but — And Carrol, smiling into the fire,
" Alan," she interrupted, quickly, "if
murmured softly, " God bless Dixi!"
THE PLACE OF FLYING SMILES once on the toy-shop floor the old
A CONFUSED light laughter and pat- wrinkles Vanish, dull eyes light, and
^^ ter, a tinkle of bells and rush of lips that have repressed sharp words
little feet,a glory of possession and a and complainings through long years
joyous crying upon Santa Claus — of patience relax at last into a smile.
that's the toy-shop in December, where No one is sad in the toy-shop, no one
sparkles every wonder that ever was is old. The average of youth is seven,
fashioned in the Hartz Mountains, or the average of laughter one hundred
the Land East o' the Sun and West o' per cent.
the Moon, or wherever it is that all How could it be otherwise with the
delightful magics are made. children swarming everywhere ? Hop-
Up in the elevator you go, through ping up and down among the hobby-
the floors of the big shop, the car stop- horses, playing tinkle-tunes on the
ping to let off grumpy, blind creatures dolls' pianos, rollicking at full speed
who wander off among
hats and shoes down the aisle with a miraculous roily-
and other delusions, quite ignorant of wheel that chinks distractingly as it
fairyland only eight floors up. The goes, scrambling for a turn in the
very click of the machinery sounds like swings, clambering up ladders to sit
a chuckle when the car stops there, down and slide fifteen ecstatic feet of
and even the well-trained elevator man smooth-oiled maple toboggan, landing
grins. on the floor with a squeal of rapture
How the grown-ups' faces change and arms and legs flying to the four
in thetoy-shop Nobody is old there.
! —
winds children everywhere, laughter
Out of the elevators they come, loose- everywhere, nobody grim or sad or bar-
clad women who have borne their babes —
gaining of course nobody's old in
and justifiedtheir existence beyond any the toy-shop.
necessity of corseting or cosmetics ;
Here was Half- Past-Two, all pink
sheepish business-men, with a wriggling frock and shiny patent-leather belt,
Uttle pud held fast in either hand, and her feet none too steady as she scuttled
a half-ashamed enthusiasm surrepti- across the floor to flatten her wee nose
tiously twitchingunder their mustaches, on the doll show-case, where Dulcinea
stray wanderers who must borrow herself stood in a pale blue creation
nme luckier man's toddler to lead cascading with lace, and wonderful
them into fairyland.Sad and lined bronze slippers. Yonder was Half-
their faces may
be in the elevator, Past-Tvvo's big sister, matron-wise re-
sharp-nosed, tight oflip, with the un- garding a delectable dusting-set, all
compromising bones of the skull press- white enamel and baby-blue feather-
ing hard against the sallow skin. But stitched cheesecloth, while Brother,
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150 THE RIGHT ANGLE
who might have been quarter to five, scatter coveys of Polar bear to the re-
was valiantly blowing a horn, marching motest glacial seclusion, but those
hay-foot, straw-foot. acres of prairie dirt remain to spring
As gnily dancing off to war up in emerald with the April rains, to
As dancing a cotillion. raise wheat and feed men and stand for
So Half- Past-Two squatted before the backbone of Canada, holding the
the doll show-case all alone, hardly as destiny of the Dominion close-knit
high as my knee, and crooned to herself among the tough white fibres of the
bHssfully, while Going-On-Seven buried wheat-roots.
his small nose in a book at the next To the man who has Canada's inter-
counter, and Grown-Up-Eleven took ests at heart, therefore, the question
care of a certain Wee Thing who was "What is being done with the land ^ "
really too small to have any age what- is of paramount importance, vastly
ever, but sucked a battered pacifier transcending thcr,shuffle and change of
with a regal disregard of germs. I administrations and the interweft of
noticed Grown-Up-Eleven casting wist- political issues. To him, crop yields
ful glances at some of the doll-outfits, and news of fresh breakings and knowl-
but I wouldn't betray her for the world. edge of elevator capacities and the
Eleven is, of course, altogether too old number of cars that must be used to
for dolls —
and I myself had been ad- haul the yellow grain is more vital
than many elections. And for him,
miring a fuzzly camel not five minutes
before. Mr. R. E. Young, Chief Geographer
At last I recollected an appointment of the Dominion, has prepared a
that must be kept, and dragged myself "Cereal Map" that shows in condensed,
away towards the stairs, carefully graphic form just what is being done
making room for small Valour gallop- with those 850,000,000 acres of prairie
ing by on a coal-black steed. dirt to-day.
At the
head of the flight, snugly hidden away On the map is shown the areas under
behind a pile of red express- wagons, was the four leading grains —
wheat, oats,
Half-Past-Two again, with a music- barley and flax the grain yields of the
;
box. If you could have seen her rapt different provinces from the earliest
little face as she played Annie Laurie records down to last year the elevator ;
with uncertain variations, you would capacity of each town the grain pro-
;
have balanced between laughter and duction of each country of the world
tears. So must the little new angels in 190v^ :and much other information
in Heaven look when they try thtir compiled from accurate sources and
harps for the first time. condensed into the most convenient
Go to the toy-shop once at least form for reference.
before Christmas. It will make you A map of this sort is well worth study
a year younger at least, and a deal by any Canadian. curious to note
It is
happier. For the toy-shop is the place the distribution of the various grains
of flying smiles, the house of childhood, the heavy red blotches that mean wheat
the palace of dreams, the first way in Manitoba and along the railway lines
station on the road to fairyland, where through Saskatchewan and Alberta ;
happiness is unadulterated by doubt, the big green circles that signify oats
delight untinged by envy, and where up Edmonton way the yellow that
;
Santa Claus is patron saint and king. marks the barley-beards the blue that
;
LITERATURE ? SURE
I ITERATURE Sure
? We had
^
!
it in Senior year —
^it had a green
cover."
Such is the unblushing statement of
Modern Youth, as he cheerfully glances
up between the pink sheet of a daily
paper and somebody's poster advertis-
ing an unknown author's latest per-
petration as "Better Than 'Three
Weeks.' " Modern Youth is sereneh^
unaware of the literature of the past,
and as for the literature of the present,
like the Irish peace-proclamation,
"there ain't any." The business-like
men and women who grind out Modern
Literature, so-called, for Modern Youth
and Modem Woman —they say Modern
Man is too busy chasing Modern Dollar
to read anything but the markets
know exactly what their publics want,
and give it to them in big, weltering, MADGE M.\CBETH
purple gobs. "Lavender and Old Lace'
for the modest spinster, "Bella Donna" author of "The Changeling," recently
and "Three Weeks" for the society sent us "Modern Literature: An Im-
woman, "Graustark" and "The Scarlet itation," an amusing little skit at the
Car" and "Geraldine" of cologne-jag expense of some of these cylinder-roll
memory for the simple soiil of the shop- novelists which is so apt that we print
girland the stenographer, steadily it below ;
come from the presses, and the pub- The stately creature moved with feUne
lishers say that "the average lifeof a grace through the fronded palms the virgin
;
and laid a '^ubrly '-omp^liini; hand upon b'":; tinguished especially by static honesty,
brow. a lack of bias, and a general indifference
" "^he miirm;:-^d.
"Y<~>ij Trc m'r ; !
touched upon in our own time. Omar which, considering its nature, is a
and Edwin Arnold together set forth pleasant thing to say. — McClurg's,
a system of thought and faith that Chicago, 'SI.OO.
:
WHERE THE TRAIL DIVIDES she does not love her Indian husband,
I TXFORTUXATELY, nobody is om- but Clayton Craig, the city cousin, and
^ and when one man writes,
niscient, in true hero spirit Mr. Edeson's Indian
stagesand acts in his play, no matter gives up his wife to his white rival.
how versatile he may be, one of the How any girl in her right mind could
three phases is going to suffer. fall in love ^-ith Cousin Clayton, the
As an actor. Robert Edeson is pains- high gods only know, for he is the most
taking and faithful, sure to get out of a distasteful, interfering, conceited biped
part all there is in it, and conscientious imaginable. Why How Landor didn't
to a degree. Besides being all this and knock him everlastingly into the sugar-
more in "Where the Trail Divides," he barrel in the first scene is equally in-
has staged the production well. ^\'ith comprehensible, unless possibly for the
the exception possibly of the somewhat reason that if he did there would be no
over-missioned setting of the third act. more play. And why Bess is foolish
But he isn't much of a writer. Desper- enough to marry How when she knows
ately long, desperately high-flown and —
she doesn't love him is but then, no-
poetic and unwestern are many of the body ever expects the ingenue to have
speeches; hitchy the construction; any sense, anyway. The most delight-
unlikely the point of view of the char- fully convincing piece of character in
acters, time and again. A real Western the play is George W. Barnum's
ranchman wouldn't be caught dead rheumatic-rickety, warm-hearted,
with some of Colonel Bill Landor's spunkv, humorous old store-keeper.
flights of oratory in his mouth. And as Bob Manning. He rings true equally
for the noble Redman attitude of How when he gallantly shows Bess the tin-
Landor, anvone who knows the Sioux type of himself when he was young and
nature at all, -^-ill think twice before he volunteers to stand ready to be groom
accepts Landor's altruistic love for and if How's courage fails him, and w^hen
renunciation of his wife, Bess Landor, he gives the loafers in his store a piece
to her sneaking cad of a city cousin. of his mind as they grow voluble over
In brief, the story of the play is this the drunken cow-boy who is terrorizing
Colonel Landor, of what Mr. Edeson Coyote Citv. Joseph Rawdon's imper-
calls Coyote City, has adopted and sonation of the soused terror in ques-
brought up an Indian boy and a white tion is, by the way, as good a " bad
girl. They love each other and are man"' as ever waggled a forty- four and
betrothed with his consent, when her tried to navigate around a cracker- box.
city cousin endeavors to prevent the It is curious how stage minaeem^nt
marriage. This he does not succeed in sometimes manages to give an illusioi
doing. Later the girl discovers that that all the skill of the author, the art
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154 THE STORY OF THE PLAY
door the wide prairie
was glimpsed, level after
short-grassed level, un-
fenced, free, lying in the
still dusk under a wide
and darkening sky. Be-
fore the eyes of the be-
holder swept up a vision
of saddle and sHcker, to
his ears came the even
loping throb of hoofs on
a faint-marked trail, the
quick rush of a jack-
rabbit scared up from
his night's bed, the last
faint song of a late
meadow-lark, and then
the unforgettable silence
and peace of the plains.
Maybe the trail divid-
ed as Mr. Edeson would
have us believe in the
play; maybe not. But,
to one of the audience
at least, through that
open door came the very
feel of the unfenced
country, the smell of
horses and leather, the
magic of the West, where
all trails go down at last
to the edge of the un-
broken sky.
w
Paul
HEN those industri-
ous playwTights,
Armstrong and
Wilson Mizner, named
their new Liebler produc-
tion, the sparker on their
imagination must have
been missing explosions,
for "The Deep Purple"
ROBERT EDESON
As "How Lander" is
Trail Divides, he presents a type of noble
in V/here the
about as discouraging
red man not second even to Fenimore Cooper's a label as could have
been pasted on a good
of the actor and the labor of months play. All through the four acts, the au-
cannot achieve. The pure deep blue of dience wonders what the dickens pur-
the desert sky showed once through an ple, deep or otherwise, has to do with
opened door in the second scene, and to the story, and when at the last Lay-
anyone who has known the West and lock, the Western " bad man with four
loved it, the true rich color of that notches on his cannon," gratefully
oblong bit of limelight blue rang a keen tells the hero, " You're born in the
note that was like a homesick stab of deep purple!" it is so hopelessly out
pain. Through that rough-painted of character with the man, that it
CATHERINE CALVERT
The big-eyed ingenue of The Deep Purple
almost raises a snort from the opera trying to be straight in spite of the
chairs. police ' having something on her," is as
Yet, in spite of the depressing title, it clever a piece of acting as Ada Dwyer
isa good play with a well-balanced cast has ever given us. In the parlor of her
and a deal of real humanity in its lines. boarding-house, much against her will,
'"Frisco Kate," the e.K-thief who is meet "Pop" Clarke, a sanctimonious.
156 THE STORY OF THE PLAY
side-whiskered old reprobate, who only free the inspector, who comes to arrest
;
plays "safe" swindles, and Harry the murderer, lets Lake's statement
Leland, a New York crook without a that it is a case of suicide pass, with the
sing^le streak of white to mitigate his remark that " It doesn't matter much
yellow. This precious pair are dis- how his kind are killed, so long as
cussing a particularly neat little scheme they're dead"; and Lake ofifers
for separating one William Lake, a " 'Frisco Kate" and Laylock passage
young mining engineer, from his roll by with him to Algiers, where he can use
means of a romantic little girl whom Laylock on his next contract. This
Leland has persuaded to elope with elicits the " deep purple" remark before
him, and who will do anything for her mentioned, and everybody goes off
supposed lover. She is to decoy Lake stage, leaving the innocent little girl
to a flat where Leland and Clarke can clasping her transportation back home
"do him up," and although " 'Frisco and Lake's hand, and kissing both
Kate" tries to keep the girl out of indiscriminately.
Leland's clutches, he outwits her, and 'Frisco Kate" is the most attrac-
everything is apparently going well to tive figure in the play. There is a
the undoing of the mining engineer. commonsense and solid honesty about
But Leland and Clarke in their greed her that, combined with her humor and
have overreached themselves. Find- resource make her a striking person-
ing out that Laylock has a price on his ality. Her scene with the hotel detec-
head, they plan to sell him to the police. tive, who is helping Leland and Clarke
Laylock is trying to be respectable, and to trim a guest of the house is excellent,
in a pathetic little conversation with the cleverness with which she makes
" 'Frisco Kate," he tells her his record. him grudeingly get her a taxi and put
" I suppose this sounds funny," he says her in it, " with your hat in your hand,"
slowly, turning his hat in his hands, and the swift changes from sarcastic
" but I never wanted to be a bad man. politeness to sober earnest, getting
I've always wanted to be respectable, across without a break.
to have a home, and kids." " 'Frisco
Kate" turns away, looking at the wall. THE GAMBLERS
" I can say something funnier than 170 R me, Romance! The golden lie
that," she answers. "I've always ^ for me!" proclaimed Gelett Bur-
—
wanted to be respectable, too to have gess, not so long ago, voicing the secret
a home and kids." When she finds out opinion of youth as youth itself seldom
that Clarke and Leland have sold Lay- dares to do, and casting down the gage
lock to the police, she instantly gets to to all and sundry. "Forme, Romance!"
work, selling her house and raising Most of us who go to the theatre
money to get him free, and incidentally prefer to meet Romance stalking mag-
warning Lake what he is going up nificently abroad there, rather than to
against. Lake drops the time-honored observe our well-known everyday
trusty revolver into his dress clothes, reality exiting leftand right, and say-
and when Leland pops into the flat ing, " Got that dictation done yet, Miss
meets him with a steely glitter of the Johnson?" Things must happen on
eye and a quiet " Get your hands up, the stage better than they do in our
brother!" kitchens and parlors, eyes must be
It is too bad that from this on things brighter, gow^s more gorgeous, life at
move so melodramatically. The quiet whiter heat. Kings and queens and
sureness of the first two acts is sacrificed heroines and fairies and dancing sirens
to an action and "go" that requires who warble bewitching arias between
revolvers, police, coincidences and remarks about the weather are what
heroism to put it over, and that does we want to see. Wewant to find beyond
not convince half as well. Lake saves the box-oflfice a House of Dreams ready
the little girl from Leland, and arranges furnished for us, where we may com-
to send her home, in the process falling fortably nestle in padded seats with a
in love with her himself; Leland is box of candv and let the other fellow
killed by Laylock, whom Kate has got do the suffering for us without the ex-
JANE COWL
Whose performance of "Catherine Darwin" in_The Gamblers is a clever bit of character study
asperating waits that are part of the had a somewhat transitory vogue, and
iramas of real life. isyielding place to other and more
Perhaps this desire for Romance is attractive forms of tabloid life in the
l^artly why the "business play" has theatre. "The Lion and The Mouse,"
157
MME. SARAH BERNHARDT AS JEANNE D'ARC
It is hard to believe thatthis slight young figure celebrated her 67th birthday last October.
After her long tour of the Southern States, Mme. Bernhardt may play a
brief engagement in either Vancouver or Winnipeg.
158
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THE STORY OF THE PLAY 159
"The Fourth Estate," "The Third ing and smiling dazzlingly, not a bit
Degree," have all had their successes, flustered by her recent agonies.
but among the plays this year Charles W. D. Nesbit has written a bit of
Klein's "The Gamblers" is almost the verse called "Dramatic Incidents,'
only "strictly business" production. which ought to be deathless, so exactly
It is a story of the men who play the does it hit this nail on the head :
other to cover the first, and finally the Some made me weep, some made me laugh.
I've seen the villain slammed in jail
bemused victim, looking into the eyes Without a friend to go his bail, .
of the law and the bars of the penitenti- And when the act was done, somehow,
ary, finds no comfort in the view. It Come out of jail and make his bow !
1
willon the back of a postage stamp, and
then have room to add a codicil." It is a pity that more player folk
do not adopt Ellen Terry's method.
"Yes, I've sold my boarding-house, Anyone who has seen that unfailingly
but it didn't make much difference. right actress come on the stage in re-
According to the bills, I was only sponse to a curtain-call, and, instead
{runnin? it for the gas company, any- of the conventional honeyed gracious-
iway." ness, pick up a hat left behind, take a
stitch glove, or perform
or two in a
ENCORE some other small act entirely in keep-
jT'HERE'S no denying that the ing with the character in whom the
i
_ _
practice of "curtain calls" a sad
is real Ellen Terry was for the time sub-
Idisillusionizer. Anyone who has seen merged, will remember the thrill of
powerful play vividly acted, and grateful pleasure he felt that she had
ound himself tensely clutching the preserved the illusion of the play with
irms of his orchestra chair when the the unerring instinct of the artist to
;urtain went down, has been rudely whom good work is far more than per-
lolted when^the star reappeared, sonal applause.
bow-
: — "
"What's wrong wdth that new- often it has looked down upon a scene
comer ? He doesn't seem to like to like this and listened to soft words such
fly," says one of the old inhabitants. as these."
"He complains that we don't know "Sir " she exclaimed, jerking her
!
the first thing about flying," explains hand away, "I want you to understand
the other. "He says he was an aviator that I was not in earnest with all the
on earth." others."
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163
ir,4 WHAT'S THK MATTER WITH ENGLAND?
are vacant. All the rest of tli;-.
land is bursting with human
opulence. Yet the population of
England is increasing. There is
no tax on families. Hence un-
employment; millions of it.
ALL IS EXCLAXD IS CEMBSTED WITH AGE AND HISTORY. YOIR Gl'IDE WILL TAKE YOU OUT OT
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166
166 WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ENGLAND?
a little faster. But even a casual to the humblest cottage in Devon, there
glimpse of so characteristically English is surely one grand result: a super-
—
a city as Bristol far more English abundance of labor wanting a market.
—
than London shows that it is counted Which is not to say that England, even
the worst of economy to change a wall. to the tourist, impresses as a land of
Those sacred walls! With what puz- unoccupation or of idlers, though there
zled wonder an Englishman beholds a are idlers enough. It surely does mean
Canadian or United States gang of that for the sake of using a thing till it
workmen demolishing downtown walls is clean worn out and making it pay
less than a century old, just because over and over again on the original
business has developed and the price of investment, there is a huge percentage
property so appreciated that a ten- of British labor that works at low
story building costing half a million tension, and therefore at low earning
without a single guaranteed tenant capacity. There are enough half-
when completed, is counted not merely occupied laborers in England to do the
a good but a necessary investment. It work of Canada for years to come. In
is all news to the average real tradi- England most of it prefers to stay.
tional Englishman, this demolition of Life too brief and too pleasant to
is
property. In an English city, crowded, wear it out doing things over again that
crammed and cramped to the human somebody else did generations ago.
to tear down in that fashion
limit, And, as the cost of living is as low as
would be called bad economy, if not the wages and the actual working
vandalism. Sentiment, custom and efficiency of the population, the amount
respect for walls combine to keep the of work done by
millions of Englishmen
downtown section of an English city so is below the par of possibility.
far
nearly intact that it changes less than The working efficiency of England
one per cent, a year. Like as not, if might be multiplied by a good-sized
you begin tearing down a wall, some improper fraction, if only there were
church abuts on it, or some ancient some convenient wilderness for the
cellar below, and it would be disre-
is Englishman to reclaim. But the only
spectful to history to obliterate that. wildernesses in England are those of
As it was, so let it be, as nearly as walls and of people. Most of the
possible, so long as the place continues reclamation work in England was done
habitable. The Bank of England has very long ago. The present generation
long been the wonder of the world aims to keep things as good as the last,
because it stands only one story high, which is about all anybody could be
on the most valuable land in the world. expected to do.
British political economy argues that But with all the almost painful per-
it is better so. I remember that ten fection of English landscapes, and with
years ago Harry Furniss, one-time car- all the remarkable conservation of
toonist of Punch, gave an illustrated things in general, the anomaly is that a
lecture in America. Some of his pic- large percentage of the people them-
tures showed what Fleet Street would selves are most in need of reclamation.
look like if it were in New York, when This is not true of the rural parts, where
it is a safe conjecture that nobody but the only defect is that the average man
an artist would ever dream of such a is not working at top speed and highest
transformation. efficiency. It is most true of the cities,
This tremendous conservation of to which there has been for a long while
property is one of the compelling char- now the same frantic rush of country-
acteristics of England. The reasons men into the crowded places as obtains
for it are imbedded as deep in the in America.
British character as the principles Here is the main part of the gigantic
underlying the Magna Charta. A wall problem with which British politics and
saved is a wall gained. Patch it up and municipal organizations are wrestling
it is just as good as before; quite good now. What to do with the surplus of .
enough. And
w^hen that principle people is the eternal question. Tariff
applies clear from the Bank of England reform or land tax, free trade or what-
AUGUSTUS BRIDLE 167
Jllu^traied iyy
(John DreW
dreamer and a man of the
world; a writer of tales and
a man of business; yet in
Ay \^ some odd way we fitted into
'ni ' each other. I admired his
ability and was proud of his
_ growing literar}' reputation.
He found stimulation and
a wondering kind of interest
in my manifold plans and specu-
lations in the (to him) strange
world of business. We were
called by our mutual acquaint-
ances, "The lion and the lamb,"
and our pleasure in each other's
society was often quoted as a
sign of a coming millenium.
So that is easy to see why I
it
Xorman's face had suddenlv become viction that I should say it. So I
ute flushed, and he banged the arm of wrote the first chapter and. reading it
- chair aggressivelv. over, knew that it was perfect. So I
'I you," he' said, "that that
tell have written ever\- chapter since
'ry, properly told, will be the most never knowing a sentence, hardlv a
)nderful story in the world. It will word ahead, yet always, when reading
ake its author famous; it will make it over, kno^^ing that it is perfect and
- name immortal —it wdll be
"
the always knowing that when I sit down
•^atest book in the universe to write again. I shall be able to do it."
"Oh, come, Xorman!" Iinterrupted, He had grown very pale.
ntlv. He quieted down at once. " Do you mean to tell me that vou
That's
Wait
all right you —
until you read it!
don't believe
I'll go on
never know what your next sentence is
to be, that you have no plan in vour
ih my stor\'. hardly necessary
It is head at all, and no knowledge of how
say that I did not let those vellow the plan will work out?"
..ot.-..,.^ ..r „,.. " I have the notes in the box." he
t,ands until T had
— —
174 THE WITCH-WOMAN
answered. "
They give the general "No, it was she," he declared, dog-
plan of the story, but when I am writ- gedly, "I have seen her."
ing I lose all memory of that. When I "Now you are talking!" I said, still
am not writing, no amount of study or genially, though I was beginning to be
thought or imagination can make plain seriously alarmed. Could it be possible
to me just how the next portion of the that my friend's mind had already given
story is to work out —
except as to the way ? If so, what could have caused
mere dry facts of the thing." I looked up. Norman was regarding
" Why," I exclaimed, " it is really the me with a little smile.
most extraordinary thing I ever heard. " I warned you, you would think me
It looks like genuine inspiration." mad," he said, " but for all that I am as
" I have never heard of a case of sane as I ever was, as sane as you are,
inspiration exactly like it." said Nor- as sane as any man can be in a world
man, dryly. where such queer things can happen.
"Well, then, how do you explain it Now, be truthful, you have found me
yourself?" cross lately, nervous and excitable, but
" It is simple enough," said Norman. has it ever occurred to you that my
" Someone is using my hand and per- mind was not quite right?"
haps my brain —
am not writing the
^I
"
Certainly not."
story at all." " Well, then,
don't let this story pre-
"But—" judice you. I say that I saw Bernice
"Except in. the sense that a type- FramleigTi and I did see her. It was
writer may be said to write."
"
one night that I had gone to bed feeling
"But, my dear fellow wretched because I had in some way
"I know who it is," he went on mislaid one of those precious yellow
moodily, without heeding my interrup- sheets. Search as I would, I could not
tion in the least. " I have known from find it, and I had given up in despair.
the first who it was." He spoke with I was lying awake thinking about it,
a certain angry triumph. and happened to glance for the hun-
In my blank amazement, I thought dredth time toward the box, which was
that it might be well to humor him and standing on a side table. She was
let him talk out.
it all there, bending over the box. I saw
"
"Well, who
is.it?" I asked, in a her quite distinctly
matter-of-fact tone. "Now, let us get this thing right," I
"The woman who wrote the notes," interrupted. " You had been asleep, of
he said. course?"
you did not know
" I understood that "I had not."
who wrote them. Perhaps vou did not " How do you know?"
" I had tried too hard to get there."
say so, but I gathered that there was no
name signed to the papers." "It was moonlight, I suppose?"
"No name signed," he answered, " No. The curtains were drawn and
"but all through the pages here and the gas was not turned off the reading
there, she has written her name lamp."
scrawled it idly as people do sometimes "Where was the side table?"
when thought upwards of a
lost in — " It was very near the stand with the
dozen times she wrote her first name, lamp."
'Bernice' and once her full name, 'Ber- " Was it in the circle of light?"
nice Pramleigh'." "Yes."
" Pramleigh is an old English name," "And you saw this lady quite
I remarked, plainly?"
"Yes. She was English." " Yes, for the moment as plainly as I
"But, of course," I went on, "you see you. She was tall and slight, her
can't be sure that the name was hers. head was small, but she had the most
It might have been a man who wrote remarkable face I ever saw. Powerful
—
the name of his beloved in absence of is the only word I can use to describe
mind, as you say." it. She was not beautiful, but one did
ISABEL ECCLESTOX MACKAY 175
not want beauty. I saw her only for a worries me most. In the notes on the
moment. She was stooping over the yellow paper there is no last chapter.
box arranging the papers. I had no It is as if the author were interrupted
sensation of fear or dread or anything just before concluding. I can find no
of the kind. It was just that one word or hint which tells me how this
moment she was there and the next remarkable book is to end."
moment she wasn't." This seemed to me a fortunate thing.
"Exactly," I agreed. "Our eyes When Norman came to the end of his
play us strange tricks." notes he would wake up and his singular
" So I concluded —
especially as when delusion would vanish. He would
I looked in the box again, the missing have to think out the end of the stor\'
paper was there." himself, and that would cure him.
" Of course —
it had never been any- "In that case," I suggested, "you
where else." will have to finish it yourself."
" I expected you to say so, and it will To my surprise he grew quite white.
not change your opinion if I tell you " Don't say that. Jack," he entreated,
that I had looked over those sheets a " I could never do it —
there is not a
dozen times, taking each one out trace of my
own style in the book it —
separately and examining it with the would ruin it! No, I believe, I must
aid of the lamp to make sure no two believe, that she intends to see me
sheets were adhering. It ^xi\\ also through. Surely she would not leave
do no good to tell you that the missing that glorious book unfinished ^like the —
sheet was found lying on the top of the notes. I can't believe it!"
pile, and that it was slightly crumpled "But, Norman," I hinted delicately.
"
and soiled, just as a sheet might be "if you are not writing the book
\^ch had been inadvertently thrown I paused, leaving him to divine mv
away, found and smoothed carefullv meaning.
out again." "You mean have no right to the
I
"It is exceedingly strange," I said, fame which it bring," he said,.
will
and indeed if what he said was so (and instantly. " But I have —
have writ-
^I
getting more sleep. "I feel better what she can not do herself. She is
since I have told vou, old man," he jealous. She will not let me have her
said to me one day. —
book a very woman to turn jealous at
I did not question him about the the last chapter!"
" "
book, but I knew that he was working Norman
at it and that he expected confidently "I never liked her," he went on,
to finish it soon. unheeding, " I was always afraid that
It was Saturday night when he came she did not mean to give me the book.
into my rooms, and my deceptive peace But if once I had written that last
"
was broken up. chapter
"Norman!" I cried. But indeed I I interrupted in my turn. " If, when
could hardly believe that it was Nor- you had written the last chapter, you
man Pentland whom I saw. He looked had still felt that the work really be-
ten years older; the light and purpose longed to a dead woman called Bernice
of life seemed to have been stricken Framleigh, you would have published it
from his face. He sat down in his with her name on the title page," I said,
familiar chair and smiled at me. The sternlv.
smile caused me to turn cold; it was "What if I did? Who is Bernice
really a horrible smile! Framleigh? Could I explain how I_
" I can't write the last chapter," he came to the book?
write My pub-
said, simply. lishers would merely think that Bernice
Not another AAord. To all ex- my Framleigh was a rather silly attempt at
postulations, explanations and encour- an unnecessary nom-de-plume. It
agement he said nothing, and at last he would be my book—mine!"
stopped me. " Norman, I am ashamed of you. It
"Thanks, old chap," he said, "but is not like you to speak like this!"
something that won't bear argu-
this is " No," he admitted, with a moment-
ment. The simple fact is that I cannot ary return of his old manner. " It is
write the last chapter. Up until the not like me. I feel—different since I —
last moment I believed that I could began to write this book. Oh, Graham,
"
then suddenly she left me. Where the you don't know
notes stopped, she has stopped—the " I know that you need a complete
last chapter will never be written." rest and change. I know that you are
In spite of his appearance of utmost going to take a long holiday. When
despair, I heard of this new develop- you are yourself again, you may be able
ment with something of relief. to finish the book —
or you may not
wish to finish it. It seems to me that
"Don't vou see, old chap," I said.
J
—
ISABEL ECCLESTON MACKAY 177
The House
That Wouldn't Wait
By Ellis Parker Baker
Author of "Pigs is Pigs/* "The Great American Pie Co.," Etc.
ALL right to respect your grand- thirty feet down into the water, and
IT'Sfathers, but when you make idols was so nearly drowned that it took five
and fetiches of 'em, you can just hours and three quarts of whiskey to
expect to get into trouble. That's bring him to. Even then all he knew
what Betzville says about Pilgath was to roll over on his back on the floor
Gubb, and Aunt Rhinocolura Betts and ask weakly where they kept the
says Betzville is right. She says the straps to hang on by.
—
Apostle Paul is agin it or maybe it When he finally came to himself and
was some o' the minor prophets but — remembered that he was a church-
anyway you could see it for yourself the member, he decided that the well was a
minute you laid eyes on Pilgath Gubb. delusion-producer and ought to be dis-
Pilgath was considered the most continued. So he pumped all the
thoughtful man in Betzville. Before water out, plugged up the spring at the
he'd do the littlest thing he'd sit on a bottom, and took the pledge. Next
cracker-barrel, and think and think. time he fell off the barn, however, he
Maybe by the time he'd decided, he'd not only fell thirty feet to the ground,
forget what he'd been thinking about, but forty feet more to the bottom of the
and would have to start all over again, well, and made the discovery that
but that never worried Pilgath. It though the spring might have been soft,
was all on account of his grandfather. the ground it came out of was as hard
The old gentleman had died before at seventy feet as it was at thirty
Pilgath was born, and naturally Pilgath maybe more so. Worse than that, he
had never had much of an acquaintance broke two arms and a collar-bone.
with him, but he said a grandfather was When he came to pay the doctor's bill,
a grandfather, dead or alive, and far be he said that sometimes it made him
it from him not to respect his relations. even doubt his grandfather.
So he'd figure out how his grandfather But when he built his house over at
would have done things, and then he'd the south end of town, he got to study-
do 'em just exactly so. ing again about his grandfather. It
The reason why Pilgath dug his well seems that his grandfather had once
right alongside of his barn was because built a house, and then sold the lot it
his grandfather had once fallen off the was on, and it was a lot of trouble to
barn and broken his arm. Pilgath move the house to another lot. Pil-
figured that if he should ever fall off the gath 's mother said they never did get
barn, it would save doctor's bills if he to feeling certain about the cellar stairs
could fall into a well and break the jar afterwards. So Pilgath figured, being
by striking soft water. The barn was a thoughtful, foresighted man, that he
thirty feet high and the well forty feet would build his house so that if he ever
deep, so that when Pilgath did fall off, wanted to move it, he could do it with-
he hit the well all right, but he went out much fuss; and for as much as a
178
^^^%,
"Pe-frcrM^welt
AFTER PILGATH LOOKED OUT ON THE PRAIRIE AND SAW THE HOUSE
REVOLVING IN CIRCLES, ABOUT TWO MILES AWAY, HE
STARTED FOR IT WITH HIS TONGUE
HANGING OUT
179
J 80 THE HOUSE THAT WOULDN'T WAIT
week he sat in the yard on a pile of first thing he knew, he nearly stepped
cedar shingles and whittled and figured into a pan of milk in the cellar.
how he could make that house movable. Then dawned on him what had
it
Finally he decided to have the house happened. The lightning had hit the
mounted on wheels, with a good strong chimney and knocked off a brick, which
automobile engine under the front had fallen on the crank handle and
porch, and a gasoline tank in the attic given it a turn, thus cranking up the
over the girl's room. He saved quite engine. At the same instant the
a sum on the wheels by using eight old lightning had buried itself in the
mill-stones he had inherited from his storage battery, filling it with electric-
grandmother on his father's side, and ity, so that it began to spark regularly
he got a fine old storage battery at less and explode the gasoline in the cylin-
than cost from Aunt Rhinocolura Betts, ders, and the house had moved without
who had used it for her rheumatism. waiting for the first of May. The house
There wasn't any electricity in the had an excellent engine and was geared
battery, but Pilgath figured he could to run about fifty miles an hour on the
get it filled when moving time came. first speed.
The crank for cranking up the engine When Pilgath realized all this, he
stuck out at one side of the porch, but looked out on the prairie and saw the
Pilgath 's first wife planted Virginia house revolving in circles, about two
creeper to cover it, and before the miles away. Pilgath started for it with
summer was over, nobody would have his tongue hanging out. He felt per-
thought of being an autohouse.
its fectly secure about the wheels, for it is
The last person in the world to think harder to puncture millstones than
of it was Arbutus Ann Gubb, Pilgath's rubber tires, but he had an inkling that
second wife. She was a timid little a frame house travelling at fifty miles
thing you never could get to say "yes" an hour with a wife inside ought to have
or "no" about anything, even getting someone at the steering-wheel. But
married. One night she just "let on" just before he reached it, the house took
she might, and Pilgath married her a new tack, and started south by west
before she got up courage to say "no" at fifty miles an hour, and in two
if she'd wanted to. She was scared of minutes it was out of sight behind
everything. Every time it thundered, Reynolds' Pilgath said he never
hill.
she crawled under the bed. She was so was so proud of anything in his life as
afraid of thunder that she went under he was of the way that autohouse took
the bed every time a wagon rumbled the hill on the first speed. When he
across the Two Mile Bridge, and when got to the top of the hill, all he could see
traffic was heavy, at fair time, she staid was a cloud of dust in the southwest,
under the bed permanently, and Pil- several miles away. When they asked'
gath had to bring her meals to her on him how he felt when he saw it, he said
a tray. that the cloud of dust had assured him
About four o'clock one afternoon, a the thunderstorm had been merely
terrific thunderstorm struck Betzville, local.
and Arbutus Ann went under the bed. When Arbutus Ann didn't come
Pilgath was in the barn, but he started back, he put a "till forbid notice" in
for the house on a run, knowing how the "Bi- Weekly Holler":
frightened Arbutus Ann would be.
Just as he was half-way to the kitchen
NOTICE: —
If anyone finds a house
running loose, with a wife under the bed in
door, there came a tremendous stroke the first bedroom at the top of the stairs to
of lightning, almost blinding him, and the left as you go up, that wife belongs to
Pilgath Gubb. If there is any doubt about
with it rain in sheets and bucketsful.
it, making a sound like thunder will settle
Pilgath couldn't see a yard before the question of ownership. Hammering on
him, but he rubbed his eyes and a tin waiter will do. If at the sound the wife
sprinted harder than ever. In a few backs so far under the bed that she can only
be reached with a broom, there need be no
minutes he began to get scared, and doubt that her name is Arbutus Ann Gubb.
decided he must have passed the house. Finder please feed her till called for, and
So he turned back to look for it, and notify Pilgath Gubb, Betzville.
THE FIREBRAND 181
Pilgath said it cost him an aw'ftil lot, making up to Elvina Betts, oldest girl
but when things happened, he
like this to Aunt Rhinocolura Betts, and trying
wanted Betzville to know he could be to take her to prayer-meeting Wednes-
just as open-handed as anybody. He day nights. But Aunt Rhinocolura set
said he knew his grandfather would her foot right down. She said that
have done just the same, even when when a man got to putting his grand-
Arbutus Ann never was found, and he father ahead of Paul and the minor
sav.' the money had been wasted. prophets, all you could do was to leave
After a vear or so, Pilgath began him to his own conscience.
TA
ARTHUR JTRINGER
AUTHOR Of'TUt WIRtTAPPtW
"TH[ GUh^RUHNER". TTC.
paper. Clearly visible through the open should they blame those bread-riots
French windows, is Otto, calmly spraying on you?
rose-bushes with a gardener's hand- spray. Philip: Because I had sense enough
He never once looks directly into the to keep Morrison and that whole bear
room. Further down the garden occa- gang who've been selling short, from
sionally passes a figure in a chauffeur's wiping me out. Because I took my
dust-coat and cap and goggles. As he stand and stuck to it.
passes he watches Otto at work. An Louise But why do they print this
:
English footman, in service coat, stands horrible cartoon of you as a fat man on
at attention at one side of the room.. a throne, and all these hungry women .
at this new note in his voice) : What up in the Pittsburg iron- workers'
is it? trouble, and was a spokesman in the
Philip: There's going to be a rather Patterson silk riots.
disagreeable scene here, and I don't Philip: I suppose he's one of those
want you mixed up in it. Ghetto minor-poets w4th a great soul
Louise: A scene with whom? and dirty linen?
Philip: I'd rather not explain just Doyle : He's an inflammatory little
yet. beggar, as far as I can see. He does
Louise: And you want to send me their pamphleteering. They send for
away breakfastless, without bread! him, from place to place, to address
Oh, Bunny, that cartoon must have their meetings. He's the one who gets
been true! them going. He orates to them in
Philip: I wish you'd go. seven or eight languages.
Louise:But all this mystery only Philip: But have we got definite
makes me want to stay. proof he's an anarchist?
Philip : You can't stay Doyle: We sure have. And he'll
(Louise looks at Philip closely. Then cinch it this morning when he comes
she gathers up her mail, and rises, moving through that window with his bomb.
slowly, conscious of the fact that the two Philip: Then the thing for us is to
t)ien are silently awaiting her departure. get in touch with the Immigration
The butler opens tlte door, and then Department. He's an alien, and a
follows her out. The two men look at criminal.They can bundle him out.
each other.) Doyle: Sure they can. But that
Philip: Well? takes time — ^}'ou can't hurry those
Doyle : It's all right, sir. He's act- Washington Department people. I
ing alone. figure on it taking a week. And, in the
Philip: You're sure? meantime, he and his gang will start
Doyle: And the bomb
Positive. kicking up a dust.
he's got will never go off. Its teeth Philip (Disturbed) 1 can't have talk
:
dog, face to face with a snarling street- this is madness. It's nonsense. I tell
mongrel.) you this is all poppycock. He's a farce.
Otto {Quickly) Is this woman your
: His bomb's a farce. It's as harmless as
wife? dishwater.
Philip: She is. Otto: That's a lie. It's the kind of
Otto Then get her out of here.
: dishwater that's going to wash this
Louise He'll not get me out of here.
: world a little cleaner.
{She actually moves towards Otto and Philip: Is it? Then look it over
the up-raised bomb. The latter falls and make sure the fulminate's still in it.
back, nonplussed, as she advances staring {Otto, startled, tries to wriggle loose.
at him.) Louise, whose attitude is now that of an
Otto: Stand back. I warn you, indignant and outraged teacher before an
there's enough nitro in this thing to offending child, tightens her grasp on him.
blow your empty head through the All he can do is free his arms.)
roof. Louise {Imperiously, as Otto un-
Louise {To Philip) : Who is this screws the cap of the bomb) Give me :
Otto (Amazed as he turns the useless system that no one man and no one
bomb upside down arid then looks at movement can overthrow. But when
Philip) And where did you get the
:
we knock that keystone out of it
brains to find that out? there's some chance of the whole arch
Philip: I've found out plenty of of iniquity crumbling down to earth.
things. And a good many of them Louise Philip, what does this mad-
:
;ou? Supposing I didn't kill you, as I to say you carry around the absurd
:ame here to do ? Would that help you belief that killing off a millionaire is
jUt any? Don't you suppose there's going to turn your East Side into a
somebody else to take my place ? And Garden of Eden? Do you still accept
somebody to take his place again? that half-baked, purblind tomfoollery
And somebody to take his, until the that proclaims killing a leader or two,
thing's done? whether they're kings of countries or
Philip: It won't be done. kings of finance, is going to bring never-
Otto: I think it will. ending happiness to every cop-fighter
VniLip (To Louise) No; don't ring. : in Hell's Kitchen and a full dinner-pail
Louise: What does it all mean? to every loafer on our park benches?
Philip (Less triumphantly, yet allow- Otto (Low-voiced, now, and terribly
•ng himself to show no alarm) Just : calm) : Don't harangue me like that.
'.'hat makes you want to kill me? That platitudinous stuff doesn't affect
Louise (To Otto) What kind of man
: me. You're not addressing the Dryster
are you, to talk that way of killing? Orphan Asylum after its Christmas
To come into a house the same as •
dinner. You're not elucidating high
Otto (Quickly) The same as you'd
: finance to a board of over-fed milling
go into that garden and take the heads directors. You've no quarterly divi-
nff the flowers you thought were ripe dend to pound that rubbish down my
or picking! throat with.
Philip: But whv do vou want mv Louise: How dare you come into
head off? this house and use such words to my
Otto (The East Side orator, glad of husband?
his chance to let go at an enemy) Be- : Philip: No, I'll not harangue you.
cause you're the keystone of this whole You haven't the intellect to see a point
cursed system of oppression, this when it's made. You let a little
!: ! .
inyour head, and then you suddenly go many millions have you got?^;' j *\
bad. You read a Httle Tolstoi and
• Philip (Shortly) I don't' know.
:
Gorky, and then go around spouting Even the question is insolence. But if
moonshine. You're a pack of Shelleys I happen to have ten million dollars,
gone to seed. You're a lot of broken- I've earned them more honestly than
winded Swinburnes. It's cheap char- you've earned the right to come into
latanism. It's demagoguery, the whole my home and pry into affairs. my
lot of it. Otto Your home
: What makes it
!
Otto {Still koiatng himself in, and your home ? What makes it yours, any
resenting that his opponent should have more than this woman's yours? It's
stolen his thunder) Well, we're going
: only yours in trust. All you own is
to manure America with millionaires what you own behind that frontal-bone
like you. of yours —and to me it seems precious
Philip (Hotly) You're going to do
: Httle.
so such thing. That's another of your Philip: More moonshine! More
vapid obsessions. insolence
Louise: Bunny, don't excite your- Otto (With rising vehemence) And :
self that way. you say you've got ten million dollars f
Otto (As he looks at Louise) Bunny :• That's a lie. They're not dollars;
How can you call two hundred pounds they're ten million curses. They're ten
of beef like that such a name ? Bunny million hunk" of humble-pie you've had
Louise (More calmly now, and step- to eat. They're ten million insults
ping nearer him) How dare you speak
: you've swallowed. They're ten million
like that! sneers from your Better Self; ten
Otto (With reckless insolence): Oh, million wails from your immortal soul.
you've got to kick a man like that, the They're ten million hungry bellies that
same as he kicks his auto-tire to see if you've helped to keep hungry. They're
it's inflated. What good would finger- tombstones of ten million children
tips be? who'll rise and curse you on your way
Louise (Restraining Philip): No; down to Hell. Ten million dollars, and
no. Bunny. Don't strike him. Don't every dollar a knife-blade which you
hurt him. stuck into some bleeding and suffering
Otto: Don't be afraid; he doesn't human heart.
intend to. Philip: More poppycock! More
Philip No more than you intend to.
: moonshine! You
can't affect me,
Otto (Calmly studying him): Oh, young man, with these socialistic de-
yes I'm going to kill you in the end.
; , bating-hall tricks. You can't dazzle
Philip: Ha, you're going to. Here my judgment with those Forsyth Street
I am. Why don't you get busy? fire-works. I've got what I've got. I
Otto (With almost weary unconcern) carry the pass-key and pay the taxes.
Because you rather amuse me. No, And it looks good to me. It's mine! And
you don't amuse me, you amaze me. instead of mooning around with a red
And I'd give my eye-teeth for one flag, I've fought and earned it.
glimpse of your poor mean sordid Otto: Fought? Pooh! How have
useless life as you see it, as you're able you fought? By picking off your
to face it and live it. I'd give eye- my fellow-men, one by one, from behind a
teeth for an inkling of just what you stone-wall called Capital. By taking
get out of it. pot-shots at every poor beggar from
Philip (Proudly, with a comprehen- behind a rampart of dirty dollars.
sive arm-wave about him which does not Philip: Wait! How did I get be-
even omit Louise) I get this out of it.
: hind that rampart? f-'i
Otto (He looks about puzzled. Then Otto: You simply crawled into a
his^ eyes rest on Louise. She stands wooden horse called Organization, and
there motionless. But she has youth let your own enemies drag you into it.
and beauty, and seems to mystify him., Then you turned and knifed the people
forJJuT studies her face still again, and who'd hauled you where you are !f^vYou
: !
got into it the same as they got into slice of the melon. Oh, I know you
Troy. socialists and your finehigh-sounding
Philip {Stoutly, hut blinking a mo- altruistic theories!
ment at the other's ingenuity of figure) Otto (Sharply) : Don't call me a.
four-flush. I didn't flunk. I didn't difference ?One stands and points out
fail. evil. The other gets busy and roots it
Otto: No, you watched the other out.
poor devils go down, and when they Philip: Well, there's not an anar-
were down, you sat on their heads and chist ever walked the East Side I
held them there, the same as we do with couldn't feed the theories out of in two
our cab-horses when they fall. Yes, weeks' time.
you've got your dollars and pay your Otto (Gasping) You ^you have the
:
—
taxes and carry your pass-key, but as blindness to say you could feed my
you stand there, with all your stone and beliefs, my convictions, out of me?
brick and flowers and flunkies about (He laughs again.) So what I think is
you, I feel sorry for you. When I look only a matter of beefsteaks?
at you there, with your well-fed body Philip ([Vith heat) But you don't :
and your crafty, animal self-satisfied even think. You're not good business.
face and your brutalized bull-dog You're not clear-headed. You don't
mouth, I can't help feeling sorry for see straight, for all your wordy shuffling
you. I don't even blame you. You and slyness.
can't help it. You're only a chip on Otto I'll see straight enough to find
:
the current. You're only the blind my way back here with another bomb.
product of something you can't under- Philip: No, you won't! You don't
stand. —
You're pathetic and you can't even know what's ahead of you, what's
—
see it; you don't know it. You're only around you, ^u-hat you're mixed up
the scirni that floats on the top of the with. You've never even investigated
whole rancid rotten stream of this this gang of yours. You don't know
modem life that men dare to call your own organization.
civilized. Otto: And why should this interest
Philip (Looking with a snort at his you?
small and ill-clad body) And what are
: Philip Because I have. I've taken
:
who sat at the feet of Lopatine, and Philip : There's only one side to this
helped draft the revised organization of thing.
the International Terrorists. Me, who Louise But aren't you both rather
:
led the Progressive Lyceum for two excited over something that ought to
years, who brought Galliano from the be talked over quietly?
University of Turin, who wrote La Philip (Reprovingly) When this :
France and Schilling before "Wall Street But he's only heard one side, and the
ever knew their names! wrong side, of all your life. If he knew
Philip: That's just it. Those cranks what you were in your own home^
have killed your brain. Otto (Aside) Which might be said :
Philip: Then what have you got good you did, if I told him of the
out of it? thousands and thousands you give
Otto (Raptly): Light the Light — away in charity, of the thousands more
that leads me onward! you've planned to give, he'd come to
Philip: Onward to Sing-Sing. see how wrong his whole idea of us
Otto: The Light that leads to must be.
liberty —the Light that Corday and Otto: And if you knew history, or
Santo and Bresci saw! economics, you'd know this passion of
Philip: Yes, and Booth and Czol- the plutocrat to give something away,
gosz! (Wheeling oil him contemptu- to salve the sore, is only a symptom of
ously) Why, you're a bomb yourself the whole civic disease, the same as a
all you do is explode into words and sweat that comes out in fever. It's no
bum yourself out with a puff of honor to him. It's a law of social evo-
rhetoric lution. It's only a sop it's only a peg —
Otto : And you and your dollars are to hold down the tent.
the only Big Noise of this Republic? Louise (With unimaginative womanly
Philip; Bah, I could teach you more imtnediacy) But isn't it being as true
:
in a week than all your weinstube bigots to one's self as writing odes to liberty ?
and beer-cellar orators could show you Isn't it as effective as translating books
in a year. on anarchy ?
Otto {Challengingly) Then teach
: Otto (Feeling tlie muffled thrust and
me, resenting it): Oh, don't imagine I've
Philip (Explosively, after staring at been a cooing turtle-dove all my days.
him a moment) B}- God, I'd like to!
: Don't take me for one of those Yiddish
Otto (Derisively) Then, why don't
: minor poets who write of the social
you? Millennium and haunt the dain,^-lunch
(Louise, all this time, has been in- counters.
tently studying Otto, as she might Louise (With solemn concern as she
study a wild animal in a Zoo. He steps still nearer him) : And that re-
clearly interests Iter as something novel minds me, speaking of dain,- lunches.
and untamed.- His pale and tnelan- Have you breakfasted? Have you had
choly-eyed face, for all his vituperative anything to eat to-day?
outbursts, vaguely touch her pity. She Otto (In his absent and impersonal
sees Philip's vast hulk confronting the way) Have I ?
: I really forget.
smaller youth, and she steps forward.) Louise (Her lateitt maternal instinct
Louise (\Vith quiet and feminine stirring) : Try to think. Have you ?
directness) Aren't you both speaking
: (She rings) look tired. And I'm
You
with unnecessary heat? Aren't you going to have breakfast in.
both looking at the same thing from (Louise and Philip exchange pregnan
different sides? glances at the same time that Otto
:: ::
simple. All you have to do, when the thought to work it out.
necessity arises, is to bite on this Philip (His indignation almost sub-
fulminate cap with your teeth. Like that. merged by sheer bewilderment) And :
Louise (Putting up a terrified hand) this is the thing you're proudest of?
Don't! This thing that's only able to maim and
Philip: Stop! kill, to strike down the innocent when
Otto (The virtuoso siill) The mo- : it's least expected?
a !: !
thousand dollars for the chance. I'd could all this teach me?
give a thousand dollars to have you Louise (With quiet patience) But :
here, above-ground, for one week's you say you have an open mind, that
time. you're always looking for light.
Otto: Above ground? What do Otto: And you'd feed me into
you mean by that? That I've lived in enlightenment ?
a hole? Louise: Oh, we'd dine regularly, as
Philip (Explosively) That you've : we always do. But there would be
lived in the dark! other things, of course. And I'd try
Louise (With a start of illumination) to show you how beautiful life can be.
What a splendid idea that would be — Otto (Echoing her) How beautiful :
Otto (To Philip) You mean you'd : could show us! So much you could
educate me? teach me. (Not unconscious of her
Philip: Yes, I'd educate you. I'd power) And it w^ould seem almost like
:
And it takes time, so often, to reach anv of the past. (She quietly takes the
common ground. Wait! Whv could- bomb from Otto's nnprotesting^hand.
: — —
192 A DREAM IN THE DUSK
Then her eyes again meet Otto's) And : Otto: Yes, I give you my promise
you will promise me, on your word of Louise (In her soft and tranquillizing
honor, that for one week's time there voice, as she takes up the silver coffee-
will be no talk of such things. Nothing pot) : And now we're going to talk
will be done. We will all play fair. things over, just as three sensible people
We'll all be honest and aboveboard? ought to! (Her smile laves Otto, who
Otto {Wheeling suddenly on Philip) watches her as she pours out the coffee.
Do you promise that? Doyle steps into the rcfom, stops at the
(Louise drops the bomb into her coffee- door, and stands looking at the seated
cup and quietly drowns it with water trio.)
from a carafe.) Louise (To Otto) : Do you take
Philip (His conscience not quite clear, cream ?
but meeting the emergency) Yes, I : Doyle (Weakly, utterly bewildered) :
promise that.'il •
-^
Well, I'll be damned!
Louise (To Otto) : And you give me
your promise? (Curtain)
Pocket-Handkerchief Farms
By George R. Belton
Illustrated With Photographs
acres in bearing fruit, are not to be maker's love for trees, flowers, and
despised even by the bumper wheat well-kept grounds is in evidence. A
fanner. Seven acres of fourteen-year- second illustration shows how the land
old prunes on Hansberger's farm at is brought into fruit; vegetables grow-
Grand Forks, B. C, produced $630.00 ing amongst the trees as they come to
per acre this year. A nearby farm maturity. Trees bear fruit in paying
gave over $450.00 per acre in straw- quantities at four years of age in this
berries; onions, shipped by the ton, district, but the land between the trees
have given results as good. Of course, is always kept cultivated instead of
the Grand Forks district has the ad- growing into the grassy lawn so familiar
vantage of a season somewhat earlier, in the orchards of many lands, and
owing to its position, " far enough west vegetables are grown between the rows
to be warm and not far enough to be till the trees are ten or twelve years of
wet," and in a sheltered valley open to age. The ten rows of potatoes, 140
the southwest; thus it obtains the yards long, shown here- netted the boy
higher prices of the early market. Yet who grew them $33.25 when sold on
results as good are reported from other July fifth.
parts of the province quite frequently. A farm is divided into ten-acre
And besides the present yield of the tracts, the divisions beingmarked by
land from vegetables and small fruits, the different directions of rows of vege-
and its certain huge yields when the tables on the different tracts, no fences
fruit-trees mature, there is the added being used by fruit-farmers unless
advantage that a fruit farm properly needed for special reasons. Small
tilled increases its productiveness every fruits,asparagus and strawberries are
year instead of decreasing in fertility. grown on the three different tracts
The accompanying photographs shown in the heading of this article. The
show a typical fruit-farmer's home; the trees in this picture are six years old,
residence of W. A. Cooper, one mile all having been planted at the same
from Grand Forks B. C.'^iThe home- time before sub-division, which is a
194
THE COMFORTABLE HOME OF A TEK-ACRE FARMER IN THE COUXTRV THAT FAR EXOVGH WEST
TO BE WARM AND NOT FAR ENOUGH TO BE WET"
195
— —
^« GENUINE ARTICLE
Some assembled euidence to show tha^t xve
don't always qet tahat tv-e^ ask for ^y^
II' e A uc £ .1 . i<
BV R ODEN KINGSMILL
•
'
WHEN, events,
in the course of
it
human
became necessary
not be improved. But, as far as they
are able under the law, the inspectors
for the Minister of Agriculture are always at work around the big stores
at Ottawa to explain his new of the cities and the little stores of the
Trade Marks there was, as those
Bill, towns and villages looking for adulter-
bright reporters say, much laughter ated foods, substituted foods; once in a
when it came out that there was such while, genuinely poisonous foods.
an edible as canned goat. The side- The Department of Inland Revenue
splitters that the Parliamentary humor- issues bulletins week after week, stating
ists got off when this amazing discovery where adulterated samples were found,
was announced in Mr. Sydney Fisher's together with the name of the retailer
silver trumpet tones were even above and the name of the manufacturer.
the average of House of Commons wit. Now and then the culprit manufac-
—
"Butt" two t's there, please turers are sent for and warned by the
"Butt," demanded the statesmen, Department, and they invariably pro-
"have Canadians really got down to mise to do better. As a rule, they do
eating goat's meat?" for a while. The police court cases are
Ask of the winds; for answer there rare, for in the most of the cases the
was none. There was a suspicion that shopkeeper is not to blame. He has
preserved goat -with caper sauce, you — bought the goods honestly, and it
—
know might be induced to masquer- would be unfair to penalize him for
ade as Southdown mutton. And, another's fault. The same proportion
doubtless, the mutton would taste comes in which the manufacturer is
better, if feed has anything to do with concerned. It is a sure thing that the
meat flavors. manufacturer who labels his product
the goat remained within its can
If would find it the worst of business
and honestly represented itself to be habitually to turn out an adulterated
just what it was, there are a few other article.
dietetic articles that don't do likewise, And so, the label is ^'"our safeguard.
and the pure food inspectors of the The law should be amended so as to
Department of Inland Revenue are the give the counterfeiters all the publicity
gentlemen who can tell you all about it that they deserve. It would have been
ifyou really want full particulars. We so amended at this session if Dread-
have a pretty good Food Substitution naughts had not sailed into view and
Act
196
in Canada; not to say that it could —
taken all the wind so to speak out of —
pice-s tti Re
'what's VOCRS?" rye, scotch, BOURBOX, club, "cask-mellowed" or "stored since '49" ALL SPRING
3;,"?5l'ROM THE SAME DEMIJOHN IP YOU ARE CLEVER ENOUGH TO SURPRISE THE "BAR-KEEP" ALONE
know a man who has a brother-in-law, The fine in such cases made and
who is acquainted with a prominent provided is $50.00 and costs. There
citizen. This latter gentleman has an have been few prosecutions. But the
astounding and appalling tale to tell Canadian revenue, in such instances, is
regarding the treatment to which defrauded. So, incidentally, is the
Canadian whiskey is subjected at the customer.
hands of certain licensed purveyors of From the beverage which stingeth
the same. like a serpent and biteth like an adder,
The prominent citi/en is engaged in it is not a long jump to the useful and
the manufacture of patent disk-har- at times desirable clove. The last time
rows, and it will readily be understood His Majesty's minions started investi-
that when he entered a certain Toronto gating the spicy morsels, they found
cafe one morning, he repaired thither only 74 samples out of 145 were the
for strictly business reasons. It hap- genuine article. But you really can't
pened that, on account of the early label a clove with any great degree of
hour, no patrons had yet arrived. success, so the foregoing warning does
Behind the long counter which, it is not seem to apply in this case.
reported, is to be found in such estab- How about your breakfast coffee'
lishments, stood the manager. In Here the winsome housewife is pretty
front of him were a number of empty nearly safe if she makes her choice
bottles, bearing perhaps half a dozen between the branded or the
article
Canadian whiskey labels. The genial honest grocer. But
the dishonest
and efficient manager greeted the grocer can show his fine sophisticating
visitor, begged for a moment's grace, hand through his whirring mill if he so
and by means of a large tin funnel pro- pleases, and if his early teaching has
ceeded to fill each and every one of been defective.
those bottles from the same corpulent The adulterant that he usually
demijohn. The prominent citizen was employs is so cheap as to make cheating
considerably surprised. well worth his while. Nothing but
198
Id • rt 'N c e ; M I ->< t
THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR MUST POKE AN INQUSITIVE NOSE INTO ALL SORTS OF
ANCIENT SECRETS IN THE STOREKEEPER'S BACK ROOM
199
200 THE GENUINE
plain, ordinary roast grain. This is It may be Canadian claret, fortified
rank fraud and mean fraud, too, for the with brandy and sweetened. Not that
victims are in many cases folk who have there is no Canadian port. There is—
not too much money to spend on coffee sound, honest wine. A censurable
or anything else. The coflfee crook is in scheme is the practice of labelling
about the same class as the fellow who native wine as "imported". Several
waters the milk. consignments of alleged French and
And the toothsome maple syrup. Portuguese wines were seized in Mont-
Here we have both the food inspectors real not long ago. They were labelled
and the producers of the honest article "Muscatel de France, 1908." "Oporto
working in our behalf. The sellers of de France, 1898." and " Chateau Rams-
pure syrup have long and sharp knives zay". Another sample of native wine
for the gentry who mix glucose and was labelled not 'only as coming from
water and a little maple syrup or maple a foreign port, but also with the name
extract. The result is to be seen in the of a mythical
Department's figures, but at the last vintner, " Fine
ples examined were found to be gen- aniline dye." "Dyed scarlet, aniline
uine. The improvement, though, dye." "Contains aniline dye and sali-
is not progressive. One year the num- cylic acid," the bulletins report.
ber of adulterations will be quite high, A strawberry jam, made of con-
then it will drop the next year, but show demned apples, hayseed, flavoring ex-
a marked increase the year after. No tracts and aniline dye must be a very
doubt the extent to which adultera- superior after-breakfast bonne bouche.
tions is carried on depends very much The article is quite common. Reckless
upon the abundance or the scarcity of merriment does not characterize the
the genuine article. Inland Revenue Inspectors, but one of
The citizen who has not yet joined them must have thought it quite a good
the aquarians cannot always be sure one when he seized a consignment of
that when he calls for a glass of old port this line of jam that had been returned
he is going to get the genuine article. to the manufacturer with a complaint
A DESERT ELOPEMENT 201
sped, until those v.-atching could but Injim ? You'll hit the town hall in
"
dimly distinguish it. Chihuahua at that rate !
speeding the arrow on its way to the " Playin' guardeen angel to Injun
dollar drunk he already felt was his. lovers ain't altogether in my line, but
A blood-curdling yell from the runner I wish I'd a-gone lighter on that bottle
so startled this wooden personage, of booze. However, I guess there's
giving unexpected impetus to his arm, enough to hold the old galoot for a
as to release the arrow. Leaning while."
breathlessly after it as it flew to the As he mounted his pony, the cowboy
mark, with those about him listening dropped his half-filled whiskey bottle
in sympathy for the ping of its impact, near enough to be covered swiftly by
the old Indian flung his hands outward the blanket of the nondescript as he
with an expression of delight when the sat huddled on the edge of the plat-
arrow struck full on the heart of the form watching the departing train,
coin. Off he went for his winning. unconscious that the bow and arrow
As the yell split the silence, there and the silver dollar in his hands had
was a flash of bronze flesh, a streaming cost him a daughter.
The Call of the Divine
By Edgar H. Scott
I
INK! . . . lingle- of his face was firm and regular, and
tinkle-tink ! . . .
the expression sunny as the golden day.
" Beside him lay a thoroughbred shep-
tink !
A PLEA
BY WILBUR D. NESBIT
O FRIENDS,
To
by this one thing I'd choose
have your friendship well displayed:
Please keep your fingers off the bruise
My enemy unkindly made.
The Justice of the Wolves
By W. Scott Darling
Illustrated by J. J. Rejmolds
209
210 SONG OF A SOUND SAILOR
was out and everything was gray, un- recoiled from it, for it was very cold,
natural and impalpable. I listened Hastily I endeavored to light a fire,
intently for the breathing of my com- but before my nerveless fingers could
panions, but all was quiet. The silence accomplish their task, the light of the
was intense. I crept over to the near- sun, filtering through the tree-tops,
est sleeping hollow, but it was empty, illumined the dead body of the ranger
They had gone then. I thought it with a red, raw gash across the fore-
strange I was not awakened by their head.
departure. I stumbled over in the And the captive? Captive no more,
direction of the fire and came to the in the gay-coated livery of the rangers
place where the ranger had slept. It of the wood, he was bounding back to
was not empty. I stretched out my freedom and the frozen North of his
hands and felt naked flesh. My hands peopie.
And I've heard a sailor call his collum klutch his "Sunday skirt".
But everything is different with me since I was hurt,
An' me heart is with me klutch at KitsumgoUum.
Broadway clamors for details of a West four with the filed trigger is the lineal
that is wild and woolly and full of fleas. descendant of the blade of blue
No wonder "Jim" and the rest of the Damascus steel; M'liss •
and The
bunch had to fake their local color, and Duchess are daughters of Cunegonde
themselves evolve Broadway's West for and Galeswinthe. As of right, the
Broadway's delight. East demands the gentleman adven-
Ever since the blind slave Aesop turer and the cowboy west of Winnipeg,
knelt on Byzantine floors and beguiled and when it doesn't get them, it feels
with his fables the slow and sandal- injured and amazed.
scented hours of the Oriental harem, all —
"Give us Romance -preferably with
good tales have begun with the fancy- blood," said all the sweet " Virginian "-
provoking words, "once upon a time". reading feminine friends of "Jim," and
The giants have all lived "in those the other boys when they went West.
days," the lovely ladies have been "Tell us how many guns people gener-
daughters of a minstrel's muse, the ally 'tote '
what shooting-scrapes
;
you've seen;whether the cowboys to buy at the hardware store, and rig up
really make strangers dance to the fake lynchings, and lie awake nights
music of nicely-aimed shots how much ; inventing Broadway's West after the
whiskey is considered a man's drink. fashion of the moving picture "dram-
Give us Indians, stampedes, sheep- mer". Not one of these card-slipping
wars, remittance-men, whisky-trad- amateur "bad men" ever saw a gun
ing, half-breed uprisings, buffalo, 'la carried in earnest in the West, not one
longue traverse'. Tell us all about The ever saw a man hanged unless in the
West." due course of British justice. Nor will
And the boys, having learned that they ever see it. The West is as law-
the main items of interest in Alberta abiding and peaceful as the East. A
were the number of bushels of wheat to little more resourceful, perhaps; a little
the acre and the price of beef critters on readier of action, a little less uncom-
the hoof at the packing houses, racked fortably conscious of ancestry and
their brains to satisfy Broadwa}'. custom, a little more appreciative of
Romance there was in plenty, the what a man is than of what his grand-
romance of a new empire in the making, father left him, but every whit as
the romance of new steel over sod, of broken to harness of Blackstone and
green wheat where the buffalo-grass —
Coke as Yonge Street -probably more
had sprung, of a country that had been so.
the same for a thousand years being When visiting Easterners on the
changed overnight into a stretch of lookout for the Wild West have to play
thriving farms, but it was not the Alkali Ike themseb'es in their buttoned
romance of Bret Harte, and it did not shoes, it's pretty good testimony to the
appeal. goodness of the country. Mark West-
Therefore, did "Jim" and his friends em Canada's card "Deportment, 100,"
monkey v\-ith a young cannon they had and let 'er go.
BAD ME.V I.V BUTTON SHOES AND PUTTEES ARE NEW DEPARTURE
'
BRITISH NEWS OF CANADA wan and went through all the travail of
OEADERS of this magazine will be pioneer farming. As he says; "The
*^ especially interested in the depart- only thing I don't know about that
ure that is being made in journalism by game is getting rich at it; for twenty-
Arthur Hawkes, who has been a five years ago the chief asset to be
frequent contributor to Canada acquired in Assiniboia was valuable
Monthly for three or four years. This experience." Since his farming days
month Mr. Hawkes is starting The in the West, Mr. Hawkes has filled
British News of Canada, a w^eekly paper, important positions on the newspapers
which, while it will be printed and of Manchester, London and Toronto. ,
publivShed in Montreal, wdll circulate The British News of Canada will tell
primarily in Great Britain as a means the reader in Britain exactly the things
of promoting emigration to Canada on which a Britisher, returning to his
Imperial lines. native country, will tell his friends as
Mr. Hawkes has had experience and they sit around the hearthstone, about
training which fit him unusually well Canada and the life lived by British
for his new undertaking. Indeed, it is men, women and children who are
only from such an experience as he has helping to build up the best of all the
had in journalism and farming in both younger nations of the Empire.
Canada and England that a paper like Good luck to it. It is going to
The British News can spring. Twenty- be a great, big, strong and efficient
fiveyears ago, Mr. Hawkes came to new link between the Old Land and
what is now the Province of Saskatche- the New.
216
Myself—Scow-Pilot
By F. T. Wood
probably, to most of my
VERY readers,the word scow will
some description, loaded on their year's
supply of provisions, machinery, etc.,
mean nothing, or at the most etc., and floated down to " Home, sweet
mean no more than hundreds of home".
other little four letter words. But to The roads at that time were such
me the word does mean something; it that it was practically impossible in the
brings back vividly my various home- spring or early summer, to haul more
stead adventures in Northern Alberta; than the empty rig. Thousands of new
it brings back memories of long days settlers were pouring into the country,
spent at Edmonton, building and load- most of them States people with from
ing; and last, but by no means least, one to three cars of stock and effects.
the memory' of the trip itself down the Dozens utilized the river to take their
broad, s^v^inging Saskatchewan, the goods down to their new homes. For
bright days, the cloudy days, the hard those who were already settled in the
work at the great sweeps in the rapids country, freighting in the winter was
and at the curves, the long stretches of quite feasible, and in fact there was lots
idleness in the smoother portions, the of it brought down that way, but the
cool dark of the nights, when we snub- expense of hauling goods overland from
bed in some eddy, and, rolled in our one to three hundred miles was by no
blankets, fell asleep to the hum of the means light. There were big settle-
mosquitoes and the gurgling purr of the ments at Battleford, and at Lloyd-
waters. There was lots of work, of minster were located the crowd of
course, hard work, too, but withal they Englishmen who had come to the
are pleasant journeys to look back Canadian West under the caption of the
upon, and at the risk of seeming too Barr Colony. Until the Canadian
poetical, I will say that the memory of Northern Railway built through, al-
my different scow trips is a bright most the entire supplies for these people
portion in the otherwise rather sordid, came down from Edmonton by boat.
prosaic background of the taking of a And, by supplies, I mean everything
homestead. imaginable, lumber to build the homes,
Five or six years ago scows and rafts machinery to open up and till the soil,
were more than common at Edmonton, some horses, thousands of bushels of
and along the river. I feel safe in say- grain for seed and feed, milch cows,
ing that the number that left that place flour and other provisions, barb- wire,
every summer would number well into stoves, and in fact farm and household
the hundreds. That was, of course, goods and necessities of every kind and
before the Canadian Northern was com- description. I may add that I saw
pleted into Edmonton, and the portion three ministers embark from Edmonton
of the great Saskatchewan valley, lying one day, bound for some point away
between the "Last House City" and down-river I never knew whether they
;
Prince Albert was quite devoid of any were included in the regular order for
means of transportation save by wagon supplies, or whether they were going on
and river. It is not to be wondered at, their own responsibility. Prince
then, that people took advantage of Brothers, of Battleford, were, I think,
their opportunities and flocked to the largest firm of freight handlers on
Edmonton every year at high water the river, and I imagine the figures they
time, built or bought a raft or a scow of could give of freight handled would be
S17
218 MYSELF—SCOW-PILOT
astonishing. The Alberta Govern- section of real, ordinary life floating
ment undertook one summer to take down the river.
some rafts of lumber down for the Scow-travel is a sandwich composed
Lloydminster people, but they were of very hard work and blissful loafing in
very unfortunate. For some reason, alternate stretches the busiest and the
;
the rafts were held till early fall, or idlest and most altogether pleasant
until the high water season was past life a man can lead this side of paradise.
and the river on the ebb. At such We had elected to follow it for a trip,
times it literally abounds in rocks and and one broiling July afternoon we cast
bars and various species of trouble for off at Edmonton, loaded to the limit.
the navigator. The government rafts Noon was our scheduled departure;
got not more than one hundred miles on actually it was three o'clock, and we
their journey and stranded; they had thirty miles to run before we
stranded good and hard. The men reached our night's rest. I had been
paddled around in the still falling water chosen pilot, and as we slid away with
for weeks, tore the big rafts apart and the current, I did some rather anxious
built new cribs, only to strand again. fore-casting. Down-river were the big
Eventually the river was given up, and steel-clad piers of the Canadian North-
the whole supply was taken by wagon ern Railway to negotiate; below them
to the Colony, one hundred and fifty somewhere were the big new booms to
miles or more. I am quite sure the catch the overflow of the Edmonton
poor Englishmen had to dig deep down Mills; just where, we did not know.
in their trousers' pockets to pay the Fort Saskatchewan, a little Northwest
expenses on that lumber consignment. Police barracks town, was our objective
Revillon Fr^res, the millionaire Parisian point, and I wanted to reach it by
firm, with a big branch at Edmonton, broad daylight. However, there was
who are a close second to the Hudson's no use in meeting trouble half-way, so
Bay Company in the wholesale and raw to change the subject, I hauled up my
fur trade of the Northwest, were also drinking-water jug.
heavy river traffickers. Almost in- Just before we left Edmonton, I had
variably they used scov/s for their been taken with a brilliant idea. The
goods, which were of course immense warm, clayey, sediment-stained water
shipments of fiour, grain and other of the river on a hot day is not palat-
merchandise. Prince Brothers, whose able, and I had resolved to cheat Fate
specialty was lumber, used rafts. out of a cool drink this broiling after-
The Saskatchewan rafts were, of noon. I had filled a jug with cool
course, no different from rafts the spring-water, tied a rope through the
world over, simply cribs of lumber built handle, and trailed it astern to keep
up until the top tiers floated dry. fresh in the depths of the river. Alas,
Some modest individuals would go for my brilliant idea. When I hauled
down with only one crib, just enough to up the jug for a sip all 'round, I had
float the owner and his bachelor outfit. only the rope, the handle, four square
Prince Brothers' rafts were often from inches of jug, and the ironical cork.
100 to 150 feet long, and usually two Some ill-conditioned boulder but why —
tiers wide, or about thirty feet. Of dwell on the dry spots of existence?
course, to handle properly a boat of this We drank plain river, and went ahead.
size, two sweeps were not sufficient, Some four miles an hour is the
and so on these you would find two or average speed of a scow on the Saskat-
possibly three on each end, and enough chewan, and about nine o'clock we
men work them all. On rafts this
to swung into the long straight stretch
size, men would have a tent, there
the leading to the Fort. Here the channel
would be great piles of groceries and narrows, and the current grows swift.
grain, usually covered with camp- Far ahead we could see the piers and
sheets, perhaps a team or two, tons of the skeleton-like steel structure of the
machinery; there would be a stove set big bridge. Ordinarily, in Alberta, the
up for the cook, and in many ways the sun is still bright at nine o'clock in
outfit as a whole looked like a miniature early July, but to-night a storm was
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F. T. WOOD 211>
brewing, and the whole west was over- the others, and was horror-stricken to
cast. The storm had been born sud- see that in the tense excitement of the
denly, or we should have snubbed in moment they had started their oar on
some of the little bays back of the last the wrong swing, and were working
bend. Here, it was impossible. We their best to send us to a smashing
could do nothing but go on, through finish. I can imagine that in a regular
the uncertain twilight, trying to pick story here would have been the oppor-
our course, and wondering where the tunity for the leading man to have been
booms might be. Nobody said much. self-contained and cool. I was not. I
I stood at the front of the scow, watch- yelled back at the rowers — yelled
^I
ing the channel, heading for the space loud enough and my choice of words
between the first and second piers on was such that they knew at the other
the south side. We were close to the end that something was wrong and
bridge by this time, and travelling shifted like lightning. All of this takes
rapidly. All at once I saw the booms, longer in the telling than it did at the
a straight unbroken line across the time of action. Looking back on it
river, with but one narrow and none now, it all seems to have happened in a
too easy outlet. It was almost dark, few short seconds.
with a keen cool breeze blowing, clouds Get through? Of course we got
rising rapidly, and the flash and peal of through, but I could have almost
the thunder storm close upon us. We touched that pier when we whirled by
could hear plainly the dull pound and and on. A half-mile down we pulled
crash of the water boiUng around the into shore and tied up for the night.
piers, and the monotonous churn of the We had barely finished tying down the
booms. I knew it was a case of hard corners of the canvas covering our
and strong pulling, of nice calculation goods when the storm broke over us
in that boiling water, and a chance of- with a wald roar and a deluge of water.
but then, on the river chances are part We crawled under shelter till the worst
of the day's work. had passed, and then found our wa^*-
I called back to the others what to do up town and eventually to the hotel,
and wh}^ "and when I say pull," I where a good hot supper and bed
ordered, "pull, and pull like the devil." awaited us. It was now long past ten.
I took the front oar with Fred and we and while I should have been grateful
worked the boat over slowly, swung that I had a bed in a hotel and not a
safely by the piers and shot rapidly boom-pier in the river, I fell asleep
down towards the opening. The pier without stopping to count mercies.
holding the second section of boom in After all, our little adventure had been
place was a steel and concrete structure, but an incident in a scow trip and in a
pointed on its upstream surface, and larger sense of life. It is only fair to
only a foot or so out of water. In fact, add here that these booms were not
in the swift rush of the current here, allowed in place when there was any
the pier itself was hardly visible, but considerable traffic on the river.
the boiling mass of foam that sur- Anything that I encountered on the
rounded it betrayed its presence and river, however, was but a gentle picnic
its damaging possibilities only too well. compared with the experience of one
Almost before I realized it we were Simpson, a neighbor of mine. Simp-
at the end of the first section and the son's adventure was two years before
opening was at hand. the one narrated above, that is in 1904.
"Pull," I yelled harshly, and bent He had come to Edmonton with two
to the task myself. We took two or of his other neighbors and myself to
three quick, deep strokes, Fred and I bring down with us his stock of sup-
straining every muscle. Something plies. When we reached the city, how-
was wrong, we were making no head- ever, Simpson got to feeling rather
'^ay. It was a terribly short distance independent, and went off up town,
that squat, ugly pier, and I knew
'
where he bought, repaired and brought
only too well that if we caught on that down to the river what we in the
our boat was gone. I looked back at Northwest call a Klondyke boat. This
220 MYSELF— SCOW-PILOT
is a boat modelled after those used on Fort was an old ferry, the Clover Bar
the Yukon and other Alaskan streams Crossing, The ferry as a ferry had
during the early days of the gold rush, been given up for some years, and the
and will carry a very considerable load. boat itself had been drawn up on the
In fact it is necessary to load them bank and was gradually falling to
down rather heavily in order to insure pieces. The cable had been allowed to
stability. There are or were a number remain and stretched across the river
of these boats there at Edmonton. in a big sweeping curve. The posts
Whether they were built there for and fastenings, of course, were getting
Alaskan trade to be sent west and looser and weaker every year, and the
shipped up the Pacific to the gold cable itself was gradually sinking down
country, or whether some hair-brained towards the water. Anyone who has
adventurers expected to tote them ever seen a cable stretched across a river,
overland to that Mecca, or whether particularly a river where the banks
they were built there merely for river are high, hasnoticed that it is never taut
work, I never could determine. Simp- as, for instance, a telephone wire, but
son'^bought his boat for a song, repaired hangs in a big, gradual curve, closest
her'himself, being a blacksmith, wood- to the water near the centre of the river
worker and general handy man,brought and rising gradually toward both
her down to the river and had his load banks. In ordinary water the cable
on ready to go some two days before here at Clover Bar was quite high
we had our own scow finished and enough for boats to slip through under
loaded. Simpson had never been on its very centre; in high water it was
the river, but this fact did not deter advisable to hug the shore a bit. As a
him from setting out alone. He was matter of fact, on the extreme south
quite sure he could go through alone side at this point is found the best
and beat us home. He did beat us channel. This was the channel we
home, as a matter of fact, but how he took two days later, and was the one
did it is something of a tale. Simpson should have taken, but of
His boat was heavily loaded and rode course he did not know this.
well. With the weight and bulk that It was between four and five, as near
he had, it was quite impossible to do as I could determine, when Simpson
anything with oars, so Simpson had reached the place. He was sitting high
built up with some of his goods a very on his pedestal, some two or three feet
considerable eminence in the rear end above the ordinary level of his boat,
of his boat. On this he was to sit, and and swinging along nearly in the centre
with a long paddle-like arrangement, he of the river. Simpson was extremely
was going to steer through the various short-sighted. Then again the glare
difficulties on the 190-mile journey of the sun on moving water is often
home. He left Edmonton about two hard on eyesight. Simpson, sitting-
o'clock one early July afternoon, July high on his boat, and steering her down
being a popular month for scows, prin- the river, actually came to that cable
cipally because late June and early without seeing it or in any way becom-
July almost invariably meant good high ing aware of its proximity.
water. The current was good from The boat cleared without a hitch,
where Simpson loaded, and so in a very and the first inkling Simpson had of
few minutes after he pushed away from difficulty was when that cable caught
the shore he was quite lost to view, his him square amidships and swept him
Venetian method of steering a Klon- off the boat into the water. Strange as
dyke boat apparently working it may seem, although caught entirely
smoothly. We did not see him again unawares and unprepared, Simpson's
until we reached home on our own boat mind or instincts were quick enough to
some four or five days later, so what clutch and hold on to the cause of his
happened on the river is hearsay trouble. There is a lot of spring in a
evidence, but at the same time it is steel-wire cable, and instead of being
absolutely authentic. suspended in the air as some might
About half-way from the city to the suppose, he found himself in the water
F. T. WOOD 221
to above his waist. Simpson could not the river, with its insistent, dragging,
swim a stroke, so dared not drop the steady pull, coupled mth the wild,
cable and start for shore in that fashion. jarring fling of the cable, was almost
Now the siege began. The current ready to claim its victim, one of the
here is quite strong, and the pulling young breeds in that cabin on the hill
force exerted on the lower part of his came out into the afternoon haze, saw
body was heaw and insistent. It the man clinging there in midstream,
dragged him down stream every inch came out in his boat and rescued him
that the looseness of the supports and in quite an ordinan,' fashion.
the ordinary give and spring of that To say that Simpson was tired and
cable would allow. And then when sore and weak, and that his nerves were
that limit had been reached, there considerably shattered would be only
would of necessity be a quick reaction, the truth. I said nerves, not nerve, for
and that long cable, apparently imbued the next morning he hired the young
with life, would snap back to its breed and his boat and set off down
original dragging Simpson
position, river again to hunt for v.-hat he was sure
with it, who
clung as desperately as a wotdd be only the wreck of his boat.
man with only one chance will cling. But, after flinging the man a more than
I am not prepared to say just how many usually mean jolt, the fates had appar-
feet the pull of the river would spring ently relented, and the boat and con-
that cable, but I do know that it was tents were safe. She had drifted
more than sufhcient to give Simpson a steadily and had been caught and held
thorou§lily exciting time on the jump by the Fort Saskatchewan ferr\T3ian
back. Instead of pulling him gradu- early the evening before. Simpson
ally back through the water, the return claimed his boat, and, ^-ith the breed
trip was almost instantaneous and went on down-river to his destination,
more in the air than in the water. The meeting -^ath no further mishaps. He
sudden jolt and jar and nasty upward did do one thing at the Fort, however,
fling were almost too much for Simp- which is not surprising, and that was to
son's muscle and endurance, but he lodge a vigorous complaint with the
hung on grimly, and was pulled down Police Commissioner against the useless
and flew back time after time. The and dangerous Clover Bar cable, and
position and strain were unusual; be- what is more to the point, in a very few
fore long his muscles and whole body days that menace came down for good.
were sore and cramped. Simpson is by Simpson, I think, has never gone
no means a young man, but his whole down-river a second time, and I am
life spent in active muscle-making pur- quite -willing to admit that if I had
suits offset in a way the disadvantage spent an afternoon as he did, on a
of years. riotously alive vnre rope, with the
On he hung. An hour or more went whole Saskatchewan pulling at my
by. Theboat, of course, had long heels, I would be more than content to
since disappeared, even if Simpson had use the dry land as a basis of travel.
had time or the inclination to be Using the dry land is getting to be
interested in the fate of his vessel. the real thing in Alberta now. The
Simpson yelled, of course, yelled loud Canadian Northern wiU in a few years
and long and consistently till he was have branch lines out, tapping and
quite out of breath, and then when he supplying the more secluded portions of
was rested he would do it all over again. the great valley of the North Saskat-
Except in ven,' calm still weather, how- chewan, and the day of the settlers'
ever, a man's voice will not penetrate scows "^411 be only a memory. And.
far in the wilderness, and so his cries after all, only one phase in the developn
were not heard. There was a half- ment of that partictdar portion of the
breed family living on the north bank "Last Northwest," and when newer
not very far away, but the place seemed and easier and safer transportation
quite deserted. All things end, how- methods are furnished, it is inevitable
ever, and when Simpson had almost that the old must succumb and the ne^r
reached the limit of his endurance, and come in. There are dozens of thriving
222 SUCCESS
littletowns along the railroads, where upstream, and then like old King
ten years ago, or even five years ago, James, "came down again"; if he
there was naught but a verdant wilder- meant the song of the forests to the
ness. A careful system of local-im- west, the great seams of coal, the dull,
provement organization is spreading dust-like gold hidden in all the bars; if
the good-roads movement far and wide. he meant the countless memories of the
Some writer has coined the phrase, old, wild, free life on its bosom and on
" to scratch in the sands of the Saskat- the rich plateaus adjoining; if he
chewan for romance." To me his meant the promise of great cities and
meaning was a little obscure, but if by prosperous contented provinces of the
romance, he meant the real, natural future; if he meant all that I hope he
charm and beauty of that great river meant, then I too can say, " Scratch in
and its wonderfully varied banks if he ; the sands along the Saskatchewan if
meant the tales of the old Hudson's you seek romance, or life, which is, after
Bay freighters, who toted their boats all, the same".
^^^^^^TP*
To ladies' eyes around, boys.
You can't refuse —
you can't refuse;
Be they black or brown, boys,
'Tis hard to choose —
'Tis hard to choose.
—^ToM Moore
To some it leaves the memory of joys by the length of a horse. But, out in
that blessed their lot; to others mem- the country, the hen hasn't learned
ories of perished hopes, and to you or about the auto yet — See that one?" —
me but a faint sweet picture of what hen made a "lep" like an Irish hunter
might have been. It is not good to be into the hedge as
overmuch given to introspection; it we sheared past
—
breeds pessimism which is only one — "We nearly
way of acknowledging that you have caught her. Hens
—
been a failure but there is one time in don't understand
the year when looking back exercises an motors, for
the
influence for good, for endeavor and they are always
striving, and that time is New Year thinking of the horse. They're just
time. The perished hopes, the "might- victims to old fogy notions like a
have-beens "are not worthy memories to lot of country people, v/ho object to
take with you into the young year. machines."
—
They are at stock-taking time, neces- They are certainly behind the times.
sary to the order of review; are as the We must educate our hens. They may
salt and pepper to the dish a pinch— not demand the vote, or cackle "one
! —
KIT 225
wife to one man" —
but they should be imagine nothing more weird than the
taught that autos are no respecters of sight of these poor dead people, half
—
hens or other persons. However, rising among the wreaths of flowers
Chantecler sometimes gets caught and — built by loving friends around them, as
you should hear the old hens chuckle! —
though to receive company a salon de
Serve him right, the old Mormon la mort surely —
and yet more than once
it has proved to be a salon of Life itself,
BURIED ALIVE of resurrection and hope and —^Love
W 'HY do we not
have in
country a Watch
this
perhaps,
mCORRIGIBLE PADDY
House such as
V\7'HICH reminds me of the Irishman
they have or had
whose shrewish wife had died.
in the old City of
She had a grand wake, to be sure, and
Hofengratz ? It
has been called an
everything "done dacint". When
they were taking her to the graveyard
tion,
eccentric
but in view of the many
institu-
persons
— and a fine funeral she had, plenty of
who known to have been buried
are
side-cars, and ass-carts and the man of
alive, who may dare to say so? When
several old London graveyards were
lately dug up and remains removed, it
•vas found that a shocking percentage
has been thus untimely buried. A
more awful fate it would be difficult to
imagine. In every case the unfortun-
ate inmate was found in some twisted
and crooked position, which precluded
the possibility that he or she had been
really dead when coffined. What hor-
ror ending in madness before blessed
death came, must not those unfortun-
ates have endured! Hair torn from
the scalp —fingers crooked into the
flesh, —and agony of mind beyond the
thinking! So, in Hofengratz, they
ruled these things better, for the good
people there erected many years ago, an
unique building close by the city
cemetery. In this for a certain time—
three days. I believe — and on payment
of a regulated fee. the dead are watched
in case that a mistake has been made.
The building is divided into numerous
—
apartments well-furnished, and con-
taining every appliance which might
help in case of emergency. The dead
are placed in slanted coffins, the mo-
SHE CAN WORK ALL DAT AND MOST OF THE NIGHT AND
tionless hand resting on a delicate NOT ONE OF HER FAMILY SHOWS EITHER CON-
mechanism which, on the slightest SIDERATION OR GRATITUDE
movement, would respond by ringing the house with a mourning band round
an alarm bell in the adjoining chamber
where an attendant v/aits. A medical
his caubeen, —
no less! the boys that
were carrying her let the coffin drop as
—
man is at once summoned in fact, his
apartments are close by, and restora-
they rounded a tight corner. It broke,
and Herself "rowled" out alive and
tives are applied to assist struggling
hearty.
nature to assert herself. You can " An' is it berryin' me befure me tim
: , —
226 THE PEDDLER'S PACK
you do be, you ould thraitor," she cried ing on the steps in her sunbonnet,
to the husband, shaking her fist at him. hardly realizes the peaceful beauty of
She went home and nagged him for her little English home perhaps some
;
two years more, and then she died in day when she is grown up and makes a
earnest. There was another wake and new home in our greatest and last West,
another funeral, though this time Pat she will remember the thatched cottage
had no mourning band round his with the roses climbing over it in her
caubeen. (He had his eye on a fair- far-away Devon home and then, I —
haired young girsha). As the coffin- think, her eyes will grow a bit dim,
bearers neared the fatal spot, he called
out in a spasm of anxiety SHOULD SHE EARN?
" Thread gently, boys —
let ye go aisy
A RE women wise in continuing their
an' for God's sake take care of the ** professions or other employment
corner."
after m arriage ? The question is a very
grave one, and involves much thought.
ENGLISH ROSES There is an adage that "the more a
ViTRO that has ever seen it can forget woman makes, the more the man will
'^ the rose beauty of rural England let her". To this might be added "and
upon a golden September day Every- !
the children". A laundress says that
where, on garden walls and cottage she can work all day and most of the
porches, the roses climb. Sometimes night, and not one of her family shows
a Virginia creeper in purple bloom either consideration or gratitude.
smothers a gable-end in a crimson cloud " They expect me to work," she ex-
of beauty; sometimes the tender star- plains. " So does my husband. Many
like clematis and the jessamine climb a time when he knocks off work, and
about the windows, or cling to the end takes his ease, I wonder how it would
wall of the village church. The gar- be if I did the same! 'Twould be the
dens are brave in old-fashioned flowers. shock of his life. You see, ever since I
They are a bit straggly, not too well- was married, and before, I earned my
arranged, and it is this careless dash of living. Perhaps if I stopped, he v/ould
Bohemianism that makes the tall sun- buck up and make good, but I like to
flowers, the crude geraniums and the handle money of my own and not have
stately gladioli take on a touch of to go to him for it. I've never looked
human interest. The English village to a man to give me a dollar in my life;
gardens are made to be lived in and still I often think I'm a fool —
but I
loved. The dormer vv'indows built up dunno."
into the thatch, and the thick hedge of '•
In this case neither "higher educa-
box or privet guards the sanctuary of tion" or "votes for women" are at
home. Perhaps the little maid stand- work. In w^hat mysterious and piti-
able way, then, have the sexes changed
places?
ABOUT WIFE-BEATING
VyiFE-B EATING does not appear to
'^ be on the wane in this Canada of
ours, any more than it is in the British
Isles. Every week in our cities, two or
three cases of brutal beating of women
turn up. Not long since, in England,
a case occurred that was not without
its humour as well as its pathos. A
woman of forty-five, who had brought
tip five children, who were all married
a big strong angular woman, used to
—
hard work ^v/as found to be rarely
A THATCHED AND ROSE-BOWERUD COTTAGE
or DEVON without a black eye. The husband
—
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worked intermittently, but she earned it! Suppose, instead of hunting far
right along. When questioned, the afield,we confined ourselves to attempt-
wife said as " 'ow 'e never 'ardly 'its me ing to rout the social evil from our midst
when 'e's sober, but 'e does when 'e's in our own towns, would we not be
drank, or I ain't got the dinner to 'is doing more towards the interest of
hking". morality than in giving a vigorous,
" And what does he do then —beat splendid and pushing young city like
you black and Winnipeg a
blue?" she was bad name for
asked. To an evil which
which she exists every-
made reply: .^ where, and has
-' existed since
'•'E gives
me a bit of an men and wo-
'iding, and like men were born
as not smashes into the world?
up some of the Why throw
crocks." When stones at the
called, the great Prairie
husband ap- City when all
peared. He our houses at
:^'as a little, home are made
nin, dry frag- of glass?
ment of a man
whom his wife MERCY
could have up A WOMAN
'^
and carried tells this
from end to story. Not
end of the street '
'e gives me a bit of ax 'iding' long since in
without fatigue our Western
village, a girl got into the greatest
WHY WINNIPEG? trouble that is possible to an un-
T'HE strictures of a Toronto Clerg}'- married woman. She was seven-
man on matters relating to the teen and she worked out. She
social evil in Winnipeg have been abandoned the baby, which died.
'^eeted everj'where with regret if not When arraigned, there was only a
ith contumely. It was neither a wise, frightened outlook on life in her sorrow-
- worthy, a charitable or a sane thing ful brown eyes. They brought her in
)r a man to do. An immorality hunt gtiilt}'- with a strong appeal for mercy,
"vuth two detectives in tow merely to and she was set free after serving a
find out if the " vice of the day, the hour light sentence. It is not always the
and the world," as someone puts it. did woman who casts the first stone at a
not exist in Winnipeg as well as To- sister. A man in the small town threw
ronto, or Montreal or Dundas, seems a it, or better —
or worse —
he got a woman
small pursuit for a minister to engage to throw it. The girl killed herself.
in the interests of religion. It was a
deliberate slight and blight on a cit^^
where as clean and decent folk live as in OUR TEACHER
any other in the world, and w^hy Winni- /^HRIST understood. He never
peg should be singled out as a towm in ^^ knocked. There was no poor
"i more "rotten moral condition" than weakness of human nature that He
ny of the places mentioned is some- —
the God-Man had not pity and mercy
ing no one can understand. Winni- for. Not one who casts a stone at an
C'g authorities segregate vice. That unfortunate but will have to account
< the great charge against them. As for that stone when the Day comes.
iough concealing vice ever suppressed Not one grown person exists to-day
;
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230 CHESTNUTS AND CHEESE
WHAT, INDEED? Wishing for books we might peruse
DLISS CARMAN, the brilliant editor Books that the children for us would
'-' author, told,
at a dinner in New choose
York, a story about James Russell Wishing for songs as well as shows
Lowell and a bad boy. But it is better, as suppose,
I
"A Boston woman," said Mr. Car- That we should let all such pleasures
man, "asked Lowell to write in her be—
autograph album, and the poet, com- They are too wicked for mother and me.
plying, wrote the line :
" 'A Chinaman with w^hiskers.' " it, because a shower had filled it with
ice
"I was not aware of it," replied the
"I did," retorts the limburger. I
Daughters who care for us, are these ried ? Why, my child, neither of
And Philip and William and solemn you have ever provided the first neces-
sity of married life."
Joe--
They are our sons — tell us : "Don't go!"
—
Daughter "Oh, yes we have, papa.
The shows are all right for the children We have got a beautiful name for the
to see, baby."
But they are too shady for mother and ODDITIES OF THE GREAT
me. NAPOLEON never went on a lectur
tour.
Mother and I would like to read.
Julius Caesar did not keep a chauf-
But novels for us are scarce, indeed. feur.
Mother got one out of Elsie's den Alexander the Great never sat for a
And promised she'd never do so again. photograph in his life.
All of the children are reading books George the Third was never known t(
But keep them from us with warn- eat grape fruit.
ing looks. Shakespeare would not use a safet;.
The books are all right for the young, razor.
you see. Goethe would not have a telephone
But they are too daring for mother and in the house.
me. Cervantes would not ride on a railway
by coach.
train, preferring to travel
—
Mother and I we sit and sigh, Christopher Columbus did not take a
Wishing for days that have gone by, daily newspaper.
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HUHAn' sent
All the other
!
some girl
fellers went
a valumtine,
So I did, too. W'y, say, I spent
A nickel at th' store fer mine.
Ithad a lot o' printed stuff
About a narrow an' a heart
—
Said it was broken ^just a bluff!—
An' said th' narrow was a dart.
violently, pushed a baby rockily in a crowd was the unreasoning joy of them.
go-cart and scolded like Xantippe Exile, poverty, labor, persecution had
yes, it seemed to me all at the same time been their too-early portion. But they
— a regular out-pensioner of Bedlam. grasped their youth with clinging
It was time to go, the men said, and we laughter to the
fingers, lifting faces of
had only just glimpsed the strenuous sky. As we climbed back reluctantly
small boys at the Giant's Stride, the to the shiny cars, a voice was uplifted
vigorous game of basket-ball going on in upbraiding, an irate father seeking
among the young men in their late an errant son who should have been
teens, and the pretty grouping of the "by de house". This aspect of the
older girls in the circle of Dodge-ball. Playgrounds story is further illustrated
It was later, I think, away from the in the following note, received by the
clamant momentan,- human interests, Supervisor:
that the deeper meaning of it partly De.\r Sir, —
came upon me. Strathcona grounds I would
like you to put out the swings of
are in the middle of a medle}^ of the Strathcona School-yard. Because on
nations. Muscovites and Swedes, Saturday there was made a great danger.
Lithuanians and Ruthenians, Polacks
A child was pretty nearly killed, and if the
two Doctors wouldn't been called, the child
and Israelites swarm on its borders would been died.
until twelve tribes or more. The irre- There are some Ladies which are want to
pressible Celt and the dominant Saxon put the swings out too. (Here follow names
and addresses of Doctors and Ladies.) And
and sturdy John Canuck contribute of please be kind to put the swings out, because
their qualities. And first there is a no one can ksep the children in th: house
wonderful fusion taking place with locked up.
the play-interest, the common denomi- As we whirled down Burrows Avenue,
nator. The older brothers and sisters wide and smooth and straightly paved
come in the evening from their factories as a certain Scriptural highway, Mr.
or their early sharing of the endless Hadcock expounded the ultimate aim
woman's life, shoulders straighten, of thismovement. Mr. Hadcock is the
faces brighten, and team against team, Director of Physical Education and
school against school, esprit de corps Welfare at the Young Men's Christian
is created, team-work, which is certain Association, and the Playgrounds Com-
to have a great moral effect, not only mission, casting about this year for a
upon the minds of the players, but, General Supervisor, fell upon him in his
incidentally, upon the politics of the energy^ and cheerfulness, and bore him,
future. What caught most at the with his youth and ideals and practical
heart of me as I stood for the first time experience to a place on the Commis-
among that Xorth End pentecostal sion and gave into his hands the Play-
246 THE CITY THAT PLAYS WITH THE CHILDREN
grounds Keys. And the length of left. A mite of six in a blue pinafore
Burrows Avenue we listened to a plan wandered one afternoon around the
where everything was conslructive — grounds, a bundle in her careful arms.
there is your word for it all, play and The director thought idly she had a
team-spirit and physical uplift and fun bundle of rags for a doll, as wee girls do.
and development, constructive.
all But, as Blue Pinny joined in some of
Pauperism is inactivity, disease is low the games, she always held the bundle
vitality, tuberculosis lack of lung close. Finally she was noticed climb-
capacity, police force result of idle man, ing with extreme difficulty up the
idle man result of bov not trained to ladder to the slide. The director, going
DAPPLED WITH SUN AND SHADE, THE SANDPILE SHELTERS DAUGHTER OF JACOB, SON OF SHEM
AND COLD-NOSED TERRIER IMPARTIALLY
activity. And so he went on through then to see for herself, gasped to find
insanity and vice and the life of the within the swaddling tatters, the grave
delinquent, negative instead of positive, puckered face of a three-weeks' old
We laughed a little at him with his infant, blinking at her and the light.
Playgrounds so universal a remedy, but So do babies fare in the Little Countries
it was only a teasing, kindly laughter. in our North End, and such is the coax
He was too earnest over it all, and there of the playgrounds for Blue-Pinnies of
was his "documentary evidence" at six.
eleven points. And on the heels of our Because the prairie was wide, dis-
fleeing laughter came a story big with tances are very long in Winnipeg, and
beautiful witness to his claim. There miles of streets fell behind between
was a boy in the North End who had playgrounds, and, as the dusk deep-
been at three different times in a ened, Mr. Daniel Mclntyre spoke as one
Detention Home. His restlessness having an added revelation. " Note,
seeking a legitimate outlet, he went to Madam," he said, with an academic
the Director of one of the Playgrounds, courtesy, "note the streets near the
and said in his own way, "Here, put play-grounds, how empty they are of
me in something, give me lots to do," children. And note again the more
and the director, wise in his generation, populated streets remote from the
made him head of his team, and through play-centres." It was so. It was
the summer evenings he fought for eloquently so. All the child-life, all
himself and was winning then. Con- the big-boy-and-girl-life, all the play
structive, —
it is a good word, meaning- and activity had been simply scooped
ful, prophetic. up from the possibly harmful streets of
the city and poured into play-grounds
Then there was the Youngest Mem- with supervisors to direct and control it
ber. This was told me at Strathcona all to a final "constructive" good.
by the amused girl director before we The paved streets having elicited
NAN MOULTON 247
kind comment, the Controller was ences. Games all around were pro-
stirred to much statistics, from which gressing feverishly till the daylight
brambly thicket he was diverted by a quite blurred into dark. Work and
discussion of social service, to which training were showing results, play was
the Street Commissioner contributed a keen and eager for time was short.
tale of last winter, when a crowd of The big girls were at basket-ball and
men from the coffee-house received a the big boys at playground ball, the
ration of civic shovels to enable them to whistles of the umpires shrilling across
earn a day's wage removing the civic the dusk, the strenuosity of the ap-
snow, and one unhallowed mendicant proaching Playfest upon them all. As
promptly sold his shovel and bought the last enthusiasts dropped away
that productive of a quicker paradise. down the curve of streets, the janitor
And thus we came back to the lights of locked up the balls and bats, an unbe-
Main Street and its jaggedy sky-line lievably big pinky-gold moon climbed
high against the amber afterglow. suddenly above the tree-tops along the
quiet Red, and the all-at-once tired and
It was towards the ripe end of wilted little director with the dust of
August when the shortening evenings that last ardent game of basket-ball
drop suddenly to dark that I belatedly on her blue cotton frock, went out
reached Norquay Grounds at the end beyond the shadows to a neglected
of Euclid Avenue. Mothers who had supper. Next day the Playfest was on.
sat and sewed or watched, chins in the
cup of tired hands, were gathering the It lasted two weeks, that Playfest.
smaller reluctant kiddies from their There had been from the beginning a
stories and their game of Sleeping Prin- competitive plan of sport by which all
cess that they adored. They were matches were played on a weekly
Jews here mostly. And, at first, race schedule, the daily bulletins recording
antagonisms had been apparent. You the champions of each day. So that
know how it goes: only those who had won the right took
part in the inter-playground matches
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
of the Playfest weeks. Over five hun-
Little Turk or Japanee, dred teams took part in the fourteen
O, don't you wish that you were me? tournaments that narrowed down the
events of the Final Day at the Horse
The class spirit soon developed and Show Amphitheatre. There were A,
blotted out all that. And the rules of B, C and D Classes, boys and girls, the
the game had also been learned after placing being done according to weight.
much travail with tongues and impati- Ever\^ playground had a team in every
248 THE CITY THAT PLAYS WITH THE CHILDREN
classand in every game. A's played in increased. There are sanitary and
the afternoon, B, C and D at night. moral aspects to all this, but there is a
There were contests in Swimming, splendid climax to the swimming side
Basket-ball, Playground Ball, Volley of the Playgrounds, too. It is not
Ball, Dodge Ball and Athletics. Each often that bread upon the waters comes
win scored so many points. Each back so quickly and convincingly.
member of the finally triumphant team Little Freddy Fryer, a six-year-old,
got " a ribbon to wear in his coat," and went to play with two chums in a boat
the Playground scoring the highest on the Red River, the boat being tied
total in points carried off the coveted to the shore at the end of Gomez Street
banner. by a long rope. Suddenly one of the
First came the swimming and diving boys pushed the boat and Freddy
competitions. It is only recently that Fryer went head over little heels into
Winnipeg boys have had much chance the turbid water. Jack Crawford,
to learn swimming. Our rivers are aged ten, eyes half shut against the
unsafe and there are open sewers. If sun's shining, saw Freddy in the water
the small boy does bathe in any brown and shouted at two men lying on the
river within the City limits, the police- bank. First man rushed in knee-deep,
man is apt to appear and carry off his then realized he could not swim.
scrappy shirt and trousers while he Second man sullenly realized the same
runs naked and vocal along the slimy fact without rushing in. A month,
clay. But now there are three swim- before. Jack Crawford could not swim
ming tanks in the city, all of them small either. But he was a playgrounds boy
— the number utterly inadequate —
but and he had been one of the towel
the beginning of better things, for great brigade at The All People's Mission
plans are being made for next year. tank on Sutherland Avenue. So his
One swimming tank is in the Young Eton collar flew one way and his boots
Men's Christian Association, and one another and he dived and caught
in each of the Stella and Sutherland Freddy Fryer by his very wet and not
Avenue Missions. These tanks were very long hair and brought him ashore.
secured by the Playgrounds Com- The City will make him a suitable
mission for the boys. I did not see the presentation and secure him a medal
contests nor the preparatory practice, from the Royal Humane Society. And
but I heard of layers of boys with towels the Playgrounds Commission has a
ranged around the steps of the in- quick, courageous deed of one boy and
stitutes and overflowing into the streets a life saved to another boy to add to its
and of the clamor inside as the enjoy- tangible results.
ment of the boys in the basement That Playfest coaxed me, as well as
!
Blue Pinny, away from office and home small boy got hung up at the end of a
while it lasted. It was on a very hot teeter high in air. " Want t' git
Saturday that I followed long straight down?" barked a shghtly bigger sister,
streets westward past the cathedral of as she held down the other end. "Well, .
a foreign faith, through a region of odd git down." And he slid whimpering to
little trades and crafts, with episodic safety with no womanly solace for his
blocks of houses, and once a smoochy dark hour. He was a 'fraidy, though,
baby curled asleep on a boulevard, for, later, I saw him descending the
among an unmistakable Little Israel, slide w4th two cautious hands holdin g
where a Titian-haired Jewess pushed the sides. Now, what fun, I ask you,
the cart of a paler-hued child, where can you get from a thrilly slide liolding
hard-bit men talked on comers and on?
hard-faced unbelted women sat on The Strathcona A girls were waiting
steps in a patch of shade, while Hebraic for the Exhibition A's, arrived who
characters twisted above the shop- slowly. But when Long
Ball finally
doors and over the dusty windows, swung onto the stage, the listlessness of
speUing commerce of a sort, then a even a sultr\^ day roused to amazing
patch-work of signs of other nations, animation. A group of boys hovered
and more houses taiUng off through on the edge of things, big, shambling
strangely quiet and empty zones to the boys who slipped among the buildings
Exhibition Grounds. when approached, and lithe, impudent
The pulse of the big Fair stilled, the boys who swung on telephone wires
movement of crowds over, one felt — exchanging persiflage, or sat on perilous
somehow that to step softly were an cornices high against heaven shouting
act of grace, until the Playgrounds approval or derision at the contestants.
reached, brought a relieving sense of "Go Cotton-Top," cheered on a
it,
life. It was not at first as vibrant a life Swedish A
at the bat. " Come, baby,
as usual, for the day was hot and still come to de Healt' Inspector," mock-
and little, listless, detached groups sat ingly greeted a base runner hit by the
on the edge of the walks under the big soft ball. " Is bad, that boy,"
trees. The slide was fairly well patron- pointed out a virtuous female of four
ized, the impelUng force there coming to her neighbor of equal antiquity.
mostly from M-ithout and below, the "Is not," loyally defended said neigh-
tug of the earth's eternal gravity. A bor. " Is my brother. My mother
piquant Httle daughter of Jacob, all lets him climb where he wants." "Will
pink stockings and pinker bows and fall," insisted Virtue. "Will not,"
all-day-sucker, frisked most persist- maintained Loyalty.
ently down the slide. A
tow-headed Now I want vou to meet Bessie
' —
250 THE CITY THAT PLAYS WITH THE CHILDREN
Migicovosky, Russian Jewess, late from the air, their eloquence went into
Odessa, in Grade Four already, but, to space. And Argyle lost. The young
her chagrin, put into Class A, being director came up the steps to prepare
only fifty-six pounds avoirdupois. forDodge Ball, and the girls crowded
Bessie had blue ribbons and a red plaid around him with little cooing sentences
gown and white stockings, and a and comforting pats on his sweater
heated, eager, little face with brown- shoulders. One girl, her English very
brushed dark hair astray over her prettily broken, eyes like a bee, and
temples. When I noticed her she was with a soft glory of hair, had been
dancing on her toes with excitement, explaining things to me. Now
she
two pricking thumbs rubbing electric- turned swiftly to the momentarily
ally at her waist-line, and catching her clouded face of the director. " Never
breath mostly by good luck. " Why mind, we win to-night," she assured
don't you sit down in the shade, Child?" him, swift with womanly sympathy for
I admonished her. " It iss my shtrikes, '
ness of the director, likewise the wis- grieves. In a pause for breath. Miss
dom of the rule, which he had either Logan me of a little German girl,
tells
not knoTiv-n or had forgotten. But a listless among her fellows, who one day
man and his pipe are not easily parted. brightened into animation at the sing-
And Controller Waugh very shortly ing of "The Sleeping Princess". She
reaUy had to see a man outside the knew it, she said, she had played it in
playgrounds. Germany, but she coiild not sing it in
Next afternoon the prophecy of the English. "Sing it in German," said
ominous sun of the evening before was Miss Logan. And she danced happily
in a day of mirk and wind,
fulfilled through the game, joined to her kind
when the Aberdeens faced the Nor- again. There is another comiecting
quays across the Volley Ball net, facing link, 3'^ou see, the folk songs and dances.
also a half-solid curtain of flying sand. The little foreign children do the folk-
But sand and wind and mirk are negli- dances best, they being part of their old
gible quantities when Playfest is near- life in the old land. Then Miss Logan
ing the final day. The Aberdeens won turned to assemble her crowd again for
the banner last year and are trying to the Town-TeUer, while Bessie Migicovo-
live up to the 1909 traditions. So the sky, still winning, danced up on her
players go at it and at it go the rooters toes, thumbs pricking at her waist-line,
— C girls, if you please. When, at all in blue this time, all in blue and
half-time sides changed, " Let's change wind-blo\sTi,danced up and hailed me.
sides, too, to yell," gasped a graceful "I can do it," she stated breathlessly,
young girl with a mop of old-gold hair "I can do that Tattle-Teller lovilee."
afloat on the north wind. And they It is Italian, I think, that Town-Teller,
changed. And yeUed. Let no one so pretty and quaint in its figures, its
think they did not yell. As the game bent bodies and snapping fingers. " See
grew keener and the rooters more vehe- that!" and Miss Logan pointed to the
ment, the outer circle of on-lookers ladders pivoted at arm's length above
swelled beyond comfort, until primitive the ground, from which dangled vari-
passions, nearer the surface perhaps on ously-clad legs teetering in the newer
this raw day of scrapy wind, were fashion, " that is the greatest straight-
roused, and some small people near me ener of backs since physical exercise
fought momentarily tooth and nail and came into its own. And just see what
hair for position. "Have conduct!" that Giant's Stride is doing to those
remonstrated a soft Cork accent, and little Galicians!" I looked and there
an older lad sorted out the constituent they were, soggy little faces and wincey-
parts of the tangle as one having hidden bodies and hea\'y wadded feet,
authority. but learning activity and a sober sort of
On this day I met the Lady who joy. "That is what they need," and
teaches the youth of Winnipeg the Miss Logan again took up her tale, " to
dance and its consequent graces of life. be roused and quickened to the life of
"The Sleeping Princess," a German our own^, vivid children." And then
folk-song and dance, was being prac- she was lost again in a mob of clamoring
tised in a sheltered comer where I had children, and I got mixed into the shrill
fled to reassemble myself. " Now, you excitement of A boys at Dodge Ball,
may be the Prince," "And you, the wherein an Israelite in whom abode
Princess," "And you, the Wicked much guile, did queer things to his
Fairy," "But the Wicked Fairy must body that even a devious Dodge Ball
have her head covered." In a trice an could not follow, and so snatched
infant in a push-cart is separated from triumph from the flying dust for his
her warm shawl to make a Wicked adoring team.
Fairy. The infant howls, but the pre- Before that final Saturday, hear the
paration goes on. "Oh, I like this," brief history of thismovement, for I
gurgles a singing and tripping damsel. am have told it all tumbleways
afraid I
Only one maiden is sorrowful. She is as it came to me. Somewhere here I
just one of the many in the circle. buttonholed a man who assumed the
"And I wanted to be something." she comfortable attituie. "Sit d")vi ail
252 THE Cn\Y THAT PLAYS WITH THE CHILDREN
I'll tell ye the whole story." Following several —
unknown were spangled over
that first suggestion of Mr. Waugh's heaving chests, and the last reluctant
in the Parks Board report, were Dr. groups cheered for everybody and then
Fisher's addresses under Y. M. C. A. cheered for everybody else until the
auspices, the formation of the Mothers' band played them finally out into the
Association with the object of solving night.
the problems of the boy, and the in- The voices of the directors had grown
auguration by this Association of one hoarse now, and their nerves were like
trial playground at the Central School teachers' nerves on examination day.
in 1907. After Mr. Leo Hanmer, Mr. Hadcock armed himself with a
Secretary of the American Playgrounds megaphone of Homeric proportions to
Association, spoke to different Winni- match the dimensions of the Forum,
peg audiences, a Winnipeg Playgrounds and if you kept your ear to that mega-
Association was formed. In 1909, the phone up on a sort of hurricane deck
charter of the City of Winnipeg was all went well. Heralds affected lesser
amended by a section authorizing the megaphones which they used indis-
purchase of land for public playgrounds, criminately to announce results, to
and by a second section giving the direct a game, or to shoo zealous
Council power to pass a by-law ap- children back to their lawful seats.
pointing a commission to administer For production of varied noises to
the public playgrounds of the city. the cubic inch of lung, Mulvey girls and
As Controller Waugh was the member Machray boys had the rest beaten to a
of the Council who had pushed along frazzle. It was at night that things
this legislation,he was appointed grew epic. Out on the ground every
Chairman the Commission. That
of sort of game in keen contest, above the
year $4,000.00 was spent in equipment band playing something that went
for six grounds. This year, the appro- ''yip!" every few bars, while Mulvey
priation was increased to 18,000.00, and Machray and all the lesser voices
and five more grounds equipped. Be- swung for a moment together on that
sides the Chairman, the Commission is inspiring ''yip!" in one wild note of
composed of another member from the ecstasy, all around team-cries, groans
Council, two members from the Parks of despair, blades of sarcasm or shouts
Board, two from the School Board, two of approval. Yet, through the high
from the Playgrounds Association, and hysterical temper of the hour every-
other members representing general thing marched in perfect order. Bessie
educational interests, the Supervisor —
Migicovosky was there finer almost
and the Secretary. Mrs. Dick is the than ever, more breathless almost than
only lady on the Commission, and ever, thumbs electric at her waist-line,
represents the Playgrounds Associa- spinning on her toes, and her team won
tion. There are eleven directors and at Long Ball, and I pinned a glorious
an equal number of lady directors. purple ribbon on a panting little
And here is Saturday at the Amphi- Jewess from Odessa, for once silent
the-a-tre, as they mostly called it. from sheer rapture and no more gods to
From an infinitude of details had been propitiate. And Temperament was
evolved an apparently perfect plan of there with his family satellites, every
attack on a big day's sport. All after- freckle beamy with a separate brown
noon and evening, in the big, gaily- joy. "Well, Badling," I asked him,
draped Horse Show Building, its en- "do you know what you want?" "I
closure all white geometrical figures want Central to win," he answered,
like a succession of propositions from quickly and staunchly, his eyes on the
Euclid, its sides lined with palpitating Central basket-ball boys. And, do you
and sympathizing maturity, all after- know, they did win. Central won the
noon and evening, several events banner for the most points in the whole
transpired at the same time without Playfest. And Controller Waugh was
confusion, and followed each the other there, his Scotch granite just polished
in due order at schedule time, until with shining satisfaction. And the sup-
ribbons of every known color and— porters were there. For the last time,
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hear them! "Bully fer j-ouse!" "Is their team, for their opposing team's
she 'sleep?" "Take him off, he can't good play, for their directors again and
play marbles," " Tha-a-t's ketchin', again, for their supervisors as they
tha-a-t's a-playin' 'em!" cut across by carry them on their shoulders. That
the chant, " Up the river, down the was good for them, good for the boys
river,swim, swim, s^\-im. The Mulveys, themselves. So, cheering and laughing
the Mulveys always sure to win!" and and beribboned they begin to go out
then renewed, " Looka the face o' that under the shine of the stars, then go
kid!" "This is the way he runs," ^a — slowly and more qviietly, some warm
bow-legged illustration. And the Lady close joy slipping until another year
of the Dance was there. That was from more or less meagre lives — ^it was
when ever}'thing else waited and the not articulate in their speech nor
cries were all stilled, while the band definite in their thoughts, only stirring
played in patriotically and softly, that vaguely within their consciousness
great building full of girls of all kindreds but the feet linger and the eyes look
and nations and tribes and tongues, in back, tumiiltuous girls and adventur-
one hand the Union Jack, in the other ous youths and shriU youngsters and
the Canadian Ensign, and for a freckled Temperaments, the feet go
moment, something stung at the back slowly and the eyes look back. Then
of my eyes, something stung at the the lights go out and the cars come up
back of many more eyes than mine at and small heads droop and the last
the meaning of those flags in those seeking hand clutches the glowing
foreign hands, —
and the music swelled ribbon of victor}^ and the big doors
and the small boys hummed, and the shut.
flag drill wove its colors across the big One moment, Mr. and Lady Reader,
lit spaces and its lesson into hearts, and if you have not all slipped away and
then the quaint Town-Teller passed left me, like the long-sermoned parson,
along and the Sleeping Princess ringed to lock the door and put the key under
and carolled to the usual happy finale. the mat myself. Just glance back a
Then the lively fanfare was on again. moment and see the Sign- Posts point-
Backward and forward the winged ing to definite results and values of the
words. Sharp on the air the shrill Winnipeg Playgrounds. The physical
cries. Hot on the game new relays of uplift, the quickened the roused
spirits,
strong and graceful bodies. Among minds, the saner attitude, the fusion
the older, tireder folk, a measure of of race and class, the splendid esprit de
magic malt had raised the spirits and corps, the Detention Home boy helped
quickened the pulses and filled the eyes to find himself, the life saved, the busy-
with light. The whole brimming ness that eliminates harmful influences,
Amphitheatre swayed susceptible to the links between nations, the whole
the vibrations of the Playfest nerves, constructive value in life and character,
to the chase of Victory. It was much the lonely young folk helped to glad-
of a Frisk, but it was more than a Frisk. ness. It is well, you say. That is
Hear the boys cheering! Cheering for enough, then. // is well.
The Abducted Bride
By Emerson Hough
Author of "The Mississippi Bubble" "The Sowing," etc.
N
bulldog pipe to the other corner of his
Ware, discontentedly. "Abso- mouth, "tourists ain't bad. They all
lutely nothing happens but eat, and they all hire horses; and we
tourists. Look at 'em! And adjust the penalties for such loose
me that was an American once." habits. The boys sold two tons of
He sat in front of the King Edward grub to that Bavarian prince yesterday,
livery barns at Barth, not far from the and he'll have to hire forty horses of us
Royal Edward Hotel of Barth, which, to get the grub out into the mountains
as all men know, is situated near — maybe forty more to get back to
Edward's Peak, deep in the Canadian town again."
Rockies. His moody eye turned from "Oh, that's all right," said Runt
the disembarking multitude of the Ware, vaguely.
multi-clad and fell upon a stable boy They smoked on for a time and
engaged in combing out the tails of four watched the boy curry the cream-
cream-colored horses whose like did not colored horses, but after a time Billy
exist in all Canada in respect of stateli- resumed: "Now, look here. Runt, the
ness, fatness and fitness to officiate way you talk doesn't make any sort of
upon important public occasions. Mr. hit with me. Unless you want King
Ware's remarks, however, were not George's job, I don't know how you
addressed to the stable boy, but to his can expect to do any better than we
associate, partner and friend, Billy have here. You're captain of the base-
—
Hardy who, with him, owned a large ball nine, and I run the polo team.
portion of the circumjacent landscape, We've bought the town a new red fire-
and the appurtenances, easements, etc. engine. We've got stock in the King
254
Edward hotel, and the
Queen Victoria water-
works, Queen
and the
Anne rum-works, and
about ever\'-thing else.
We two fellows
com e pre t ty
near being the
entire resident
population
here, besides
all the leading
citizens.
"Who
hands out
the ad-
dress of
welcome
when the
prime
minister comes? Us. Who receives By he meant the annual encamp-
this
the princes and potentates and ment Royal Light Horse, in
of the
crowned heads? Why, us! And yet which body he held the dignified posi-
you sit there studying up for Hamlet!" tion of lieutenant.
first
" Bar Harbor!" said Runt, his chin in " I think
I'll start on over to the
hishand and his eyes far away. " Rye camp to-night," he went on. "The new
Beach! All those places back home! station agent down here is Scotch,
They're just moving in there now." fresh over, and I can't talk to him
"Yes, and Cissie Ann Taylor " without a dictionary, so I'll go down
His partner turned upon him a cold now and see about my
luggitch. Of
blue eye. " You may cut all that out, course you remember that in a couple
Billy," said he. "I don't propose to of weeks the Governor of Alberta, Sir
stand any talk about it." Alfred, is coming to Earth on a visit.
They sat moodily staring out at the You'll find the address of welcome all
mountains until finally Mr. W^are arose written out, and under the seltzer
and stretched his shoulders. "At bottle on the table down at the bunga-
least," said he, "a fellow can maybe low. If anything happens to me so
get busy down at the Manoeuvres." that I don't get back on time, why, you
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see that the big barouche and the cream the Royal Edward, nor even the diffi-
colored four-horse team are down at the culty of facing many eyes in the highly
station. Send the new English coach- gilded dining-room and the highly
man. Tell that Irish clerk at the hotel polished corridors. The trouble in her
that Sir Alfred's to have the bridal soul existed over the fact that this town
chamber and the run of the house, with was the dwelling place of one Frederick
twenty off on all the billiards he William Ware.
plays." Oh, it had all happened long ago,
"Yes," said Billy, "I stay at home four years ago. They had parted for-
and do the work, while you go out and ever. Cissie Ann almost wished that
drown your sorrows!" she had not bought with her own per-
" An duty to his command,"
officer's sonal pin money that section of farming
replied Runt, drawing himself up, lands in the far Northwest which she
stiffly, "is something which a gentle- and Auntie Mary had come out to
man cannot forget! It's true our old investigate. In one corner of her soul
Major may get to stepping high and she admitted that when she found her
infrequent. He usually does; but it's investment, and did not find Frederick
my duty to the British Empire, in my William Ware standing at the edge of it
capacity as Adjutant, to see that the to welcome her, she had experienced a
camp is run with due decorum and full distinct sense of disappointment.
reference to our glorious regimental Neither did Frederick William Ware
traditions." render himself visible now. Not that
II. she would look at him if he were visible.
CissiE Ann Taylorought not to Cissie Ann sat down alone on the edge
have been at Barth alone. Especially of the bed in-her room, surrounded by
ought not she to have been alone at the highly respectable travelling bags. Her
Royal Edward Hotel. There should be hat was tied under her chin with a wide
a law against all appearances of Cissie gray veil. Her gray travelling gown
Anns alone and unattended at popular was a miracle of unwrinkledness. Her
resorts. They should be debarred small foot, tapping impatiently on the
from transcontinental railway trips in floor, was likewise a miracle of neatness
the summer time, even with Auntie in its patent leather boot. She raised
Marys. Because, they constitute a her eyes and gazed at an exceedingly
menace to public safety. fetching figure in the glass opposite.
Cissie Ann, plus Auntie Mary, would She adjusted the bow of her veil,
have been different. None knew this smoothed down her frock. Then, all at
better than Cissie Ann herself. But once, as she did these things, she
Auntie Mary, busy photographing observed with surprise that the young
Indians at the junction point, east of lady in the glass had two large tears on
Barth, had lost her train! What was her cheek; then two more.
worse, in her fright and flurry at seeing Cissie Ann, alone, in an embarrassing
her own train roll out she had, with situation, sat down and wept. It was
great presence of mind, taken a flying not for the loss of Auntie Mary it was
;
leap on board the next train to roll in. not for this embarrassment to herself.
This happened to be going down over It was for the sake of the world, this
the Crow's Nest Railroad. If Auntie great, desolate, cold-hearted, busy
Mary and Cissie Ann had great good world, into which men sometimes
fortune, they might possibly get in disappear.
telegraphic communication within the Time passed, and Frederick William
next week. If their good fortune con- Ware, being three times called in the
tinued, Auntie Mary might get around open court of Cissie Ann's heart, came
to Barth by way of Hawaii and the not. She wondered whether or not he
Aleutian Islands some time next year. lived in a single room, all by himself.
For once in her self-reliant life, Cissie She wished that she might gaze therein,
Ann was troubled. undetected, hoping to find him living
It was not so much the necessity of in Spartan simplicity, with no adorn-
registering alone and unchaperoned at ments upon the wall save one picture
,
DISCONTENTEDLY-
costumes, each selected according to a sheer drop-
the notion of its wearer as to fitness in off lies upon the other. It hap-
the "colonies". pened that at the very time Cissie Ann
And then and there arose a vast wave approached this portion of the trail,
•jf feminine hatred and bitterness going up, there also approached it,
against Cissie Ann. The entire femi- coming down, a florid ex-major of the
nine bosom at the Royal Edward English Army, who rode as though he
demanded, Where is that girl's had belonged to the Navy. Cissie Ann
chaperon?" called out, but her voice was not
was a perfectly legitimate and
It heeded. The Major, transfixed by the
proper question. But how could sudden sightof her exceeding loveliness,
Cissie Ann have answered it? By this continued to ride on, down to the nar-
time Auntie Mar\' was somewhere rowest portion of the trail, gazing at
—
towards Crow's Xest far, far away. her with a stony stare. All at once
In truth, not even the next morning's Cissie Ann found herself in a situation
train brought Auntie Mary nor any where she could go neither backward
word What is a girl to do who
of her. nor forward. Neither could the Major
finds herself thus situated ? Obviously go backward or forward. Finding this
she should send out a tracer for Auntie to be the case, he ver\' sensibly re-
Man.-; and then order a saddle-horse marked, "God bless my soul!" All
for herself. the assorted men lower down the trail
Now, if in her evening garb, Cissie also remarked, "God bless my soul!"
Ann had been bewildering, in her cross- None did anything further.
addle riding turnout she was madden- "Get down, sir!" commanded Cissie
ug. As she passed up the mountain Ann to the Major of the Navy. The
rail she was followed by a long train latter dismounted, gasping. " Come
•i maudlin, gibbering imbeciles; all on down, now! Get inside. Let your
lating each other, all moody, and all horse take the edge."
vith eyes firmly fixed ahead. In the The Major obeyed. His horse
-oul of each of these, from Lord
Ellmore crowded him against the rock wall,
Wiltonhaye to Count Adolph, the both grunting exceedingly. " God
Bavarian prince, there was implanted a bless my soul!" said the Major again.
resolution to save this helpless girl's life "God bl ouch!" The horse had
in case any emergency should arise. stepped on his 'foot. Wild bv reason
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258 THE ABDUCTED BRIDE
of the heavy hand on its bit, it began to ing herself to forget. A boat ride on
plunge, began to crowd down upon the lake known as the Royal Louise, a
Cissie Ann. She, red in both her few miles distant in the biographical
cheeks, reined her own mount in close topography which surrounds this
against the rock wall. colonial resort, seemed to her to offer
"Let go of him!" she commanded, pastime. Since she pulled a very
her voice high. The Major obeyed. decent oar herself, and since her
Then Cissie Ann, gathering her mount chaperon was at Crow's Nest, far away,
in with the controlling power of a con- and there was no one else she knew,
centrated body which riders know and she went out alone.
horses know, waited until the fright- It need hardly be added that, mys-
ened cayuse came directly between her teriously conjured from the vasty
and the hand-rail. This rustic con- deep, there soon appeared about her
trivance creaked and cracked and solitary craft at varying distances, some
broke. The mad cayuse lost his fore- seventeen other boats, each holding a
feet over the edge, his hind-quarters man person bent upon saving the life of
still crushing back. It was then that Cissie Ann should any emergency arise.
Cissie Ann put out a little patent Perhaps Lord Wiltonhaye and Adolph,
leather foot and shoved at his project- the Bavarian prince, were closer than
ing hips with all her strength. Sud- any of the others. Cissie Ann endured
denly the horse went over and down this as long as she could, then folded
with a great smashing of jack pine far her sunshade in a roll of fluff and took
below. up her oars to pull back again. She
Everybody now remarked, with dif- was tired of men.
ferent intonations, " God bless my Perhaps some time you may have
soul!" Only the Major of the Navy seen some gentle, tender, silvery being
had presence of mind enough to ask if of the deep surrounded by a school of
Cissie Ann was hurt. devouring greater fishes. When this
" No," she answered, coolly. "You'd smaller creature is motionless, the
better ask that plug down there if he's others are motionless as well. When it
hurt." moves, they also move; watching,
" You don't mean to tell me he drawing near. Thus, as Cissie Arm
wouldn't be quite dead?" asked the started to pull ashore, all those other
Major. boats, variously propelled with clawing,
Cissie Ann raised her level brows. splashing, crabbing oars, also massed
" Do you think a little roll like that and followed after. And then and
would hurt a mountain horse?" she there it was that Adolph, the Bavarian
asked with contempt. This view of cavalry prince, rammed amidships the
the matter had not presented itself to British Navy, as represented by Lord
any of the others, yet, as they peered \Mltonhaye.
over, they discovered at a distance of Cissie Ann thought that everybody
something like half a mile straight could swim, even in ice water, and had
below, the missing cayuse, now eating no great mental perturbation over the
grass contentedly, enjoying more leis- vision of Adolph 's disappearing face,
ure than he had experienced for the last upturned mustaches and all. Neither
two months. The cavalcade now re- did the smothered " God bl
— — blub
turned down the hill. It was thus that blub " of Lord Wiltonhaye as he sank
Cissie Ann's life was saved seventeen— give her any real regrets. She did,
times. however, cease rowing for the time.
f
•
After this, all the ladies at the Royal At last, after a very decent interval,
Edward Inn called the young American two heads, one on each side of her boat,
girl a Forward Thing. arose from the icy depths — Count
the day following, Cissie Ann did
On Adolph, bald, hatless and goggle-eyed;
not present a figure of actual aggress- Lord Wiltonhaye, still monocled, and
iveness, but none the less she finally with pale and plastered hair.
resolved upon doing something con- " Ach-ha-roo-o-o-oosh!" remarked
crete and practical in the way of help- Adolph. Lord Wiltonhaye, far more
THIS IS LADY ALFRED. I BEG PARDON, MADAM, BUT WILL YOU PERMIT ME TO
SHAKE HANDS WITH MY OWN WIPE?"
formal and polite, casually began " God life was saved — another seventeen
bless," etc., etc. It was at that time times.
that a small yet nervous hand, sun- After this, instead of being a For-
burned and unhesitating, caught the ward Thing, Cissie Ann was merely a
owner of each of these expletives firmly Thing, tout court.
by the collar.
III.
"Here, you!" remarked Cissie Ann,
sternly, over her shoulder to the most It was
entirely natural that after the
intelligent looking of the nearby oars- breaking up of the annual encampment
men, " get into the bow of my boat and of the Royal Edward Light Horse,
row us in. Keep still, both of you I Lieutenant F. William Ware should
Don't tr\' to get in the boat. No. you take the train for home. It was ^\'ithin
—
don't" and she shook Lord Wilton- the bounds of reason also that he could
haye by the collar. recognize his own town when the train
Finally someone climbed upon the reached it; and quite supposable, as
front seat of Cissie Ann's boat; and the well, that he would recognize his own
marine procession slowly, but with carriage at the railway station—even
satisfactory- safeness, progressed to the vice-regal barouche with the four
9^hc,r,- Thus it was that Cissie Ann's cream-colored horses of state used upon
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260 THE ABDUCTED BRIDE
occasions of importance in his com- Q. M., saw to it that he did. None the
munity. It may be said, further, that less, the Quarter Master himself now
it was quite natural that Lieutenant F. was not gay. His heart was bowed
WilHam Ware should know that the down with weight of woe as he pondered
governor of the Province, Sir Alfred, certain things. Preoccupied, absorbed,
was not on that particular railway gazing straight ahead, he walked across
train where he belonged, but side- the station platform without noticing
tracked at the junction point far to the the new Scotch agent, and, clad in full
east, where at this current hour he was panoply as he was, with sword in hand
no doubt addressing four trainloads of — a very fitting figure of a Prime
Americans just coming in, and explain- Minister, as the new Scotch agent
ing to them what a beautiful thing it —
thought flung himself discontentedly
was to have a king and a royal family upon the soft cushions of the vice-regal
to furnish names for so much high-class barouche.
mountain scenery. No one at the The new English coachman, who did
junction, however, appeared to bethink not know a prime minister by sight any
himself to advise the reception com- better than the Scotch station agent,
mittee at Barth of this delay on the took this as a signal to drive up to the
part of Sir Alfred. Royal Edward Hotel; there being no
The new Scotch station agent at other place to which a Prime Minister,
Barth, in a blue funk at meeting what or anybody else, could by any possibil-
he supposed to be the Prime Minister ity go. Whereupon he gathered up the
of the Dominion, was in no condition to reins over the broad backs of the cream-
recognize even his own father, let alone colored team. The band methodically
Lieutenant F. William Ware dressed up struck up; the escort followed, horse
in the full resplendence of his Royal and foot; many unattached carriages
Light Horse uniform. Hence there as well.
was a little misunderstanding when "By Jove!" suddenly whispered the
Lieutenant F. William Ware descended moody occupant of the vice-regal
at Barth station and without hesitation carriage to himself.
started over toward the vice-regal " Get on to it They
!
"
barouche and the cream-colored team think I'm Sir Alfred !
of state it being really only his inten-
; The band laborious-
tion to have the state equipage taken to ly announced to the
the barns, since there was to be no use waiting populace that
for it this evening.
Lieutenant F. William Ware was, by
virtue of always appointed
fitness,
Quarter Master at the annual encamp-
ment of the Royal Light Horse. Also
he was by gen-
eral acclamation
chosen inspector
of rifle practice,
perpetual officer
of the day, mas-
ter of hounds,
archbishop of
tennis, and lord
high governor
of the golf.
Everybody at
the Manoeuvres
expected to
have a good
time, and Lieut.
F. WilHam Ware,
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EMERSOX HOUGH 261
the chief was now in triumph ad- read me my own address of welcome!"
vancing. Runt Ware sat in thought To escape this contingency, the
for one brief moment. Then he Prime Minister pushed his way up the
smiled sweetly to himself. He ad- steps and through the wide corridor.
justed his cap, pulled down the tunic Halted here midway by the crush, he
under his belt, arranged
his sash, essayed yet other heights of audacity.
draped the long cords
of his belt "My dear Lady M-m-m-m-m •" —
support across his chest, and rest- grasping the first hand he could find
ing one hand upon his sword hilt, the " I was so charmed to meet your
other in the bosom of his tunic, gazed husband." The Ontario school teacher
sternly ahead. in question had, as it chanced, never
Thus did this image of lese majeste had a husband, and drew back con-
progress along the street from the fused. The Prime Minister did not
station house, over the bridge across notice it, as he was at that time address-
the river, and up the incline to the front ing another dear Lady Something-or-
of the Royal Edward Inn, where waited other, telling her how much she was
a vast, expectant crowd, mostly made improved.
of tourists. The band blew valorously. Naturally, there ensued a great crush
Many 'kerchiefs waved. A
venturous with the affable dignitary. A certain
voice called for three cheers for Sir small and terrified person about this
Alfred. They were given with a will. time was caught in the crowd and swept
Whereupon, rising in the barouche, on in spite of her will toward the place
Sir Alfred, canying his head high, and where stood a figure and arose a voice
wearing a stern, official expression, exceedingly familiar to herself.
made a formal and dignified acknowl- Poor Cissie Ann! She was sadlv
edgment. elbowed and jostled that night. Which
It was in this somewhat extra- way she turned, she found not one
ordinary^ fashion that Runt Ware, or friendly face. Full of fright, now quite
F. W. Ware, or Frederick William out of hand, almost lost as to her self-
Ware, or Lieutenant F. William Ware, respect, her eyes piteous, her hair
alias Sir Alfred, now approached a tumbled, her gown crumpled, her face
certain person whom he had not seen full of the first fear she had ever known,
for four years. And they did not know she was slowly pushed toward the space
— ye gods of woe and luck, neither one where stood the owner of the voice she
of them knew ! knew; and thus
Xone the less, the Prime it was that Runt
M NOT YOUR
Ware, Prime
I
Minister's face was full of OWN wipe!"
repose as the crowd surged Minister, now
upon the steps of the to her excited
Royal Edward to greet vision indeed
him. Dowagers, spinsters, the prime min-
tourists, blocked the way. ister of her sal-
A Babel of tongues arose. vation, caught
Pushing through the crowd a 'glimpse of
came a body of men whom her.
he saw to be the reception Th e i r eyes
committee. "My God!" met. Neither
he muttered to himself, understood, nor
" What if thev should could either find
!
answered. " This is Lady Alfred, there. Minister, sternly. " I shall entertain
I beg pardon, madam, hut will "you no idle talk from my own wife!"
permit n:e to shake hands with my Silence. Then, " I'm not your own
wife?" wife."
Cissie Ann saw and heard! She saw "No? Then a lot of folks down
him turn to her now, color in his sun- there are mighty well fooled about it,
burned cheek, his head uncovered. He including myself. If you aren't, you're
pushed through and took her hand. going to be, and mighty quick —
I mean
The crowd fell back, troubled jolly well quick. Didn't you hear
astonished. To their extremest aston- — —
me er call you by er that name_— —
ishment they saw Sir Alfred and his down there in the hotel?"
lady proceed, not forward but down " Yes, I d-d-did. It was horrid of
the steps, into the vice-regal barouche you!"
Sudden fright arose. Consternation Silence for a long time, as the fat and
was expressed by many who guessed wheezing team climbed up the moun-
that perhaps Sir Alfred resented some tain slope. At length the Prime Min-
indignity to Lady Alfred, who, for some ister resumed: "Honestly, Cissie Ann,
unknown reason, had travelled on I was going to come back to the States
ahead incognita. The reception com- to see you. I was just going to start
mittee fought wildly to get through the day after to-morrow. You ask Billy."
crowd, the Chairman with an address Silence again, till his ancient grievance
of welcome in his hand. arose.
with Lady Alfred upon
Sir Alfred, "Oh, hang it, Cissie, you just never
the seat behind him, waved the driver would let men alone. You'd flirt with a
from the box, took up the reins himself, camel driver at a Wild West show if you
and rapidly tooled the cream-colored couldn't do any better. You'd wake
team out into the open air, into the high up a drunken sailor to smile in his face.
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EMERSON HOUGH 263
You"d flirt with a minister of the "Yes," said Runt, slowly and
Gospel, and make him forget his sacred solemnly, once more touching up the
" Yes. Lady Alfred, that's
office. From your French teacher lead team.
down to old Deacon Potter, that ran what brought us to this pass. I have
the grccer\- store, you just couldn't and been, much against my will, forced to
wouldn't let men alone. Now, what marry you to save your reputation!
was I to do ? I kept away from you for Woman, tell meh —
tell meh, what hope
come here now, not happy future after all that
four years. I
expected, and what do I see
— is there for a
has passed between us! Oh, dash it, —
"It isn't trueV The little figure on Cissie —
Ann what's the use I beg your —
the back seat stiffened. " On my pardon. But you knou-V
honor. Fred, I didn't. It's the only He turned about and climbed into
time in my life I didn't, but I didn't. the back seat. Their cheeks met as
Back there, at home. I just couldn't their arms clasped each other in the
Iie/p it. A girl's a girl. She can't help vice-regal barouche. Cissie Ann sobbed
it. I was going
to think a g-g-great freely. The Prime Minister gurgled in
deal of you. Fred, but 3*ou carried on his own throat.
so abominably with that Sally Currier —
"It was it was noble of you,"
from New. Orleans that — Oh, you have gasped Cissie Ann, finally.
" Madame, in honor, I could have
no heart at all ! And now look how
vou've situated me here. Your wife.' done no less!" said Runt Ware,
.My li'ord " She stole a look out of an
.'
solemnly.
eye-corner. "But I say," he looked up, "where
"Go
onl Duke. Get up! Prince." are we? What's become of the rail on
So spoke the unperturbed voice of the this embankment?"
Prime Minister, who was chuckling
still " Oh, that?" said Cissie
Ann, vaguely.
to himself. " Woman, you wrong meh " That's where that horse went down
I seemed to be gone on Sally, but the the other day. Look out, we might
truth —
the entire truth, Cissie Ann is — slip over, ourselves."
that it was my farewell performance. "/ shouldn't mind, now," said Runt
I knew that in a few months I was going Ware, happily.
to be Avhere I'd never have another
chance to look at another girl in all my When, how, or where the Prime
life —and never want one." "
Minister and his consort got down off
Silence for a time. Then, Did you the mountain is not of record, but it
that way, Fred?"
really feel apparently happened some time. Per-
"Of course I did! Didn't you hear haps the highly intelligent Jap, who
me sav it?" played shortstop for the baseball nine
"So did/." covered as well as possible the question
"Oh. you did? Well, now, as wife which for some time rent social Barth
of the Prime Minister of these colonies, asunder and filled the Colonial press
and a possible successor to the throne with bitter discussion.
of the British Empire no one can tell — " Whether and our honor-
Sir Alfred
what'U happen these days you've got
to cut all that out. I won't have it.
— able captain one and the same
are
persons is honorably permitted to
There's not a jealous hair in my head doubt; also whether our Captain was
but when I see another man talking to married to his \vife at time of reception
you I just get wild: Well. I won't to Sir Alfred, or day after same recep-
have it, that's all." tion. But it is not now permitted to
"
Nor I, either!" said Cissie Ann. " I doubt our Captain is east on wedding
won't have you carrying on with other journey with his honorable bride. The
girls. That''s what—what— broke it honorable Lady Mar}-, Auntie of same,
is not vet discovered also."
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Bristol: A
,11 IIH^ Jill
Itlllllllllill Commercial
nrriiimniuii
Revival
JI^)Vi\li
By Ernest Cawcroft
Illustrated with Photographs
as
BRISTOL the ancient as well
is
modern gate to the West of
the
J
England. The becoming
city is
i
THE OLD DUTCH HOUSE AT BRISTOL, CENTURIES
accruing from a sound geographical
position, coupled with the presence of
men, both in an ancient and this
modern day, whose personalities
OLD AND STILL AS SOLID AS WHEN THE
[corner-stone WAS LAID marked them as promoters of commer-
264
ERNEST CAWCROFT 265
cial progress. The town of the ancient that not indicate that this is to be to
Society of Merchant Venturers felt the an increasing degree the route of the
feet of Roman legions when London gasoline tourists? Trade follows the
was a handful of mud huts in an out-of- tourist; and it was with that thought
the-way marsh. The way that the in- in mind that a study of the revival and
vaders passed has pointed the route to development of the ancient Port of
the automobile Bristol is render-
tourist seeking ed opportune in
the glorious a day when one
andpictviresque commercial cen-
nooks of Dev- tre competes
onshire and with another by
Somerset. Bris- enlarging the
tol and Bristol- mechanical facil-
Hans take a par- ities for the in-
donable pride gress and exit of
in the fact that imports and ex-
their city is the ports.
largest in these But the his-
two historic torical interest
counties nor
; which attaches
are they undu- to Bristol's com-
ly boastful, in mercial position
the presence of need not be based
such age and upon the opera-
achievement, in tions of Romans
making it clear or their succes-
that as the con- sors. indeed
It is
querors sought a fact that the
the line of easi- city was given
est access, so in commercial pres-
this modern tige in the seven-
day the natural ALDERMAN H. W. TWIGGS. CHAIRMAN BRISTOL DOCKS
teenth centur\'
approach to CO.M .MISSION through the ships
Bristol by the Hardly a day passes that Mr. Twiggs does not show the docks and men which
to official investigators from the cities of
sea should in- Europe and America the citizens pro-
vite the consid- vided to meet
commerce.
eration of the captains of the Armada. The coming of the
The Bay that merited the thought of Armada precipitated the same emo-
the Roman Legions and the Estuary tions in the hearts and pockets of
which Napoleon mapped as one of Bristol merchants as did the ad-
the three points of strategic import- vance of the pirate Morgan in the
ance in any invasion of England for Moorish-tinted mansions of Old Pan-
the purpose of cutting London's ama City; and some measure of the
food supplies from the rear, is worthy known Avealth and acknowledged pat-
of attention in a day when the prob- riotism of Bristol in the seventeenth
lems of exportation and importa- century may be gleaned from the fact
tion are dependent upon the safety and that the British Admiralty expected
the natural capacity of cargo terminals. Bristollians to do more than any other
Is it not evident that if Napoleon's body of citizens in making provision
Marshals found in Bristol Channel the for the repulse of the Armada. The
natural way to London, does that not people of that city knew the Spanish
imply that modern commerce mav Armada was headed for their port be-
follow this same route in seeking the cause in those days it was the most
markets of the world's metropolis? accessible on the West Coast of Eng-
And if the Roman Legions built their land; and the wealth of its merchants
highways into and out of Bristol, does who had grown rich in the slaves and
;
the sugar plantations and sailing ships as well as historically reassuring, that
of the eighteenth century were the pre- out from the mouth of the St. Lawrence,
decessors of the Elder Dempster fleet of not far from the shores which Cabot
ships, which now carries Bristol society skirted, the Canadian Northern Steam-
to Kingston for the winter season and ships are sailing to carry Dominion
brings back the Jamaica bananas to cargoes to Bristol, and in turn to take
supply the markets of Europe in com- the body of emigrants that assemble in
petition with the United Fruit Com- that city to the wheatlands of the
pany, of Boston, Baltimore, New Canadian Northwest?
Orleans and Mobile. But the competi- But the day arrived when Bristol
tion of these English and American became the victim of its prosperity.
companies for the control of the pro- Waxing wealthy on Jamaica sugar
duction and exportation of the Jamaica estates tends to ruin the initiative of
banana to the markets of the world, is the succeeding generation; Bristollians
not the only historical or current factor were so rightly convinced that no Glas-
which connects the people of Bristol gow or Liverpool could deprive them of
with those of the United States by ties their mastery of the sailing squadrons
of sentimental and financial interest. of the world that it dulled their fore-
Let it be admitted as a fact of interest sight to such an extent that they failed
in connection with the commercial to comprehend the part that steam-
evolution of Bristol that the merchants ships were to play in determining the
had the same self-concern in tfie preser- fight for commercial supremacy. In
vation of the slavery system as did the the days of the sailing vessel, the
Cotton Kings of Savannah and Charles- capacious estuary and river which lead
ton. They fought the effort to free the to Bristol were sufficient to provide for
slaves in British possessions because harboring the ships and discharging
they honestly believed that it would their cargoes in the heart of the city;
deprive their sailing ships of those pro- one sees in the small brigs which now
ducts upon which they depended for land on the rivef quays adjacent to the
cargo, and which they sold to their city square, a surviving reminder of the
fellow citizens as food. They held to schooner traffic that entered the very
their conviction with the same sincerity heart of the town; but the modern
as those Cotton Kings of the South, inventory was not contented with small
who thought they perceived in the steam crafts, nor did the rising price of
coming emancipation of their slaves the coal encourage the propulsion of ships
ruination of their plantation and the of small tonnage, particularly when the
AVOSMOUTH LOCKS AN'D DOCKS
Railway lines, hydraulic cranes, twenty acres of shedding and all modem appliances make
unloading and loading sfa easy matter
increased expense of manning is in- trolled the water front and harbor
volved. Hence the day of the modern terminals, which were the keys to the
steamship arrived when the natural commercial life or death of Bristol.
terminals provided by Bristol were in- Thus the city became the victim of its
adequate. The abolition of slavery own prosperity; and Liverpool and
throughout Britain and the coming of Manchester were fortunate in their
the steamship were pivotal events with- inferiority because there were not
in the life of one generation; and these pocket-book interests to retard the
were the factors inducing the gradual necessary evolution of commercial faci-
stagnation and decline of Bristol as the lities and the organization of terminal
second port of the United Kingdom. conveniences. Liverpool, like a West-
Take your map of England for the ern city starting life with broad streets
purpose of comparing the natural and Pittsburg lights, needed no fire to
capaciousness of Bristol Channel with wipe out terminals and facilities of
the cities of the Thames, the Clyde, or manifest insufficiency; but Bristol,
the Mersey. Comparison shows the like some Eastern city, continued to
superiority of Bristol until the coming suffer from the persistent existence of
of the larger steamships demanding private interests which menaced the
artificially deepened harbors and common welfare. •
mechanical appliances of the highest But the day arrived when Bristol-
efficiency for the discharge of cargoes, Hans decided to revive Bristol. They
overcame the natural situation. The declared their intention to add modern
masters of the sailing craft were either conveniences to their naturallv capaci-
too rich to progress, or too poor to ous harbor facilities. If Liverpool
grow, just in that day when the steam- were in a position to construct miles
ship was making the foundations of of municipal docks, and Manchester
Liverpool and Manchester possible. It deemed it advisable to build a ship
must be borne in mind that the substi- canal for the purpose of being located
tution of the steamship for the schooner on the sea, the people of Bristol
meant the rapid abandonment of the reasoned that private interests should
latter and the complete reconstruction no longer retard their natural develop-
not only of the harbor but of the ter- ment.
minal facilities. When the steamship Hill, of the Great Northern,
James J.
was coming into vogue to make a Liver- isauthority for the statement that the
pool possible, private interests con- one way to solve the problem of freight
268
SPEKT THREE WEEKS IN' TOVRIN'G CANADA, WITH A VIEW TO ESTABLISHING
ENGLAND AND THE DOMINION
congestion is to provide adequate ter- Royal Edward, one of the most famous
minals for the cheap and speedy dis- municipal undertakings in the history
posal of cargoes. He even goes so far of the United Kingdom, and perhaps no
as to assert that the enormous sums better known wharf exists in the world.
which railroads and their steamship It has an entrance lock of 875 feet by
lines must spend in purchasing lands for 100 feet in ^\idth, and it has a depth of
terminals near the great centres of 46 feet. The water area of this dock is
population, will necessitate the govern- 30 acres. There is the Graving Dock
mental guarantee of railway bonds. with 914 feet of length, and then there
If the government must guarantee is the Portishead Dock, which was con-
these bonds, it must in turn have the structed in 1880 and later acquired by
right of foreclosure in event of their not the city. This dock adds 12 acres to
being paid; and when one couples the the water privileges of the system, and
remarks of Mr. Hill with the conclusions it will accommodate ships 450 feet in
found in the report just issued by Com- length. The total acreage of all the
missioner of Corporations Smith, bear- docks owned by the City of Bristol is
ing upon the terminal problem, he is 144, and the length of the quays exceed
convinced that the Aldermen of Bristol 9,000 yards, or some five miles in ex-
ere right in proceeding to the direct tent. Adjacent to these docks \\-ill be
instruction of municipal docks. A found over a quarter of million square
lew of the docks of the Avonmouth yards of shedding space, and the
1 strict is well worth the attention of granan.' already established makes
lose who know that the terminal provision for fifty thousand quarters of
"oblem bears a direct relation not only grain. A glance at the granite con-
the competitive freedom of traflfic
'
struction of these immense docks shows
ut to the price of food- stuffs. To-day that the work has been done with the
16 visitor will observe that two large same thoroughness and \\T.th that same
ocks lie on the Gloucestershire side of characteristic effort to assure their
le Avon ;one was constructed in 1877, stability for centuries, as marked the
nd it covers nineteen acres and it will building of the Devonshire and Somer-
'commodate vessels 475 feet in length. set Cathedrals. Not onlv do these
-ven years later it passed into the docks provide safe anchorage for the
ands of the city, and it was made the larger ships, beyond the possibility of
asis of effective dockage development. any oceanic storm, but the large cranes
)n Til >a ward dock lies the
side of this running over the adjacent railroad
269
270 BRISTOL: A COMMERCIAL REVIVAL
tracks indicate to commercial managers their supremacy as manufacturers and
that it is here possible to discharge exporters of wine, tobacco and choco-
their cargoes without such a terminal late; and when we add to these created
expense as may absorb the profit of a values the accruing advantages of
voyage. The holding of costly ships handling the exports and imports of the
for an undue time to discharge their United Kingdom in larger volume each
cargoes, involving the same unnecess- year, evident that Bristol is to re-
it is
ary increasing of the interest account assume the rightful place which it
on the investment, has proved to be the occupied in the commercial annals of
insurmountable objection in this case as the eighteenth century.
it did to the construction of a canal And this commercial revival has
providing for the slow passage of ocean given the people larger hope and
steamers through New York State to clearer vision. The city has again
the Great Lakes. It must be the con- become a cosmopolitan mart as it was
stant effort of cities that desire to in the days before unfriendly tariffs
increase their commerce, to so enlarge ruined the Jamaica sugar plantations.
their natural terminal facilities that not Seldom a day passes but what Alder-
only the expense of discharging cargo, man H. W. Twiggs, the devoted Chair-
but the interest on the ship while in man of Bristol's greatest enterprise,
port, may be reduced to a minimum. shows the docks to official investigators
We should not be backward about from the cities of Europe and America.
praising the invigorated initiative of a The event of the past year was the con-
city whose citizens will consent to the necting of Montreal and Bristol by
expenditure of twenty-five millions for means of the Canadian Northern steam-
improved docks. It is true that the ships; and now Bristollians look for-
expenditures for these docks have in- ward to the day when steamships will
creased the tax rate of Bristol; but the run from Bristol to all the principal
conclusion is equally sound that the ports of the Atlantic seaboard. And is
coming of a larger volume of commerce it not fair to assume that as commercial
through the Canadian Northern steam- leaders are attracted by the fame of
ships and the easier and cheaper expor- Bristol's docks, they will in turn not
tation of Bristol products, have not only seek to improve their own terminal
only followed in the wake of this facilities, but they will plan to connect
expenditure but they have stimulated the enlarged wharves of both nations
assessed valuations to such an extent by modernized steamers?
that the initial investment will be met Since the days of Cabot, the Society
thereby, even if it were not true that of Merchant Venturers has played a
the legitimate charges for the use of distinct part in the commercial and
these docks and storage facilities will historical upbuilding of Bristol. It has
meet the operative cost, and provide a encouraged navigators and sent them
sinking fund to pay the bonds. These over the Seven Seas; to-day it aids in
are facts of interest to those commer- sustaining a technical school with which
cial leaders of the United States and to train Bristol young men to compete
Canada, charged with the development in the markets of the world. But just
of municipal terminal facilities some- as the Merchant Venturers have played
what adequate to the handling of the and are playing a history making part,
exportable products produced on the the Chamber of Commerce at Bristol
fertile acres of the Prairie Provinces. seems to possess the New- World vigor
Thus, Bristol is coming into its own. and initiative of similar bodies in cities
The city has made provision for the of Western Canada. Twelve months
modern steamship and the captains are ago, Mr. Henry Riselev, a retired busi-
acknowledging the geographical ad- ness man, who is seeking to do some-
vantages of the ancient port, just as thing for his native city, went as a
they did in the days of the sailing delegate to the Conference at British
vessel. In the davs when foreign com- Chambers of Commerce, held at Syd-
merce disappeared from the inadequate ney, Australia; and during the latter
wharves, Bristollians did not forfeit part of the summer he headed a dele-
HONEST CONFESSION 271
Honest Confession
By Roy R. Bailey
-A-A-S, was something about the faithful, un-
Y
I
know dose compromising personality of the good
ekks are old German woman that flooded even
goot," and faded sayings with fresh color and
Mrs. Mueller's sharp significance.
old eyes snapped I was always glad when mother
as she said it. paused long enough in her morning
Yassir, Meester R-R- Robert! For I work to chat with old Mrs. Mueller; I
:now de hens what lay dem, jal" liked nothing better than to listen to
Shifting the empty basket on her their talk. They were so absolutely
rm, she drew her neat gray shawl different, in tradition, general makeup
loser about her eighty-three-year-old and training; yet they understood each
houlders and beamed at mother as if other so perfectly 'that their daily
er statement were anew and distinct exchanges of impressions and convic-
Lvelation. As, indeed, it was; for tions were among the brightest spots
hough our family had heard it almost in my vacation days. The good wo-
very morning for many years, there man turned to me and nodded again in
I
and pretty soon de door open quick. . such things be possible?' he say . .
und dot iss de Beeshop coming in. . and den I sees he was wrinkling
—
. .
You know him, Meester Bop—dot up back of de eyes all little funny
Beeshop?" krinkles like diss. Den I feels better
I had to smile at the unconscious pretty quick, und I laughs a little
mimicry that drew her gray eyebrows myself, too.
" 'Meester Beeshop,' I say, 'I am
down into laughable imitation of the
grim old Bishop's shaggy ones. It had poor old woman. Dot ekk-money —
been my fortune to know Bishop need it so much Hartly can I wait for
!
Mackenzie well, and to realize some- dot money bis de ekks dey are laid, yet
thing of the kindliness that softened, — how, den, can I wait till dey are
"
like a lining of velvet, the indomitable r-r-rotten?'
CULL
eas«ao««cr7ttootx; ^-s
tubes and bamboo and factory cotton. factory-cotton wings started to move.
Three wheels from a baby-carriage Peter gave a run, pushing the machine,
raised it from the ground and the frame and as the thing reached the drop in the
work amidships supported a small gaso- ground it rose, the wings supported and
lene motor. It was geared either to old Peter —
flew.
the axle or to what appeared to be two Fat Maria jumped up and down on
enormous wings. the ground for joy. I blinked and said
"Peter," I said, solemnly, " Peter, many powerful things. The machine
you aren't going to risk your neck in stayed up. For a whole minute it was
that thing." in the air, twenty feet above the
"You're a liar," he piped, cheerily, ground, swerving this way and that,
"
"Yes, but but flying nevertheless. Suddenly it
"Say!" he interrupted, "did you rose abruptly and just as suddenly fell
ever take the trouble to think what like a stone into the generous branches
it'd be like to fly? No, of course you of one of Peter's trees.
didn't. Did you ever want to ? No, of We fished him down with a step-
course you But I hev been The thing was wrecked.
thinkin' and
didn't.
thinkin' and I tell you — ladder.
Peter was silent. We walked back to
he began rolling up his sleeves just like the air-ship shed and sat down, he with
a young man going to do battle, "I his chin in his palms.
tell y' that's what fer I've this ma- " Hard on the tree," he observed,
chine." presently.
And he flew. He started the engine. Maria patted his shoulder and I
He threw over a wooden clutch-bar; waited.
and the wheels moved the thing out of "Too bad," he sighed, again, "but
the shed and out to the bi^w of the then," and he began to brush the
Kttle
was
hill. I noted that the ground sphnters from his coat, "but then —
soft. Suddenly he pulled another dunno. Maybe just 's well.
's Dunno
lever and with a fearful noise the as I'd like air-shippin* much. 'Sides
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;
couldn't take you, Maria. No, I back to the house and startin' t' git
wouldn't. You wouldn't know how to supper. We'll be along direckly."
save yourself, Maria. Then, again, it When she was safely out of hearing,
made me sea-sick." he turned to me.
Another long pause. Maria continued "Say!" he demanded. "How the
to^^pat his shoulder comfortingly. devil do them birds steer?"
ON Two
THIS,^fair
nations
f,^;-
field, this daisy-dimpled place,
wrestled, locked in fierce embrace.
Lowjrolled the gun-smoke like a fleecy skein,
Red flashed the lightning in the leaden rain.
Here lay a Kentish man, all stark and cold,
And here, a Gascon, chivalrous and bold.
And snowy white with hearts of gold,
daisies,
Were stained with red, and e'en the rocky mould
Was torn and shattered by the racing guns.
A thousand mothers mourn a thousand sons
Hate flames on high, an all-consuming blaze;
And Fraser rages through the forest ways.
To-day, sweet-scented turf divinely green.
Peace, brooding o'er the grand majestic scene.
The daisies show no hellish crimson stain,
The rocky mould is fair and smooth again.
And far across the noble kingly stream,
We see blue mountains lying there a-dream.
Sunset. The rosy rays illume the west,
The laurentides are mansions of the blest
In jasper, amethyst and purple fold.
And now, across the stream, in tones of gold,
To prayer and praise our thoughtless souls are called.
Sweet are the bells of far St. Romuald.
—
Ik
ARTHUR JTRiNOm
AUTHOR or'Tnt Wmt-TAPFtM,
"THt GUNHUHNfK". tTC
conglomerate nationalities.
Watchel J
NiKOFP Called "Peg-Leg," having lost a limb in a Continental bomb-outrage-
He is the oldest of the band, is an opium-eater, and his ostensible vocation
is that of street-musician, playing the concertina.
BoYL-E—Philip Dryster' s confidential agent, a calm-eyed, alert-moving, secretarial
man of about thirty, retaining his business-like aspect even in moments
of excitement.
English Butler and Footman —In the employ of the Drysters at their Lonz
hland country home.
SYNOPSIS.
A hand of Nihilists draw who will blow up with a bomb Philip Dryster, the
lots to see
"Wheat King," and the choice on Otto Schnaubelt, their leader. He is foiled tn his at-
falls
tempt to kill Dryster, and by the suggestion of Mrs. Dryster, agrees to stay in their home as a
guest for a week to see if the anarchist and the millionaire cannot reach some common ground
of understanding. Dryster promises not to make any moves during this time, but breaking his
promise, secretly arranges to deport the band of Nihilists to Europe. Meantime, Mrs. Dryster
proceeds to make a "tame robin" of Otto, who adapts himself to this new life with surprisin^ase.
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movements as he sits at the table. He worst of it. That's how these Terror-
flings down his morning paper, crosses ists always try to work. They count a
to window, looks out, returns to his seat, good deal on cold feet.
and irritably rings for the butler. He Philip: On what?
pretends to be reading cts the butler Doyle: I mean they do more
enters. through fear than they do through gun-
Philip — Is Mrs. Dryster back yet? powder !
whole rotten business. I never put in and the Socialist gang stirred up.
such a week in my life. I can't stand There'll be a big squeal about tyranny
It's got me so I can't and denying the right of asylum the —
J
it. I won't.
—
ARTHUR STRINGER 2S1
same sort of rumpus they had in the himself. He snatches up his paper,
Pouren case and the Federenko row. crushes it, and smoothes it out, pretending
Philip We don't want a row. We
: to read as the door opens and Olga, with
can't have a row. upthrust black veil and black clothes, steps
Doyle: That's why I say we must quietly in. She is followed by Doyle.)
go quiet, sir. Doyle {Htirriedly) : Scanlon wants
Philip: But how about this woman to speak to you, sir.
here, this Olga Nikita? Philip: Where is he?
Doyle She's here all right, but she's
: Doyle : Speaking over long d^'stance
the best imitation of a mtmimy I ever from the office, sir.
btmiped into. Philip: What's he want?
Philip Did you ever try
: {His Doyle He says it's urgent.
:
Doyle: She didn't give me the to him. {Doyle goes out. Olga^ all this
chance. while, has been studying Philip's face.
Philip: Where is she now? He, in turn, studies lier. Then he pulls
Doyle In your study.
: himself together, with a wan sort of
Philip: Is that safe? punctiliousness, a^id rises.)
Doyle She's not armed.
: Philip: Won't you sit down? (He
Philip Then send her in to me.
: motions towards a chair. She does not
Doyle: Very well, sir. (He starts to speak.) Let me take your coat. (He
go and turns back) Will you let me
: takes the threadbare little black coat, looks
make a suggestion ? at it, and then looks at tlte girl's white
Philip: What? face. Then he more gently motions her
Doyle She'll be very stubborn, sir,
: towards the chair. She slowly sinks into
if you try to bully her. I'd advise the it, still watching him. There is a
other tack. moment of silence during which he seems
Philip : Good God, you don't expect the less at ease of the.two.)
me to fraternize with that whole gang, Philip (Awkwardly): Now, won't
do you? you let me
ring for coffee or breakfast
Doyle (Persuasively) : Just bear or something? (She slowly shakes her
with her a little, sir, head, in negation, but still does not
Philip: I've eaten about all the speak. Philip sits down. The girl's
crow I can stand. eyes wander about the room.)
Doyle I tried the other way.
: And Olga {Low yet abrupt) WTiere is :
his future to let him and you go to him back to the Inner Circle?
Europe and study and teach and carry Olga: I must see him in time. —
on his school there, his Esceula Moderna Philip: In time for what?
as he calls it, without being worried as Olga (Hesitating, and then facing him
to money matters, supposing I — with a gesture of surrender) They have :
thought I had enough money to spare a all turned against him. They blame
little of it for a movement like this, him for what has happened. The}'" call
vv'ould you help me to persuade Otto it him an informer, now, a second Azeff.
was for his own good? They know he is here. They think he
(She sits staring at him, still silent.) has betrayed them.
Philip: Yoii and he would be to- Philip: I don't blame them,
gether then^ without worry, without Olga: But you do not understand.
danger. They are afraid of him now, afraid for
Olga (Closing her eyes) Together! : what he knows of them, for what he can
Philip: And I imagine it would be do to them. No one can ever leave the
healthier work, that he'd live longer. Inner Circle and live.
Olga (Aroused by the harder note in Philip (As he starts and stares at her) :
Philip: Doesn't it rather look as will kill him. They are going to kill
though he had forsaken it? him. They are coming here to kill him.
::
Philip (Staring
about the room)
Who's coming here ?
Olga The man:
What man?
Olga: I can not
tell you.
Philip: You
mean one of your
band?
Olga : I can not
say.
Philip (Sudden-
ly, after a moment
of silence) : You
mean Nikoff! Ni-
koff's the only one
loose!
Olga (Staring)
You —you also
know that?
Philip (Striding
^ack and forth) : I
know more than
vou all imagine.
(He stops) Tell me
this: Where's this
man Nikoff now?
Olga: I do not
know. .:
Philip:' Yo '.:
must!
Olga : No one
knows. That is
what makes me so
afraid. That is why
I must see Otto.
Philip (^45 he
strides to window '.T THE SOUND OF VOICES ANLl L.^CTGHTSR, PHILIP STitOOS TO TKS WINDOW
TO SEE HIS WIPE AMD OTTO RIOrNG DOWN THE GKK3B,it PATH
and the sound of
voices and laughter] cotne from out- understand? We've got to do it,
•
even seems abstractedly proud of his Louise: I imagine you did. So, go
patent-leather riding-boots. Yet he down to the lower terrace and get me
moves, when not directly under the gaze Bourbons and Richardsons, and some
of Louise, with a sort of caged-hyena Tourmalines, and a few Pompones.
restlessness. He retains, in fact, his Otto: Bourbons and Richardsons
habit of abstraction, speaking like a man and Tourmalines and Pompones! {He
in a daze, yet content to watch Louise out turns away, and speaks as though to
of eyes that are both reverent and himself) And down on Avenue A I've
:
mystified. He obediently takes her whip seen children die with a dandelion stuck
and hat when she holds them out to him.) in one of their medicine bottles! {He
Louise {To Philip, deep in his paper) : goes dreamily and abstractedly out, and
Why, Btinny, still here? Louise stands looking after him).
{She affectionately touches his bald Philip {Quavering with the suppressed
spot; his face, as he turns and regards indignation of the man of success unused
her laughing eyes, is grey and set.) to taking second place) You've almost:
Philip: Still here? Of course I am. got him so he'll eat out of your hand,
{With a bitterness he cannot hide) Did haven't you?
you enjoy your morning ride? Louise {Staring at him) Bunny, you :
of the first morning was still fresh on you're acting with that man.
the hills of Time and the rivers and Louise {Quietly, almost wearily) But :
valleys had never been stained with the Otto's only a boy.
blood of men. It was like feeling the Philip {Turning the knife in the
power of a god between one's knees it — wound) A boy! And I'm an old man,
:
—
was freedom it was life! I suppose. I'm an old
Philip: And did all this happen Louise: It's not your age I'm ob-
right here on Long Island? Reminds jecting to, Philip, it's your unreason-
me how you changed your opinion ableness.
about that eighty-horse power of mine. Philip: I'm not so unreasonable as
It was some kind of hellish engine of you imagine. I can see what's going-
oppression until you took a ride or two on here, and by God, it's going to stop.
—then it turned into the pearl-shod Louise {Her quietness obviously co-
chariot of Phoebus- Apollo cleaving the erced) :Philip, it's hard enough having
paths of heaven. one scatter-brain to look after, without
Louise {Curtly) Otto, take my
: having you that way. Now, just what
gloves. {To Philip, as Otto takes the do you mean ?
gloves, and she weighs the silver coffee-pot Philip {Floundering, in his misery) :
power of moving people. There are thing, after giving Otto your word of
moments when he seems able to lift me honor you would wait for a week ?
up, like a whirlwind, Have you broken your promise to Otto ?
r Philip: It's slipped your mind, I Philip: Promise! Honor! What
s'pose, that he came into this house to does that breed of rat know about
lift me up — ^with a bomb honor? I'm sick of quibbling and hair-
Louise : I haven't forgotten that, of splitting. This has got to be a case of
course. And that's what makes it all fighting fire with fire. It's too late for
so funny. pink-tea arguments. It's come down
Philip {Disgustedly) Funny : to a matter of dog eat dog. And I
^ Louise (Musingly) In two weeks' : don't intend to be eaten. I don't
time I'll have him quite tame. intend to be hounded out of my own
Philip (With explosive anger) Tame, : home — if it still is my own home.
and in double harness, with me for Louise Of course it's still your own
:
insanity, with his insolence and poppy- Louise: Because we've got to be
cock. I've watched him order my fair, terribly fair, -with Otto. He's had
servants about and trail after you like so little justice in this life.
a house-dog. But there's a limit to Philip: Fair with that bomb-
everything, and I tell you we've come thrower! So that's the tune you sing.
to the limit. I'm not going to see my
• So you actually want to make it easier
wife made love to under my own nose for this gang to pull our house down
Louise (As she sits staring at him) about our ears. So you're against
Why, Bunny, what harm has Otto me, too!
done? What harm Louise: Philip, don't say that. I
••'Philip: It's made my home into a won't
dog-kennel. It's made me think of Philip (Swept on by his savagery):
you as I never dared think of you Go on, then. Take your day. Enjoy
286 THE FIREBRAND
it —
for it's going to be the last one! at times that I'm like a lady in a rather
{He turns and strides to the door.) lonely tower, who's called a lute-player
Louise {As he goes out and slams the into her court. You've told of things
door) Philip
: {She stands, amazed,
! I've never seen, I've never known.
then sJie rings the bell and moves slowly You've even made me a little dissatis-
io tJie table, absently studying it. She is fiedwith ease, with idleness. I don't
stilldeep in perplexed thought as Otto know whether your theories are right,
French windows,
enters through one of the or whether they're all wrong. But to
carrying an armful of garden-roses. me there's something bewildering about
These he places cut the table, before them. I can feel them stir and move
Louise, who does not speak. Then he me, even while I can't approve of them.
puts down the shears and garden-gloves. But, you see, ladies in lonely towers
He is still staring at her as the butler have their own lives to live. And the
enters, apparently io clear the table. lute-player has his way to go on and —
Otto sees the newspapers and stops short.) on, to strange corners of the world.
Otto: Wilson, take away those {Olga, shrinking back, mutely wrings her
newspapers, those potiltices from the hands)
ulcer of civilization. Otto {Resenting the gulf she is throw-
! •
Wilson: Yes, sir. {He goes out with ing between them) And you'll sit here
:
Louise: You're wrong there; I Otto: But still you're tragic. You're
don't believe you've been thinking trying to cheat Life. You're trying to
about anything. get something without giving anything
Otto : Isn't that what you asked me forit. You have never known pain.
to do? You have never created. Why, you
Louise You haven't thought much
: have no children.
about the past, have you ? About your Louise {Shaken): No, no! I had a
earlier life, about your years in Europe, child. I lost him. (With a sob.) You
—
about your ^your troubles in America? can't blame me for that!
Otto I have tried not to think. That
: Otto (With a bitter arm-wave about
was part of the plan. You said you him) : I blame this life of toys.
this,
would make me forget. {He moves
You have made me forget.
It's all
gulfed in them.
toys,
Pictures and books
—
playthings you're en-
restlessly)
Louise And there are some things,
: and music and horses all toys. You —
Otto, you've almost made me forget. drug your brain with them. You buy
{She looks cU him, wonderingly) I've felt automobiles the same as you'd buy
! !
overcoat in winter, if I didn't have Otto: There wasn't much room for
something here {He puts his hand on his love, was there? {Again she places a
heart) to keep me warm, to pay me hand on his head and gazes long and
back? Something that you and your intently into his face.)
people know nothing about Louise: Oh, Otto, we must all be
Louise: beautiful to think of
It's good to you. {With a gesture that is
you fighting against such odds. All both maternal and passionate, she clasps
women love fighters. Our hearts go his bowed head between her tivo shielding
out to them, just as mine does to fiands, staring before her with intent atid
[
Philip, when
see him come home
I tear-stained face. As she does so, Philip
1
looking so old and tired about the eyes. abruptly enters through the open door.
I know he's been He stops short, with the amazement of a
fighting for what he
has. man confronted by the final blow of a
:!
:
No; she's a human being. She's a free chy. You've turned Anarchist.
agent. She's yours only as long as her Philip: To hell with the whole
own will says she's yours. When that thing. This is going to end, right here,
will goes out to another, she belongs to now!
that other. You can't shut up her Otto {Exultantly) : Anarchy! Noth-
immortal soul any more than you can ing but Anarchy! Don't hold him.
shut a wild bird between your four Don't imagine I can't take care of
garden walls. myself!
Philip {Goaded into irresponsibility) Louise : Otto, tell him on your word
And now it's your turn! Your— of honor
Louise: Philip! Philip {With much the same ecstasy of
Otto: You poor blind fool! rage which has allowed his bulk to sweep
Philip; You rat! {He sweeps past down earlier enemies on the Stock Ex-
Louise; Otto does not fall back. But as change -floor) Honor : can't use ! We
the two men explode into a sudden fury of that word in this house! What does
movemefit, struggling and writhing and he know about honor? What do you
fighting like two cave-men, Olga comes know about honor ^when you'll paw —
front her corner with a cry of "Otto". about a cur like that, a slum cur with
The latter, though much the smaller, is his own mistress right here under this
able to tear himself free from Philip's roof?
throttling clutch. As he turns back to Otto
{Shrill and tense) That's a lie. :
Philip, Louise catches and clings to her Lquise {Recoiling) This is worse :
j
Otto {Panting): You fool! {To Philip {Still shaking with rage, as he
Louise) Get away! Stand back! I'm brusquely swings Olga about to face
used to this. I can take all of it that them): A lie, is it? Madness, is it?
comes! —
Here you can you say you haven't
j
'
Olga {Clinging to him): Otto! lived and worked with this man ? That
Otto {Shaking her off): Get away! you're not his lover?
You can't help me in this. {Turns on Olga {Rigid and staring at Otto) I :
Philip) Now, what are you going to do, am not his lover.
you fool? Philip: You don't both come from
Philip {Shaking as Louise clings to the same Forsyth Street cellar?
him): Fool! I've been a fool. But Olga I do not come from a Forsyth
:
by God, I'm going to kill you. so you've tricked her, too? You'v*
Qi.GA (^5 she" stands between~'them) tricked me; and tricked your owi
'^
,
ribe. Why, you're against your own alone now; you stand alone the same
people, at this very moment. as other men have to.
Otto: Yes. I'm against you, and I'm Otto: Alone? (He stares about the
against the world, and I'm against room, dazed. Xo one moves. Then out
mvself. even. I'm against even-thing. of the utter silence sounds a concertina
Good God. man, don't you know what playing tJte Marseillaise. Otto's face, as
Anarchy means? I'm an Anarchist, a the chords of this hymn of his oufn people
Nihilist, anything you like to call it. come to him, slowly lights up) Nikoff I
I'm Disorder, Ruin, Chaos. I'm what Olga (Fearfully) Otto, before it's
:
vou've all got to face, what ever^'thing too late! Go! Go! Go!
comes to. I'm the only thing that Louise (As the music draws nearer,
endures. I'm the only thing that lasts growing louder and louder) What is it ? :
want to know how you're going to kill Alone! Ha, you're not the first to try
me. or kill what I stand for? to kill this Cause." Others have tried
Olga (Despairingly) It's not him. to crush it. But it has lived -it has —
— :
Otto ^it's the other who's going to been re-bom out of rivers of blood.
kill you. You can't stop it any more than you
Philip (His sanity returning) It's : can stop rain from falling or grass from
the law of this countn- that's going to growing, any more than you can stop
kill you. —
that song that song that has thrilled
Otto Then you'll find I die hard.
: more hearts than any music ever made
Philip: To America you're a dead by man. I am not alone. I am one of
man now. the Brotherhood— one of many!
Otto: Then I'll show you a corpse (Nikoff's uncouthly malignant figure
with plenty of fight in it. appears in the garden outside, approach-
Olga: No, no. Otto — ^\'ou do not ing the windows.)
'
understand. Olga (In a scream) Keep him out! :
Philip: It's not in his hands or mine. Otto, keep him out!
It's something beyond us. It's the Otto He is one of the Brotherhood.
:
Otto: Deport me? (He turns as though in fear of mysteries site camwt
,
fiercely on Philip) And you think comprehend.)
'
because you ship my body across the Otto: That's what I have just
Atlantic you're getting rid of what I remembered.
tand for? You imagine, if I'm (Nikoff, now at. the window, attempts
rushed aside, there'll be no one to to enter. Olga rushes double-panel, to its
ake my place? No one left to carr^' as though to hold it shut.)
>n the Cause? Philip: Keep back!
Philip (.45 Jte strides over and sav- (As he speaks, Nikoff forces tJie
i^elyrings tlie bell) Your whole cursed
: window atui stumbles through. Otto
and's gathered up. And everv man- cries out one sharp sentence, in a foreign
ack of them goes back to Eurojje, and tongue. Nikoff, white and defiant,
ou go \rith them. answers in the same tongue. Otto
Otto: That's another lie. steps back as though he had been
Louise (Sohhingly) Oh, Philip,
: struck. Nikoff 's hand swings up,
"hat have you done? holding a revolver. He deliberately
Philip (Ignoring her) Go and ask
: trains it on the motionless atui amazed
"' Inner Circle if
it's a lie. You're Otto, and fires. The first shot, appar-
290 THE FIREBRAND
ently, goes ivild. He steps closer; and the floor. As she does so, she calls out
as he fires the second shot, 01ga flings the one word: " Fraternitas!" Philip
her body in front of Otto, clinging to him.) and Doyle, who has entered, seize Nikoff
Olga: Otto! Otto! {The shot fol- before he can move again.)
lows. Her arms relax and she falls to Curtain.
R out !
"
at liberty to join the others in the bunk "Say, Smith, I guess you're young
house or sleeping shanty. This build- enough to roll out those logs. l'.m
ing was fully forty feet long, by twenty- getting old."
four wide, and perhaps ten feet high The lad struggled with the logs; he
in the centre. was new to the work, and although he
There were two windows and a sky- felt the injustice of Burton's action,
light. It was made of logs; the spaces he could see no way of redress. How-
between the logs being stuffed with ever, keeping down his wrath, he did
—
moss "stogged," the boys called it. his best, while the bully watched him,
The outside was plastered with ground. laughing derisively when his efforts
The bark was peeled oflE the logs on were ineffectual. "Guess you're not
the outside. The roof was made of much good. Smith; what do they hire
"
split fircovered with ground. About school children for ?
a foot above this roof there was a sec- "I came to drive, not to load,"
ond one covered with split shingles. Dick retorted.
Two rows of bunks were placed on "Shut up your head, or I'll make
each side, one above another, sufficient you," thundered Tom with an oath.
to hold forty-eight or fifty men. "You're here to do what I tell you;
mind that, will you ? "
_
M. G. McWHIRTER 293
Dick kept silent. Even when the formed a striking contrast to Burton.
big man took his sheep-skin upon One of the Johnson boys spoke.
which he sat, appropriating it to his "Brown's good for him."
own use, he said nothing. "He's only one hundred and fifty,
"Hand oyer some tobacco," com- if he's that, and Burton is over two
such treatment, he plucked up courage "Don't worry; I'll give you enough;
and went to the boss. you'll be glad to promise to touch no-
"
"Well, Chummie, what is it ? body when you go down."
inquired the kindly foreman, for he With the last word George hit him.
liked Dick, who was the youngest of Taken unexpectedly, Burton staggered
the teamsters. back; then, swearing a great oath, the
"I am taking my
team, and going bully sprang forward and struck George
down river in the morning." in the breast.
"Why " exclaimed the boss in
! Under the force of the blow Brown
"
surprise, "what's up now ? fellbackward a step or two, then, agile
"Tom Burton has run on me ever as a cat, he hit Tom in the eye. Stead-
since I came here, and I don't have ily, however, Tom advanced, his in-
to stay." tention being to catch George and
"Oh !
" A light broke upon the crush him with his great strength,
foreman's mind. But he spoke quiet- thus making up for what he lacked in
ly- agility. Divining his plan. Brown
"You needn't leave for that, Smith; avoided him. Try as he would, he
give you a new man in the morning,
I'll could not catch the lithe, active figure,
and put him at something else." which seemed to be in ever\^ place at
"I'll settle Burton to-night," cried once. The blood was streaming from
George Brown, who had been a silent an ugly cut above his eye, while one of
Hstener to the short dialogue. Tom's was fast closing and his nose
Suiting the action to the word, he bleeding. Watching his chance,
marched straight to the bunk house. George gave him a "left-hander" on
Crossing the room, he said : the side of the head. There was a
"Turn out. Burton; I've something nasty glitter in Tom's remaining eye.
to say to you." Stealthily he made a vicious kick at.
Slowly Tom raised his big bodv, his enemy. Jumping to one side,
and asked in a surly tone : George struck Burton a heavy blow
"What do you want me "of ? under the left jaw. Over the " dea-
soon let
"I'll you know. What
are con's seat " tumbled the bully with
you running on kids for ? " Brown following up, pommelling him
"W^ho's running on kids ? I'll run severely.
on vou, too. I'll teach you to meddle "
"Give to him, Brown
it !
the rag. I don't know you, and you "Hurrah for Brown " I
don't know me. Maybe it's just as At length, satisfied with his work,
well you don't. Now pack your duds. George let him go.
"I don't have to pack duds, I my Slowly the crestfallen Burton slunk
can do it with them on," with an ugly off to his bunk, while the camp rung
'^nccr. with the shouts of the men.
The men were crowding around. "Hurrah for Brown He's beat the
!
thick with tobacco smoke. "If the -boss, she charge me, I'll
Jack Mortimer played a lively tune pay."
on his violin, while Gilbert Pete danced The men scattered on the entrance
an accompaniment. Both were good of the boss. Some sought their bunks,
performers. Faster and faster went others went to the hovel to see to their
the bow, and like lightning flew the horses. Three times the boss asked
nimble feet, for Gilbert delighted to who had spilled the flour. At last,
exhibit his abilitv in tripping the "light young Le Blanc, the cookee, an-
fantastic." swered :
M. G. McWHIRTER 295
the forest. Everything was at peace haul as manv logs as anv team on the
that Sabbath morning. But there road."
!
WHY did
not know.
I love her?
what that token was. And then, sweet- AND YOU did!" SHB RBTORTED
heart, I never saw you more in that
life in Egypt; and when the time had in places without number, but always
come I'stabbed myself rather than have was itdimly and but for a moment.
the noble bear me off to be his bride. And, even if we met, I could not re-
And it seems to me, dearest, that since
that time, again and again have I seen
——
member the token oh, I wish I could
recall what it was ^and something
you, in Tyre and Athens and Rome, intervened, and we were torn apart.
500 OUT OF EGYPT
Oh, pray God, that nothing come be- outer case, and the two inner ones, in
tween us now " ! inspecting the papyrus rolls with the
"No danger that aught shall come hieroglyphic rituals from the Book of
between us now, my sweet Princess the Dead, and the mummy
itself,
Athanasia, the Deathless One," I swathed in numberless wrappings of
replied fondly. "We have a sure grip linen, yet when Athanasia made her
on everything this time, at least, on first reference to her own identifica-
everything except the finances. This tion with the Princess Asenath, Mrs.
condition seems, however, to be chronic Lawson appealed to me in utter
with me, and I am not surprised to disgust.
learn from your interesting vision that This was as nothing, however, to
I was in the same fix in Egypt three what the good lady said when my
thousand years ago. sweet betrothed, after carefully ex-
"Laugh at me as you may, sweet- amining every detail about the mum-
heart," replied Athanasia, smiling, "I my and its case, suddenly ejaculated,
do believe that this vision of mine is "Mamma, I am going to ask your per-
something more substantial than a mission and Jack's, to do something
dream. Most of the wisest races, and that I suppose you will both think
many of the wisest men of every age, very odd I want to have the mummy
!
have believed in re-incarnation. I taken out of the case, and then lie
have lived and loved you in Egypt of down in it a moment myself, just as
old I feel sure that if I could by some
; if I were a mummy."
means gain a little deeper introspec- Mrs. Lawson protested with a de-
tion, I could quickly solve this, our gree of energy that I shall not attempt
financial problem of the present, by to describe, and I did so feebly. But
bringing into the world of conscious- the end of it, was of course, that
ness the memories of the past." Athanasia, who had a way of making
Six months rolled on after this, others see things as she did, finally
however, and that important problem worked her own sweet will.
remained as hopelessly unsolved as Never shall I forget how beautiful
ever. I was a law graduate now, she looked lying there, the radiantly
with my shingle hung out at Spring- living in the place of the dead, the
field, the little county seat at which color of her delicately tinted flesh,
Athanasia's family resided. Clients instinct with throbbing life, contrast-
were few, nor was there any sign of ing weirdly with the shrivelled corpse
their rapid increase. Matrimony was of ages past, which lay beside, her on
not to be thought of for the present, the floor !She closed her eyes for a
for it was with the greatest difficulty moment, then opened them with a
that I kept my modest board bill from dreamy smile, and signalling me to
falling into arrears. raise her up, said, laughingly : "The'
It was at this time that Athanasia Princess Asenath has awakened at last
asked me, one evening, if I would not from her age-long sleep. Deep in
show her the mummyof which we her sub-conscious mind she now knows
had spoken so often. Although I had all that happened to her in the land
had it in my possession ever since I of Khem and in the other lives of the
came to Springfield, she had never milleniums that since have passed.
yet seen it. It only needs another mind, in close
Gladly I consented, of course, and enough relation with her own, to draw
the next afternoon my dear girl, ac- that knowledge from her by tele-
companied by her mother, came around pathy, and so bring it into the world
to my humble little room. Now, my of consciousness. Kiss me, dearest
prospective mother-in-law, Mrs. Law- one."
son, had not the slightest sympathy I did. And Mrs. Lawson, as she
with Athanasia's mystical and theo- had the most perfect right to do, cried
sophical tenets. Although she was out upon us, and said we ought to be
as much interested as that young lady ashamed of ourselves. She roundly
in examining the exquisitely decorated rebuked Athanasia for her levitv, as
J. DeQ. DONEHOO .301
all cavil of doubt, that they two my heart within me for joy,
faint
were one. "nor have forgotten the token, the
I
"-4/ last have I come, my
beloved," token that I showed unto thee, dearest
she said, with a smile that rendered one, that night of our betrothal, in the
—
302 OUT OF EGYPT
shadows of the temple of Ra, in On tiful of them all; and her I struggled
the Magnificent. This token it is that mightily to reach, as again she held
begetteth the favor of the gods of out to me the token, and said, "I
Egypt" (here I noticed for the first come." Forward I pressed, and bare-
time, so dazzled had I been by the ly touching the jewel she held, tot-
maiden's beauty, that she held in her tered back for I thrilled through every
;
right hand a gem that glittered like nerve as though I had received the
the sun) "for truly have they revealed
; discharge of an electric battery.
unto me, that in fulness of time, it I found myself upon my feet; the
shall bring unto me and my love for- cigar in my hand was scorching my
tune and happiness among the children finger. My student-lamp burnt low,
of men. And so, ere I plunged the but the mummy-case, glittering faintly
sharp steel into my bosom that night, in its green and red and yellow and
unto Amesses my faithful slave did I gold, stood in the corner still Yet
reveal it, and made her swear by Ra never a ray of light came from it, and
and by Isis and Hath or, by all
Osiris, the lid was tightly closed.
the gods ofKhem, that after my body "Alas! A mere dream," I cried
was embalmed and ready to lay in the aloud, as I paced the floor; "but how
tomb of my ancestors, she would con- wondrously beautiful. Only a dream,
ceal the token in the wound that I but so vivid that I cannot help half
purposed to make in my breast above believing in its reality; I do believe in
my heart. There hath it lain, waiting it. No one need ever know that I
for thee; and to none other but thee yielded to this impulse of superstitious
might I reveal it. And so, dearest credulity. / will find out!"
one, bringing unto thee fortune and All in a tremble from excitement,
happiness, I come." I laid the mummy-case upon the floor.
Then it seemed to me that the light Nervously, hastily, then, I cut away
and the life instantly faded; and in the linen strips that adhered to the
place of the Princess Asenath I saw, shrivelled flesh under which had once
in turn, many other fair faces of maid- throbbed a woman's heart in Egypt
—
ens^ ^Tyrian, Greek, Roman, French, had that heart indeed been that of the
English, and of what other nationalities Princess Asenath, and my love ? And
besides I know not. Yet ever was it there, in the ancient gaping wound,
the countenance of Athanasia the I found it— the Token, an emerald, the
Deathless that prevailed amidst the glorious light of which illumined alt
individuality of race, and ever was it the room as I had seen it do a moment
her wonderful eyes that looked at me before in the hands of Asenath and
beseechingly, expressing inextinguish- Athanasia, an emerald of almost price-
able love. But none of these rhaidens less worth.
held the token, and the faces of many And truly this Token, whatever its
of them were weirdly dim, their voices history, and whether blessed or not of
so faint that I scarcely heard them say, the gods of Khem, has brought for-
"I come." And some reached out tune and happiness to me and my love
their arms imploringlv towards me, among the children of men, even as the
but rooted where I sat, I could not come Princess Asenath declared to me it
to them; soon, then, were they lost in should.
the succession of shadowv forms that No doubt whatever has my dear
intermittently appeared, like the flash- wife that this is a token she flrst
ings of an electric light, in the shroud showed me in Egypt, that hour of our
of the Princess Asenath. And last of betrothal beneath the shadows of the
all came Athanasia, as she had ap- temple of Ra. As for me, I do not
peared that afternoon, and most beau- know.
This department is spehially designed to interest our femine readers, and is
under the directum of "Kit" (Mrs. Kathleen Blake Coleman) who has endered her-
self to Canadian women from Belle Isle to V ictoria. Every month she will con-
tribute syarkling bits of gossip, news and sidelights on life as seen through a
\oman's eyes.
yes, mesdames,
little pins, hat MADAME
pins, likewise CARAH BERXHARDT'S recent visit
gentle-pointed *^ to this countn.' was of deep signifi-
darners. Need- cance because undoubtedly it is her
les, too, and soft farewell. She appeared younger and
silks and little more vital than when she played here
broideries. Pic- some six years ago, yet looking closelv
a-many o'
tures at her in an interivew after the wonder-
this gallant and ful performance of " L'Aiglon," one saw
that maid. Dreambooks, aye and — that time had not spared her. Her
maybe love-potions. Not many of long eyes are wrinkled, but their light,
psalms to sing which are good and their allure is undimmed; the graceful
godly for church only. Tapes are contours of cheek and chin are broken
here; —
hooks for the lasses eyes for and marred, but the nose of classic
the gallants —thread-the-needle
for all proportions is still beautiful, and the
who love the merry game; scissors to smile is as tender and childlike. At sixty-
cut Gordian knots, measuring tapes to seven, an age at which most women,
record the few inches of firm, round even our most up-to-date grand dames,
waists — —
and best of all a hint for are compelled to retire a little into the
lovers here and there —
a talk with some —
shado\s->'' places of life the youthful-
reat dame in the world of art or music ness of this superb actress is uncanny.
-a word of reminder to the woman Her agility, her mental alertness are
ho, by reason of her tongue or her witchlike. Had she lived in the older,
ays is in danger of losing the honest cruder ages she would undoubtedly
nan she owns, a fillip on the ear for a —
have been burned for a witch ^just as
303
—
304 THE PEDLAR'S PACK
he may have had this joke out with her
in marring graceful Hnes and once
exquisite contours, but he has never
touched the immortal spirit of youth
which lives in that graceful body, nor
—
can he but Death only quench the—
fiery, passionate soul of this woman
who has known all of Love who has —
had all that Life has to offer.
TOLSTOY
Vl/AS there ever a more piteous figure
in the world than that of Tolstoy,
clad in his coarse garb, with seventeen
dollars in his wallet, stealing at night
—
from his home an old man of eighty-
two, broken in heart and spirit, seeking
a place to die! He fled because of
family feuds, because his wife and his
son Michael were raising the rents of
the peasants whom he loved, because
—
every principle of his Hfe that ardent,
poor, struggling Hfe, that life which
Ce was spent in one long battle for the
u
oppressed and the suffering had been—
violated by his own family. The
MME. SARAH BERNHARDT
'Shall I place the camera at fifteen feet?" asked the
Countess Tolstoy never for a moment
photographer. "No!" she flashed imperiously. "Place gave up the service she deemed neces-
it for.ty feet away. I am sixty-seven.
sary to her rank. She retained her
she goes to the stake and faggots in her rich dress, her jewels, her four or six-
marvellous Jeanne d' Arc. Critics have course dinners, her butler and other
said that her voice —
that voice of silver attendants; nor did any of the family
—
and gold, of love and pity has failed. except the one daughter who crept
Did they not know her age they would after her father and nursed him in the
never have made such a remark. Her mean inn where his great spirit was
voice thrills with youth to-day, as it did loosed, give up for his sake, or because
fifteen, twenty years ago. It is the of his teaching, one iota of that which
fact of her age being known which they supposed their rank called for.
makes the "wise" critics belittle the Tolstoy never tried to force his prin-
world's greatest living artist. Years ciples upon his family. He was con-
—
ago when she played "La Tosca" — tent to let them have all the magnifi-
and who that saw her can ever forget cence, but it hurt the soul of him to see
her as she placed the candles round the orchids on the dinner table when his
—
dead body of Scarpia! her voice rose peasants were having their rents raised
in tragic moments in the same hoarse, to supply them. The Countess always
raucous tones in which only a month —
dressed for dinner in Parisian gowns,
ago it rose when the poor ill-fated wearing her diamonds and
jewels,
Eaglet strove with the cruel, crafty rubies. The dinner table was loaded
Metternich. And, never was that with flowers and silver equipage. Butler
voice more tender, more piteous, more and footmen were in attendance.
passionately sweet than when the other —
Guests in evening dress, of course
night, the dying lad turned on the were frequent. But —at the foot
of the
breast of his mother and uttered " Mon table sat a shaggy-haired, unkempt old
pauvre Maman!" man, dressed in a peasant's smock, and
Yes, Time may have wrinkled the by him sat a peasant girl arrayed in
long, oriental, tired eyes of Bernhardt, coarse flannel. The hostess, her family
"KIT' (MRS. COLEMAN) 305
and guests dine off the choicest viands furs you you sit in the
are stroking as
and w-ines the peasants eat of one dish
; sun. How many
weary miles has he
only —a plate of pottage with black mushed through trackless forests and
bread. The peasants are Count Leo across ice-bound rivers that you, this
Tolstoy and his daughter; the guests Christmas past, might have these rich
are nobles or men and women of furs to fling over your commonplace,
position. unthinking person, and go, in your
And of what avail, the sacrifice? fool's vanity, to exploit your luxuries
Has it helped one downtrodden creature in the eye of your poorer neighbour?
in that cruel countn,-? Will not the What privation, what anguish, what
rents now be raised higher, that the effort, what romance lies back of those
revenue may increase? Will not the little furr}- heads with their bright glass
old cruelties be practised? That may eyes, of those small claws Avhich cling so
—
be but the world is the greater, the tightly to that long stole, biting into its
nobler, the better for the sacrifice, the soft, long, white-tipped hairs?
teaching, the uplift of one broken- Perhaps it was from no frozen wilds,
hearted old man. and from the seed he but from the great fur-fair at Leipsic
planted, and perhaps from the sad- that your furs really came. Ah. but
dened old heart which lies under the before Leipsic, before the large empor-
great oak at Yasnaya Poliana, a great iums where you can buy furs of any
tree of knowledge and of wisdom mav price or make; before the vats in the
one day arise. dyer's cellars got your highly prized
Russian rabbit and made a silver fox
ABOUT FURS out of him by simply dyeing him, and
I CLOSED the book, and going into then sending him into the "hair-room"
my room, took my furs from their where experts in hair-dressing sewed
boxes and sitting by a sunny window, white-tipped hairs here and there in
stroked their silky length. The little
heads on the stole and muff seemed, for
a moment, alive. Where had thev
come from? What hardship was
entailed in their getting? Carelesslv
enough they are worn, carefully are
they put away where the moth may not
find them. Many little animals had
been sacrificed to make up the set.
Was a human life one of them? The
book related how. in the far jungle, the
SomaH in terrific fight with the leopard,
after killing the great cat which had
disembowelled him with her claws, had
crawled into the deeper shade of the
forest-tangle and there died. When
the beaters came in search of him. thev
looked but once on the fetid heap of
human flesh, but skinning the beautiful
spotted beast, made haste to get it to
the trading station. Some great lady
in London is doubtless wearing a
magnificent motor coat lined with silkv COU.VT LEO TOLSTOV
leopard-skin
It are darker in
—
and some of the spots on The tragic and splendid figure of a
blood-stained land
tragic and
hue than others, and
these are the marks of a human life. well-regulated layers, so beautifully
Or, maybe some trapper in our own done that none but a keen fur-maker
Canadian wilds— those lonelv spaces in could detect the fraud, while you,
the frozen north—warped his wav to miladi, paid the price. Before all'this
the Hudson Bay post, bearing the very assuredly the little beasts you are
-
sale fashion by many British news- vote for A, sweetheart, if he, the one
papers. It now seems, however, that man God made, wanted his heart's
this " confession " was in part bona fide. desire of you —a
vote for B? I can
The bone of controversy or argument hear the loving, A\-ithal tender clamour.
being that, in answer to a certain Mother: —" If Jem says to vote for A,
"open letter," Crippen intimated that there's nothing to it but to vote for
he had had a confederate. " Under no him."
circtmistances," he wrote, the day The Wife: — "Well," (she's a doubter)
before his execution, " shall I say anv- " I suppose so, but then where do I
thing which would bring trouble to
others." But immediately after Mrs.
Crippen's death, someone drew out, on
what purported to be her signature, the
sum of ;^200. The synopsis, according
to the journal in question, is this. To
quote:
" Mrs. Crippen was poisoned bv
lyoscine, and Crippen admitted be-
fore his conviction —being concerned in
the affair. Her body, that of a heavv
woman, was then carried down to the
coal cellar and was gradually disposed
of by divers means —
burning, carrving
away, etc., in desperation and weari-
ness at the last —
by hurried bunding.
The quer\^ is who helped Crippen ? To
whom was he loyal in the face of an
agonizing and awiul death? To a
man? A woman? And who drew
out the ;^200 right after Mrs. Crippen's
dreadful death,- on the signature of a
dead woman?
THE SUFFRAGE.
QXE of the troubles in regard to the
Suffrage for women may be —
note
that we do not say it will be
—
partisan-
ship on the part of the dear and fair sex.
It is this way. Wives of men who have
run for Parliament or Municipal power
almost (I decline to make an assertion
that sweeps ever>-thing awav) invari-
ably take sides with husband, sons or
father. would be nigh to the im-
It
possible to make
a wife who admired
and adored her husband see that any-
thing he could do publiclv, or
sav
rivately, could be wTong. The same
ay -vN-ith the devoted daughter, or the WOULD YOU VOTE FOR S\\ EETHE.\RT, IP THE ONE
.K,
"condemnation" of her sex. Why sun, while their saintly sisters grin
"parade" the weaknesses of women silently in those weird cupboards which
before the other sex
—
"for the benefit are said to contain the dry and bony
(?) of the other sex," and so on ^Alack! — sins of the Familv.
"
that my rosy-cheeked
landlady brought up,
just now warm from
the oven, invites me
generously; the pat of
butter is golden, and
the jar of preserved
ginger catches a be-
lated sunbeam with a
mellow glow. I light
mv chafing-dish, and
make my bowl of soup
in peace, salting it -^-ith
cheerfulness, and stir-
rosemar}'
—
ring it with a sprig of
"that's for
remembrance." Let the
storm that lowers grim-
ly in the south threaten
as it will; to-night it
may upon
beat my
window-pane, and rat-
tle my sash, but now
the amber sunlight sifts
through the elms, and
my pot of tea sends up
a slender curl of allur-
ingly fragrant steam.
For a moment I
;earch my bookcase, dis-
carding, passing by the
bravely gilded volumes.
No jingling verses to-
night; no tales of shin-
ing steel and fair ladies"
eyes and noisy deeds of
derring-do. There is a
little, dark volume, the
color of an autumn oak-
leaf, in the farther cor-
ner. "Travels with a
Donkey" — no less a
companion this evening
than Robert Louis and
his Modestine, genuine
Bohemians both — and
agamst the sugar-bowl, Sketched at the Sphinx Club
HON. RLDOLPHE LEMIBL'X
and familiarly it falls The genial postmast3i -general of Canada
pen at the right place
"ithout so much as an admonitorv ones of the earth scintillating all about
imger. me; yet, truly, they are only "-as a tale
I have, now and again, eaten terra- that is told."
•in and canvasback and coupe de St. For after all, this is the essence of
Jacques at famous old restaurants;
ave watched the bubbles rise in the
Bohemia — to be content vdth. your
bowl of soup and your garret.
-mber glass, and observed famous Simple euough, isn't it? And yet
312 THE RIGHT ANGLE
with an elusive sort of appeal that the conservation of our forests involves
you back to the days when youth
carries the conservation of nearly all our other
was yours and all the world with it. resources, and the forestry problem
It is pleasant, too, to he able to say that becomes perhaps the gravest problem
Miss Pretz, the creator of Billiken and in the whole range of our material life.
the ''Tinker Bell" of the sketch, is find- At the present time, the United
ing the fortune that she deserves. States, which is second to Canada in
forest area, contains about thirty years'
"INEXHAUSTIBLE" PULPWOOD supply of timber. After this is ex-
'T'HE pulpwood problem to-day is hausted, the United States will turn to
' enough to make any thoughtful —
Canada indeed she is already begin-
Canadian do a little serious reflecting. —
ning to do so for her lumber. Ac-
Twenty years ago, wiseacres cheerfully cording to- the present rate of increase
referred to the standing pulpwood of paper consumption across the line,
supply as "inexhaustible," just as we could supply her demand for just
thirty or forty years ago men spoke of about seven years, after which our
the "inexhaustible" forests of Wiscon- forests would be denuded and the
sin and Maine that now stand, naked deadly work of erosion well begun.
tragedies, with their abandoned mills The wiseacres who twenty years ago
crumbling mossily back into the soil. went about chirping "inexhaustible"
Look at the figures for a moment. attend the Conservation Commission
Canada is in possession of 1,657,600,000 and the Forestry Convention to-day,
acres of forest area, or almost a billion and write letters to the newspapers
acres more than any other country on advocating a Government-set limit to
the globe. When one considers the the amount of timber that should be
relation of these forests to water cut yearly, on the ground that the
powers, and of water powers to elec- timber must be kept for the purposes
trical energy, as well as the relation of of the people of Canada, instead of
forests to agriculture, one realizes that going to the other side of the Great
Lakes.
This year the Manitoba Free Press,
following its annual custom of pre-
senting some holiday gift significant of
Canada, has sent out a miniature roll of
pulp-wood paper, accompanied by a
booklet giving a brief account of paper-
making and a resume of present con-
ditions in Canada. At greater length
than we are able to do here, the Free
Press points out the danger of indis-
criminate lumbering, and sounds a
warning that will be heartilv concurred
in bv everv thinking Canadian. All of
Canada's leading men are in accord
with the Conservation Commission —
witness the names connected with the
convention in Quebec just ended Sir —
Wilfrid Laurier; Mr. R. L. Borden,
M.P.; Hon. Cliflford Sifton, who is
Chairman of the Commission of Con-
servation; Hon. Sydney Fisher; Hon.
Frank Oliver; Sir Lomer Gouin; Hon.
Jules Allard; Hon. Frank Cochrane;
Hon. W. C. H. Grimmer; Mgr La-
Sketched at the Sphinx Club pointe, Vicar-General of Chicoutimi;
FRED C. SALTER Mr. R. H. Campbell, Dominion Super-
A Canadian who never wearies of spreading the
gospel of the Dominion intendent of Forestrv; Dr. H. S.
THE RIGHT AXGLE 313
SIGN, PLEASE
"T-HE hotel was
first
a tree. Mine host
Sketched at the Sphinx Club
of the first hotel could
T. c. W.\DB, K.c.
hang from a limb of his The man who established law in the Yukon
hotel and extend four
different glad hands to his guest. history of hotels in all ages and all re-
When Hanno of Carthage sailed in his gions of the earth, down to this day.
sea-caravan out of the Mediterranean Incidentally and unobtrusively the his-
and down the coast of Africa, he went tory becomes a panorama of civiliza-
as far as the land of the gorillas. One tion, somewhat as Taine's "Histor\- of
of these folks could reach down with English Literature" is a particularly
one of his hind hands and lift a traveler good history- of England. Mr. Mc-
into a tree. This was the first hotel Govern has long been known as a com-
elevator. piler of books on special subjects, but
"The earliest landlords of the earth's in this one he has picked up and put
caves seem to have been bears and together in small compass a remarkable
hyenas. Like some tribes of primitive body of fact, tinged with a pecidiar
mankind still living in the old and the humor, sometimes sardonic, sometimes
new world, they dined upon their warm, always enjoyable. "Hospital-
guests." ity" is a quaint and curious volume
In that fashion John McGovern of freshlv uncovered lore. (The Hotel
begins his book on "Hospitality," a World. Publishers, $1.00.)
Robson Black, well-known Toronto dramatic critic, will contribute to this
the
department thegossip about plays and players, criticisms of plays now on
latest
the Canadian stage, and announcement of things theatrical that will fall to Canada's
share. The department will be illustrated by the latest photographs of weU-knoun
player folk.
picturesque and aromatic drama. dent Taft, some of his cabinet, with a
"Drifting," which is his latest, was galaxy of other fashion and other
produced a few weeks ago in the citv of beauty, crowded into boxes and pit.
Washington. On the first night. Presi- Tuesday night, following the newspaper
317
318 THE STORY OF THE PLAY
criticisms, the audience remained in the sentiment intermixes with and de-
their seats only because they wanted velops many situations of rich comedy.
to be polite. At the close of the week, Charlie Owen, a young married man.
the c6mpany boarded cars for New and as morally sound and sincere as a
York and opened at the Nazimova wholesome nature and favorable en-
Theatre, with the critics either asleep vironment could make a fellow, is about
or complaining of thtir insomnia. The to leave his hotel in London one night
design of such a play, is cited only as on his way to Paris, when a young
an illustration of what New York and woman of refined dress and features
Elsewhere are forced to suffer, rather accosts him with a plea for protection
than as an example of original or enter- and help. With a chivalrous impulse,
taining authorship. he brings her to his apartment, where
Getting atmosphere to a play is not her hunger and weariness are tempor-
so much a first-hand accurate knowl- arily allayed. As self-confidence gra
edge of the place and people of the plot dually repossesses the frail and fam-
as a power of broad perspective, keen ished body, she unfolds to Owen the
observation, and ability to concentrate. story of a struggle for an honest liveli-
It is said that the " Bonnie Brier Bush," hood and consequent failure, that while
which as a play had a tremendous suc- often recounted in book and play is still
cess in Canada, failed utterly to arouse all too bitterly accurate. The girl's
interest in Scotland where the book was self-possession and gentler inclinations
written, and in which the scenes and have now fully returned, while Owen
sentiments presumably had their locale. finds himself influenced by a fast-
Similarly with " Drifting," which pre- growing interest, a sort of mushroom
tending to be a reflection of a society affection, and quickly antagonizes her
home, with a fling at "fashionable early gratitude. The girl rushes to the
vices" (a la Father Vaughan), actually door, but stops short at the unexpected
becomes a exaggerative and libellous appearance in the hallway of Mrs.
three-act quarrel. Without a single Fowler, a gossipy and good-natured
exception his people are sullied with friend of the family. To save appear
viciousness, and even the butler steals ances, Owen on the spur of the moment
his master's whiskey. introduces Miss Fenton as his wife's
Millionaires, pretty gowns, adventur- sister, Mary McKerrow, and wn'th
esses, butterfly wives, Newport cot- an urbanity befitting the occasion,
tages, gambling debts and
cocktails, the girl enters easily into the decep-
checks twenty thousand dollars
for tion. Then with the lightning growth
are combined by Mr. Gibson into one of most seeds of error, the trick sprouts
magnificently indigestible charlotte into a permanent imposition and the
russe of Society. Whether Societv imposition into a closely-drawn net
recognizes the portrait or not we leave of semi-serious falsehoods. Mary
to Mr. Gibson's conscience. shakes hands, chats an instant
and hurries away. With Mrs. Fowler
THE IMPOSTOR and the girl disposed of, as he thinks,
IT MIGHT have been called by any of Owen departs for Paris quite certain
* twenty names, but for the sake of that he is forever rid of all conse-
brevity, with aptness, it comes forward quences of his philanthropic boome-
under the name of "The Impostor". rang. But not so Mary comes back
!
as
do tVipir Tiact A case where personality is a steady asset. Miss Adams used Edmond RostandV
•
tneir nasty L'Aiglon sr'me years ago as a step to permanent fame, later entering upKjn a
words would make senes of J. M. lianie's characters, notably '"Babbie" in The Little Minitter, and
, . . , "Maggie Wylie" in What Every Woman Knows. Her latest exploit is Chantecler,
ner out to be. into which she enters by the particular wish of her manager, Charles Prohman
Then Mary has something to say to thing to say to Mary and they always —
Blake Walford, and Blake has some- end up that way, don't they?
BITING ENOUGH THINGS^ I'D LIKE TO KNOW
•'T SHALL leave you!" threatens the E. Laurence Lee.
* angry wife after an hour's curtain
I WONDER if Potatoes need glasses
lecture has failed of any eflfect upon her for their Eyes,
husband. " I shall leave you and go to Is the Tadpole related to the Fish ?
some cannibal island as a missionary, I wonder if the Lyre got its name by
"
and telling Lies,
" Tell
the cannibals they needn't use Do eggs run when they're broken in
any paprika when they serve you," a dish ?
suggests the brutal husband.
I wonder if Tables have rheumatics in
THE THIRTY-SIX-INCH BRAID their Legs,
By Wilbur D. Nesbit Do Tape Lines have corns upon their
SHE and in gloom,
sat in silence Feet ?
She would not wander from her Why don't hens lay Bricks instead of
room laying Eggs ?
Because the heart within her burned Does the Rain get hurt when falling
For that for which her fancy yearned; in a Sheet .''
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GODAndandnobody
in space alone,
I
else view. in
"And where are the people, O Lord?'" I said,
"The earth beneath, and the sky o'erhead,
And the dead whom once I knew?"
'
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VOLUME IX. LONDON, MARCH, 1911 NUMBER 5
Bar U
By Norman
Rankin
Illustrated with
Photographs
squint the heritage of a score of years otter, musk, buffalo, black, white and
of open life on the prairie n^ver— brown bear, wolf, mink, black and
wavered, and he notched her up silver fox, deer, antelope, moose, and
another point as we cleared the broken a score of others. The West was a
ground and came up on a little straight- far off undiscovered Sahara, they said,
away grade. It did not matter to quite, quite beyond the pale, a wilder-
Harbeck and me we decided we would
; ness, a sterile prairie, a trackless waste,
just as soon die young as wicked, a fit playground for the cowboy, the
and so we leaned quietly back in the red man and the buffalo; a refuge for
car and solemnly shook hands. the discontented, the outcast, the
As we left the little town of High younger son and the Indian -^fit only
River at the railway line, and began for the hunter, the trapper and the
to climb rapidly towards the foothills, prospector. One couldn't farm there,
the land under cultivation grew less nothing would grow; nothing thrive;
and less. It was an ideal cattle coun- and so widely did the Hudson's Bay
try, flowing away to left and right in Company circulate this notice that
graceful, undulating waves, with the its repetition gave it the solidness of
river, a narrow ribbon of silver, zig- fact.
zagging through its very heart. On Winnipeg was the utmost western
its banks, as we rounded the hill and limit possible; a barren waste lay be-
entered the confines of the ranch, yond, and beyond that again, British
thousands of cattle were grazing. Columbia and the Coast —-a rocky
They looked like a gathering of tiny wilderness.
black and white ants spread across a Then the dauntless cowboy from
yellow sand hill. Numberless hay
— —
across the border Wyoming, Montana
stacks, thrusting themselves abruptly and Idaho -pushed his way into Al-
into prominence from a treeless plain, berta. He came in rather from the
dotted the prairie here and there -a — spirit of adventure than with the idea
careful rancher's feed-insurance against of settlement, thinking to find a coun-
a hard winter. The mountains, blue- try of snow and ice and intense cold.
black below, verging into creamy He found a rich grazing land, gently
white above, rip-sawed the skyline, rolling and pleasing to the eye, stretch-
with the exception of one or two peaks, ing away on each side to the horizon.
which were muffled in the clouds, and Innumerable streams and clear flowing
far on every hand stretched the vast rivers swelled and sank with the melt-
leisurely levels of the plains. ing of the snows on the mountains,
"Wall, we're thar," said our guide, while on the plains there was an absence
bringing the car abruptly to a stop in of heavy snowfalls and excessive cli-
front of an old-fashioned log house, matic conditions. He discovered it
from the windows of which streamed to be better watered, possessed of a
;
"WE's in this HVAR country to stay, an' stay were SLRE GOIN' TER. "
THE
COW-Pt'NCHERS TOLD EACH OTHER
better climate, endowed with more or would they go out in all the glory
nutritious grasses than his own coun- and significance of their war paint,
tn', and, as the mountains were lower, and sweep the unwelcome stranger into
the warm Chinook winds were more the running waters and wallow-hol-
frequent and beneficial. It was a lows ? Would not the "Great Spirit"
superior range country altogether to hear them, and deigr^ to reply ? Their
that in the south, and in every wav youths were strong and brave; their
more favorable to the cattle business. maidens were fair and good to look
So they told their friends. In a upon; the bison covered a thousand
cloud of dust, with eyes full of the hills, and wild fowl and animals throng-
glamour and lure of the undiscovered, ed the ranges, supplying them \\'ith
bubbling over with enthusiasm, reck- food and raiment in abundance. Would
less and virile, they blew in over the they be jeopardizing all this if they
old buffalo trails across the line, and permitted the entrance of the bold
yelled with sheer joy as they loped white man, or was the plain large
across the silent, wind-swept spaces, —
enough for both for all ? Speak,
and capped the rising prairie. "Great Spirit," speak. And all along
The coyotes, belly to the ground, the banks of the great rivers and
slunk aside as they thundered past, watering places there was commotion
and the Indians held long, solemn and conclave, consultation and talk.
pow-wows, while their "medicine men" No railroad in those days spread
rattled their necklaces of bones, beat- its gleaming steels across the prairie
ing their tomtoms, and working them- no "Imperial Limited" with Pullman
selves into a frothy, ferocious frenzy, palace cars, luxurious "diners" and
as they besought their gods —
"Great daily mail, brought excitement and
—
Manitou" and others ^to tell them civilization each day; no singing tele-
what to do. Would they permit the graph wires hummed with eager news
entrance into their most sacred ter- of the world outside. There were 'no
ritory of these audacious white men, government roads, and no hotels.
smoke with them the pipe of peace, You "hit the pike," "bit the dust,"
*'
elcome them as friends and allies, and when the darkness found vou,
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THK TYPICAL WESTERN PONY OF FORMER DAYS, RAGGED, SHAGGY, ANO ABLE TO TURN ON TWO BITS
IS STILL TO BE SEEN ON THE ALBERTA PRAIRIES
unsaddled your cayuse, hobbled him, those hardy pioneers, for the West
built a fire, and with a blanket around had not then been proven a cattle
you and your head pillowed on your country, and many intelligent cattle-
saddle, slept until the rosy finger of men from Montana and Idaho openly
dawn touched your eyelids into open- asserted that it was too far north, that
ing. You "hiked*' your grub, or shot the winters were too severe for the
it,and through it all, you took chances profitable raising of cattle.
on your life and the capital you ven- In those early days, Messrs. H. & A.
tured. Allan, in other words. The Allan Line
Then there were the wolves the— Steamship Company, decided to put
coyotes. You should hear Seton- to the test the possibilities of the cattle
Thompson of them
tell —
and there business in the West. They were
were many then; they hadn't learned shrewd business men; far-seeing in-
to fear the white man as they did later. vestors. They had more than one end
—
They were a terror active aggressors in view: the making of money, of
as they used to be in the early days of course, but principally the provision
the "loup garou" in France and Ger- of cattle for freight for their vessels
many. They swarmed on all sides, for shipment to the British markets.
and at dusk, in their boldness, almost They approached the government and
into the very camps themselves. applied for a lease; they asked for
But the intrepid cow-puncher was 150,000 acres of land in the foothills
undaunted. The clarion call of ro- of the Rockies. Land in the West
mance rang in his ears. He only was not in great demand at that time,
laughed. It was fun. He proposed and the government was glad to grant
to make the Canadian West his play- their request. It extended a twenty-
ground, and he did, too, in those days. one year lease, with an option of pur-
^'Them wolves, an' Injuns an' buff-los chase on ten per cent, of the land
kin go plum' ter hell," they told each leased at the expiration of ten years,
other, "but we's in this hyar country for the nominal sum of $1.25 an acre.
ter stay, an' stay we sure is goin' ter." Conservative Eastern business men
Stav thev did, and all credit is due openly said that the Allans were reck-
326
SOME OF THE PRIZE PERCHERONS WITH WHICH GEORGE LANE AND OTHER FAR-SIGHTED HORSEMEN
ARE REPLACING THE "COW-PDNV" AND "CAYUSE"
lessly venturing n;^oney; but they Ranch, about twelve miles west of
]idn't They felt that the ten per
I Calgary.
ent. clause was an adequate safety It is interesting to note that after
valve, and went ahead accordingly. the railroad came west of Winnipeg,
Before these negotiations were con- and cattle were being shipped east,
cluded, the Allans dispatched com- a trainload of four-year-old steers
petent cattlemen into Idaho and Mon- from Cochrane, after being driven
tana, then great cattle states, \\'ith 140 miles and shipped by rail 2,300
instructions to purchase and drive to Montreal, weighed, at the end of the
to their ranch in Alberta, 4,500 cattle. trip, an average of 1,385 pounds.
The distance was, approximately, 1,700 Colonel James Walker, who, pre-
miles. From May until September, vious to Senator Cochrane's venture
nearly five months, the herd was on into the cattle business in the west,
the road, but as there were few trails was Inspector in the Mounted Police,
"hen, and the territory unknown, this became Cochrane's first manager and
as not such a bad showing one vast, — buyer, remaining in charge for a period
unfenced prairie disputed by the red of three years, during which time he
man and the wild animals surrounded established and thoroughly organized
hem. the business. Colonel Walker, like
Of course, these were not the first many others who came west in the
ittle brought into Western Canada. early days, soon became independent,
a '79, the Mounted Police had car- eventually settling in Calgary, where
:ed westward with them sufficient he yet lives, a picturesque figure,
milch cows to supply the needs of around whom many a story may be
their various barracks, and in 1880, Avritten.
Senator Cochrane, the pioneer rancher, In addition to the Bar U and the
•-Irove in 500 cows from Walla Walla, Cochrane Ranch, during the same
^nd followed them up w4th 12,000 year their number was increased by
cad in '81. A station and a town, the addition of the Waldron Ranch,
ow bearing his name, is located on located on the Old Man River, fortv
ne site of the original Cochrane miles south of the Bar U; the Oxlev
327'
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328 THE BOSS OF THE BAR U
Ranch, on Willow Creek;
& Company, and
I.
other smaller outfits.
G. Baker
just couldn't shake him off.
—
He sat a horse like a clothespin you
"Bring
Cochrane afterwards moved his ranch on yer bosses," he used to say, "some-
from its original location southward thin' that's got life in it; somethin'
across the Belly River to a point near that kin move; somethin' that'll let
Cardston. His new ranch contained me know I'm alive." He could drop
70,000 acres, and was later purchased a lasso over the hind leg of a baby calf,
and settled by the Mormon Church. or the tail of a fleeing coyote; even the
It is said by old cattlemen that the gophers had to hurry some to get down
late Senator Cochrane did more for their holes away from that terrible
the development of the cattle business whizzing rope, while the badgers didn't
in Western Canada than any other have one chance in a hundred. Those
man, and while he suffered very heavy wild cowboys from south of the line
losses at the beginning of his business, knew their business; from twenty to
he later did something which they did twenty-five seconds was their outside
—
not all do he made it pay. limit for roping and hog-tying a steer.
Good ranch cattlemen were scarce If you've never been a cowboy, of
in Canada at that time. They weren't course you can't understand the molten
used to the game. In order to secure excitement that pours into your blood
such men, the Allans and Senator when the thunder of the herd rings
Cochrane addressed letters to the Sun in your ears and the dust of the prairie
River Cattle Association, Montana, tickles your nostrils; you don't care
stating that they would be glad to whether "school keeps" or not pro-
employ on their ranches in Alberta vided you drop the rope over that
such men as the Association cared to particular old steer that's prancing
recommend. madly along before you, occasionally
From the Allan Ranch and the Bar looking around to give you the h-orse
U it was sixty miles, as the crow flies, or is it the cow? — laugh. Danger,
to Calgary. There was no railway, sudden death and mutilation never
and the only market was the supplv enter your cosmos — have no considera-
to the Indians, in accordance with tion whatever alongside the deter-
Indian Treaty No. 7. This included mination to bring the proud quadru-
the North and South Blackfeet, ped to its knees, and let it know who's
Bloods, Piegans, Sarcees, Stonies, and master. "You blankety-blank dough-
a branch of the Peace River Indians faced old parcel of bones," you ejacu-
called Beavers. Their reservations lay late, "if you want to know who's boss
within the territory between points around hyar, start somethin', will
now known as Edmonton, Lethbridge, yer?" —— (another twist of the rope round
Medicine Hat and the Rockies. Seven his legs), "Why don't yer say some-
thousand cattle a year were required thin' now? W^hy don't yer git up and
to supply these reserves. Later, as argufy the point, hey ? " Napoleon
the Canadian Pacific Railway forced may have felt that way when he con-
its construction west, the camps took quered Egypt, or Hannibal when he
considerable meat, and this helped. crossed the Alps. Quien sabe!
In the year 1885, the railroad reached "Let's ride inter town ternight and
Calgary, and the Allans prepared to shoot it up," says "Montana Pete" to
put into effect their cherished plan of "Idaho Jack." "I've got forty bones
shipping cattle to the Old Country. not workin' in my jeans."
George Lane for the Allans, and "I shore is yore man," answers
James Dunlop, for Senator Cochrane, "Montana Pete"; "I shore savey the
accepted the invitation, and carrying game. Tell yer w'ot. Jack. Lend us
the recommendation of the Sun River ten o' them bones an' I'll toss yer
Cattle Association, crossed over to w'ether yer gits yer ten back er I
Canada. takes the lot."
George Lane was an extremelv am- If you've never been a cow-puncher,
bitious 3^oung man of remarkable perhaps you'll think I'm yarning, but
character — all legs and arms and grit. I assure vou I'm not. A cowbov with
—;
A. A. ALLAN
When he was a small kid back at home, During the Indian war in Montana,
he picked two sacks of maple seeds Lane played his little part, receiving
which he sold for ten dollars, real as a reward for his services $2,800 in
money; this money he converted into vouchers. This he delivered to his
two calves, the foundation of his mother, who promptly took them to
present enormous cattle business. To- the bank to be cashed and deposited.
day his cattle are numbered by the The banker was evidently a Spaniard,
thousand, and in addition to his half or a Jew, or a "Get- Rich-Quick-Schem-
interest in the Bar U, he owns a small er." He looked over the vouchers and
ranch of lO.OOO acres south of Bassano, sadly shook his head. Then he \vrung
the "Flying E" Ranch at Willow his hands, spoke touchingly of the
Creek, and other trifling properties. hard times brought on by the war,
At the "Flying E" he has a summer and with real tears in his eyes, mur-
home, and generally spends part of mured. "My tear ledy; my tear ledy;
each year there with the family. vhy do you bring dese pepers to me ?
Mr. Lane doesn't always crease his I am a poor man I haf no money
; I ;
trousers, and his hat is the same old haf no credit; the very most von could
Stetson that he has worn since "way offer for tese vould be eightv cents on
—
back" I don't dare say how long. ter tollar, and even then, I am near
Perhaps he doesn't know himself. bring mysel' to te pankruptcy court."
His pepper-and-salt, long-tailed cut- Mrs. Lane took the eightv cents on
away is known from the Coast to the the dollar, thinking it was all she could
'Peg. His is a picturesque figure; get, but George Lane's bovish en-
an attractive personalitv; a double- thusiasm remained undaunted; he felt
barrelled, back-action, high-pressure, that he was on a fair way to becoming
electrical dynamo at full speed a living ; a millionaire; that he was in a class
example of perpetual motion, mental, with Carnegie, Rockefeller, Hetty
physical and corporal; a six-foot giant Green, and Morgan.
with tow-colored hair and the smile •
W^hen the Allans began to ship cat-
of a of charity.
sister His skin is tle, having meantime equipped their
tanned the color of a saddle, or a ships to handle them, other ranchers
sorrel horse, and his voice rumbles like followed suit. Upon the initiation of
a big, bass drum. these long trans-continental shipments,
He's the boss on the ranch, there's the question of watering the cattle
no doubt about that. When Harbeck upon the lournev was one of the most;
and I were taking pictures of his serious difficulties to contend with.
thoroughbred stock at the Bar U. The cattle, having been used to pure;
we felt like two kids "playing hookey" water from the mountain streams,'
from school. refused to drink the condensed and stale \
"No," he'd yell. "No, that won't water served on railroad and shipboard,
do at all, at all. Don't take it from and the shippers soon saw that some-
thar. Don't you see the ground rises thing had to be done to remedy it.
thar ? Come over hyar. I want it From Calgary to Liverpool the dis-
taken from hyar". Or again he'd say: tance is, approximately, 6,500 miles,:
"T want that thar hill to show up. and the price that beef brought uponj
Don't take that off hoss he don't — delivery at Liverpool and London de-
look good to-day," etc., etc., and T pended altogether upon the manner I
want to tell you when it comes to in which the animals were handled
picturesque, expressive lamjuaf^e, his upon the journey, the food they got
education has not V)een ne<^lected. and the water served. Otherwise their
He has graduated with honors in cow- conditi' nand weight were inadequate
purchers' lini/o; holds a sheenskin from to cover payments to the shippers,
the University of Hard Knocks; a the railroad and the steamship not —
testimonial from the Colle""e ^^f Real su^ciert to justify the industry.
Life —has "walked the hosoitals" of Now, T know something about these
NORMAN RANKIN 331
earlv methods of cattle shipment by animals became tired, and fell down,
steamship from Montreal. Montreal rollingfrom side to side or slipping
was my home; I went to school there; backwards and forwards, and when
got licked there; fell in love there, and in this condition, like the human being,
then wandered away. And my first they lost all inclination to eat.
wandering was as a cattle tender on I had thought that their legs were
one of the eld Allan Line boats. fitted with double-action reversible
When the cattle began to come springs; that their back-bones were of
aboard on mv first trip, they seemed cast steel; that their stomachs were
to methe wildest, toughest, craziest, india rubber lined and indestructible;
most untamablethings that ever but now, in the storm, it was different.
crossed my path. They were dirty They appeared made of guttapercha
and sullen from their long boxcar ride or pliable wire, and would crumple up
across the continent; they raced pell- into corners and close their eyes; they
mell up the narrow gangway from the failed to resent a telling kick in the*
wharf to the vessel, slipping, sliding ribs, and never even raised a whimper
and slopping across the greasy decks, when prodded in the shins. Of course
bellowing, struggling and smelling. they lost weight, couldn't eat, wouldn't
The longshoremen prodded them in drink; they didn't represent paying
the ribs with sharp sticks, and they propositions.
moaned; the cattle tenders kicked them The Allans realized that; the cattle-
in the slats and they groaned; while men realized that, and the shippers
the crew and the balance of the cattle realized it. Co-operation on the part
tenders herded them roughlv forward of all concerned was necessar\' to save
into the temporary wooden stalls the day; so the cattlemen and the rail-
which were to serve them for state- way men and the steamship men and
rooms on the voyage. the shippers got together to itnprove
conditions and better business. And
Oh ! the steer, the steer, the beautiful it has improved ever\' year since; in
steer.
spite of hard ^vinters and low prices,
KickingtJie flies from the point of
the business was brought to the point
his ear.
where it was profitable, and the ac-
Flapping his tail in his frolicsotne glee.
commodations for the animals made
Hop tying about like a Snake River flea; adequate and comfortable.
Bellowing,
Amongst the earliest ranchers were
Roaring,
many farm boys from Eastern Canada
Filling tJie
Thundering along.
air n'ith his steer- i-cal song.
— Ontario. Old cattlemen have told
me that they could name twentv such
Till the rumble aiui luheeze of his lung-
bo3's who came west a score of vears
laden pits.
ago on salaries of from $39 to $40 a
Scares gophers and badgers and wolves
month who are to-dav worth from
into fits;
$25,000 to 8100.030. while the names
To me, there is nothing on earth half of the Americans are legion.
so dear
Pat Bums is one; the McHugh
As the long-horned.
brothers. Stimson, George Lane, are
Slim-bodied,
others.
Canadian steer.
It took Lane seven years to branch
As cattle tender, I had some forty out in business for himself, and in '91,
cattle to look after, to feed, to water, in company A^th his present manager,
to Ijed. The hay was stacked in bales Herbert Miller, we find him buying
nearby, and the water we drew from and shipping cattle into British Col-
large tanks, specially filled for that umbia. Then he went to work with
:)urpose. It was all right going down Pat Bums for a while. Later, still
he river, and when the weather was in company -vs-ith Miller, he passed over
ine, but when we got out to sea, and into Montana and purchased some
*hp wind came up strong, all the powers 3,000 horses, which he drove into
'nrkness seemed let loose. The Canada. Thev located on the "Y. T."
332 THE BOSS OF THE BAR U
Ranch on Willow Creek, Little Bow- They sat back in their chairs and
River, and remained there until driven motioned the waiter to fill up the
out by the incoming wheat grower. glasses; they smiled, and nodded at
Lane still owns this ranch, which is, one another good-humoredly they;
perhaps, his favorite property. It is, didn't think Lane had the money.
at least, with members of his family, But they reckoned without their
and in summer is open house to all. guest; they forgot the manner of man
For comfort, its picturesque resi- he was. Then and there, he "just dug
dence house makes one remember down into his jeans" and came up
the original shack-residence of Manager with $50,000.
Stimscn at Bar U. Outside, it was "It has alius been my rule in life,"
a rough log hut, inside a haven of rest said Mr. Lane, afterwards, "to be pre-
—
and comfort an Oriental hall of pared for an emergency, and so I went
luxury and elegance. Stimson's into this intervu' with my rope un-
friends were legion; everyone that knew slung 'case some steer w'd stampede.
the Allans and was going west, secured I was prepared to do business. When
a letter of introduction to the genial I suggested so much down and the
manager of the Bar U, and so delight- balance upon signing the deeds, I
ful must have been their stay, that know'd it w'd take two weeks to git
when they moved on, back came a the deeds ready, and that in that
present — a token of friendship —
at time, with the ranch as my hitchin'
firstopportunity. Pottery fromEgypt, post, I could easily raise the money.
brasses from India, temple cloths from —
Yew can't bluff a cowboy men trained
Japan and China, and the thousand to dominate all living things around
and one countless little ornaments 'em."
and trinkets that "world-roamers" The following year, Messrs. Lane,
pick up carelessly as they pass by, Ironsides & Fares went into the horse
decorated its rooms. Such a collec- business in earnest, bringing in first-
tion of Indian work has perhaps not class breeds from across the line.
since been seen in the west. Great Britain and France, till to-day
But the lure of Cuba and Sir William it is conceded that the Bar U has the
Van Home spirited Stimson away, and finest collection of Percheron mares
the call of the tropics held him. Mex- and stallions, not only in Canada, but
ico is his hom_e now, but the cattle on the Continent. These horses George
business is yet his business. Lane has picked out himself in fre-
—
In '92, George Lane now thorough- quent trips to Great Britain and
ly grown up — with his partner, Gordon France, and that he knew how to pick
Ironsides, went down to Montreal to the best was demonstrated recently
negotiate with the Allans for the pur- when the French Government sent,
chase of the Bar U. The Allans asked and offered him $5,000 for the return
$250,000, Lane offered $220,000. The of a certain stallion purchased last
Allans invited George to dine at the summer.
St. James' Club, and George went. Mr. Lane has built up a show-ring
They dined in evening clothes, and at and breeding reputation for his blacks
8.30. They had "severial" drinks, and greys that other breeders may
and then some more drinks. Then well be jealous of. Who would have
the waiter brought in cigars, and Lane thought, five years ago, that a Percheron
felt it was time to talk further business. breeder in Alberta could go to one of
They fenced and sparred and bluffed the leading horse shows in America
for a good half hour, but eventually and carry off the prize as Mr. Lane
the Allans, upon repeated offers from did, from such veterans of the Percher-
their guest, looked at one another, on show-rings as marshalled their
laughed, and said, "All right, George, entries for the fray at the Alaska-
you can have it at that, but $50,000 Yukon- Pacific Exposition during its
down, and the balance upon signing opening weeks? The success of the
the deeds. You can have it at that, Lane stud on that occasion is one of
George." the highest tributes yet paid to the
RONDEAU 333
excellence of the horses that constitute but what of it ? Why
should the pur-
the Bar U establishment. Professor chaser pay S2,000 for a mare when it
W. L, Carlyle, head of the University can be bought for S 1,000 or SI, 200,
of Idaho, said, in this connection, or $3,000 for a staUion when it can be
that "Lane had thirteen head of the purchased for $1,700 or $2,000 ? I
finest Percherons that he had seen at made enemies and lost sales at first,
any of the fairs he had attended either but eventually, and so soon as dealers
on the Pacific or Middle Western knew my principle, the sales increased."
States." Nearly a thousand blooded horses
At the Spokane Interstate Fair are cared for at the Bar U, of which
during this past summer, Lane's stud 400 odd are mares. To the present,
repeated the success gained at Seattle, only stallions have been sold.
causing much comment in the United If I want to borrow money, or get
States, and wide publicity for Alberta. advice or sympathy, I make a bee line
Mr. Lane sells his stock only for George Lane's Calgary shack at
direct to the purchaser, that is, he the corner of Fourth Avenue and
allows no middleman. Fourth Street, West, for though he
"I want to sell myhorses, of course," is extremely busy, he has always time
he told me, "but I want to sell them to spare for his friends, and his heart
at a fair price to the purchaser, and is big enough to put aside his own
not at one-third or one-half more cost affairs and listen to theirs.
to him, into the pocket of the middle- Here's to you, George Lane, here's
man. It is true that by sticking to to you May your
! shadow never
this principle I have lost many a sale, grow less.
RONDEAU
BY T. A. DALY
before. For an instant he stared at "I will give you the storj' as Morton
me in his curious, penetrating fashion, told it to me, as nearly as possible in
and then said abruptlv : his own words. If you could have
" 'I will tell 3'ou 'the truth—why seen the narrator as I saw him, Suther-
should I not, as you are to be mysuc- land, his dark wild eyes ablaze with
cessor ? I became the owner of this excitement, his slender form quivering
estate through just such an agency in ever\' muscle as he emphasized each
as you speak of —
a mysterious com- word with frantic gestures of his bony
munication with the dead.' hands, you could not have doubted
"He paused, and I gazed at him in his earnestness, whatever your opinion
silence. Had the man gone suddenly might have been regarding the truth
insane ? His thin features worked
convulsively, and his long, bony fingers
clutched the edge of the table, with
of the tale.
*****
It ran as follows
feverish energ\' as he bent over and cold night in Xpvember. Under the
brought his phantom-like visage close black infinite sk\' that night there was
to mine. not a creature more absolutely friend-
" 'You start, you think I have taken less than I. Between me and starva-
leave of my senses,' he said hurriedly, tion there rested very little money, a
'but I swear before high heaven that crude idea of color, some talent in
my mind is as calm, as evenly balanced drawing, and a resolute will to become
as your own. Come with me to my a successful painter. I was in search
bedroom, and I vnll show you evidence of a studio. All that I needed was a
in the shape of the greatest picture garret with a northern light, and this
I have ever painted —
my masterpiece, I stumbled upon in an obscure quarter
the canvas into which I have put my of the city. It was difficult to induce
heart and soul —
the one connecting the miserable old Italian who kept
link between the unknown world and the pawnbroker's store below to let
myself.' me have the room. He wanted to
"He sprang to his feet and rushed thrust me into ever\^ nook in the old
out of the room. Following him building but that garret —
the ver\''
through a spacious corridor I entered one that was necessary' to me. The
his bed chamber. Immediately over man was old, T\-ith little piercing black
the mantel-piece there hung a large eyes, skin like a piece of parchment,
picture covered with som.e fleecy drap- and a nose and chin that almost met.
ery, through which I could see the Greed of the most rapacious and re-
faint outlines of a dead woman lying pelling kind was stamped on every
upon a velvet pall. Without
raising line of his face. I offered him a
the curtain that concealed the picture. month's rent in advance, and the
Morton thrust his hand under it, and sight of the money finished the bar-
grasping some letters that were put gain. He signed the receipt with
into the frame, hurried me out of the his trembUng skeleton claws. His
room again and back to our table name was Giuseppe Magliani.
in the library. Having procured possession of my
" 'I need these,' he' said, seating room. I proceeded to explore it. It
himself and placing the letters before was large, square and gloomy to deso-
him, 'to complete the histor\' of the lation. A dim light struggled in from
picture which 3'^ou saw just now.' the upper window through the dirt
" 'But I did not see it,' I interposed, and grime of ages. The dingy boards
I scarcely had time to glance at it were full of cracks and holes; the old
hrough the curtain.' black rafters concealed an army of
" 'I did not intend that you should,' spiders, and the immense festoons of
e returned gravely. 'That picture webs were so ingeniously contrived
? for my eyes alone. When I die, it as to call forth a species of admiration.
ill vanish \^-ith me. You vAM under- An old wooden bedstead leaned up
stand why, when I have told you its against the wall in one comer; in
!
history.' another reclined a broken-backed
330 MORTONS MASTERPIECE
chair. An open fire-place yawned there pressed a hypnotic force upon
before me, suggestive of possibilities my unwilling senses, commanding me
of genial warmth, but there was no to arise, to challenge the spirit of dark-
fuel, and my funds were at too low ness which inhabited that lone apart-
an ebb to permit of my purchasing ment with me.
any. It was necessary for me to hus- Reluctantly, even as a drunkard
band my slender resources with jealous awakes from slumber, I arose and
care, lest the grim spectre of starvation staggered to the mantel-piece, where
which hovered in the background I had left a candle and some matches.
should seize me in its grisly grip. As I groped along the floor my hand
Ten o'clock had just chimed from came in contact with something which
a distant steeple when I threw myself felt like drapery. I recoiled with a
on the bed and tried to sleep. It was start, recalling to myself the utter
bitterly cold, and the one blanket that bareness of the room when I went to
covered me was thin and ragged. bed. Cautiously I stretched my hand
Outside, the wind howled mournfully, out again. It encountered a hard
and sharp gusts shook the crazy win- substance, a square beam of wood,
dows and swept through the room; with folds of cloth hanging about it.
my chilled bones ached dismally, and For an instant I stood appalled, my
I lay shivering and wide awake for breath coming in short gasps. I
several hours. rubbed my eyes vigorously, wondering
All at once I became conscious of a if Iwere walking in my sleep. At last
'singular numbing sensation which my trembling hand found the much
•crept gradually over me. A
delicious desired candle and I struck a match.
warmth spread itself about me, crept As the feeble glimmer of light shone
into my lungs and relieved the dull out in the darkness I looked eagerly
oppression on my chest. I wondered around. Before my startled eyes the
vaguely if I had passed through the garret appeared in all its old time
preliminary tortures of freezing, and bareness, desolate, cold and forbidding.
had entered upon the fatal stage of There was no article of furniture in
numbness which is said to precede view which would account for the
death in such cases. Yet I was not beam and drapery which my hand had
afraid. I fancy that my feelings encountered.
were like those of a morphine fiend Was it had slept and
possible that I
who yields himself to the soothing dreamed .of I had heard
this thing ?
influence of the drug he loves. If of cases where men, half awake, had
death was to come, why, it could not undergone strange hallucinations.
come easier. I had never before ex- Perhaps this was such a case I blew !
perienced so thoroughly the bliss of out the candle and went back to bed.
non-resistance —the sinking to rest No sooner had I stretched my limbs
under the thrall of a subduing power. on the wretched mattress than I sunk
Suddenly, however, there intruded on into a deep slumber.
this sense of perfect peace an alien On the following morning I set up
influence, a false note in the harmony my out my colors, stretched
easel, laid
of angelic chords which seemed to my canvas, and tried to sketch the
permeate the atmosphere. / felt that outlines of a picture. Useless en-
there was something or somebody in the deavor ! My hand
seemed to have
room with me. lost its cunning,and after a few vain
This fancy troubled me so much attempts I desisted and went out for
that I became restless, distrustful, a walk. As I. passed through the
angry. Why could I not be allowed pawnbroker's store below I encountered
to lie supine and pass away into the my landlord.
great unknown peacefully ? Nothing "Just a moment, Mr. Magliani," I
mattered any more, the world and all said. "Would you mind telling me
its vain, foolish striving lay behind if some strange spirit haunts that
me; I had practically ceased to exist. garret which you have rented to me?"
Yet insistent, dominant, all powerful. I spoke in a jovial, careless tone,
GEORGE T. PARDY 337
but the Italian turned deathly pale. gust of indignation swept through my
"There's no necessity for you to get veins. Was I a child, a fool, to be
scared," I said. "I was only referring played with in this fashion ? Was my
to the ghost of a table or couch, or Italian landlord trying to frighten
something in the furniture line. I me in some way for some obscure
could almost swear that when I got reason of his own ?
out of bed last night I felt two posts I plunged forward boldly, resolved
of wood in the middle of the room, to grasp this mystery, whatever it
with some kind of drapery- about them." was. and bring it to the light. My
Magliani muttered something under hand closed on the beam, a good
his breath, but made no definite reply, strong grip, and I pulled with a will.
and I went out into the street. I had But it would not move, strain as I
almost convinced m3'self that my ex- might. Either it was too heavy or
periences of the previous night were it was fastened to the floor. My
due to the unsettled state of my nerves, hand touched the folds of cloth, and
and my strange surroundings. But I realized that they extended for sev-
as the night fell I began to feel an odd eral feet. The beams of wood seemed
despondency settling down upon me. to support a few boards at the top.
I regained my garret, lighted my over which the cloth was spread. I
candle, and bustled about with an placed my hand on the top of the board,
attempt at cheer that was pitiably and jumped back with a start. The
abortive. It seemed impossible to very marrow of my bones froze.
fight against the cold and solitude Sobbing hysterically, confused and
that reigned in my lonely apartment. terror stricken, I retreated, reached
It made the blood congeal in my the wall, and grasping convulsively
veins, my teeth chatter in my head, at the mantel-piece, found the candle.
and I longed for the feeling of relief I lighted it with trembling hands,
I had known when that strange numb- and looked around me. There was
ness crept over my senses. The sad nothing to be seen save the aching
stillness of a churchyard seemed to bare desolation of my miserable gar-
lurk in every comer of the room, and ret chamber !
I was glad when the hour came for I sat up in the chair
all night, afraid
me to creep under my wretched blank- of I knew not what, not daring to again
ets. My delight may be imagined recline upon my
wretched pallet. On
when, after suffering an agony of cold, the following night I left mv candle
I felt suddenly again the soft, delicious burning, and felt nothing but the
warmth of the night before the tender — bitter cold, saw nothing but the bare
currents of air, the impalpable, car- room.
essing luxur}' of my former trance. I suffered so much with cold, dis-
I lay still, entranced, resolved not to appointment, and baffled curiositv
fight against the sway of the mys- that when night came again I resolved
terious power governed me
which to put away my candle. Supposing
even as the seductive odor of opium darkness to be necessarv for the solu-
subdues its slaves. Surely the realms tion of this mystery, I would lie in
of Paradise could offer no greater bed and permit the most Stygian
bliss than this ! obscurity to envelop me. Yet, when,
But suddenly, breaking in upon my upon shivering for a time, I felt sud-
•lelicious dream, there came the odd denly the familiar warmth creep over
sense of a strange adverse influence me, the luxurious atmosphere invade,
m the room. There was something my mouth and nostrils, I trembled.
present, something intangible, but none A nameless terror gripped me, chill
the less insistent, commanding me to after chill stole up my back, my hair
arise. tumbled wearilv out of mv
I seemed to rise upon my head. Again
bed, groped about the floor, and felt I felt the inexorable power command-
sharp chill shoot through my heart
t
ing me to rise, and, as though forced
as my hand touched a drapery of forward by an irrestible hand, I got
cloth covering a beam of wood. A out of my bed and staggered across
:VAs MORTON'S MASTERPIECE
llie floor. Some intuitive instinct for my own forever. From the mo-
warned me to use no haste, to move ment of my decision new life seemed
silently. reached the drapery, and
I to have entered into me. Day after
extended my handalong the substance day I lingered at my work, day after
wliich it covered. Suddenly the drap- day the picture grew, until at last her
ery came to an end. My hand dropped fair face shone resplendent on the
an inch and touched a face colder canvas. A sweet pale face, the low
than a block of ice. brow shadowed with a cloud of golden
It was a dead body that drapery hair, a delicate sensitive mouth and
covered, and which lay upon those rounded chin, a slender graceful figure,
b(>ards in my room. rested on my easel. It was a master-
Now, I had known this the night piece —the great work of my life. I
before, I had realized the presence waited for the night with feverish
of the dead, but the shock of feeling eagerness, for I wanted to tell my
a tangible presence under my
hand pale, cold girl visitant all that I had
made my limbs .shake as though suf- done for her. I would whisper it
fering from ague. A
cold sweat broke abroad to the air above that ghostly
out on my forehead; I retreated to the pall. It might be that her wandering
mantel-piece and lighted the candle. spirit would hear and reply in some
There was nothing to be seen except wise.
the old rickety furniture of the apart- But when night came, for the first
ment, and I cursed myself for my time since my occupancy of the garret,
cowardice. I found myself alone in the dark.
It is said that time cures allthings, My hand wandered in vain for the
even the menace of fear, and so it familiar draperyit had vanished with
;
those still, small hands. She was the evening I called upon Mr. Delavan
only woman I had ever loved, and yet as requested. I found him to be a
I did not even know her name. She helpless invalid, whose letter had not
could not tell me, for she was dead, exaggerated the seriousness of his con-
with all her cold loveliness lost to dition. But still I steadily refused to
me forever. listen to his proposition in regard to
One day the following letter was purchasing my masterpiece. He en-
delivered to me : treated me to name my own price,
Eagle Hotel, Xew York, N. Y. stating that he was wealthy, possessed
Mr. Louis Morton. of a large estate in New Orleans, and
—
Dear Sir, Understanding that your able to recompense me in princely
Academy "A Vision," number
picture, fashion. Finding that I was resolved
114, the property of the artist, I
is to remain obdurate, he was silent for
Avould beg the honor of an interview a few moments, and then said :
portance to me, I entreat ^'ou to visit "Then you are determined to sacri-
me at my
hotel this evening. If you fice the few short days remaining to
see fit to grant my
request. I will re- me of my wretched life," he cried
member the favor with feelings of bitterlv. "I have not slept a single
ntense gratitude to mv
dying day, hour since I looked upon your paint-
vhich my physician tells me is very ing, yet vou refuse to relieve my agonv
'lose at hand. by replying to such simple questions."
Yours sincerelv, "Since you insist," I said, touched
Andrew Delavan. by his frantic appeal, "I will answer
was not so thoroughly wrapped
I as you desire. But I warn you that
up contemolation of my
in the selfish I do not expect to be believed, and
'>wn unhapniness as to be deaf to the that you will look upon me as a mad-
earnest pathos of this appeal. That man when vou have heard all.
342 MORTON'S MASTERPIECE
"I cannot tell you who the original hand of Fate had marked me for
of my picture is. Her very name and another bitter trial, for in a little while
nationality are unknown to me. I my darling grew worse and died."
discovered her first in the dead of The old man's voice faltered, and
night, lying upon a raised wcoden he paused. took advantage of the
I
structure in the centre of a dark, momentary silence to ask a question
gloomy garret, and covered with some that his recital had awakened in my
kind of heavy drapery, I could not mind.
see her, I could only feel. She lay "Do you remember the name of
quite and motionless, for she was
still your Italian host ? " I inquired.
dead. That is the full extent of my "Perfectly; it was Giuseppe Mag-
"
knowledge regarding the original of Hani !
my painting. Since the picture was "Were you personally able to look
finished she has never revisited my after your daughter during her
"
ill-
lonely room. Now have told you
I ness ?
my secret, and you may pronounce "I was with her until she died.
me a liar, dreamer, madman, what Then I became ill, and was confined
you will." to bed while they prepared my child
He leaned forward and took my for her journey to our home. She
hands impulsively in his. had made me promise that I would
"I believe everything that you have bury her there, under the sunny south-
told me," he said earnestly. "What ern skies she loved so well. But before
are we, poor, weak, human atoms, they placed her in the coffin, I wa<^
that we should mock the mysteries taken to look my last upon her, and
of the shadowland that borders on the as Heaven is my judge, I swear that
grave ? Listen in turn to my storv, as she lay there on her velvet shawl,
and you understand why I should
-will even so she lies in your picture. The
wish to possess your work. Twenty lead girl whom some unknown power
years ago my wife died at our New caused you to create in your painting
Orleans home, leaving me alone on is the exact image of my daughter
earth save for my little daughter, Dorothy. Can you wonder any longer
Dorothy. On her I lavished all the why I wish to possess that portrait ? "
affection of my bereaved heart. She "No," I responded; "you shall have
grew into beautiful, gracious woman- the picture."
hood, but she was always a delicate I left the hotel with my brain whirl-
flower, and at length her health became ing confusedly, amazed, almost ao-
so bad that on the advice of her doctor palled by what I had heard. The
I took her away, with the intention man Magliani, my sinister host, for
of spending the hot summer months that he was the same Italian mentioned
in the north. Six years ago we em- in Mr. Delavan's story I could not
barked for Montreal. I was in hopes doubt; what was his secret, the secret
that the sea voyage would benefit my which caused him to cringe at the
child, but from the day we left New sight of my t' '"ure, and flee from the
Orleans she grew steadily worse. When house ? 11. barely whispered the
'
in that hotel —
has he vowed to have ance of the terrified Magliani, was
revenge on me ? Does he know that easily accomplished, and father, mother
"
I stole the body of his daughter ? and child now rest side by side. The
Weak as I was from the lack of old man begged me
not to leave him,
sufficient food and the strain under and, as you know, I complied with his
which I had labored, the strength of request. It will not be long before I,
a giant seemed to animate me for an too, must pass away, and I trust to
instant. I seized the Italian by the you to see that I am laid in the same
throat and shook him furiously. grave.
"You
ried.
thief —you hell-hound
"Tell me where you have bur-
!
" I
ied her before I strangle you. Her "Such was Morton's story," said
father knows nothing, but I —
I have Delavan. "He died just three weeks
surprised your secret, and mean to after the night on which he narrated
learn all." it to me. The picture disappeared;
"You are a magician, a devil," he when I found him dead in his bed one
easped, as I released my hold on him. morning, I saw that it no longer hung
— —
You ^you ^brought the dead back over the mantel. Whether he des-
cxnd put her in a picture. But I did troyed it, or it was spirited away by
—
not hurt her she was dead, and the some mysterious agency, I am not
dead cannot feel. I was poor, and prepared to say. Speaking for my-
the body was bright with jewels. self, I can only admit that I was con-
The shawls were worth a lot of money, foundedly glad that it was gone,
too. And she was fair, ah, so fair, to masterpiece though it was. Morton's
look upon. I knew secrets of em- tale had shaken my belief in the non-
—
balming I had followed the trade existence of the supernatural for the
in my own countr}^ and her beauty time being, anyhow, and I was ready
did not fade after I had exercised my to accept either explanation. As a
arts upon her. I sent the coffin, matter of fact, I was extremely anxious
weighted and well packed, to her to sell the whole estate, and get back
I kept for many
home.'^-^But the bod}' north as soon as I could. I did so,
months, and when all was silent, in and here I am. But what's your
the dead of night I used to seek the candid opinion of the whole business?"
garret and feast my eyes upon her Sutherland pufTed a couole of clouds
loveliness. Then I grew afraid — of smoke into the air before reolying.
afraid the creeping shadows and
of "What's the use of hazarding an
phantom voices that sighed and wailed opinion one way or the other on such
in my ears. Also I feared discovery, matters ? " he said. "Since I've been
^or I had enemies, signor, who would in the newspaper game I've learned
lave betraved me to the law had they that it isn't always the most plausible
known. Therefore I removed the shawl yarns that contain the largest propor-
and gems, and buried her myself in tion of sacred truth. On the other
'he yard behind my house. I placed hand, an apparently monstrous, utter-
it in a casket, that her spirit might ly unbelievable fake sometimes turns
not be wroth because of lack of care. out to be the sterling gospel news
Also I had masses said for her soul. item of the day. When it's so hard
Till you came all was well, but now to distinguish between the false and
T know no peace, and fear greatly the true in everyday life, I think it's
vengeance of her spirit and the old asking a little too much of a mere man
man her father." to pronounce on the accuracy of
'
There is little more to tell. When information supposed to have been
•Vndrew Delavan heard from my lips transmitted by spectral means. After
of the theft of his daughter's body, all, what does it matter whether this
his anger against the miserly Italian gruesome narrative was a fantasy of
v.'as submerged in the desire to remove poor Morton's constrained brain, or
the remains of his child to her child- was derived from a genuine ghostly
lir.r.ri'c home. This, with the assist- visitation ? At all events, he managed
344 THE CAMPFIRE
to produce a masterpiece of art which Delavan easily. "But a mystery of
gave him a certain amount of melan- that kind naturally arouses a fellow's
choly satisfaction, and seems to have curiosity. I suppose we're all of us
pleased your worthy uncle. Both of more or less victims of the habit of
"
them got something out of the deal, 'wanting to know.'
and in the final shuffle of the cards Sutherland grinned sardonically.
you drew trumps. I can't see any "We are, old chap," he said, "but there
reason why you should worry over is a whole bunch of perplexing prob-
the occult part of the affair." lems destined to remain unsolved
"Oh, I'm not worrying," rejoined on this side of the jumping-ofif place."
THE CAMPFIRE
BY SARA H. BIRCHALL
,
f %ti^^/j,j/^A//\
TKc Petcrdact^^l
By ^V. r>. E a t or\
Illustrations loy Mlswor iK Yound
XIGGER with a dark lantern long-titude, or latitude. A man in
anywhere else, we'd just go and git it. in it an' it's got a better temper and
"I fell over it wunst, when the Old a louder voice. Besides,' says he,
Man sent me up to capture the Windigo. 'It's bigger, and it don't cry. An'
I got that Windigo, too, but it escaped ye can cover every barn on the hull
on the way down, an' it's loose -some- circuit with pictures of it. Bill, twicet
where in the north woods now. It's life size,' says he, 'put up,' he says,
'with starch paste.'
"So I overhauls my
stock of explorer's
boots, and went from
Vancouver by sea down
to South Amurrickv,
crossin' No Man's Land
to Cape Horn, where I
packs my boots and
wild animile traps on
dawg-sledges acrost the
Straits of Magenta, jest
as the ant-arc-tick win-
ter is closin' down and
the sun is sinkin' up in
the north beyond the
equator.
"My train is made up
of hardy hillmen from
;:^ the highlands of Brazil
— about a hundt-rd o'
them. About two hun-
derd bolo-throwers from
the pampas o' Vene-
zooela, a buncha trap-
tenders from Gotte-
malla, and a boss cook.
Explorers always eat
their boots last, so when
we drives on the lot on
the other sida the Straits-
of Magenta, we gets the
canvas up and cooks
a messa pemmican,
savin' our boots against
the hardships
the of
"she was dish-faced, an' a sight, an' she pulls off the mistake of
her blubbery life when she comes into the firelight south, soon be en- to
TO PUT THAT ELOPEMENT PROPOSITION ACROST" One of the
countered.
a kinduva cross between a Banshee men bolos a few pen-jewins and a
an' a Peterdactyl. albatross, and after we eats, we crawls
" 'Nemmine, Bill,' says the old Man, inta our sleepin'-bags, overcome with
when I got in and reported the loss. exhaustion from the long journey
'Letter go,' he says. 'I changed my acrost them icy straits, and falls asleep
mind about it,' says he, 'while you was tillmornin'.
away. I got a supply of explorers' "But the' ain't no mornin'. In-
boots fer ye,' he says, 'and you're off steada that, it's as black as the inside
to the south pole to-day to capture of a cow, and'halfa mv men tries to
"an' I UPS an' fires back an' of all the SKY-SHAKIN' BELLERS I EVER HEARD,
THAT WAS THE BIGGEST!"
desert, takin' parta the dawgs and "You could hear them fish a mile
sledges. I puts this down mth a iern off. betcha it was at least two
I'll
hand, as the feller says, and we pene- years since they'd bin swimmin'. They
trates the solitary^ voids of the ant- was froze solud too, but no frost could
arc-tick cawntinent fer about a week, hold that perfewm down. It fair
maybe, but you could only guess about bruised the climate. And whaddva
that, it was so dark, and gettin' think ?
darker all the time. "He explained that they wan't fit
"Well, anyhow. We comes to a to eat till they was that way.
little country.' town after we've bin " 'Anyhow,' says he, 'you don't
on the road maybe seven or eight eat the smell. And,' he says, 'they
sleeps, and the mayor comes out to ain't got no call over the codfish vou
meet us. He's a little bituva fat man, geezers up north thinks so much of.'
an' his name is Igloo. He has a dozen "And I guess he had me there. So
of his wives an' a swarma childern I hands him out a slab of chawin'
with him, and what does he do but tobacka an' he eats it up an' calls fer
up and try to start a graft. Politics more, and I give him a dozen pieces.
is the same, wherever you' find 'em. He deals 'em out among his ^v-ives,
"He wants to collect a explorer's an' they swallers them and goes loco,
boot apiece fer toll on ever\' man in and begins to sing and dance like thev
my expedition, or else he'd raise the was soused. And one o' them, a big
hey-reub and drive us back to where lumpa fat, she throws her arms around
we come from. But I pulls my pocket- me and wants to elope. Say !
gun an' fetches down a flyin' pen- "She was dish-faced, and a sight.
jewin, jest to show what I can do, and They'd lit a fire of blubber and pine-
then he backs down and offers to let tops, so's we can all see each other.
us go on if I'll give him the gun. I'm a decent married man, an' no
" 'Gun nawthin',' I says, 'but,' says woman on the face o' the yearth can
I, 'I'll trade ye some chawin' tobacka make a monkey of me, but that one
fer some fresh fish,' I says. pulls oflf the mistake of her blubber^--
"He grumbles a little, but finally life when she comes into the firelight
he sends one of his hench-men fer some to put that elopement proposition
fish, and Sav! aero St. She had a bearskin dress on,
347
—
348 THE PETERDACTYL
and I guess she'd wore it longer'n the his breath caught and he blew up.
bear had, and the diet in that country Sech is the evils of intemprunce, my
bein' prinsply blubber and south pole
duck, she — —Excuse me, son
- !
son.
"The whales in the ant-arc-tick sea
"But she thinks she's a society belle, has bin discovered by the professors
an' she comes at me simperin'. of ornitho-rink-thology to be identical
" 'O, you geek says she, 'if you'll
!
'
with the Leviathan of the Deep re-
gimme another hunka that there choco- ferred to in Holy Writ. The whale
late cake I'll shake this boob of a that swallad Jonah was one o' them
mayor right here and now, and you're a stray. They're so big that the na-
it f ermine.' tives that ketch 'em has to use com-
"And with that she slides down on mon whales fer bait.
the black snow, dead to the world with "Well, all this time I'm approachin'
the eflfecta that tobacka. An' that the hantsa the Peterdactyl.
mayor ain't overlookin' nawthin'. "This strange wonder of the frozen
" 'Come over here,' says he, drawin' south is about the size an' heft of a
me aside. 'I seen ye,' he says, 'but I hippopotaymus, but it's very timid
don't want no scandal, an' I guess we unless driven to bay or wownded,
can fix things up.' preferrin' usually to escape by the
"Would you believe it, son, he tries means nacher has provided fer that
to work the badger game on me. Puts purpose. These are three in number,
it up that I'd bin tryin' to git that that is to say : It has hind legs like
wifa his to run away with me, an' a kangaroo and front legs like a jack-
drugged her so's I could carry her off rabbit, so that it can jump from floe
before .she could come to. Offers to to floe across the ant-arc-tick ice, or
patch it up an' ferget it if I'll give him run like a scared deer over the inter-
jest one paira boots. Then he comes minable wastes of the ant-arc-tick
down to one boot, and I'm so mad I snow. And it has web-feet which act
—
give it to him in the face, accordin' as snow-shoes on the land, or flippers
to jew-jitsoo; an' he went to the snow, in the water, enablin' it. to walk or
makin' a noise like a fried sausage. swim with equal facilty an' ease.
"I was sorry about that afterwards. Also, it is a animile of the mar-soop-yal
I felt maybe I'd been too harsh with fambly, havin' a pouch in front into
hiim, fer he didn't know no better, an' which it can crawl to conceal itself.
anyhow, he didn't git a chance to And third and lastly, it has four wings,
graft on a caw-casian any too often, two forward and two back, composed
an' maybe I was to blame a little fer of bone frames with leather coverin',
lettin' that wife o' his talk to me at all. like the hippo-griff of ancient my-thol-
"We gets outa the place when they're ogy, with which it can soar when too
all asleep, and the next town we make closely pursued, and which when not
is on the shore o' the ant-arc-tick sea. in use are folded neatlv across its back.
The principal industry of that town "It reemarkable fer its sten-torian
is
is the whale fishery. They ketch the voice, which resembles the appallin'
whales fer the blubber, an' trade it fer sounda the savage instrument known
a native liquor made by the tribes to the natives of the South Sea Islands
further inland. This liquor is called as the bull-roarer. The use of this
hoo-che-noo, and it's distilled outa voice has a double purpose, each sep-
Iceland moss and pine cones. The's arate and distinct from the other: to
a fight in every drop of it, and a casa paralyze its prey, con-sistin' of pen-
jim-jams in every spoonful fer a — jewins, snow-gophers, and minks; and
white man.Every village has its to call its mate. It never emerges
own distiller, and I seen one o' these from its pouch save only by the light
distillers at another town that had of the Rory-Bory- Alice. And it covers
pickled himself at his own still, and its prey with saliva, and s wallers it in
he fell down an' went to sleep too near the dark.
the fire, and when he breathed strong "We're out fer maybe a hunderd
towards the fire an' then snored back. sleeps when I see the Rory-Bory- Alice
WILL. D. EATOX 349
begin to flicker
athwart the south-
ern sk\\ and havin'
provided myself
with a bull-roarer,
I begins to whirl
it and make a
noise like a Peter-
dactyl. And pretty
soon I hears one
answerin'. Cau-
tiously approachin'
in the direction of
thissound and con-
tinmn' to whirl my
bull-roarer at in-
:er\'als, I soon
makes out a dim
shape acrost the
snow-fields in a
attitude of listen-
in'. Jest then the
Rory-B ory- Alice
'every oncb in a wbilb i go off by mysblf and
flares up
high, and HAVB A SBCRBT OR-JBB"
the creacher, per-
ceivin' me. takes to ay-eerial flight in "The Rory-B ory- Alice is a-flashin'
the direction of a high colyum-like and a-flamin' all around us, makin'
object far to the south. the hull landscape as plain as day,
"Instantly I unslings my rifle, and and givin' me no chance to flop an*
takin' carefiil aim
not to injure it
so's hide, —
ner nawthin' ^and that en-
fatally, I brings it down with a shot fewriated curiosity bellerin' with pain
under the left hind wing. It scrambles and rage chasin' me round and round
to its feet immejutly, and emittin' a that there colyvun We keep a-goin'
!
question of the present age : the matter may appear to the million-
When is a servant ? And. in- aire, who enjoys the sweet immunity
cidentally, I am going to prove that of cash, and the sinecure who would be
we. as a free and democratic people, —
an independent swell ^yet how many
are greater slaves to our servants than of us are impervious to the veiled in-
we are to the food we eat. Why fear sults of the slighted menial in the white
the possibility of a wheat famine and shirt and sparrow jacket ? And how
a wholesale migration of the farmer to many of us must acknowledge that at
the cities when there is more likelihood some time, or many times, in our lives
of a general "walk-out" of the gradu- an impertinent waiter has been the
ates of the Culinary- Cult ? Of what cause of a very bad dinner ? And,
value will be the farmer and his wheat granting this to be true, can we con-
if we are deprived of the aproned gods scientiously call ourselves a free and
and goddesses of the delectable pastn^ ? liberty loving people ? Or are we
Ye silly and vain-glorious people, an- merely kings in bondage ? The -writer
swer me that ! of this diatribe has suffered, both at
Now, some of us, in fact, most of us. home and abroad, the tyranny of the
are deceived into thinking that a French garcon and the amazing impu-
flunkey is dressed up in brass buttons dence of the public servant all over
and broadcloth as a badge of his docil- Europe and in the larger cities of the
ity. But put not your faith in optical United States. To say the least, the
illusions and domestic mirages es- — ser\'ant has become an international
pecially if you happen to live in Am- nuisance as well as an indispensable
erica. For the servant is the Master, luxury —the betes noires of foreign
the Dictator, the Czar and Czarina of travel. And in America we are begin-
the cooking stove and the rest of man's ning to find the same conditions which
abode. we so greatly deplore when abroad.
Yes. we may be advancing in every America the new home of exported
I
other line of progress and mechanical and tyrannical menials and snobber\'l —
invention, but in the pride of our sup- Away back during the Middle Ages
po-sed strength we have become the tipping was first introduced as a means
victims of the scholarly valet and the of buying temporan* prestige by the
pedantic hand-maiden. The bravest "humble but moneyed gentn,' of trade."
tremble at the Addisonian tones of the To-day it is the middle class who do
princely butler. Behold the Franken- most of the tipping in England. It is
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352 WHEN IS A SERVANT ?
through the generous tipping of ser- tutelary gods of the sparrow jacket in
vants that the near elite hope to bridge the "swell" cafe, would, of course, only
the social gulf. In America tipping have the reverse effect of bringing one
has become a national mania without into the scorching glare of the outraged
sense of well-defined purpose —
if it is deity. To escape further malediction,
not to purchase a few minutes' peace. one must hastily empty his purse and
But, of course, one must travel quite permit the scornful flunkey to pick the
a bit before the immensity of this nuis- dollars and halves from the heap.
ance and national offense gradually You may then meekly pocket the re-
assumes true proportions in our con- mainder and reasonably expect to be
sciousness. The old saying, or supposi- addressed in a civil tone. You can
tion, that Americans are a long-suffer- also expect to get a fairly good fiambre,
ing race is very true, indeed. We pay a well-turned porterhouse or whatever
more for our servants and get less on the bill of fare meets with your
service from them. The men and delectation. But, as I was going to
women who make a yearly trip to the say, supposing you limited your tips
mountains or the seaside, because of from fifteen to twenty-five cents a
their seeming readiness to meet with meal. Multiply by twenty cents as
the constant demands of predatory your common average, three times
servants on their pocket-books, are three hundred and sixty-five times, and
rarely tempted to accept the role of you reach a total of $219 per year,
"kicker," for they seem to accept this enough to buy a piano for the daughter
added expense as a part of their yearly or send the boy off to a boarding-
outing. But let us view the matter school. And this is the price you pay
from another side. Suppose you are for being allowed to retain your self
largely dependent on the dining-car respect ! And this amount, if you are
and hotel for your food three hundred travelling abroad, or from point to
and sixty-five days in the year. Or, point, does not include tips to porters,
suppose you make as many as three bell hops, flunkies, chambermaids —
"tours" within a year, as a great num- and, if you happen to be in the southern
ber of Americans do. And suppose countries of Europe, the proprietor
you are called upon to tip the waiter himself, whose educated taste runs to
every time you sit down to a different gold francs and pound notes. Such
table, which is generally the case, even a tip extended to a dignitary is called
though you may have been a guest of a macaroni, a gift, a dispensation.
that hotel or cafe for a week. And Now that the turmoil of '"doing"
suppose, not being a multi-millionaire Europe is over, and I am again safe
or a second Croesus, you rebel and have at home, I can look back over the dizzy
the temerity to read the riot act to the paths of my wanderings as a tyro, and
proprietor —
what would be the result ? the mystery of some mishaps dissolve^
Gentle reader, I shudder to think of as dew before the sun. Why ? Listen
the results. Had you a pair of biceps and you will hear. Had I adjudged
as sinuous and mighty as those of Ajax every other person in Europe in public
himself, yet would I fain write your service, on trains or trams, highways,
pathetic epitaph. Willingly would I in hotels, gardens, parks, museums,
strew your grave with the garlands of art galleries, theatres and hierhalles
my admiration. Tenderly would I not above accepting a tip, I probably
proclaim to the world Here lies a
: would have seen more than I actually
brave man, a man who perished for a did, and enjoyed more of the smaller
—
noble cause but yet, 'tis sweeter to comforts of travel, as certainly I
live and dine now and then like a true would have been the recipient of many
gentleman than to die of starvation. more absent honors. In Germany
Or, supposing again, being a moder- they will crown you for a mark. In
ately stingy person, you must necessar- Italy they will make you feel like an
ily limit your tipping to the paltry sum escalloped oyster if you do not con-
of fifteen to twenty-five cents a meal. tribute liberally to that organization
This amount, cast at the feet of our known as the Flunkey's Trust, of
HORATIO LAXKFORD KING 353
which half the population are members. to wait, anyway?" replied the second.
In Switzerland they will "yodel" you And we "waiting" about the
are
into the wee hours of morn unless you servant problem in America, though
liberally tip the entire musical staff of meanwhile the shallows are widening.
servants at a mountain hostelry. Xot long ago I was informed by a Cali-
Even-where the haunted tourist may fornia lady that the members of her
flee he is met with the extended and family were actually compelled to add
open palm, the suave and smirking "Mr." to the given name of their Jap
smile, the glowering command, the butler, else be deprived of his valuable
cry of backsheesh. So incessant is this services as a menial in their household.
svstematic assault on your purse that The "Mr." was omitted, of course,
when you finally arrive at the shrine and they lost their Jap. And I know
of the Apollo Belvedere, in habit will of Southern people who taboo all refer-
'ou shy from the outstretched arms ences to the negro question in or near
f that beauteous lad and utter, "Et the presence of the vounger generation
tu, Brute ?
" And what thanks do of blacks for fear they may take
vou get ?Better service ? Emphat- offense and leave. "They
are shiftless
ically no. They may give us a hypo- enough," is the common
excuse, "but
critical genuflection, take our money I certainly would hate to be without
with an aristocratic air of boredom, servants entirely " In "Washington
1
then, when we are gone, they hang us I know of a man who doubled the salary
in efRg}'. of his cook in order to retain his august
But it is not in Europe alone that the services as chief dispenser in his kitchen.
servant question has assumed a serious One day his wife called him up at his
phase. In fact, it is in the United office by telephone. She was frantic.
States that we find ourselves stalked She excitedly informed him that Henr\'
by a peculiar and puzzling Xemesis. had given notice that he was going to
In Europe it is the public "servant" leave. Result husband spent the
:
who is the fly in the ointment. Here, greater part of the day absent from his
in America,we have our domestic own business tr}'ing to mollify the
difficulties as
well. In America we tyrannical lord of the spoon. "If he
are confronted by a "ticklish" condition had been my secretary," said this
singularly vital in its consequences gentleman hotly, "I would have let
because of our democratic leniencies the rascal go." Likewise was this
on all pertinent and personal affairs of man's w4fe compelled to give jewellery
life. We have cultivated the confusing and gov.-ns to her maid as a sort of
habit of treating most things as a joke extra fee. "You see, we brought her
— to be corrected later or ignored en- over here from France, and America
tirely, from the discover^' of the Xorth has turned her head. She might run
Pole to the proper use of a white tie away and get married any day, for she
and Prince Albert coat. Yet, at the is exceptionally nice-looking."
-ame time, the mere tendency to call In England the domestic servant is
:i spade something else other than a by far a more orderly and valuable
;arming implement does not do away adjunct to the home. Moreover, the
^\•ith the perils of an indifferent atti- English servant is an adept at his voca-
tude. Or, as an Englishman said to tion. The English butler, generally
me : You Americans are not socially the presiding vicerov of the establish-
a compact force, but extremely erratic, ment, is a sort of human thermos
therefore socially unreliable. But re- bottle offsetting the mercurial changes
L^^ardless of the Britisher's opinions of in the temperatures of the servant's
us, and certain erratic peculiarities, pantry. The average Englishman
we are not indifferent by nature. To would as lief interfere \^-ith the affairs
the contrary, we are like the two Irish- of the Cabinet as to brave this flunkey
men floating about the turbulent plenipotentiary in his own fastnesses.
Dosom of the Atlantic on a piece of But it is an inherited trait of the Eng-
mast. One suggested praying for Divine lish servant to serve and to serve well
siuror "But. faith, and won't we have and with dignity. In America the
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354 WHEN IS A SERVANT ?
would have ruined his character, and waiter with the Emperor William
without his "character" he would not mustache, the gum shoes, the mushy
have been able to procure another smile, the reinforced nerve and the
position. It becomes a knotty sub- insinuating airs. Revenge is surely
ject when you question the ethics of his, for what do these vulgar,
this, but the underlying principle is these gauche Americans know about
not bad. For such a custom tends cooking? Bah! A shrug. Sacre
rather to ennoble even the humble Another shrug. Caramba .'
role of an English serving man. He But, says the suave hotel proprietor,
has either the opportunity of making or the restaurateur, it is not the waiter's
himself a desirable person, or if he fault, but the people. Always remem-
chooses disgrace and a bad character, ber that whatever happens it's the
he is like unto the majority of our ser- patron's fault. Why, my dear sir,
vants in America who have nothing what keeps me busy is charging enough,
at all with which to prove their claims not less The American wants to
1
which makes the giving and accepting many sensible who have no
people
of "tips" a penalty, but it has not been desire to "show off" ? What about
effectual, for the remedy lies with the the gentleman and the lady who like
honesty of the man who employs the to come to your place and enjoy a good
waiter alone. If the employer would dinner and are willing to pay well for
pay his ser\-ants better salaries the that dinner, as they do, but he or she
servants would have no excuse to in- is not -willing to meet the predatory
sult the "stingv" patron. Indeed, demands of your insolent servants
it might be preferable by far to be I say, why are such people made to
openly charged so much for the ser- feel that they have committed a crime,
vices of a waiter and to have the amount and insulted by a dressed-up menial,
charged on the regular bill. It would to boot ? If a waiter is a mercenary
at least help to show the patron just fellow, will he discriminate ? Most
how much he is expected to contribute certainly he will not. For every man
to the support of the establishment. and woman who enters your portals
It might also serve as a protection is his victim. And if they fail to tip
from sly insults and that embarrassing —
your waiters what happens ? The
form of low innuendo of which the next time they come they are slighted,
average waiter in the cafes and hotels there is always something wrong with
of the East is an expert. Legislation the food, deiavs, overcharges not to —
alone cannot eliminate the evil, but mention the veiled sneers of the shame-
legislation will help in protecting the less rascal who is waiting on you much
patron from brazen insult and even to the hilarity of the unseen audience
violence. But what the servants will of his conspirators in the rear. But,
do to the innocent diner back in the withal, the insulting waiter cuts about
kitchen harbors of witches' brew and as manly a figure as the fawning and
poison. Woe unto the man who has smirking one who somehow has re-
not a cup-bearer, or knows not the ceived the telepathic message in his
difference between a burnt omelette sordid being that some "sporty" chap
nd a souffle. Woe unto the confiding is going to tip him a dollar.
nature of the hungr\^ populace when So the chorus is Come clean
: !
the furious Frenchman begins to sling Hand over It's a part of the waiter's
I
ing softly with a hint of old bascans who have met with misfor-
rose, offset with just a touch of gold tune, and have applied to the Premier's
here and there. The tapestried fur- wife for positions in the Government,
niture well might glow with an air of though totally unfit for any service;
conscious pride, realizing the sum of and rather than know that they were
money which was transferred from the in want, she pays their board and
Premier's hands to Maple's London lodging while they wait for the "vacan-
cash box, but ostentation of any sort cy" which will never come.
is unknown in Sir Wilfrid's home. "She does more unknown charity
Even the magnificent Angoras do not than any three people in Ottawa,"
stand in awe of Maple's furniture; they said the friend. "I have heard it said,
merely show their preference for it 'The Lauriers do not entertain much.'
above the smooth leather variety Why, they are always entertaining !
across the hall in the living room by Their house is a regular asylum for
constantly sharpening their claws those who practically have no other
thereon I home. The reason you never hear of
I had hardly seated myself when it is that Lady Laurier entertains for
one of these Stygian-black monsters the benefit of her guests, not for the
darted into the room and jumped up pleasure of those to whom a dinner is
in my lap. Closelv following Pussv's a bore, and a reception a punishment."
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MADGE MACBETH 357
In appearance Lady Laurier is him, he has excused himself, retired
large, rather under the average height, to the library for an hour, then gone
and slow of movement and gesture. peacefully to bed, leaving the brunt
Perhaps the French viv^acity has been of entertainingon his unfe's shoulders.
sapped by her extreme suffering: at asked Lady Laurier whether she
I
any rate, she seems to evince but slight minded posing for me an amateur —
interest in passing events, although photographer, who would not ask her
her sympathies are often keenly to turn her face a Uttle more to the
aroused. She has white hair, soft light, lift — —
her chin so and tr>' to
and sHghtly v\-a\n,-, her eyes are blue look pleasant.
and fairly large; she has pretty white For the first time she laughed.
hands, and is fond of jewelr\'. also "Oh, I don't mind now," she said.
bright colors; from obser\^ation I "I did not like being bothered by
should say that black isnot a favorite photographers all the time, for they
of hers, though most becoming; her were never satisfied. But I am not
accent is decidedly foreign, but her a ver\' good subject for you, I am
English ven.' good. Her manner is afraid" —^which was a groundless fear,
gentle almost to a She does
fault. and only went to prove that she had
not impress one, and the contrast be- not made as careful a studv of the
tween her and Sir Wilfrid is most kodak as of cats and dogs !
iCSSOnS.
bird in a cage, a ^^^ mothcr's
^£^gj.
silent reminder of its former cheerful death, her father married again, and
self. She has dogs, cats and live birds. while there were never anything but
They make as much work for the ser- peaceful relations in the family, natur-
vants as a large family of children. ally, the young Mile. La Fontaine was
When waiting for Lady Laurier to not as happy in her home as formerly.
sit a second time for her photos the — She married Wilfrid Laurier, a rising
cat had
spoiled most of the first lot, Arthabascan, in 1868, and in 187 1 they
by dashing playfully about the room, went to Quebec. Three years later
or jumping at her mistress just as I they came to Ottawa.
had the shutter open the maid came — "When you were engaged, did you
in, carrying an armful of handsome not realize that you were marrying a
sofa cushions. great man^did something not breathe
"We are kept
busy changing these to you a whisper of the place you both"
covers," she
volunteered. were to hold in Canadian history ?
"Yes," I said, "people are very I put the question, expecting ai.
inconsiderate." afflrmative answer.
" 'Tain't the people," she answered, "Never " was the emphatic reply.
!
"it's the dogs and cats. She"—with "I never thought of anything of th'
Since writing the above a new dog has been added to
sort. Of course, I have always though;
the household, and the atmosphere is not quite him clever, and I have alwavs found
as peaceful as formerly.
IT IS ON" THESE BEAUTIFUL TAPESTRIED CHAIRS THAT THE ANGORAS LOVE TO SHARPEN THEIR CLAWS. THE
CABINET IN THE BACKGROUND IS FILLED WITH TREASURES FROM MANY LANDS
.Axn very nice" (note the French man- They were married within the
ner of placing "have" in the verbs), moon !
"I have always found him very good" When the Lauriers came to Ottawa
-there a fascinating slowness, a
is they lived at the Russell House.
sort of drawl in Lady Laurier's speech, Fourteen years ago the Liberal party
which, with her accent, makes it a presented them with their present
delight to listen to her and enhances home. One is not awed upon entering
the value of every word "but
— "
the door, rather is one surrounded
The sentence was never finished with an atmosphere of hospitality and
ave for a reminiscent smile and a welcome, whether friend or stranger,
faraway look which gave me a better rich or poor, guest or suppliant. On
insight than mere words could have the left of the hall-way is the living
done into the feminine heart of the or sitting room, a photo of which is
Premier's wife. here given. Sir Wilfrid has a pianola
And another hint of femininity is here, upon which he is very fond of
iven in the following story : playing. A card table in the centre,
After some time spent in that de- an easy chair in the bay window,
^htful realm known as Lovers' Para- where are also some plants and grow-
!se. Mile. La Fontaine sent for her ing flowers, a leather cozv comer
ince and told him that her parents
oked for a consummation of the
surmounted bv a plate rail these —
form the main furnishings for the
appy event shortly, else her hand room. Across the hall is the long
mid be given in marriage to an drawing room, furnished mostlv bv
'f)iquitous rival. Maple; a huge glass-enclosed cabinet,
How many times before has. and small Vemis- Martin ones, a pair of
Av many more times \vi\\, the same handsome marble pedestals, a piano,
lea occur to the astute daughters of various tables upon which flowers
We ?
—
alwavs stand, and the pets this gives
359
THE LAURIER LIVING-ROOM
The handsome piece of Oriental embroidery covers the back of the pianola upon which Sir Wilfrid
delights in playing. The cage contains Lady Laurier's stuffed bird
one a general idea of the drawing to make writing a pleasure is here for
room. her use. Passing along the square
The dining room is just beyond a hallway to the front is the library,
pair of glass doors, but these are kept next Lady Laurier's own room. Sir
closed for ordinary, purposes, and a Wilfrid's across the hall, and guest
handsome table is placed before rooms further on. A small passage
them, except on state occasions. leads to the back of the house.
The dining room bears no especial The impression is one of comfort-
mark of distinction, though the butler not grandeur; there is also an air .of
assured me that I could not get any delightful informality which strikes
idea how lovely it could look until I the visitor's notice. For instance,
had seen the table set for a dinner. the new dog ran the drawing
into
The stairway is broad and rather room, where he began a playful alter-
steep. Half way up to the second cation with the cat, ending somewhat
floor hangs a life-sized portrait of Sir ingloriously for the dog. Instead of
Wilfrid. Lady Laurier deplored the ringing, or asking her willing guest
fact that they had never been able to get help, Lady Laurier went herseU
to find a better place for it, or one to the door and called the butler
where it could have the advantage "Come here," she said, "your littU
of a better light. dog is in trouble " !
arranged a cozy little place furnished Liberal, his private life is conservative
with a desk and all its requirements and his wife, either from association
for'^'Lady Laurier's secretary, Mile. or training, has become imbued witli
Yvonne Coutu. A
desk 'phone, a his principles. She has never allowed
droD light, and evervthing calculated herself to be identified with anv factior
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THE EXPLORER 361
r clique; she has never taken advan- and admiring of his methods.
tage of her superior position at the There may be those who would sav
expense of others. An eye, or shall that Lady Laurier has not a strong
^ve say, an ear witness told me lately personality. Site has not a corps of
-hat he had often noted the way in blind worshippers, 'tis true, neither
hich Sir Wilfrid turned the point of has she. to my knowledge, an enemy.
a story from its intended end, when- I have never heard an unkind word
ever it seemed to savor of gossip or s^id about her. Maybe she has not
harmless ridicule. But this was years shone internationally as others might,
ago, when such a reminder was per- but she has made no mistakes at home.
haps necessary according to his way She has always been the gracious
of thinking. However, even now, per- complement, the feminized echo of her
sonalities are taboo in the Laurier husband. And I left her house as
drawing room, and if the conver- people always do, whether it is after
sation turns in those channels the an evening of bridge (of Avhich she is
master of ?the house deftly takes very fond), a musicale, or a dinner,
the edge 'off a good story in his with the feeling that I had a genuine
own inimitable 'way, leaving friends personal friend in the wife of Canada's
and family proud of his cleverness Premier.
THE EXPLORER
BY KATHLEEN BOWKER
D.«
ARTHUR JTRINGER
AUTHOR or "THt WIRtTAPPtRJ."
"THE GUNRUNNER". ETC.
: rible week.
day. SCENE Tlie rose arbor in
•
Doyle (Reluctantly, yet forcing him-
the garden of Philip Dryster's Long self to it) I'm afraid the worst is
:
'/ the house itself; on the other side it Doyle I've brought rather
: bad
alls away towards the blue waters of news from the City.
:he Sound, which can be seen in the Philip (As he Itesitates) : Well ?
^iower- parterres and Tuscan vases, add Philip (As tliough he had expected
to the formal beauty of the scene. As a closer blow) That's a habit markets
:
the act progresses the light slowly dim- have, Doyle. The tighter you squeeze
nishes, and from time to time a bird 'em, the more they squirm. I've
chistles out of the shrubbery in the back- never 3'et seen a high market that
:iound. Philip is discovered pacing wasn't a regular hell-bender.
:<p and down in deep thought. He Doyle But it's more than a turn
:
ind dust-coat, cotnes hurriedly down Doyle Scanlon did the best he
;
the garden path. Philip looks about could, sir. But he couldn't hold them
rather wearily as the other comes to a together. He couldn't keep it up
top before him. by himself. The comer's broken.
Philip Could you get rid of those
: Philip (Stubbornly) They can't :
had committed suicide. they were too much for him. He said
Philip (Wearily) : Thank vou, he tried all morning to get you.
Doyle. Philip Why, that's a rout. July
;
Doyle And
a rumor that Mrs.
: Wheat down to 77 (He drops back !
Dryster was giving a dinner at two a step or two, a little dazed). A drop of
hundred dollars a plate to-night. fort}' points (He looks about him,
!
Philip (With a wan smile) : Thank with a ghost of a laugh). So thej^'ll get
ou, Doyle. cheap bread again. And for a while
Doyle : And an intimation that now they'll feed on me f
your second footman died of an apop- Doyle Scanlon says you should
:
(Wearily) I guess we've had about Haven't I had enough to face, right
enough for one day. here ?
Doyle It's been a terrible day,
: Doyle I know it's been hard,
:
seems to blame himself for everything no time for thinking. It's time to
that's happened. act. I've got to get those wires busy.
Doyle (Curtly) I wouldn't call : I've got to get collateral. I've got to
him so far wrong (More intimately) ! get our men lined up. (Determinedly,
But I call it wonderful, sir, a girl like as Doyle hurries away) I've got to
that being ready to give up her life check that Morrison raid.
for an empty-headed Anarchist, for (As he turns and struggles into his
a Socialist spell-binder with nothing overcoat, Louise, who has entered by
more than the gift of the gab ! the garden path, steps still nearer. She
Philip (With a new solemnity) I'm : stands and looks at him, silent and
beginning to wonder, Doyle, if he wistful.)
hasn't something more in him than Louise Philip
: !
the gift of the gab, as you call it. (He does not answerher. He buttons
Doyle (Shortly) : What ? his coat with the fierceness of a knight
Philip I'm beginning to wonder
: donning armor).
ifwe wouldn't all cry out if life shut Louise Philip,: where are you
down and squeezed us that hard. going ?
Doyle (Resenting the emotional note) : Philip (Turning on her and staring
I'm afraid it's our turn to get some of at her) I'm going to do the only thing,
:
rison and the rest of those bears have than it does to you. But I've got to
shaken the life out of our whole move- fight for it, for this home of yours, for
ment. everything you've got here, for your
Philip (Now startled into more active bread and butter.
attention) : Has Scanlon given up ? Louise (Amazed at his words) Why :
Philip (Starting up) But, by Heav- : make the mess of my work I seem to
en, they haven't broken me. They have made of everything around here.
haven't put me under yet. And before (More bitterly still) I don't want to
they do I'm going to give them the spoil your day, but they've broken
fight of their life. (He swings per- my market, they've wiped me out,
! :
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ARTHUR STRINGER 365
here —
among the things that
don't count ? {She turns
away to hide ^ the tears that
have come to her eyes). • ,<
<
Well, I can pay what I've got to. closer to her, apparently determined ta
Louise {Calling wistfully after him) : concede nothing).
Bunny ! Philip {Dejectedly) To what we :
shakes her body. She controls herself Louise {Unable to hide her tears)
with difficulty). I know. {She slowly moves her averted
Louise : I suppose — ^it's best. head up and down). Since you feel
Philip {Absently): Yes; it's best. that way.
Louise {With bowed head) : It's so {She is crying now, openly and mis-
different —
from what I thought {She erably. The sight of her tears seems to
is unable go on.
to He looks up at dismay him. He stands before her fas
hi ) He checks an impulse to step embarrassed as a schoolboy, yet with.
.
near a sob).
to the fool.
Philip (Crying it out) Louise: ! Louise (Wiping her eyes) : How you
Louise {With an answering cry) : must despise me.
Bunny ! Philip : No, Louie, don't say that.
(With one movement they turn, each Louise : But you must. I've been
clasping the other in their outstretched such a failure.
arms. They cling forlornly together in Philip (With the humility of the
the paling light as Louise continues to contrite) I guess I've been the failure
:
twilight bird starts to sing through the can't be that bad, can it, Bunny ?
quiet garden.) Philip (Valiantly) Oh, we'll save :
ARTHUR STRINGER 367
something out of the wTeck. I can't than make mistakes. I've drunk hate
tell —
yet but it'll take a fight. — ^hate —^hate—until it made my brain
Louise (Still caressing him with her reel, until it poisoned my blood. I've
child-like little movements) Need we : gone up and down the world like a
care ? mad dog. trying to turn the whole
Philip (Yielding to her beleagtiering world mad. You were right, I've
endearments) It doesn't matter what
: corrupted everything I've touched.
happens, so long as I've still got you ! The thought of destruction has made
(She buries her head on his shoulder me drunk. It became a delirium, a
again, with a sigh of happiness. They fever, a thirst. I never knew what
cling together, oblivious of their sur- killing meant. God knows I'd seen
roundings. As they do so, Otto wanders
like an unhappy spirit down the rose-
bordered garden-path. He stops short,
staruiing and looking at them. The
light has been slowly waning. Through
the pale twilight can be heard the im-
patient shrilling of the touring-car siren.
Otto leans on the sun-dial and buries
his face on his out-flung arm. The
bird in the shrubbery continues to sing.
Louise, finally looking up, catches sight
of the silent and motionless Otto. She
turns Philip's face towards the sun-dial,
without speaking. Her husband slowly
moves his head up and down. The
motor-horn sounds again, stridently.
Philip crosses to the sun-dial and touches
Otto cm the arm). ,.
Philip : Otto !
right, my
boy. She'll be up and around
in a week or so. There's no need to
worry.
Otto
I can stand
(Fiercely)
that
:
—Oh,
^I'm
it isn't
used
that.
to it.
But what makes you do this ? Why
areyou treating us this way ? Why
shotild 3'ou be kind to me ?
Philip : I couldn't do what she
did. . .
Otto (Fiercely): I've done more for me That blood was given for
!
:
I was so busy with hate I couldn't And Mary of Bethlehem, if you like,
see what it was worth. {He swings and all those other women who thought
about almost accusingly, to Philip). more of the world than they did of
And you, you took me out of my themselves ?
cellar. You took me out of that hole Louise (With forced calmness) Olga :
and put me where the light was too may not mind the cotton. Otto, but
strong for me. she'll need something to make up for
Philip But light's the thing we
: it, something you may be able to give
live by. We've got to stand it. her.
Otto :But you stood me up and Otto (Bitterly) : What have I to
poured cold water on the only thing give ?
I believed in, on the only fire that ever Louise : What the world hasn't
kept me warm. I couldn't even be given She's
her. a woman, Otto,
true to my own Cause. (With a return whatever else she may be. I even
of the old spirit) Oh, don't think I'm imagine she's thought less of that world
calling that Cause all wrong. I'm than she has of you..
the one that's wrong. I'm like an Otto (Stricken into sudden misery) :
engineer who's had a wreck, a jockey Don't say that now —I can't bear !
in the dust, or one train in the ditch ? firstone she asked for.
The thing will go on again only I — Otto I'm not worth it.
:
won't have the courage to be there Louise (With feminine and un-
to guide them. imaginative directness) You're going :
bombs. And Philip made money and me from Nietzsche If there were no :
—
dear bread and perhaps neither of graves there would be no resurrections.
you stopped to ask what it was cost- Otto (Looking up, and again touched
ing, costing yourself, costing the world. with familiar words)
fire at the He's :
'
ARTHUR STRINGER 3G9
they'll reach it will be to swim to it in any way, until Olga's able to leave,
through a river of blood ! until we can go together ? Why
Louise (Sadly) More bloodshed, couldn't I work for you, until then ?
Otto ? Hasn't there been enough of
:
Philip (With his hand on the smaller If you're a man, take off that badge of
.nan's shoulder) We ought to be
: servitude. (He points at the uniform,
fighting together.
Otto (Hesitatingly, with a newer
with shaking fingers) Be a man .a man! —
Louise (Softly) Poor Otto
: !
NEEDHAM
TOM was the eldest
son of Richard Needham, who
"That's
this plowing,
it. I'm sick and tired of
day after day, year after
moved to the "corn belt" of year."
Central Illinois fifty years ago "I've done it all my life," Mr. Need-
and took up a 160-acre homestead. ham replied proudly, "and so did my
The thought of walking 4,000,000,000 father and his before him."
miles behind a plow drove Tom to the "That's the trouble," the younger
city. Every spring after his sixteenth man retorted, "when a man takes a
year young Thomas walked 320 miles plow handle in his hand he sticks his
behind the old mule team plowing the neck in the yoke just as much as the
forty acre cornfield. One early spring mule or the ox. And it never ends
day, thirty years ago, when Tom was anywhere. The furrows just keep
twenty-one years old, his father said right on stretching out in front of you,
to him : year after year."
"Well, Tom, I reckon you'd better "Don't we get a good living out of
"
start plowing that south forty to-day the farm ?
before the spring rains make it too "Oh, yes, but we have to work too
soft to work." hard to care whether we're living or
For an instant the youth, remember- not, and I'm tired of it. I'm going
ing that he was of age and his own in business, where I can have a few
master in the eyes of the law, was hours of rest and the chance to use
tempted to refuse. With an effort 'em."
he bridled his tongue and replied The elder Needham sighed. He
respectfully : had felt the rising tide throughout
"All right, father, but this will be the land of the desire to leave the farm
the last time. I'm going to the city, for the city. He couldn't understand
to Chicago." it, but he knew many fathers who had
Skeptical, the merchant journeyed ing the wheat, for slielling the corn,
to the old farm, prepared to laugh at for drawing heavy loads about the
his son's discomfiture when he should farm, for sawing wood, etc.
fail to make good his impossible boast. "It never gets tired working, like
Skeptical he remained when young a man or a horse," the son explained,
Richard led him to the south forty "and it doesn't eat anything except
at seven o'clock in' the morning. when working, and not vety much
"If there was need for rushing the then."
"
plowing," the son explained, "we'd "Well, what are we coming to ?
begin at daybreak and run at night, the merchant exclaimed again.
but we can take it easy and spread it Three weeks later, a thousand miles
over three days." to the north-west, the merchant, who
"Stop talking nonsense, Dick," the has always boasted of the fact that he
merchant retoited. "You may have was born and brought up on an Illinois
learned some things at the University farm, received another lesson in modern
about farming, but you haven't learned scientific farming methods. The Morton
everything." farm, adjoining the Needham home-
Skeptical the old man remained stead, had descended to Henry Morton,
when they reached the forty-acre son of the owner in the farm days of
clover patch and saw in one corner of Thomas Needham. Henry Morton is
—
ewan, purchasing a section 640 acres and plow twenty-four miles of furrow
— ^in the Last Mountain Valley at the each day, to finish the job."
ratio of about ten acres there for one "Well, what we coming to "
are !
one or two for you." Within the last ten years approxi-
After some skirmishing three big mately 8,000,000 acres in Canada and
custom steam traction plowing outfits the United States have been turned
were located in the neighborhood of over to the steam and gasoline tractors
the Morton section; they woiild be to be plowed. That means 64,000,000
available for eight days, the steam miles of furrows which the yoiing (and
plows being equipped with acet3^1ene old) Western farmer doesn't have to
lights for night work, and a "day" be- walk each year, and the niimber is
ing twenty-fo\ * hours long. increasing ver\- rapidly as new im-
"That ^^411 be enough time," Pearson provements are continually being made
said confidently. "You'll have your on the tractors.
640 acres broken in time for seeding, The lighter weight gasoUne and other
Mr. Morton." internal combustion tractors, which
Merchant Xeedham didn't believe can be utilized for power plowing on
a word of it, but he had been forced to the small farms in the "com belt" and
take back so many things within a in the level sections of the east and
short time, that he decided to keep south, have sprung up within the last
silent. Morton, though a progressive five years. In spite of their newness,
farmer, was a little in doubt. Young they are sweeping the countr\- as the
Needham wasn't, saying cheerfully automobile began to do ten or twelve
"Sure, it will be easy. The land is years ago. To-day the total number
firm, and the engines can just scoot of traction plow outfits of both kinds
across it. in Canada and the United States is
The three steam plows were set to estimated at 10,000. The average
work early the next morning. A little number of acres plowed is 800 per year.
over a week later the 640 acres was Some of the outfits average 1,000, but
broken and harrowed and ready for there are a sufficient number of smaller
the seed. ones to bring the general average down.
"A six-horse team with a modern There are a few 60-horse-power steam
gang plow," Mr. Pearson said "would
, plows on the large ranches in California
require more than two months, Sun- which plow 3,500 acres each per year.
days included, to plow that section. When our savage ancestor learned
One man, plo^\-ing in the old-fashioned that a grain of wheat buried in the
way, walking behind his plow, would ground would sprout and grow and
have to work every- dav for seven months produce many more grains, he started
374 THE FURROWS OF HIS FATHERS
to scratch up the soil with a sharpened this was the father of our modern
stick. This was the first plow. Later, plows. Wood's plows were of cast
man trained the ox to do some of the iron, and it, and others modeled upon
heavy work for him, and a rude wooden its general lines, worked well until the
plow was constructed out of a forked soil, after continual working, began
limb of a tree. For thousands of years to grow sticky and dense. Then the
there was little improvement on this. cast iron scoured with difficulty, or
After a long while, in the long march not at all, and to meet this trouble,
down the ages, man learned the uses of James Oliver, of South Bend, Ind.,
iron in rude forms, and affixed a piece established a plow factory in 1853 and
of the metal to his old wooden plow began experimenting.
and thought he had made wonderful The use of steel in place of iron grew
progress. If Henry Morton should at- up about this time, owing to the fact
tempt to plow his section of land with that steel was early found to be so
the ox and the handleless wooden plow much more serviceable in the new
of the ancient Romans, he would be prairie sections. John Deere, then a
plowing day and night all through the blacksmith, built in 1837, at Grand
3^ear, and even then never would get Detour, 111., a plow with a moldboard
all of his 640 acres plowed in one year. made of old saws. It was such a suc-
His crops would consist of wolf willow, cess that he made as many more as he
wild peas and wild vetch that insist could find saws for. They sold so
upon growing where least wanted. rapidly that he began to get steel from
The metal plow underwent slow abroad, none of the right quality being
improvements as the years passed, the obtainable in America.
present shape, with its moldboard, be- About forty years ago sulky plows
ginning to take form about the first of began to be manufactured, and from
the eighteenth century. In 1720 Jos- then to the building of the plows in
eph Foljambe, of Yorkshire, England, "gangs," with seats provided for the
was granted a patent on a plow which plowman, was but a step. At this
he had evolved from a crude form time it was thought the limit of ef-
brought over from Holland. This was '
dred per cent, less in time saved at the inSaskatchewan and Alberta, where the
right moment, which means better is heavier and stickier, will turn
soil
and bigger crops because the seed is over about thirty acres a day, this
sown when it should be. It costs less presuming a twenty-four hour day.
but it is worth more." Residents of the older settled parts
Most of the tractors in use do custom of the world are puzzled to know how
plowing; some are on farms large the Canadian prairies are being so
enough to keep them occupied all the quickly turned into a farm.
time; the smaller gasoline tractors explains Mr. Pearson, "a
"Well,"
that are coming into use in the corn number things have contributed,
of
belt are nearly always kept busy some of the most important being the
on their own farms for other purposes hundreds of thousands of Americans,
after the plowing is over. like Mr. Morton, who have come across
The prices charged for custom plow- the line to help us, and the building of
ing range from 75 cents to So an acre. our three transcontinental railroads.
The outfits cost from $1,500 to S6,000, But the traction plowing outfit is en-
with an additional $500 for miscel- titled to a great deal of the credit, and
laneous equipment. From fifteen to will be entitled to a great deal more
forty-five acres is the day's work of before another decade passes.
the tractor plow, depending upon the "In 1900, about the time the tractor
size of the engine and the nature of plow came into practical use, there were
the soil. The disc plow, which is used less than 2,500,000 acres of wheat in
almost exclusively in the south-west, all the vast territory between Winni-
where the soil is lighter and looser, will peg and the mountains far to the west.
plow about forty-five acres a day under Nine years later the province of
favorable circumstances; the mold- Saskatchewan alone, practically un-
'ard plow, used almost exclusively tilled in 1900, had 4,085,000 acres
375
376 THE FURROWS OF HIS FATHERS
sown in wheat,which yielded 90,255,- the "dry" farmer replied, "at least
000 the wheat acreage in
bushels, not enough to count. Horses do;
Manitoba in 1909 was 2,648,111, yield- horses cannot work long in hot, dry
ing 45,774,707 bushels, and in Alberta spells; horses cannot plow as deep:
it was 333,000 acres, yielding 8,250,000 they cannot plow the entire farm
bushels. These three newly settled quickly enough after rare rains, to get
provinces combined had 7,058,111 the ground in shape to preserve and
acres of wheat, which raised a total conserve the moisture. That's the
of 144,279,707 bushels, or more than answer."
twice as much as all of great Britain It's a good thing for us who live in
and Ireland. the cities that the farmer boys decided
"About one-sixth of that acreage is twenty-five years ago to hike for the
plowed by mechanical power. With- urban communities. If they hadn't,
out the tractor plow there probably it is quite possible that our grand-
would be a million fewer cultivated fathers would have had us plowing
acres in this part of the country to-day. the same old furrows in the same old
Not far from here, in this Last Moun- way, and we might not have had sense
tain Valley, is one farm of 15,000 acres enough to break away and learn that
— a farm, not a ranch. Traction a thing isn't good just because our
plowing is a vital necessity if that ancestors thought it the best.
land is to be cultivated without wait- It is a fact that practically every
ing until the country is so thickly new and revolutionary invention in
settled that farm help will be nu- farm machinery has been the work of a I
merous." man who began life on a farm and
At the National Farm Land and moved to a city or town where he
Irrigation Exposition in Chicago last would have the opportunity to put
fall,a "dry farmer" from Wyoming his practice into theoiies, and later
told an old-fashioned "wet country" the theories into practice.
farmer that the tractor plow would But we'll go along in the furrows
prove one of the greatest aids to put- of our though we'll travel
fathers,
ting into cultivation the millions of in modern do more with less
style,
acres of arid land in the United States physical labor, and have more time to
which cannot be irrigated. enjoy the good things we have, and
"Come noM-," his hearer expostu- plan more time and labor-saving ma-
lated, "don't try to make fun of me. chinery for our children.
A steam engine drinks water, and lots Can you blame Merchant Needham,
of it; it doesn't dig wells." and the m.illions like him, whose eyes
"But a plow drawn by a gasoline are beginning to open, for exclaiming :
his arm, I then saw the man himself, bridle reins up, near the corral gate,
and I began to understand him to — neighed as if with relief, and trotted
understand what was that peculiar toward us. Hurrs'ing in, we found our
quality of spirit that had enabled one man lying face downward on the dirt
of his youth to acquire unaided so 'phone receiver
floor of his kitchen, the
considerable a property, that had gripped tight in his hand, as if he had
sustained him in his lonely life and — fainted while talking with Ainsworth
that had drawn the two hard lines and had pulled the thing down with
about the corners of his mouth, with him. The floor was puddled with
which his gentle voice was so little in blood from a bullet-hole in his chest;
keeping. Later, a fine new house he fat, noisome blow-flies were droning
built at some distance from the shack over him like bees around their hive.
377
378 JOHN OTLEY'S BLUFF
We him to his cot bed in the
carried experience and of good judgment in
other room, and Ainsworth did what such matters; and I realized that it
he could, but he said almost at once would be even harder for the girl if
that there was no chance at all to save she came, and came too late. Yet I
him. Yet after a little the poor fellow had given Otley my promise, and
revived a bit, and was able to explain something in that defiant expression
that he had been training a horse to of his eyes assured me that he would
stand fire, that the beast had taken to keep his word. Therefore, telling
bucking, and that in the melee, his Ainsworth that I should keep mine
pistol had been discharged toward also, I drove into town at a gallop
him. He had dragged himself to the and sent the telegram. Three hours
telephone and had fainted there. later, I received an answering message
When he had told us this, he was from the girl, to the effect that she was
silent a moment, looking at the doctor about to start.
as if he were expecting an explanation was nearly noon when I got back
It
of some sort from him, too. Then he to Otley's. He was still lying there on
said in a queer, petulant whisper : his cot, with his eyes open and his
"Well, hurry up and tell me, doc. teeth clenched, breathing very faintly.
"
Is it going to do for me ? I took a turn at watching while Ains-
Ainsworth took his hand and nodded. worth got a bit of sleep, and then
"We're grown men, Otley," he said, turned in for a while myself. I was
"and there's nothing to lie about. very tired, and as Ainsworth did not
There isn't any chance." call me, it was late next day before
"How long ? " Otley whispered. I woke up. ,
—
"Perhaps two hours perhaps till
morning. Hardly any longer than
Otley was still alive. Stepping out-
side with me for a little, Ainsworth
that." said it was a queer business, that the
Otley lay there very still for a mo- man must have the constitution of an
ment, and his lip quivered. Then I ox; and then, with a lot of technical
saw the muscles about his jaw tighten, explanation about the wound, showed
and that same curious look of defiance me that, according to all precedent,
came into his eyes that I had noticed he had already lived far longer than
just before the lynx episode. could have been expected. And, in-
"All right," he whispered, "I'll not deed, Otley's appearance tallied with
whine. It's nothing a fellow can help, this opinion, for one could not see that
——
but" here his voice seemed to gain he breathed at all, and his lips were
strength "I'm not going to go until perfectly white, like those of a dead
I've seen Ruth once more." He turned man; yet now and then they would
his eyes toward me. "You hear ? " move a little, and by bending close one
he asked. "I want you to wire for could hear that he was saying
— "Ruth
Ruth to come. I'm damned if I'll go — —
Ruth " in a dry faint whisper that']
till I've seen her." seemed somehow like the voice I had
Ruth was the girl whose photograph always imagined a ghost would have.
stood on the table, and whom in Sep- He had asked for the girl's picture,
tember, when the new house should and it lay there beside him on the
be completed, he was to have married. blanket.
She lived some fifteen hundred miles I took a turn at watching then,
away, back in Otley's native town in while Ainsworth slept for another little
Ontario, and it would take her two while, and then drove into town to meet
full days to make the journey. While the girl. Her train, by an unusual
I was watering my horse in preparation coincidence of time and schedule,
for the twenty mile drive to town, arrived promptly, pulling in a little
Ainsworth came out, and, asking if I after midnight. She came all alone—
really intended to send the message, had never even been away from home
repeated his opinion that his patient before, I learned later —and as she
would at best go under before morning. stood there under the station lantern,
I knew Ainsworth to be a man of long I knew that she was horribly fright-
—
DONALD KEx\NICOTT 379
to get some things Ainsworth needed; Just after dawn a little streak of
when I returned he looked very gloomy. sunlight crept through the window
"I'm afraid we've tortured these where a corner of the cloth that I had
two people for nothing," he said. pinned there had slipped down, and
"The game's about up. It seems all fell on the ceiling above Otley's bed.
the worse, now that he's so near held He moved a little, and then, in a voice
out." We discussed the matter for that carried quite plainly to where we
a while, but he could think of nothing sat, cried suddenly "It's cleared off.
:
ITS NAME
BY S JEAN WALKER
MY The
HEART
Bowers
breathed it,
heard it,
The bees hummed it,
Why Winnipeg ? Well, the Investigation shows why. But, of course, you knew
before, as everybody knows, the difference between what was condemned at
Winnipeg by the good sense of every righteous man and woman, and the evil
of other cities. —
Does Toronto do what Winnipeg did segregate the vice ?
What did the good people of St. Louis do, when the City Attorney called thdr
attention to the same thing in that supposed to be voluptuous Southern city ?
They ratified his good work in abolishing the iniquity by promptly electing him
Governor of the State.
Surely, Kit, you don't advise Toronto to set apart a portion of our good
city in which the social vice may hang out its red lamps from the windows ?
If so, will you offer the section in which you live to such vile cormorants as the
woman whose history of police vigilance I clip from this morning's Globe and
inclose for your perusal ? She must be a wealthy woman, seeing her own bail
for $1,000 was accepted. But did she escape in Toronto because of her wealth ?
I know not the real name of "Kit," or the woman behind that signature,
but I submit the matter for your kind consideration and hope you will not hesi-
tate to do what you can to repair the damage your magazine article does to your
reputation as a member of the Fourth Estate. For obvious reasons I must de-
cline to sign my real name. Pro Bono.
Righteous indignation indeed But let us go a little deeper into
!
There is a large class of folk who, "if their own front door is shut,
will swear the whole world's warm," and "Pro Bono" seems to belong
among them. The question of confining the evil under consider-
ation to certain well-marked quarters, or of scattering it among the
residence and business portions of the city, is one that has been
thrashed out time and again, and has supporters on both sides.
—
Talk to Brand Whitlock or read what Golden Rule Jones has to say.
Which is the lesser of two wretched evils, however, is not the point
under discussion, as "Pro Bono" will perceive by reading Mrs.
Coleman's ("Kit's") article. "Kit" was not advocating segregation
of vice, not defaming Toronto, not condoning evil; she was simply
voicing a widespread disapproval of the officious and spectacular
interference of a minister of another city in Winnipeg's affairs.
The clergyman in question referred publicly to Winnipeg as
the "rottenest of cities," and it is to his statement that "Kit" takes
a natural and supportable objection. Let us see what some other
people say of the same city.
In October, a delegation from the American Purity Federation,
composed of twenty-three representative men and women, among
whom were Mr. Arthur Burrage Farwell, head of one of the largest
Law and Order Leagues in the United States, Mr. W. L. Clarke, of
Leamington, Ontario, and our own Dr. J. G. Shearer, of Toronto,
visited Winnipeg in the course of a tour that took them from St.
Paul, Minnesota, to Victoria, thence south to Los Angeles, and east
again to New Orleans. The tour was for the purpose of investigating
vice conditions in all the larger cities of Canada and the United
States, and the delegation was composed of experienced social and
religious workers, anxious to obtain first-hand and accurate data
on the subject.
Mr. Farwell, in a personal interview with the editor of Canada
Monthly, said : "I have no hesitancy in saying that Canada is
in much better shape on this question than the United States, and
that Winnipeg is one of the best and cleanest cities. When we visited
Winnipeg last October, we found a splendid spirit of opposition
against the social evil, and for the enforcement of the law. In many
of m\- addresses, / have upheld the spirit of Winnipeg as an example
worthy of emulation by American cities." He also added, "I never
saw so many wholesome, red-cheeked men, women and children as
I saw there."
will ever know.The secret is incom- And it was our poet, whose delicate
municable; if we workaday folk could little "Dream in the Dusk" we had
understand, we, too, would be poets. read over that very day, who had
A month or two ago there came a written in "The Moving Spirit,"
handful of small verses to our desk, j^^^^ j^ the heart of every wave
with a colorless note offering them for There dwells the urge of boundless tides-
consideration —and inclosing stamps. So in the breast of King and Slave
^he deathless gleam of God abides,
The name was unknown to us; "Fitz-
hugh Coyle Goldsborough" might have who had, with God knows what brood-
Pamhd by Edouard Mortrod
THE QUEEN OF THE SPANISH GYPSIES
All the fire and untamed pride of the Zincali shines out of the eyes, contradicted by a hint of womanly
sweetness and tenderness — the painting might well serve as a
portrait of Isopel Bemers her^f.
38o
—
386 THE RIGHT ANGLE
ing fury in his heart, waited for his Merida, and listen to her tales of the
fellow-craftsman with the blued steel Corahai in the wild years when she and
clutched close, and as the man paused her ro followed the fortunes of the
lightly on the steps of his club, cast up dusky Conquerors of Spain.
a soul in the face of Heaven, and paid To be sure, no ordinary traveller
his own
life as ransom. would have seen the things that
A Toronto man, some say perhaps
a genius, perhaps a fool. All of him
— Borrow saw; and no ordinary label-
pasted tourist would see them to-day.
we know was that colorless little note, Indeed, ninety-nine out of a hundred
and the two scraps of verse that
frail men might travel a year in Spain, and
somehow didn't sound like a banker. at the end soundly swear that such
What moved him to his tragic deed no things never were. But Borrow, being
one will ever know, except the great a speech-friend of the Romany, found
Settler, of Accounts, to face whom he harbourage at strange hearths and
has gone. friends where another man would only
De mortuis nil nisi honum. have made acquaintance with six
inches of cold steel.
AN UNCROWNED QUEEN The young painter, Edouard More-
V\/HEN George Borrow took his pack rod, whose work this year has attracted
'^'
of and his shrewd pen
Bibles so much of Paris's fickle attention at
a-journeying in Spain, he went, as he the autumn salon, like Borrow, is the
himself says, to " the land of old re- hundredth man. Although French-
nown, the land of wonder and mystery, Swiss by birth, he has devoted his art
the land which in the day dreams of exclusively to Spanish subjects, par-
my boyhood had always borne a con- ticularly the Gitanos, or Zincali or
siderable share —in short, I was called Calore, as the gypsies are variously
suddenly and unexpectedly to under- called. Most of his work is in crayon
take the adventure of Spain". Curious black and white with a touch or two of
and quaint indeed were the results of characteristic coloring to give it
that adventure which, with his observ- warmth. One of his best is his portrait
ant eye and his positive genius for un- of the Queen of the Spanish Gypsies, a
varnished truth-telling, he noted and study from life, made during a recent
set down in that most deceptively- sojourn in Spain. All the fire and
entitled and delightful of books, " With "untamed pride of the Zincali shines out
the Bible in Spain ". of her jewel eyes —the cruel light of the
What the Spanish Gypsies were, as Gitana skilled in drows and poisons,
seen by Borrow, their adopted brother, yet contradicted by a hint of womanly
in 1842,and what they are to-day are qualities of sweetness, tenderness and
much the same thing, for less than love, and the tenacious fidelity of the
almost any race of the West does the gypsy. It is such a face as Borrow
Romany change. Even to-day, were would have instantly understood
"Lavengro" alive again and his stick indeed it might well serve as a portrait
fallen towards Estramadura, he might of Isopel Berners herself —
and is pecu-
once more ride the white gras with the liarly interesting as a revelation of a
paces of the desert wind, might again curious and free race whose kalo jib or
spend the night in the empty echoing "black language" has served to hide
house of the old sorceress by the gate of more secrets than it has ever revealed.
—
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their prophecies that rush. The bond of sympathy between
they may be read us and the Old Mother could hardly
either way and will —
be increased so strong and sincere
fit in with anything as it is to-day —
but it is a pleasant
or everything that thing to say, therefore it is thrown to
—
might occur agree in us as a sort of placebo.
saying that Canadian Accidents? Alas! these we, in com-
affairs, shipping, rail- mon with every other countr\% have
ways, trade of all always with us. The death of some of
kinds will be vastly our "great" statesmen through senility
improved this month. —
and old age the marvel is that one
Likewise a further or other of these did not succumb long
bond of sympathy ago. Easy "prophecies" every one of
will be exhibited be- them, for one or other or all are bound
tween Canada and to occur.
the Empire. We are As to Ireland. Why, she would die
also threatened with on the spot if she were deprived of the
accidents and upheav- delight of an odd ruction or two. It
als, with ship and railway wrecks and is ructions that have kept her alive and
great fires. The life of one of our great- green through all the "centuries of
—
est statesmen is threatened not b}' an- oppression" which Tay Pay and his
archists, but by Nature's processes colleagues are so fond of expatiating
in other words, old age. Ireland upon at every public meeting when
disthressful Isle of Saints and dis- they are sending the shameful hat
—
turbers is to be the scene of a great round to be filled. As an Irish-born
ruction entirely about the middle of woman, I am ashamed of that beggarlv
the month —
the Seventeenth, of course, caubeen; I would like to kick a hole in
otherwise the world remains at peace. it. Well-filled it regularly is with
A fearful airship accident is predicted American and Canadian dollars which
towards the end of the month. go to support in gentlemanly manner
387
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388 THE PEDLAR'S PACK
the Parliamentary party of windbags a mere Nationalist carrying the eternal
who —as an EngHsh lawyer of high caubeen —
not I !
man for an individual Ireland but — show you what is meant by gentle-
KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 389
womanly feet as
accepted in Paris
at the moment.
Be not shocked.
Rather extend
your pity to the
flatfooted but hon-
e s t gentle^voman
who for the first
time in her life
finds herself equip-
ped —
without ex-
—
pense in the mode
of the moment.
DREAMS
•THE dream of
the passenger
on the ill-fated ship
" Waratah," who
three times saw
a figure waving a
bloody sword, and
inconsequence left
the ship at Durban, 'cranky ye may be, ma'am, for faces is sometimes decavim, but ould-— nivbr!"
and watched from
a hotel verandah her departure on that we have it that Abraham, Jacob,.
voyage from which she never returned, Joseph were visited by dreams that
has set the gossips going with stories were prophetic. We may laugh, but
of dreams that proved warnings. Some there are occasions when we listen
of these are peculiarly interesting, a little gravely to the stor}'- of a dream.
notably that of Lady Andover, the The late Lord Portsmouth had once
daughter of the famous" Coke of Nor- a remarkable tale related to him by
folk," While staying with her hus- an honest and somewhat dull farmer.
band at her old home in Norfolk, she The man dreamed that a valuable cow
dreamed that he had been shot. In had fallen into a ditch and could not
deference to her entreaty, yet laughing get out. He told his wife, but that
the while. Lord Andover let the other worthy dame, with a laugh, bade him
men go on without him. As the day go to sleep again. Three times the
wore on, the dream became ;. .bulous, farmer saw his good Jersey disappear-
and faded a bit from Lady Andover 's ing, and uprising, he lit his lantern,,
mind, and knowing that he loved pot- and went abroad in the night. He
ting the birds, she suggested that he found the cow all right, and was cursing
should go out for the remainder of his superstition as he returned. A
the afternoon. sound of scraping arrested him, and
No sooner had he gone, than the going whence it proceeded, he saw a
recollection of her dream sharpened, man digging by the light of a lantern.
and, uneasy, she went oflf after him. The fellow decamped when he heard
As she crossed the park, a game-keeper the farmer approaching, leaving his-
came running with the new^s that her spade and a big clasp-knife with which
husband's gun, catching in a hedge he had been digging a long, narrow,
through which he was climbing, went ugly-looking grave.
off andkilled him. "A queer turn-out," muttered our
We laugh at dreams, thinking them friend. "What's yon fellow been up^
but fables, ghost-blooms in a garden to?" Plodding on home, and turning
of illusion. And yet in Sacred Writ this queer thing over in his mind, the
; —
.;'.)i) THE PEDLAR'S PACK
farmer met one of his own maids. one wants tq live long. The faces of
Astounded, he asked her what brought both these old women are frightful-
her out of the house in the middle of they look hardly human. The figure
the night. "I've quarreled with my of the younger woman is bent in two.
sweetheart, sir," she said, "and he said Her terrible eyes peer up at you with
as howif I'd meet him the night in yon a look that would be sinister only that
field,as all would be well again." The it expresses a dull patience which one
farmer retraced his steps with the girl, finds almost shocking. There is noth-
showed her the grave her lover had dug ing pathetic about the poor bent figure,
for her and the clasp-knife with which but everything that is grotesque.
he would have killed her. How did Perhaps in this very grotesqueness one
he know the man who fled at his ap- may find pathos, but it is a sorrowful
proach was the maid's lover? The figure, a dreadful head and face, sans
fellow came to the farm house next hair, sans teeth, sans —everything.
day and reproached his sweetheart, Some glimmer of the soul yet lingers
who, running to her master, told him there, but the door is ajar, and low,
the man was there. But the rascal low the lights are burning.
had made off. The next morning the The other old woman presents an
Jersey cow was found dead and half —
almost indecent picture indecent be-
stuffed into the grave in the field. cause it was ever printed at all. Her
By what are dreams caused ? The thin white hair hangs in unkempt
cynic, or shallow thinker will say by strings about her ears; her poor face,
indigestion, the state of the stomach, with its sunken pit of a mouth, hardly
late suppers, indiscretions in eating and bears a trace of humanity. It is like
drinking. These cause the nightmare, some dreaded mask, some shocking
but the nightmare is not a dream in caricature of our human figure. She
the cold prophetic meaning of that can neither see nor hear. She has to
term. A nightmare is something heavy be fed and cleansed like an infant.
or appalling that is going to fall upon Her eyes alone live. They shine out
you or cause you to fall. In a sense, of their caverns with an insane look.
it is prophetic, too, since it warns you What fragment of the Soul or Spirit
to refrain from habits which cause remains housed in this frail old tene-
internal disorganization —
but, believe ment? What joy or pleasure or knowl-
it or not, there are dreams caused by edge remains to make life precious,
the Soul —that strange and ghostly living more than a torment to herself?
Spirit which, while all that is mortal and a grievous trouble to those about
in us lies prone, lost in the inertia of her ? Grim questions these, but I
Sleep —
slips out of its unguarded have in mind an illustration which
prison, the body, and wanders at will came under the observation of the
into the strange places and among the writer. A mother, infinitely old —
strange peoples which your mortal unable to help herself physically in'
brain has never known, your mortal any slight degree, yet mentally alive
eyes never seen. Life has many mys- and even keen, had a spinster daughter
teries one of which is dreams. Saith who grumbled day and night over the
Elihu in the Book of Job "In a :
trouble the poor old lady was to her-
dream, in a vision of the night, when self, the servants, everybody. She
deep sleep falleth upon men in slum- used to scold the old creature as she
berings upon the bed; then He openeth shook her cap straight or butted her
the ears of men and sealeth their into her chair. And all the while the
instruction." flaming old eyes knew and understood,
and what said the old heart that could
LONG LIFE— DO YOU DESIRE IT? not die when the aging daughter was
I AM looking at the pictures of two hardest and most cruel ? Perhaps
* very, very old women. One woman some curse lay deep there, for assuredly
is one hundred and seventeen years old vengeance —biding her day —came fast
the other, one hundred and twenty- and the after years, long after
full in
—
three ^and I am wondering why any- the old mother had been buried deep
— —
•KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 391
a hot temper and a sarcastic tongue Old Ireland. Wherever they may
be,
—
a very Irish combination -and the her children passionately adore her.
Lord Mayor himself often felt the sting An Irish exile was at dinner in Paris.
of both. White was once guilty of Someone proposed a toast of "The
some neglect of duty, and was sum- land we live in." "Aye, with all my
moned before his master, who said, soul," cried the Irishman, raising his
"White, have borne with you in
I glass. "^^?re's to poor old Ireland."
many things, but this complaint goes Ladies, the Pedlar's Pack is
39.3
— I
(for the simple reason that he never You, you of all, the gentlest,
before even sat in a flying machine). Most sensitive, refined.
No, Mr. Street doesn't soar through The pink of sweet perfections
In body, soul and mind;
the Massachussetts air-lanes or take even You, you the very essence
a short whirl up to the second balcony. Of every dainty thought
Neither does
Gaillard. The race is And action, out of woman
called and the hoax explained.
off Most delicately wrought !
Superlatively feminine,
his girl. And if the Man in any show What demon of the drama
gets that far, folks take it for granted Possessed you that you should
they have seen a "drama" and go Attempt to be a Rooster
home with a chloroformed purse. A Rooster, Maude, a ROOSTER ! ! !
change" a shoit
time ago.
The curtain i.s
going[up! -
Here we see the
beautiful back-
yard of Mrs. Jim's
boarding house in
Yellow Dog, Mon-
tana. In this
place through
many jolly but
monotonous
years, Mrs. Jim
( May Irwin) has
kept the prune
kettle stirred and
the boarders' sox
KATHLEEN PARLOW
in a state of re-
A brilliant young Canadian violinist who, hardly as yet out of her 'teens, has
succeeded in charming both Continental and Canadian ajdier.c.-s pair. Her chum
on the place is
GETTING A POLISH John Blake, one of the large crop of
SOMEWHERE in every comedy or "rough diamonds" that Tarking- •
^ farce running in New York at ton and George Cohan assure us are
present is an un programmed actor, to grown onl}^ under the Stars and
wit William Dollar, or more familiarly
: Stripes. It develops that Blake and
Dollar Bill. It seems that when an Mrs. Jim have been working a gold
author makes his hero lose a million or claim between them with but little
his heroine wallow suddenly in golden success. One day the mine gushes
guineas, he is certain of having a forth a ton or two of nuggets after —
double-barreled theme, guaranteed to —
the fashion of stage mines and in the
split a hickory skull at two hundred elation incident to her new-found
feet. Your Tired Business-Man may wealth, the boarding housekeeper starts
know or care nothing for the transmi- for Europe to break down the gates of
gration of souls, but he does know the Society and enjoy the crown of glory.
price of liver-and-bacon. And when a With her go Blake and her two charges,
Price is humanized, stuffed with clock- —
Georgiana and Henry another pair
work, and made the task-master of men of spotlessUncle Sammers. In Paris,
and women like ourselves, its capacity Mrs. Jim is made the prey of innumer-
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ROBSOX BLACK 391
fancy of some dreamer's brain. But " a journalist wears a high hat and
no
whether Guarnerius chose his material SOX, and borrows money from dv
from the north or the south side of the newspaper man."
trunk when he made Kathleen Parlow's That brings us to the third libel on
fiddle, some centuries since, he could the fraternity, entitled "The Cub," a
not have fashioned it for a better des- piece of palatable impertinence, the
tiny than to sing under her fingers. sort of exposition on newspaper ethics
Gifted with music ^filled with music that begins and ends with the emphasis
from her topmost strand of flying hair on 'cheek'. This must, however, be
to the ends of her bow- arm's sensitive construed by the reader as the mild-
fingers, this young Canadian violinist est of criticisms, for if the cub re-
has taken musical Canada by storm. porter who is the play's hero were
Born at Calgary, educated abroad, not of the don't-care-a-hoot class, no-
she has in her few short years played body would have suffered him beyond
before Queen Alexandra at Bucking- the first act.
ham Palace, studied in St. Petersburg Now to get down to business. The
with Leopold Auer, and won audiences Whites and the Renlaws, two proud
through all the music-steeped and keen- families of the Kentucky hill region,
ly critical cities of the Continent. This w^ere at war over a sow worth less than
season, after a successful tour abroad, a dollar-and-a-half. For twenty years
she has returned to the land of her this foolish feud has been in existence,
birth, and her musical insight, brilliant accumulating bitterness and vengeful
technique and imaginative power have hate which at times registered its fur}^
gained her a hearty welcome wherever by a death or two.
she has played. This looks like the first chapter of
The picture of her slim girlish figure " Ned, the Outlaw," I admit, but in the
at Winnipeg the other night, her violin fabric of the play forms only its histor-
cuddled under her chin, and her music ical background, and is described in
crying out across the sea of listeners, dialogue rather than simulated in
was one to be remembered long. action.
Guarnerius would have been proud of With a desire to investigate the
his handiwork could he have risen from trouble, the Louisville Courier-Journal
his narrow bed and heard the passion- sends into the troublesome district a
ate notes of his violin blending with cub reporter, Steve Oldham, whose
the singing tone of her favorite Can- innocence of the danger incurred is his
adian piano on the Winnipeg concert most outstanding qualification. Stev'e
stage. And, listening, one could well arrives in Whitesburg at the moment
believe that beyond the instruments that a grand jury, convened on behalf I
one could faintly catch another music of the Whites, condemns several Ren-
—
•
the music of the patient, steadfast lows to death. Steve, as a member of
trees on the wind-beaten mountain the community, is forced to take sides,
side, learning through centuries of and with neck-saving sagacity chooses
rack and storm to be violins. the camp of the Whites. As luck, or
the playwright, would have it, there
THE CUB steps into the story a pretty young i
f CAN call to mind only two vaudeville school-teacher, one of the Renlows, and j
^ libels on the newspaper man. Both after the manner of cub reporters, Steve
are recent. The black-face comedian falls in love. In such a dilemma, a
coming before the footlights glanced certain Mister White selects an uncouth
shyly at the tin- woodman and exploded maudlin-pated daughter of his sheriff to
this •; yoke the newcomer from Louisville for
"Wh-wh-what is de difference between the remainder of his days. That is the
a newspaper man and a journaHst?" gate where the fun comes in. One
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ROBSOX BLACK 399
evening, at a truce
dance, both factions
meet at the school-
house. The Whites
have discovered
that the
reporter
has betrayed them,
and in their sancti-
fied, gentle way,
threaten to put
him to death. But
Steve, -with that
instinct for safety
that makes the in-
terviewer fetch his
hickor}' umbrella
into the irate poli-
tician's parlor,
he packs up his
other collar, and
scoots for the Ren-
lows. Same luck
again. Suspicious
of his double plav,
the Renlows decide
that Mr. Oldham
is far better Amting
up the immigration
office in Hades, and
plan to hasten his
change of resi-
dence. But with
the crafty instinct
of all stage re-
porters, our Cub
sneaks out of the
difficulty as inno-
cently as he tum-
bled in, marries
the pretty school-
teacher, and with
magical zeal and
overpowering per-
suasiveness, which
only a play-wright
could furnish a
man in such a raw
emergency, he con-
vinces the feud-
ists of their folly
DOROTHY DO.VXBLLY
in spilling blood By her daringly accurate and finished depiction of the title part
in Madame Y
and wasting en- she has linked her name securely to Fame
')e$tnut$ and
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By Rex Croasdell
Illustrated with Photographs
/ estimate that in ivheat and flax alone the State of North Dakota is shipping
out each year fertility to the atnount of fifty million dollars. The same thing
may come true of the farm lands of Western Canada, the ccniditions in the two
countries being identical. No country can continue indefinitely to ship out its
fertility. . . . The end must come at last. —Professor Thomas Shaw.
THE CANADIAN FIELD PEA, A NITROGEN-PRODUCING LEGUME, THRIVES WELL IN ALL PARTS OF THE
WESTERN PROVINCES. THIS CROP WAS GROWN IN THE SWAN RIVER VALLEY
New England's exhausted farms, meant year or do you prefer to squander your
;
nothing to him or his kind. Does it capital riotously now and suffer the
mean anything to you? pinch of a poverty-stricken soil later
Western Canada to-day has one too on ? You may fatten for a while on the
many things in common with the one-crop method of robbing the soil of
Dakotas of ten or more years ago. The its substance, but that way leads to the
one thing too many is the soil-robber — husks later on; and there will be no
a species too often mistakenly tagged fatted calves to kill.
as the "pioneer farmer". "But the land is cheap; and we're
What are you going to do about it? pioneer farmers opening up a new
Yes! you, Mr. Canada West Farmer. country," you say. Gosh Almighty,
This is addressed direct to you. You, we know you are pioneer farmers the ;
the man who, in a few years' time, will enormous saving to you, in the price of
either be eulogised as a true nation- land, is your pay for opening up this
builder, or derided as a wastrel— new country. Go earn your wages'
profligate dissipater of your country's "But there isn't any need for better
wealth. What are you going to do methods. Our farms are yielding big
about it ? You must not wait ten years dividends; and besides, the land is
to decide. Your neighbors tried that most adapted for wheat growing," say
experiment and found it disastrous. you. You point to your high average
The hard-bought experience of others is yields per acre —
^yields produced in
—
yours to profit by if you will. Will spite of the folly of cropping wheat year
" What's biting this fellow
you practice methods which will estab- after year.
lish in permanency the wonderful fer- anyhow ? you ask. I 'm simply asking
'
'
tility of your virgin soil and secure to you to put two or three times more
you bigger net profits each successive money in your jeans every year t'lan
404
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'.VHO SAYS CLOVER WILL NOT GROW WELL IK CAKADA.' THIS CLOVER FIELD GREW AND BLOSSOMED LAST YEAR
IN MANITOBA. NEXT YEAR THE LAND WHERE IT GREW WILL PRODUCE A DOUBLB YIELD OF WHEAT
you are now and to make sure that Don't let Prosperity Unlimited be held
your sons and your sons' sons will be up by any old hot-boxes.
able to do as well. There can only be You cannot grow wheat year after
one remedy for money-mad farming year on the same land ^^•ithout a simul-
many of you are money-mad farmers taneous impoverishment of the soil and
and that is a treatment which will clear a consequent diminution of the average
your greed-blurred vision to see the yield. In a few years such a course ^\'ill
paths which lead to greater and surer lead to barren acres and exhausted
wealth. If love of country and fore- farms. A bushel of wheat takes about
thought for posterity had any influence thirty cents' worth of fertility from the
on you, the cry of the conservationist soil in it was grown.
which This fer-
would not be heard in the land; there shipped out of the countr\' along
tility is
would be no need for his gospel. with the wheat but it isn't paid for.
The fault with your present system Thirty cents looks cheap, but view it in
is sheer shiftlessness. You are copying the aggregate. Figure the aggregate
the methods which have resulted in the out for yourself at thirty cents on the
agricultural bankruptcy of many coun- bushel for the total yield last year from
tries which were once as good as yours. the prairie provinces. Millions of dol-
No one can deny that the Canadian lars look mighty impressive as they
West is eminently adapted for the grow up from thirty cents under your
gro\ying of small grains. It would be own pencil's point.
foolish to contend that the wheat crop The fertility which is shipped out of
is not the axle around which the wheel the country along\\-ith the wheat doesn't
of western wealth revolves. What is represent the total loss by any means.
needed is a little rnore axle grease. The elements of fertilitv which wheat
405
CLOVER AND TIMOTHY TOGETHER MAKE THE BEST SORT OF FODDER. BOTH FLOCRISH ON THE PRAIRIES
AS THIS PHOTOGRAPH OF A READY-TO-CUT FIELD SHOWS
takes from the soil are just those absolute necessity if you are to retain
elements which bind the soil together. for your own profit the fertility of your
Look out some windy day over land soil.
which has been cropped year in, year Small grains thrive on nitrogenous
out, for a few years. Mighty dusty, matter in the soil; they cannot grow
isn't it? The soil does "blow" after without it. It is the presence of enorm-
the money-mad farmer has had his way ous quantities of nitrogen in the virgin-
with for a few years, doesn't it?
it soils of Western Canada that has given
That kind of loss might represent many the territory its pre-eminence as a pro-
times thirty cents to the bushel. ducer of wheat. Wheat is profligate in
Yet you can keep all this fertility at itsconsumption of nitrogen. If wheat
home and more along with it ; increase isgrown year after year the nitrogen
your aggregate annual production of which it consumes in its growth must
wheat from the same acreage; reap be put back into the soil sooner or
richer dividends from your capital and later. Nitrogen is the first essential to
labor outlay; and establish yourself w^heat production. The farmers of the
and posterity in a fixed prosperity. United States shipped it away with the
How? By applying the axle grease. wheat from their lands; they are now
You don't have to stop the merry whirl putting it back on wheatlands in the
of the wheel of wealth to do it. Only form of commercial fertilizers at a cost
a slight modification of your present to them of over fifty million dollars per
system of farming is necessary. A year. Expert chemists estimate the
rotation crop every fourth year will present value of nitrogen as 16^ cents
completely change the complexion of per pound. As far back as the early
—
things and mark this well now, a nineties, eighty billion pounds of nitro-
rotation crop every fourth year is an genous material entered into the crea-
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THE SAME FIELD AFTER HARVEST. THE FINEST WINTER FEED IN SASKATCHEWAN IN COCKS
READY FOR THE HAY RACK AND THE STACK
tion of one harvest in the United States. present profits, would you do it? It
Three Billion and Four Hundred Million can be done. Easy. See here: wheat
Dollars' worth of nitrogen to produce one takes nitrogen from the soil; clovers,
harvest. Does it get you? Do you alfalfa, vetches and field peas put it
begin to realize why you should begin back at a ratio of about three to one.
to consen' e the store of nitrogen in your Introduce a nitrogen producing crop
soil? The United States wheat farmer into the rotation ever}' fourth year and
wasted his store of nitrogen; he ex- you've solved the riddle. Now! listen
ported it with his wheat and now to the howl. " But that means the loss
imports it at so much real money per of a wheat crop." It does not mean
pound. You -udll not be able to buy the loss of a wheat crop The cr}^ that
!
nitrogen that way. The commercial proper rotation means a halt in wheat
nitrogen supply is limited. Already a production has no excuse for its exist-
"nitrogen famine" has been predicted. ence. It is the simplicity of the crop
The prediction is soundly based upon a rotation method which is the greatest
comparison of the present visible sup- obstacle to its adoption. Because the
ply -^-ith the yearly increasing demand. remedy is palatable few consider it
You have many billions of dollars' efficacious. You can rotate and yet
worth of nitrogen in Western Canada. continue to grow wheat each year if you
Keep it there. must. Rotate by instalments if you
If it were shown to you that you haven't courage or generosity enough
could not only retain the priceless stores to put your land all under a rotation
of nitrogen but greatly enlarge them crop at one time. In any case, the
and at the same time increase your rotation crop will so largely increase
annual production of wheat without the yield from the three succeeding
breaking another acre or reducing your crops of wheat that vou will never be
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able to tell from your bank book that a between times grain crops. At least
year was skipped. The rotation simply five crops for the cost of three in time
means a proper preparation of the seed and trouble. A four years' rotation
bed for the succeeding grain crops. and general diversified farming is, of
Here, listen to this, quoted verbatim course, the ideal system. But this is
from the latest bulletin on the subject not a revolutionary article. You are
published by the Department of Agri- only asked for the half-loaf; and if you
culture at Washington: give it, there will never come to you a
The Farmer's Co-operative Demonstra- more certain vindication of the wisdom
tion Work now carried on in twelve States, of casting bread upon the waters. You
employs 375 travelling agents, and has many-
thousands of demonstration farms. It is
want more money take it. Take it
:
proving by results on thousands of farms from the soil which you are now
that preparation of the soil so as to make robbing.
the best seed bed adds 100 per cent, to the Some advocates of the ruinous
average crop on similar lands with an
average preparation in the old way that the
;
methods of continual grain cropping
planting of the best seed makes a further may point to the example set by
gain of 50 per cent.; and that shallow, Egypt. They will say, and say with
frequent cultivation produces an increase truth, that Egypt has been sowing and
of another 50 per cent., making a total gain
reaping the same crops on the same
of 200 per cent., or a crop three times the
average crop produced on those farms where land since before the Exodus without
the plan and methods of demonstration work any visible diminution of yield up to
have not been adopted. the present day. Such advocates will
Think of it. ^4 crop three times the say that their own methods must be
average. And all you have to do is to right because they have been estab-
make a better seed bed, exercise
little lished by many 'thousands of years of
a little more care in the selection of usage. But they ignore entirely the
your seed, and do a little cultivating. physical conditions which have made it
But the seed-bed must be properly pre- possible —
and profitable —
for the
pared. It is more than half way to Egyptian farmer to continue the one-
the production of a three-times-better crop principle interminably. The
crop. Remember the proper prepara- River Nile overflows its banks ever>'
tion of the seed bed. Fix your soil so year, flooding all the cultivated sections
that it is in the best possible shape for and depositing in its silt more than a
the germination of the seeds which pound of nitrogen to every bucketful of
you wish to grow in it. You want to water which the eager earth sucks in.
grow wheat. You must have a wheat The waters of the Nile contain more
seed-bed. nitrogen, in available form for plant
You know now that the most food, than any other waters of the
essential element of plant food for the earth; 1.7 per cent, is the chemical
proper and full germination of wheat analysis. If you want to duplicate the
seed is nitrogen. Y'ou know that the methods of Egyptian agriculture, you
continual cropping of wheat robs the must also duplicate the physical feat-
seed bed of nitrogen. You know that ures which make such practice possible.
you must, from time to time, put the Put into the Saskatchewan, and your
nitrogen back. What you don't seem other rivers, a few million dollars' worth
to know is that a leguminous crop of nitrogen a year; erect a many-
clovers et ai. —
will put into the soil million dollar irrigation plant, which
sufficient nitrogen to give the highest Egypt's yearly baptism of
will imitate
possible germination to three successive fertilityand then cry " What's good
;
crops of wheat. If 3^ou do know it, enough for Egypt is good enough for
more shame to you for not acting up to us". One money -mad farmer volun-
the light that is within you. How to teered the information that he knew of
maintain and increase present fertility farms in England upon which wheat
should be your most urgent question. had been grown continually for fifty
—
The answer is legumes. Legumes years and maintained an average yield
once every four years will give you an of 123^ bushels per acre. He didn't
increase of 100 per cent, on all the know if commercial fertilizers had been
—
applied. His statement is given to you It represents your capital. Are you
without confirmation, but there is no going to live on the substance or
necessity to question its truth. The bring up the interest to a profit-yield-
men who work the 123^ bushel per ing figure ever}' year?
acre land are only one- third farmers. Let's get back to the legumes. The
The average yield from all the wheat- methods of Eg\-pt are not practicable
lands of England is 32.2 bushels per here. We're in the promised land now.
acre, an average which has hardly Why legimies? Because nitrogen must
varied for over half a century. The go back to the soil. It is of no use
shiftless farmers over there the ^ looking to artificial fertilizers to make
one-third variety like —their lazy up the loss; you have already learned
brethren round about your place, are that there -^ill be no commercial nitro-
content with their miserable little yield gen in a very few years. Nature has
provided that they can secure it \A-ith provided an illimitable store of nitrogen
the expenditure of ver^- little brawn in the air; and Nature has also pro-
and much less brain. There is some vided a ridiculously simple process by;
little excuse for the 12-bushel man which the free atmospheric nitrogen
there. He is, invariably, a poverty- may be fixed in the soil and made avail-
ridden renter with nothing more than a able for the sustenance of growing grain
lease-hold interest in the fertility of the crops. Wheat is the most gluttonous
soil which he instdts by his shoddy consumer of nitrogen; hence wheat
methods of cultivation. It is the men must be fed nitrogen in the largest
who have a self-interest in the conserva- possible rations. It was the Romans,
tion of the fertility of their farms, who, two thousand years ago, who dis-
by thorough methods get thirty-five covered that a leguminous crop
and forty-five bushel yields and keep clovers, alfalfa, field peas and such like
England's wheat average up to 32.2 — would put back into the soil the sub-
bushels per acre. You o\N'nvour farm. stance which wheat demanded for its
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410 MONEY-MAD FARMING
fullestgrowth. They did not ask the The presence of volunteer pea-vines
reason why, they just rotated clovers in many districts testifies to the soil's
with wheat. It was left for that adaptability to the growth of legumes
eminent soil scientist Hellriegel to without any inoculation. And even
discover the underlying cause which where inoculation may be necessary it
produced the magical efifect. In 1886 is very simple. A few cents' worth of
he convinced the scientific world that "culture" will inoculate a bushel of
the little root nodules which are dis- seed; and let it here be understood
cernible on leguminous plants are that a series of practical tests have
caused by families of many millions of proved that the msot certain method
a peculiar bacteria. His experiments of inoculation is by a direct application
proved that the action of these bacteria of the "culture" to the seed itself.
enabled the plants of legumes to draw Twenty-five cents sent to the labora-
the nitrogen from the air and fix a very tory of bacteriology at Guelph in
generous surplus in the soil. The Ontario will bring you enough " cul-
scientific gentlemen got busy immedi- ture" to inoculate sufficient seed to
ately. By scientific computation, sow six acres.
based on the results of experiments in The Government of Saskatchewan is
the field extending over several years, pushing this alfalfa proposition. The
they have established this fact one — Minister of Agriculture will hand you
crop of legumes, such as red clover and six hundred dollars to spend where,
alfalfa, vetches and field peas, will when and how you like, if, within three
collect from the air and fix in the soil years, you can show the best ten-acre
sufficient nitrogen to give three bum- field of alfalfa in your district. You'll
per yields of wheat the three following have about a dozen chances at this
years. Not a stingy twelve-bushel-to- easy money. There are several thous-
the-acre yield but a great big purse- ands of dollars held in trust by the
busting bumper crop, three times hand Minister of Agriculture for distribution
running. And the fertility of the soil amongst those farmers, who* by the
continues to multiply. season of 1914, can show a first-class
Will you do it? Will you preserve crop of alfalfa standing on a ten-acre
for your own profit and posterity's gain plot. The leading capitalists of the
the wonderful fertility of your virgin country are backing the Government,
soil ? Will you drop out from the ranks and contributions are piling up a
of the Shoddy Brigade and become a tempting looking total of prize-money.
real farmer, producing real crops, and The Minister will give you all the details
with a real big bank balance? if you'll drop him a note to-night after
There can be no practical doubt chores are done.
about the possibility of growing The thing started this way. The
legumes in Western Canada. Professor Minister of Agriculture was at a con-
Thomas Shaw has been all over the vention of agriculturists in Regina
territory between Winnipeg and Ed- about a year ago. There were a few
monton. He has scientifically exam- men at the convention, and somebody
ined the soils and climate of the — the Minister is suspected — led the
districts. He has
carried out the same talk away from the all- wheat craze and
exhaustive investigations in the Goose suggested alfalfa as a cure for the evil.
Lake, Prince Albert and Carrot River The wise men knew you would have to
territories, and has probed into the be coaxed, so a subscription was
soils between Regina and Saskatoon. started. Within a few months nearly
He speaks with absolute knowledge and seven thousand dollars were in the
authority. He says that the soils of kitty, and the Government announced
the districts he has examined are that entries were open.
adapted to the growth of nitrogen- Saskatchewan has been divided into
producing legumes. He states posi- four sections, and several prizes will
tively that even where the precipitation be given in each. There's a chance for
may not suffice for the fullest growth big money in it. Do you want to show
of red clover, alfalfa will flourish. your neighbor that 3^ou can raise stuff
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NIGHT 411
better'n he can? Do you want to call or five, a stQl heavier crop, and may
a bet of six hundred to nothing that be cut three times each year. Figure
you can't raise alfalfa that'll make Jan out your profits for yourself. Clover
Peterson's ten acres look like a marble or alfalfa hay, fed to stock, makes values
slab? Remember, this is no coupon on the hoof go aviating and at the same
;
——
quiring much less attention its culti- And, for the land's sake, start
vation is almost negligible ^vields four rotating:.
NIGHT
BY MARY GARVIN
WHIRR
A
A
A
of whizzing wings,
flash of white,
sound of flying things,
A shaft of light,
A shadow on the hills,
A
zephyr's sigh,
Murmur of distant rills,
Lo! Night is nigh.
"this must be alosing time of the year air of a student rather than that of a
in the passenger line. And just think, really active worker, wiry in frame
boys, here we are —four men, reported and possessed of more than the aver-
—
normally sane at least, we haven't age muscle, could hardly have been
been sent to the county observation recognized as one of the leading politi-
ward, taking a trip to work up a mid- cal reporters of Montreal. Emmett,
century superstition -u-ithin call of also, was known as a good man in his
civilization on every hand. I can't calling. He was medium in build,
imagine how the old man stood for it, dark of complexion, and wore an air
though it tickles me to death. I don't of lassitude due to his long custom of
think there's anything in it. But standing quietly by while the reporter
even a good newspaperman can make with whom he covered his assignment
mistakes." arranged details. But the others knew
And the rest of the party, being of that in emergency he could take the
the same profession, nodded in grave initiative as quickly as any man, and
acquiescence, seeing nothing humorous that it was because of this qualit}' that
in the remark. he had been selected for the mission.
"When a self-made millionaire drops Eric Swanson was large-boned and
his pet project as Brandt has done, powerful, with the clean, babyishly
and takes his whole family away from soft face and the mild blue eyes of an
an estate he wanted to make a rival infant. But he had proved his worth
to those in the East, there must be sufficiently to let his associates know
something in the stor}%" said Thomp- what his superior officers thought of
son slowly. "Of course, I don't be- the journey on which they were send-
lieve in this rot handed out to us. ing him. The other reporters realized
Yet he isn't a man to get frightened. this at once, and a more alert attitude
I suppose we've all got the same facts. was apparent in each.
He said that, ever since the papers had Newspaper men, turned loose on
been making so much fun of the thing, what they regard as a virtual holiday,
especially about his coming back and each with a liberal expense account,
early, thathe wanted the truth stated. thaw quickly after an hour in the buffet
And he said we could use his new house car. The button to summon the porter
up there, where all this has occurred, was not overlooked, and, after the
and camp out in it until we settled it, white-suited waiter had removed the
ifthere was an^-thing to settle." final dishes, the topic of their errand
The four had drifted into the smok- was brought up.
ing room, gazing at the Hghts of the "I don't know whether you fellows
railroad yards as the train rolled slowly have any plans or not," said Thompson,
through the suburbs, and, although "but I take it we all start from Ste.
they met on assignments nearly ever}^ Louise the morning we arrive."
day, each one recognized by instinct "Iroquois is the better starting
that when men who occupied their point," responded Brady, ringing for
respective positions on the staffs of some more Scotch, "it's just around
their papers were sent out on what the bay, and the road which leads
seemed an absurd errand, that the past Cross Village and beyond that old
managing editors must have felt con- monastery that used to be there will
vinced that the repeated tales coming take you to the point we want to reach
from the West were true. Each, with after one or two cut-offs. Brandt told
a similar instinct, was guarded in his me there weren't much provisions in
conversation, their joint mission being the house, although the cooking uten-
referred to in a most general way. sils were there, and I imagine the place
Brady, heavy set and with smooth- isfitted up in magnificent style, even
shaven, jocular face and sandv hair, though he didn't have time to complete
looked just what he was — one' of the
best police reporters in the city.
it."
"Suppose, as we'reall on the same
George Thompson, of the Tribunal, trip, that you tell me what it's all
rather tall, spectacled, and having the about,' '^said Emmett. "I was shipped
— • n
got a different version on the borders first time. I understand his house is
of France. It's more on the vampire barely completed. He had the soil
—
order an idea that the werewolf takes analyzed and found he could make
the shape of a man to fool little chil- experiments in forestr)^ on these big
dren out late vacant tracts,
— he is strong just as he
on kids as an picked it up
article of diet. touring Ger-
They say in many.
Gascony the "Now, any
idea is that region of this
he takes the size is apt to
form of a be Tvild. This
pries t —al- railroa d
ways lame. doesn't take
But he can- us within
no t avoid thirty miles
having the of it. We
hands and the must reach
feet of a wolf. there by boat
So he is al- or wagon.
ways muffled The little
in a long towns, like
cloak, his In dian Vil-
fangs sho w lage, Cross
when he talks Village and
and he tries so on, "u-ithin
to conceal his fifteen miles
feet in men's or so of there,
shoes. The have lots of
encyclopedia Indian resi-
I got all this dents. Many
in at the of them are
Public Libra- French- Cana-
ry-, " he ad- dians, al-
ded, "said though plen-
that the lame ty are half-
'SUPPOSE, AS WB RE .\LL ON THE SAME TRIP, TH.\T YOU TELL
priest de- ME WHAT it's all ABOUT," SAID EMMETT breeds. But
scribed was they are all
always seen after nightfall and always badly scared now. Thej^'ve the idea
"
'hirpled in the left leg.' too, that there's a werewolf up there.
"Maybe I can make it plainer," said They have been stampeding in from
Thompson. "Here's Henr}' Brandt, their little houses in the clearings
who has made his pile and has become into the villages, at the stories
interested in forestry* —
he's the key- the country correspondents sent in
note of the stor}-. He has estabHshed first. I remember wiring back to
a big summer home, far out of the usual our man at Ste. Louise asking if
resort region, north of Iroquois, but he had gone crazy. But there was
around the point that juts out into the no changing them. Finally, some
lake. I believe you can see the Mink papers commenced to handle the story,
Islands from there. There is tract and we've all had to get busy."
after tract ofstump land that has been "But what has all this to do with
cut over. There was plenty of unoc- anything in my line?" asked Emmett,
cupied land when he bought it, and impatiently.
he bought it all. He's got an immense "You're to photograph the wolf,'"
estate in the rough, and last spring he said Brady.
started improvements on it for the Thompson interposed again.
.
J
EDWARD B. WATERWORTH 419
have to buy provisions at Iroquois and where do you expect to stop, Nora?"
go north from there some way. We The girl played with her pocket-
intend to make Brandt's home our book thoughtfully.
headquarters. But just how we can "I didn't know it was so far from
cover the ground remains to be seen. Iroquois," she said at length. "I had
I've never been in that part of the counted on staying there and running
country." up in a motor boat or hiring a rig each
"I drove up to Cross Village once," day. But the trip is too long. I
the girl remarked, "and it's wild think I will have to send a boy up to
enough in some districts there for see if I can't get someone in that region
almost anything to happen. But I to take me in. I intend to cover the
had hardly expected to find that the country as well as you."
residents around here were so densely "What," almost shouted Thompson,
ignorant of the matter. All seem to "going up into that wilderness by your-
treat it as a kind of joke. Even one self! And to stop with people miles
of the clerks I spoke to last night just from any railroad, whom you don't
smiled. He said that was what came know anything about! Why, Miss
of making the Indians be temperate. Westemonde, it's impossible ! Besides,
That instead of drinking whiskey, to rove around in a district like that,
they drank coal oil or fusel oil and where there are so many Indians
"
commenced to see things." and
Anuproarious shout of welcome Xora Westemonde interrupted him
arose at this juncture as Brady en- curtly.
tered and proceeded to shake hands "I'm handhng this for the Times,
and welcome ^liss Westemonde vol- Mr. Thompson," she said, "and I have
ubly. to follow my own methods in getting
Close behind Brady followed the there. Of course, I'm handicapped
hotel porter, who approached Thomp- because I'm a girl. But I'm going to
son and addressed him hurriedly. try for the storv^ just the same."
"You'll have to be quick, Mr. "We'll help you all we can," put in
Thompson, if you want to catch that Swanson; "but, Nora, this is really too
first train," he said; "she's pulling out bad a trip for you. Why not wait at
in about five minutes." Iroquois and get the story?"
Thompson turned to the girl. "Twenty-four hours later than you
"Areybu quartered here. Miss Weste- get it?" queried the girl, with a smile.
monde?" he asked. Swanson smiled in reply, but made
"Yes." no answer. Brady changed the con-
"Why not take a run around the versation by pointing out of the win-
Bay with us? It will be a pleasant dow^
trip even if it is this early in the day. "Even if we are near civilization,
Maybe we can map out something on does it look as if anything unusual
the way over." happening up here would be out of
was only a few minutes later that
It the way?" he asked.
the four were whirling around the ex- One glance out of the window showed
panse of sandhills at the foot of the what he meant. There could be seen
Bay, gazing out of the windows at the a stretch of hillside and bluff, abso-
waves as they drove in from the lake lutely bare of big timber, but thickly
and talking about the methods thev clothed with a matted tangle of young
would have to follow. trees and shrubs, so dense that it
"There is only one thing I can see," would hardly have been possible to
said Swanson at last. "The four of force a way through them. One road,
us, Thompson, Brady, Emmett and as they flashed by, showed itself as a
myself, will have to divide the region bare line between two heavy walls of
in that country and go scouting about underbrush. All could see how, in the
to run this thing down. If Brandt's darkness of night, any apparition might
house is really a kind of storm centre, be deemed possible by superstitious In-
we might as well camp there. But dians if bursting out upon them from
—
420 THE SCARLET STRAND
such coyering. And then almost im- come back from the dead to suck the
mediately the scene changed. The blood of the living, thereby perpetuat-
train was rumbling past long lines of ing their own unnatural lives. Lycan-
cottages, all with heavily boarded thropus was the word. That's a new
windows and doors, the region which angle to the game —
this thing of their
was so gay in summer now abandoned biting the jugular vein to draw out
and still. Even the big hotel, looming the life blood."
above, seemed lonely and desolate, "What's that about the jugular?
although a single caretaker was prowl- Didn't you get that last report?" de-
ing listlessly about its lawn. manded Brady in one breath.
"I don't know whether the wilder- "No; I've been mostly around the
ness has much on this part of the region wharves," answered Swanson.
for dismal appearance," said Swanson " Well," said Thompson slowly,
thoughtfully. "I've always believed "when Brady and I met the last farmer
that there's nothing so desolate as an arrival, he told us the details of that
abandoned human habitation." last death. And the only injury on
"Well, in the meantime," said Brady the body is a small hole in the jugular
impatiently, "we'll have to find a place vein."
to sit down when we get to Iroquois. The five sat in silence and looked at
We can get gloomy later on." each other. Then Thompson rose.
"Iroquois!" yelled the conductor, "We might as well get busy," he
as the train came to a stop, reaching said briefly. And all nodded under-
its terminus. standingly. But, seeing the look
Here was another town which showed which passed over the girl's face,
the effects of lack of summer visitors. Thompson stopped quickly, letting
The streets were quieter even than the the others walk to the office.
early hour justified, and the shops "I hope you'll drop this idea of going
where curios were sold were all shut- up in that region. Miss Westemonde,"
tered and obviously closed for the year. he said. "There is no place to stay
Brady glanced around hini with dis- we'd gladly take you if we could, but
approval. four men with one girl alone, you know
"Ah," he said, his countenance " and he waved an expressive
lighting up, "here's a hotel over here. hand, "really, I don't think it's safe for
Let's get a little second edition of that you to go prowling around up there
breakfast." by yourself."
The hotel furnished a rendezvous Nora Westemonde showed a slight
where it was agreed a conference should tinge of color on either cheek and looked
be held at noon to decide on methods at him steadily.
of procedure. And to this conference "I'm going to cover my assignment,
all came with serious faces. Mr. Thompson," she said. "Will you
"It's going to be a story, after all," be back before you start?"
said Swanson, "the farmers are getting And Thompson, after an affirmative
aroused now. When a lot of them get reply, walked out to rejoin his com-
to seeing things, it isn't a fairy tale. panions with thoughtfully bent head.
The Indians are commencing to get Now that their work was fully on, the
into this town now. I spoke to a men went into it with zest. Antici-
priest, who has one of the Indian con- pating a trip through the woods, each
gregations, and he refused to discuss had provided himself with a pair of
the matter, merely saying that such tennis shoes and another of stout
heathenish superstitions were out of leather, together with a suit either of
place in this age. Still, I found he was khaki or heavy canvas as their taste
a Greek scholar, and got him talking decreed. So far as clothing went they
over were- wolves, and he finally warmed were well supplied, for all had brought
up and gave me their title in the old heavy underwear, suitable for the chill
days and a lot of stuff besides. The breeze which prevailed at that time
Greeks wove them into some connection of the year on the northern shores.
—
with vampires the creatures which But as they left the hotel, Emmett,
EDWARD 3. WATERWORTH 421
',vho had been silent throughout the they strolled back to the hotel, "this
morning, suddenly turned. so-called joke is commencing to be
"I slipped my little .22 calibre auto- sinister even in civilization. That
matic into my pocket when I left," he fellow's plainly afraid."
said, "but this is beginning to look as Both Swanson and Thompson were
if I might need something more, armed with light automatic pistols of
Thompson. I think I'll get a good .32 calibre, and, as Thompson already
shot-gun before I go up in the woods." had a rifle, he deemed this sufficient.
Thompson nodded approvingly. "I borrowed the gun from Colonel
"If we go roaming about armed with Moriarty," he said, "and it's a new
rifles, we'll make ourselves a laughing Winchester. It'll shoot hard enough
stock," he said, "but it's perfectly to break any charm that hangs over
proper to have a shot-gun along for our mutual quarry."
game. Besides, a twelve-bore gun Brady, whom they found seated in
loaded with buckshot is going to make animated converse with Nora Weste-
any vampire or whatever it is sit up monde on the porch of the hotel, was
and take notice if it gets the charge also satisfied with his weapon.
square." "I left my own gun at home," he
"We'll have to get horses, though," said, "but I brought one I borrowed
said Swanson. "We can't go about from Sergeant Jerry Horrigan. It's a
on foot." .38 calibre police model, and I want to
After and debate it
investigation be at the rear end of it when it goes
was decided that they should
finally off."
travel to the place in a six-seated Brady's cause for animation was
wagon, used during the summer for soon manifest. Having been entrusted
driving the "resorters" about. The with the purchase of the provisions, it
livery stable keeper v^'illingly agreed developed that he had boarded one of
to furnish them with two horses as the passenger steamers which touched
saddlers, to be returned when they at the docks, on its trip to be laid up
came back, and also supplied them for the winter, and had found that the
with a driver to take them to their bar which flourished during the sum-
destination. The latter, evidently a "
mer, had much of its stock still on
man with Indian blood in his veins, board. Accordingly he had fitted out
shifted his quid of tobacco reluctantly the party with several cases of bottled
when told of his mission, and went beer, whiskey and an abundance of
unwillingly to harness the horses. claret.
"You can sta}' all night, you know," "How are we to get all that stuff up
called Brady consolingly. "You don't there?" asked Swanson blankly.
have to make that long drive back "I've made arrangements for that,"
again at once." said Brady in lordly fashion. "A
"Me?" answered the driver, turning couple of these Indians here have a
abruptly. "I wouldn't stay up there Mackinaw boat. They will take it up
all night —no matter what you pay. by lake for me. They won't agree to
I'll stop, comin' back, at the Blagdon stick around, though. I asked them,
farm. He's cousin of mine. It's ten thinking we might need a guide.
mile back this wav from where you put They're scared to death of something."
up." Swanson and Thompson looked at
"Evidently," remarked Swanson, as each other thoughtfully,
To be continued
:
By Norman Rankin
Illustrated with Photographs
SOMEONE
the door.
was knocking loudly at
sat up
ing puzzlement and incredulity :
on the river. For two years he had Great Northern was only a dream.
been operating a fleet of row boats, The bulk of supplies came up from
freighting down to the construction Walla Walla and points in Montana
camps potatoes which he raised in and Washington. From the head of
the fertile Windermere Lake district navigation on the Kootenay they were
a hundred miles up. When he first packed overland into Golden City.
came into the country, as a chainman Three hundre^d mules sweated on the
with a locating party of engineers, job.
the scarcity of food supplies struck —
Golden City the "City" was cut
him forcibly, and he decided then and out by the postal department when it
there that when the proper time came, opened an office at that point was —
he'd "cut loose" and go into business an ambitious, pioneering ccwnmunity.
for himself. Thirty-five hundred settlers stretched
And ver}^soon that time came. their camps from mountain base to
There was plenty of land for the mountain base, across the beautiful
taking, so he homesteaded a tract on plateau. There was irrigation galore
the Upper Columbia Lake, packed in from the Kicking Horse and Columbia
potato seed a hundred and fifty miles Rivers, which joined forces just below
from south of the line, in Montana, the settlement.
and planted "spuds." The people laughed at the young
These he brought down the river in man when he suggested steamboats,
his row boats, and sold them at Golden and advised him to "come and have
City. They brought seven cents a another drink." "The river's alto-
pound —a fair profit. gether too narrow," they said, "it's too
This sort of transportation, however, shallow, too crooked, and runs dry in
was unsatisfactory. The return trips the fall. Your old barge would be
upstream, against the current, were aground most of the time. Don't be
heartbreaking the competition by
; a fool. Forget it."
mule train keen. But the young man didn't; he would-
Spokane was in baby frocks. The n't. They couldn't "faze" him. He
Crow's Nest was unexploited. The Avasn't that brand.
424
XORMAX RAXKIX 425
William Mackenzie, no^v "Sir Wil- by a clumsy wheel at the stern, like
liam." of Canadian Xorthem fame, an overgrown lawn mower, and would
then a struggling young chap, operated carr\- unlimited freight; it made five
a sawmill near the city. He had it on or six miles against the stream, and
lease from the railroad, and contracted double that with it.
with them for bridge timbers. This The keel of the boat was laid on
mill was fitted with an Allis-Chalmer March 26th. and on May 8th, with
circular saw, with a capacity of thirty boilers and machinen,- securely fitted
thousand feet per day. But William into place, flags flying and whistle
— ^with that ingenuity which probably blowing, it steamed away from the
carried him where he isnow —turned landing at Golden Cit}' on its initial
out fifty thousand feet —lumber and trip to Windermere. The captain sat
slabs. He ran the mill eleven hours on the upper deck, outside the wheel-
a day, and paid his hands S26 a month. house. There was a smile on his face
The young man, whose name, by and joy in his heart.
the way, was Armstrong, grandson of True, there Avere unpaid bills behind
old Captain Logic Armstrong, original in his shipping office, and all sorts of
pilot in the early days of steamship prophecies current as to what was going
navigation between Montreal and Que- to happen to the boat when it got up
bec, was a typical pioneer; he knew the the river, but, as the bills weren't
game and how to play it. He took pressing, and the prophecies were cir-
rough lumber and slabs from the mill, culated by the rival pack-mulers. they
bought nails, oakum and paint, and didn't count.
sawed, hammered, chopped, caulked Cleopatra travelling the Xile in her
and painted until he fashioned a boat. gold and silver barge was not half so
Then he christened it 'The Duchess," proud of it as the captain was of "the
^vhich was an ambitious name for a original Duchess" when she first hit
tub like that. the water trail, inland from the rail-
The Duchess was flat-bottomed and road. During the construction of the
slab-sided, with immense superstruc- boat, the Kootenay Indians hearing
ture and projecting decks, and had ver\' of it. and being curiour, sent a delega-
much the appearance of an exaggerated tion down to inspect her. The report
parlor match box. It was propelled that thev took back was that it was
K FiaST THING VOL- SEE AT •• IKS I- A BIG SIGN-BOARD. AFTER VOf VE BEEN IP THE VALLEY
\Nr TO STEP UP AND SHAKE HANDS WITH IT
—
42 G MASTER OF THE RIVER
absolutely
—
a case of 'white man's at flood times —
there wasn't any best
folly" ^and altogether too big and about they simply couldn't.
it;
clumsy to be handled by oars. The Upper Columbia Navigation and
One bright afternoon, however, she Tramway Company were then issuing
appeared at Sam's Landing at the head local stamps for the transportation of
of Lake Windermere. The half-breeds mail matter. They were the only cor-
and Indians were astonished, stunned. poration or private concern, I believe,
Then their enthusiasm broke bounds, to have ever held such a concession.
and in a body of five hundred, they Bruce's mine, spelled and registered
swooped down to welcome her, and phonetically "the Parradice," was lo-
pulled her over the salmon fiats, on cated twenty miles west of the river,
which she had become temporarily in the Selkirk Mountains. There were
stranded. other mines. The problem was, and
That day everybody was sweet —
yet is though now delivery is at hand
tempered. Naturally. Sugar, of — transpoitation. "That is the only
which they had formerly received only thing which stands between us and
two and a half pounds per dollar, went opulence," chorused the mine owners
six pounds. Other necessary and lux- of that district.
urious supplies were reduced in like During the winter months, when the
ratio. There was a grand pow-pow; river was frozen over, the captain used
"What a great Chief is Strong Arm," to put in his time hauling ore to the
they sang, "he comes here to make us river side, to make freight for his
all and happy."
rich steamer. He hauled it down on hides,
Other and rival steamers spasmodic- a distance of eight miles, and teamed
ally broke into and withdrew from the it the balance of the way to the Land-
service, but through it all —
with the ing. When the spring came, there were
exception of two years, when, in '98, fifteen or twenty thousand bags of ore
the captain got the fever and stam- stacked up awaiting transportation.
peded to the Yukon, he steadily op- But it was a laborious, slow and un-
erated steamers on the Columbia. satisfactor}^ process.
Like the feline, however, he came back. In 'Oo, the district was thrown into
In '91, the first mining boom a paroxysm of joy over the announce-
placer —
struck the district. Transpor- ment that the Kootenay Central was
tation on the river was congested. about to lay a line up the valley. The
Prospectors, adventurers and miners announcement was immediately fol-
flocked into the valley from, all sides. lowed by the beginning of construction
The Honorable T. D. H. Cochrane, at Golden. Everybody smiled. "We
now deputy lieutenant governor of are on top of the wave of progress,''
the Isle of Wight, who had a placer they said to each other. "Prosperity
mine on Findlay Creek, financed a is being thrust upon us. Things are
steamer company, calling it "The coming our way."
Upper Columbia Navigation & Tram- But the Kootenay Central only
way Company." graded south some fifteen miles, and
Things drifted on until '96, when the then quit. The bottom dropped out
"lode" mining boom struck British of the boom, and the wave rolled on
Columbia. The following year, '97, westwards, leaving poor Golden strand-
Robert R. Bruce, who had bought the ed high and dry. The city, reduced
Paradise Mine, started the town of to seven or eight hundred inhabitants,
Wilmer. It was located on the high promptly went to sleep. "What's the
land a couple of miles from the northern use?" they said, "what's the good?
end of Lake Windermere. Here he There's a hoodoo somewhere."
established general stores. It was too As for the valley, it had never been
inconvenient to bring supplies all the properly wakened up. Now and then,
way from Windermere. There was no when the cry of "The Kootenay Cen-
bridge across the river, and horses and tral" broke loose, it stirred itself a bit,
supplies had to be transported as best sat up and rubbed its eyes. "That's
—
they could. Sometimes particularly the crv of 'wolf again," it wailed, and
LOOKING DOWN" OX THE BOW OF THE "KLAHOWYa" FROM THE PILOT HOUSE
drowsily turned over on the other side 'we'll have an extra boat and run a
to renew its sleep. And it's been daily service. I'm going to put the
sleeping ever since. 'North Star' into commission again.
Now, however, a change has come She was too big and expensive to run
about. Xow is really awakened.
it in the earlier days, and w^as a mistake
You can see in the t-^itching of its
it then, but -^-ill just about fill the bill
muscles and the stirring of its limbs; now."
in the faces of its people, and the traffic
at its station. When you drop off the train at
Such an ebb and flow of travel took Golden to-day, the first thing you see
place on the river all last summer that is a big white sign-board staring you
the capacity of the little "Klahowya" blankly in the face:
was taxed to its utmost. Tourists,
investors and himters have followed
GOLDEN, B. C.
one another in a steady stream. Half- Gatewav to the Fertile Columbia Val-
hearted and skeptical, they went in; ley^
rampant and enthusiastic, they came One hundred miles of the finest moun-
out. tain scenery in B. C.
"Every man that goes into the val- Himting and Fishing, Timber and
ley." said the captain to me, "is a Minerals.
walking advertisement for the district; Farm and Fruit Lands.
an animated propagandist; a convert, And you have to believe it, for it
an enthusiastic publicity agent." shouts at you in two or three places
This was last summer, the summer again when you get a little further
of 1910. Instead of two trips a week, down the road. After you've been up
as at the beginning of the season, the the valley, and seen it all, of course,
steamer was latterly forced, to three. it's different. Then you know it's
General traffic was so heavy that she telling the truth. You want to step
ran day and night. With two big, up and shake hands with it. I did.
powerful engine head-lights on either I went up the valley to see for myself,
side of the wheel-house, she poked but can't describe the trip and do it
slowly along through the darkest and justice. It is the future scenic route
most diffictdt shadows. of Southern British Columbia. All
*'Xext season," said the captain, day long, you sail up the silent stream.
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428 MASTER OF THE RIVER
between towering, snow-capped moun- to your material needs. You sink to
tains and smiling stretches of green rest, breathing satisfaction.
and gold. Here and there, tropic- When you wake up, Windermere
like, the foliage skirts the very water's Lake, clear, blue and charming, shim-
edge. The branches brush the deck mers before you. It looks like a tiny
house of the steamer. The stream drop of quicksilver in the hollow of a
winds gracefully right and left, then big green cabbage. Twenty-five hun-
doubles on itself. Pretty homesteads dred feet above the sea level, undulat-
and farms dot the banks. Logs float- ing, wooded hills roll back to the moun-
ing down the river skid slant ways tains' base.
from the steamer's bows, or bumpingly Fourteen miles long by a mile and a
pass underneath. Up on the edge of half in width, its waters are warm and
the Rockies, to the left, the old trail sparkling. You can look into it and
now a modern automobile road see fish playing tag at the bottom. It
steals along. It looks like a thin, has a sandy beach, with a gentle slope.
white vine on a brown stone wall. You long for a swim.
You breathe big breaths and thank But
therve is more than a mere com-
God that you're alive. bination of perfect beauty and bounti-
About midday, you reach Spilla- ful nature. The hand of man is add-
macheen, fifty miles from Golden; ing materially to both. Irrigation has
"Spillamacheen" is an Indian name, been brought to certain lands in the
meaning "Rainy River." If you're Windermere district, and vegetables
travelling by motor, you lunch there. and fruits are blossoming like hot-
You'll find an old-fashioned, charm- house roses.
ing little "Half Way House." If it . Up in thevalley, the Columbia Valley
could only speak, what tales it might Irrigated Fruit Lands, Ltd., are pre-
tell! paring to offer their irrigated lands to
Nine miles further up you pass the public. Their project embraces
Briscoe, and eleven miles above. Steam- about 45,000 acres, or nearly 100
boat Landing. square miles in all, and, to distribute
Whenever there is a box, bag or water over this vast area, the engineers
barrel that some rancher or farmer are perfecting a system of main canals
wishes to ship out or receive, the boat, and ditches many miles in length.
irrespective of docking facilities, pushes Of the total amount, some 15,000 acres
its broad, over-hanging decks to the are now ready for operation, and will
banks, and delivers or takes on freight, doubtless be taken up within a short
as the case may be. There are no time after they are placed on the mar-
landing charges. No district messenger ket.
boy ever supplied the public with a The Kootenay Central, under the
more efficient service than that given direction of the Canadian Pacific, has
to the residents of the Columbia River started to build again, this time
Valley by Captain Armstrong's steamer. northward from the Crow's Nest
You're getting close to the moun- Pass, and south from Golden. Thirty
tains by this time, and the river banks miles of road south from Golden
rise considerably. Ten thousand swal- are under way, ten miles having been
lows have their nests in its clay banks. built some years ago, twenty-five miles
As dusk settles, you approach Wilmer, being completed between Jukeson and
and from Wilmer it's only a step to Fort Steele and the new section being
Ath aimer. an extension through the loveliest part
Athalmer's the mouth of the Win- of the valley. Thirty miles of road
dermere Lake. Here thg'~''steamboat north from Gallo\^ay, a station on the
company offers hospitality on the hotel main line of the Crow's Nest Pass divi-
house boat, "Isabel." It is brightly sion of the Canadian Pacific Railway,
painted, clean as a new pin, fragrant were contracted for last year. The
—
with hanging flowers the acme of opening of a direct line from Golden
comfort. Japanese waiters, with soft- to the Crow's Nest branch will, beyond
soled sandals, minister delicious foods question bring in a large influx of
ARTABAXUS BIFFLE 429
settlers and develop the agricultural sky-line, I didn't grin; I went up and
and fruit-gTOA\-ing possibilities of the shook hands with it, for I knew it was
district. telling the truth. I had seen for myself,
When I came out of the Columbia and it was even as my friend Captain
Valley and again saw Golden 's optimis- —
Armstrong had said I had gone in a
tic big white sign looming up on the doubter and come out an enthusiast.
431
!
THE DAUGHTER
BY MARY WHEELWRIGHT
TI/H/17 is Love, Mother?
^ Pain, child, pain!
Sorrow and ache and sting,
Distilled again!
Somebody told me —
Ah, child, he lied
Follow Love ^then, child, —
Wish you had died .
ttle Smiths were to keep up the family to live. Finally, one morning, a way
steam, they must be coaled. Is it out came to her. She would have a
strange, since it provided the one balcony built outside her bedroom
blessed escape, that Cordelia impro- just big enough for the couch. The
vised upon the theme philanthropy? pavement across the way should be
That to her fertile mind crowded in her thoroughfare, the balcony her
names, deeds, needs which Townsend platform.
had never known? Is it strange that, Forthwith the balcony was begun,
although the mother hubbards and Cordelia lying so near the edge of the
the Ladies' Benevolent were real enough, French window that the workmen
the HaUigan baby was not yet born, passed wdthin a few inches of her as they
and a hungr\- Ransom stomach still stepped out upon the scaffolding. All
went unrecorded in Townsend? day long Cordelia rejoiced in the song
And to philanthropy Cordelia added of the plane swinging up and down
difficulties with her servants. She had the sweet- smelling plank, saw the
the most obstinate, the most imper- shavings catch the sunshine as they
tinent, the most slovenly, the most fell, and heard every blessed nail
ungrateful servants in the whole city, driven in by the staunch arms.
and they came and went like the fowls The only fault Cordelia had to find
of the air. "I don't see why," said with the balcony was that it takes so
Job, "when you get along with every- short a time to build one, and that
one else, you need have so much even the best of balconies -will hold
trouble with your servants." Cor- so few nails. The only fault Job had
delia explained again that she could to find with the balcony was that it
not be contradicted about cuffs and was too small. "Cordelia," he ob-
collars in her own house, could she? jected, "as long as you are building a
and fared forth on a journey to bring balcony, why don't you build it large?"
back two girls who, she was reasonably Cordelia murmured something about
sure, would be match and sandpaper the weight of the balcony and the
to each other before the close of a strength of the sides of the house.
month. "But, Cordelia," Job insisted, "there'll
Gradually, in a world away from be no more than just room for you on
Job, Cordelia won for herself a little the balcony. I can't sit out there
platform of solitude, where she might with you !" Cordelia seemed wretched,
stand and watch the pilgrimage of life, then she brightened. "You can sit
and, unjogged by Job's elbow, turn inside the door." And the plane con-
eyes in on her own soul. With pil- tinued to sing with plans unchanged,
grims passing her to and fro, with the and the nails to stud the finished
roar of great traffic and the vision of planks.
great distances, Cordeha. in the spirit Cordelia was ready the instant the
of the solitary wayfarer, was at least balcony was finished to be lifted by
alone. For years philanthropy served the carpenters themselves out upon it.
this end nobly and reacted without There was no time for paint. From
harm on those she really did visit. the first blessed solitary hours on the
Then had come the fall and the back balcony her life became one of smaller
which kept her a prisoner on a couch, contrivances than ever. If she were
and a catechumen to Job. Those first within the room and saw Job start
hours of invalidism were the darkest towards the balcony, she called him
hours of Cordelia's life. Always to lie to her on some pretense. So clever
in the same place! Always to depend was she in her schemes, excuses and
upon others for assistance! Always demands that Job submitted to them
to be where people could find you, and all. But after this had happened a
talk to you, and catechize you! She score or more of times, Job's legal eyes
lay thinking, thinking, thinking. She began to search Cordelia suspiciously.
must have her platform, her thorough- Faith in humanity was not natural to
fare of solitude It was the one thing
! him. Cordelia was the one person in
wthout which Cordelia did not wish all the world whom he had not sus-
; !
CORDELIA WAS LYING OK THE BALCON'V, BUT SHE HAD NOT SEE.V HER HTSBANI) INSTEAD IT WAS
THE SKY UPON WHICH SHE GAZED UPON MANY A GALLANT SHIP THAT SAILED . . .
and far away. And in this same heaven, the street below, of the multitude
too, rising above thf ding)" town roofs, travelling to and fro on its way to the
she saw Alpine heights her feet would corners of the quiet chimneys whose
never climb, vistas her bodily eyes smoke wreaths curled towards the
would never see, and heard the fall evening clouds above. The beat of the
of running water and tinkling sheep- city's life was music in her ears; a
bells ringing in the distance. She was greeting at dawn, a song all day, a
conscious, too. of the beat of feet on lullabv at night. She was old, still
37
! " —
438 AFTER FIFTY YEARS WITH JOB
she wondered if other people could be thing to happen, Cordelia, who had
as happy as she, if they could hear been wheeled into the room, heard
what she heard, if they felt what she him coming.
felt, if they knew what a joy it was to At the most uneventful moment
live and love that multitude, and yet Job's upper lip expressed determina-
be alone? tion. At the present moment it was
When he came out Job's somewhat stiff withpurpose.
unexercised heart gave a leap to see "Cordelia," he said, "you have
that Cordelia had been moved upon the some reason for not wishing me to go
balcony. So she scarcely waited for out on that balcony. What have you
the room to lose the sound of his voice got there? I demand an explanation
before she began to gape at that wit- at once.''
less old fool! Job ground his teeth, Cordelia's lower lip trembled. "What
ivalked to the end of the street and have got there. Job? Nothing at all,
I
came back on his own side. Sure — —
except except a little a very little
enough, there was the man just putting —
hap happiness.
down one of his journals and raising "Ah!" ejaculated Job. Then it was
the sash that minister! Aloud he said, "What
By this time the neighbors, chiefly are you doing all day on that balcony ?"
out of the windows, were lost in undis- Whether it was the long continued
guised interest in Lawyer Job's pere- strain, or what it was, I can't say, but
grinations. Heads were drawn in only Cordelia was no longer able to answer
to report to other heads for which and her brave old shoulders had
there was no room such remarks as shrunk till there was no courage left
the following: "Mother, he's walking in them, and her cheeks quivered.
up and down still!" "My dear!" in a "Cordelia" (Job pronounced each
tone of shocked sm prise. "Father, syllable), "Cor-del-i-a, I command you
what makes that Mr. Eddy walk the to answer me
at once."
street and look so at his wife's balcony? Cordelia's big eyes filled with cow-
Yes, she's on it. Do you suppose he's ard tears. "Job, don't," she begged,
"
expecting it to come down?" "And "it's all I
her on it?" "No, of course, likely not." Job cut her short. "I'm going out
"Do you think maybe he's waiting for on that balcony this instant. Your
their doctor son?" "Probably that's actions are preposterous, monstrous.
it. He's sent after him because of You are deceiving me, making a gull
a turn for the worse." of your own husband, taking me in for
While Job was at the other end of a purpose. I insist upon my right as
the street, a neighbor slipped across the head of this family."
and rang the bell. From the maid Job stepped resolutely towards the
Cordelia heard that Mrs. Black had balcony, but before his foot reached
come over to see whether Mrs. Job the sill of the French window, he was
was much worse. W'hat could have checked by a strange sigh. He wheeled
'made Mrs. Black think that? She about. Cordelia had fainted. Then
was on her balcony as usual ! Cordelia did Job rush for the maids and for his
was mystified. Then she turned her son. Soon the household was gathered
head towards the street. There was about the couch, and Job was search-
Job going by and looking up! Quick ing Cordelia's face for the first look of
as a flash Cordelia waved her hand to consciousness as even a selfish man
him. can look upon the face of the only
But Job was not to be deceived by woman he has ever loved.
that wave. He was going to step, Cordelia opened her eyes. "Did
walk and rest on that balcony if he you go out there?" she faltered.
never did another thing in his life ! It was as if a string had jerked
And he was going to do it now! So in Job's feelings. That was the first thing
he' went and climbed the stairs as of which she thought, was it? "Not
nimbly as if he had been twenty instead yet!" he replied curtly, and left the
of seventy. With prescience of some- room.
JEAXNETTE MARKS 439
Ralph looked after Job. The father, the balcony! But the will would be
then, had done something to make vaHd if she drew it up herself and had
to ask questions, for in a few minutes He bowed himself out, cursing his
Cordeha was telling him her secret luck, for he liked Mrs. Job and would
from a full heart, a secret she had kept have been glad to serve her. He
a life long. Ralph patted the hand didn't believe from the first that that
he held and kept exclaiming, "You sweet old soul had ever flirted with
don't say ! . Well, I think you
. . anyone except her own husband, and
ought to, certainly! .... What a if she had never flirted even with Job,
hermit mother! No, no, dear, I
. . . young Murphy, whose views on mar-
understand. Yes, yes, of course,
. . . riage were less strict than St. Paul's,
I understand It's the wouldn't have blamed her.
one place isn't it, mother? .... "Now, mother, what are you going
There, there, we'll do something to do?" asked Ralph.
about it!" "Draw up that will," answered
"I might die." continued Cordelia, Cordelia, finally.
"and, oh. Ralph, I don't want anyone "But, mother, just see what father
else in all the world to use it." has done!"
"Pooh, mother, you're not going to "Is it my fault? He wotddn't let
die, not before I'm an old man!" me explain. I won't now, and he
But Cordelia was not to be comforted. shall never, never set foot on that
"Ralph," she insisted, "I want a balcony! Oh, to think he went and
lawyer." got a lawyer to watch me!"
"Goodness, mother ! Why, think "But, mother, you made me get a
"
of father. Professionally it would lawyer to draw up a will."
"I know," interrupted Cordelia. Cordelia would not listen to reason,
"But this is the one thing in all my so Ralph sat him down, papers upon
life. I must have it to myself, I must, his knee, and the strangest will in
and no one else shall ever use it ! Townsend was drawn up. By its
Your father is to be working at court terms her fortune was to go to Job,
to-morrow morning. Bring me a law- the house and all her real estate else-
yer, that smart young Irishman across where, provided the balcony, on the
the way." first dangerous signs of a dangerous
Ralph watched his mother's face illness, should be torn down. The
anxiously, his fingers on her •wrist. terms of the \s'ill were to be commu-
It would not do, -vs-ith that racing pulse, nicated to her husband as soon as
to cross her. For the time being she any need arose. In the event of fail-
must be allowed to have her own way. ure to tear down the balcony all the
So the following morning Ralph property was to go to her son.
sent for the bright-faced lawyer. Cor- "Why, mother," he objected, "I
delia's fainting had been followed by might play ducks and drakes with
fever, and now she seemed more and father's chances."
more set upon this one thing. Twice After the making of the will Corde-
in the night Job had tiptoed into the lia's mind was more at ease. She
—
room for what, Cordelia thought she looked less often towards the balcony,
—
knew ^and tiptoed out again when and when Job came in she neither
he heard CordeUa's voice. flushed nor paled. Yet there was
Young Murphy coughed apologetic- something in Cordelia's expression
ally when he saw Mrs. Job. He which took the spice out of Job's
thought it was Mr. Eddy who wanted masterful intention of going on the
him. No, there were reasons whv he balcony. Instead, he followed his
couldn't do that. Well, he didn't son out of the room.
even like to explain; you see, Mr. "How is she, Ralph?"
Eddy had
already employed him. "Pretty sick, father. Still, she
Yes, he thought he had a case. A seems quieter in her mind than she
case against what? A case against did last evening."
440 AFTER FIFTY YEARS WITH JOB
"What's that mother's talking to understand! Mother doesn't want to
herselfabout?" get away from anyone in particular.
"I don't know that I can tell you It isn't that; it is simply that she needs
now. But it's plain, father, isn't it, to be alone."
that mother doesn't want you to go "But I never felt that way," ob-
on her balcony? I think Jher wishes jected the old man, wiping off the
ought to be respected, especially since tears that were wetting his dry lips.
she is very ill." "That's not the point, father.
That night Cordelia looked at Job Mother and you are two different
with wide appealing eyes. "It's the people."
one place, Job; oh do, oh please do let Job hung his head. "You see, your
me have it!" mother is my best friend, I didn't
"What's the one place, mother?" suppose " Job broke oflf. "Oh,
Job knew, nevertheless he asked the God!" he ciied out, "if she will only
question. get well I will do anything she wants,
Cordelia attempted a whisper; then whether I understand or not."
she looked towards the balcony to see "Father, I'm sorry, but I promised
that no one was on it. mother about the balcony. Now, as
All night they listened to entreating soon as the workmen can get here,
repetitions about "the one place," it must begin to come down."
"the balcony," "Oh, Job, do let me By seven o'clock, when the eastern
have just that!" She appealed to sun was shining full on the weather-
them both again and again, she stretched stained boards of the balcony, the
out her hands, she smiled, she argued workmen were going about the busi-
patiently with an opponent who never ness of tearing it down as quietly as
replied, she begged until Job felt him- they could. They knew the old lady
self the meanest, the most contempt- was ill, and inside they could see Job
ible of men. sitting by the bed, his head hanging
The hours of the night went by, upon his chest.
slow foot, one after another towards "I thought," said one workman,
dawn. "when I drove that nail in, the old
About four o'clock Cordelia looked lady would live ten years to enjoy it.
at Ralph and said in a conscious voice, She did seem to set such a store by
"Tell your father now." nails, more'n a small boy."
So Ralph told his father. "What a notion it is teaiing it
"But why didn't she tell me?" was down!" exclaimed another man.
Job's first bitter cry. "Why doesn't she leave it up so as her
'
' Would you have understood ? And husband can sit on it and think of her?'
after she knew that you had turned He looks in there as if he'd need some-
to Murphy, I don't believe mother thing to chirk him up when she's gone.
or any other woman would have told A thing like that can be a sight of
you." comfort to a man when he ain't got
Job looked miserably at Ralph. nothing else."
For once in his life he forgot to bring Inside Job was not thinking of the
in a counter accusation, he forgot to balcony. His one wish was that he
say that Cordelia, too, had tried to might make hei know, might make
employ a lawyer. All that he replied Cordelia understand that at last he
was, "I don't know that I should have would gladly give her the one place
understood." of solitude. Her hand lay in his:
"You see, it's mother's nature to soon he felt his fingers gripped tighter.
feel that way about some kind of He lifted his head to meet her open
solitude —
about the balcony. I often eyes.
feel that way myself." "What's that?" Cordelia asked.
"You mean that ever since we've "It's the balcony coming down."
been married she's been wanting to And then Job told her that he knew
get away from me?" now how she felt, that he would do
"There, father, you see you don't anything, everything for her if she
ox THE TRAIL 441
would only get well. "And, oh, said, "Xow, stop the carpenters!"
mother," he cried out, "I will never, "Old lady getting better''" asked
never set foot on that balcony!" the surprised carpenters, pleased w4th
Cordelia's eyes filled with tears. the good news, and with no thought
This was her Job, the Job she and she for the day's work they had lost.
alone knew. Is it not strange what "Well, mother, you do look better."
miracles a little possessive can work, said Ralph, coming in.
what beautifying it can do, making Cordelia was patting Job's hand,
a handsome countenance out of a which she evidently considered more
chinless face, cutting off a verj^ long important than repWing to her son.
nose till it is just the right length, "Mother," said Job. "of course you
and softening the squarest jaw- of the can have that placo to yourself, and
most inflexible character? At the I've given my word about not going
moment Job seemed to Cordelia the out oil that balcony, but, mother,
loveliest of men, for these few broken what makes you feel that way?"
words of his had wiped out the rancor "There, father, not another w'ord of
of fifty years. questioning," said the son. "Mother
"Quick, Ralph," she called, "get must be left alone now."
me that vrA\ \" But, contrarily enough, Cordelia's
"
"Now, mother, you soft bro^vn eyes snapped sparks. "I
"Fetch me that will instantly!" don't want to be left alone," she coi-
Cordelia grasped the will, tore it tradicted. "Your father shall stay
through several times, and then here with me till I fall asleep."
ON THE TRAIL
BY C. L. ARMSTRONG
CHEER Up, pardner,
Slack your tump-line,
Never mind the irksome things.
Do your duty;
Look for beauty
In the tasks the long day brings.
Cling to youth, bo,
Youth and truth.
When the trail is tough and rough
And the grub is down to beans,
When the pack gets full of nails
And the brush saws through your jean;
Think of apple trees back home,
With their branches all in bloom,
Think of roses running wild
In a never-ending June,
—
Think of Sure, I'll chop off, bo,
But pal, old pal,
Cheer up!
442
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J. H. REED 443
grows,
Where cowslips and the nodding violet
blows,'
TheWoman
Who Lost
Waterloo
By
Arthur James
Smith
Illustration by
Gordon Stevenson 'VOOR EMPEROR IS A CRUEL MAN. "
SHE SAIU,
447
448 THE WOMAN WHO LOST WATERLOO
Leblanc tremble. "Follow a chance Now that we are here, I fear that it
road when we trusted a capable guide will be necessary to trouble you for
to bring us through the forest!" I shelter for the night, as it would be a
went on, with fine scorn. I might very difficult matter to find our proper
have added more, but Desmond, the path at this hour."
Englishman, spoke, slowly and heavily. "You are welcome to any hospitality
"Well, tell him something else to my poor dwelling may afford," an-
do, Mosheur," he said, or perhaps swered the old soldier, and so saying,
grunted. I had always detested his he turned and walked into the hut,
abominable mispronunciation, but this closely followed by the four of us.
time I felt that his suggestion was so The interior was one large room, the
good that I hated the man. I never floor uncovered, save for a few rugs,
could succeed in effectually squelching a rough bed, and some simple pieces
this piggy, self-satisfied Englishman, of furniture. But on the walls hung
no matter how fierce my look. Then old weapons, muskets, swords and
Desmond and the guide moved on. lances, half hidden among a profusion
Leblanc walked with them, and I had, of tattered flags and banners. Our
perforce, to follow or be left alone. host noticed the curious glances we
It might have been ten minutes directed towards these, for he drew
later, when we, striding along in si- himself even more erect than ever as
lence, began to notice that the path he said :
showed signs of recent use, and, upon "Ah, my trophies excite your ad-
rounding a sharp bend, came unex- miration. They have known some
pectedly within sight of a small hut, stirring times, years ago, those silent
set back in a clearing, and probably friends. I could tell you But —— .
shouldered man, vnth the wonderful peror made a mistake when he did
eves and sniile. it might be harder to not fight at Ligny on the day before
understand than it is now. Who his downfall, but those who say such
knows? How we loved him! Even- things, poor little minds, do not un-
man in all his unconquerable legions derstand that even the Grand Army
was ready to die at his bidding, and was not made of stone, and twenty
while we gave the world those great hours of terrible hardship and fighting
lessons in warfare, a smile from his will weaken any mortal man. If
grim lips was reward enough for any these critics could confront the Em-
desperate venture. But I am garru- poror, and speak to him, with the
lous. I love him too much, perhaps, cold eyes upon them They would
!
and can only implore the pardon cringe. But it was early on the morn-
sometimes due old age in thus digress- ing of the last day that I was ordered
ing from my story. to repair at once to the quarters of
"Few now, who
of those men live our colonel. He was a most gallant
marched over Europe with the Grand fellow, this colonel of ours, but, as I
Army, and loved him. The conquer- felt my sabre clanking against my
ors now have nearly all mouldered in spurs, twisted my mustaches, and
the grave, victims of the only power knew that in}'^ uniform fitted to per-
our Emperor need ever acknowledge fection, I cj-old not but think that
as a rival —
^Time. It alone covild pre- certain of the under officers had their
vail over his genius. But, with such charms as well.
a man to talk about, how is an old " 'My boy,' said the colonel when I
man to get along with his story? I entered his room, 'the Emperor has
^\-ill begin my narrative, friends, wdth asked for you. He wants to see you
a terrible and shameful confession. I, at once.'
and I alone, am responsible for the "For a moment I was too astonished
tall of the Em[>eror How I suffer,
! to speak; then I could only say :
•ever\' day, even.' hour, ever}- minute, " 'The Emperor ? Why, colonel,
only God and myself can know. Oh, what would he want with me ? How
the shame of it The man whom we
! does he know that I even exist out of
"
loved as no mortal was ever loved be- these thousands ?
fore, whom we followed from Egypt " 'Our Little Corporal know-s much.
to Waterloo When I think of it I
! Lieutenant Marchand,' answered the
wonder how I can ever face his cold, colonel. 'But I should advise you to
zrey eyes in the world to come. lose no time. The Emperor does not
"The Allies had entered Paris, and usually care to be kept waiting.'
our little grey man had been banished "So I was forced to hurry on with-
to Elba, for the world knew him well, out one word of explanation, and a
when one day the news reached France few minutes later was admitted to the
that he had escaped, and was then on Emperor's presence.
his way back to complete his conquest "Napoleon was alone, and was
of the world How the nations trem-
! glancing through a pile of papers when
bled ! And how we, his soldiers and I entered. It was the first time I had
lovers, rallied to his side In ten ! ever been alone with him, and you may
days, as you know, he was at the head guess how I trembled. A heavy frowm
of France and one hundred and fift}* had settled on his pale face, and as he
thousand of the finest veterans Europe stood there, bent slightly forward, the
has ever known. dark hair tumbling over his broad
"We lay in front of Frasne on the forehead, and that singular glare in
morning before Waterloo, exhausted his harsh eyes, I must confess that I
from our long fight with the Prussians. almost knew^ fear. Evidently some-
But we had routed them, driving their thing had annoyed him, for he mut-
army before us in all directions, and tered unintelligibly, and his plimip
now it only remained to crush the hands whitened with his grasp on the
English and their Iron Duke, Welling- papers. When he looked at me, it
ton. It has been saul that the Em- wa<: a.c though a bavonet had entered
450 THE WOMAN WHO LOST W^ATERLOO
my brain. But
I stood at the salute, He stood thus for a moment, then
stiffly, and after a moment the Em- advanced and laid a hand upon either
peror's face softened a little. He of my shoulders. Oh, the ecstacy of
knew that I was a veteran, and they that moment !
certain influences over you, and silent for a time, and in this space I
"My halting tongue framed no more stole a look at my leader. His face, I
syllables. Like an infuriated beast noticed, looked old and haggard. Could
the Emperor sprang at me. His eyes it be that Time was overcoming him ?
appalled, no less than the cold rage At Austerlitz, Jena, W^agram, Mont-
depicted upon that white face. He merial, he had looked younger, some-
was terrible in his rage, a thing inhu- how. My heart grew heavy when I
man, and his hands moved as though thought that perhaps his tremendous
they would strangle me. expenditure of energy* had weakened
" 'You face me and repeat this !' he and aged him thirty years before his
cried. 'Have you followed my cam- time. Had he not lived under a ter-
paigns only to learn petty scandal about rible strain of mind and body, and was
me? Is that the regard you have for it not reasonable to suppose that he
don the liberty I take.' I stopped, strode to the door, saluted our leader,
astounded at my own boldness, and and passed out.
saw that the Emperor was looking at "Agreat army ^lies, as an animal
me with a curi'^us smile upon his lips. utterly exhausted, when worn by
—
ARTHUR J. SMITH 451
fightingand marches. So it was an deal with men, not doll- faced Avomen,'
easv task for me to slip away unob- replied the Emperor in his cold voice.
served by my comrades. Some might 'One of my officers. Lieutenant Mar-
have insisted upon accompanying me, chand, is hurr\4ng to this house, and
for the soldiers of Xapoleon were ever may be here '
alert for an adventure. But I was out " 'Sire, I am here,' I cried, and in a
beyond the lines, and Bibette was moment was at the door of the room.
speeding along the cursed Belgian "Within the apartment the Emperor
roads before they had a chance to stood, with the mud from the road
notice anything. I gave Bibette her fresh upon his riding boots, facing a
head, for it was only a few miles out, woman who was at once as beautiful
my destination, and we sped along. and defiant as any I have ever seen.
The rain had fallen heavily the night Napoleon frowned on the w^oman,
before, and Bibette's hoofs splashed whom instinctively knew to be Mad-
I
in the puddles and mud. Nearh^ an ame Lavalle. On him her beauty had
hour's riding, part of it through a no effect, for there was anger and power
clump of thick woods, and partly past in his look, and I saw Madame's face
tilled fields, where Bibette was called clear when I appeared. But women
upon to shake off a group of horsemen were not sorr}^ to see Henri Marchand
who gave chase for a mile or so, brought when he served Napoleon, my friends,
me to a house I was riding for. It was "The Emperor scarcely glanced at
an old farm-house, without a sign of me, then went on, coldly :
"
'Stop, woman. I will not listen "'Lieutenant, your Emperor is a
to more of your idle prattle. I jwould cruel man,' said she.
452 THE WOMAN WHO LOST WATERLOO
" 'Men of his genius seldom allow the "My friends, I am
nearly at the end
interests of any other to stand in their of this stoiy. Less than an hour later
way, Madame,' I replied, coldly. I was at Waterloo. But Fate had been
i
" 'But you are not cruel. Lieutenant,'
•
too strong even for the Emperor, and
and she smiled at me for the first time. the Prussians had joined Wellingto'n.
" 'I obey the Emperor's orders, I saw the last charge of the Old Guard,
Madame,' I returned, inwardly flatter- and rushed into the fight eager to die.
ing myself that I was not to be caught It was not to be, and soon after I was
by a charming smile. Too many — swept away in the retreat.
but that another tale.
is "Madame Lavalle had, I learned
" 'I left my horse tied out there,' played an important part in the
after,
resumed Madame, pointing out be- Emperor's plans. But she had be-
hind the house. 'Would you, lieuten- come jealous, or angered at his cold-
ant, go and take the poor animal to ness, and had given the signal to the
some shelter?' Prussians to advance, and rescue the
"'Madame,' I answered, 'I shall English. How it was done I never
always be happy to be of service to knew, but her presence at some point
you. But before going, I shall be must have been necessary at a certain
obliged to fasten this door, unless you time. No wonder Madame was ner-
will give me your parole.' vous !
" 'It is given, lieutenant,' replied "So that, my friends, is the way I, a
Madame. But I took the precaution trusted officer, lost Europe
for the
to lock the door. I was out, like the Emperor. You know the rest, of his
credulous fool that I must have been, return to Paris, and the shameful exile
possibly three minutes, found nothing, to St. Helena. I need not repeat it
and remembering my promise to the now. Every day since then, my
Emperor, ran back to find that Mad- friends, I have mourned, have cut my-
ame had disappeared Yes, the room
! self ofif from fellow men, for I am
my
was empty. I could not think, could not fit to mingle with them, and have,
not control my brain, when this awful for I cannot resist the impulse, worn
fact confronted me. Madame had on the anniversary of that day, my old
escaped, and that after the Emperor uniform. I disgraced it, but it is all
had trusted me to watch her. It that I have left of the Grand Army
maddened me, this reflection. I rushed and him / "
at the walls, for she had not gone by We, Desmond, the fat Englishman,
the door, and beat furiously upon them Leblanc and myself, left the veteran
in my passion. But they were strong, next day, but the memory
agony of his
those walls, and well made, so that for and nis pitiful story "will always re-
some time I could not find the secret main with me. When I returned to
door which I knew must exist. Paris I told the old soldier's story at
"While I still worked frantically, I the club, and it was then proposed to
heard a horse galloping on the road in bring him to France, for very few of
front of the house, and rushed to the Napoleon's veterans could at that
door in time to see Madame riding date have been living. I, who had
away, just turning once to wave a known him, even for a short time,
mocking farewell. It was useless to knew that he would never return to
attempt to catch her, for her horse was France, but would live his few remain-
fast, and she was far down the vile road ing years there in the forest with his
before Bibette started in chase. grief.
Builders
By the Sea
By Bonnycastle Dale
With Photographs by
the Author
"Hyas kwass."
(Very much fright-
ened.)
'"Yah-kachope?"
asked the pros-
pector, questioning
if the dead man
were his grand-
father.
' '
"Xa-wit-ka .'
(Yes)." ColelHyas
kwass I" cried the
boy, and with that
he broke into a
torrent of fright-
ened screams. X'o
wonder the poor
httle mite was al-
most frenzied ; the
old man had been
dead almost a
week, and only the
raw sea-lion meat
beside the doer
had kept the child
from starving as :
again killed a bear. So all my people carcass of a stranded whale and the
came from the big swift rivers of the shore. The odor was almost unbear-
mountains, from the islands of the sea, able to us, and yet in a canoe, that
from the coves of the sea shore, and passed us, laden with blubber, one
watched me dance the bear dance, and little urchin in the bow was serenely
heard me sing the bear song." resting on a pillow of the decayed
The old sunken-cheeked chief sang meat, and cheerfully lunching off one
again the refrain of his great life end of it.
—
event the choosing of his totem and We looked back, pausing in our
the admittance
— into the secret stroke. On the beach the old chief
society "Nan-uUa lek lax-o" (In the bent again over his task, his bronze
magic of my body I found the bear). arm rising and falling to the rude
458 THE GATE OF THE SINGING WINDS
rhythm of the clumsy adze. Beside'him, bend that shut off the ancient canoe-
on a prostrate timber, sat his blue- maker from our view, we saw, resting
handkerchiefed klootchman, or squaw, on the top of an isolated rock, the last
watching alternately the labor of her —
chapter of the story a weather-rotted
man and the departure of our canoe. skeleton canoe, containing bleached
As we swung dippingly around a and rotting bones.
stiff black hair. Western shrewdness turn for half an hour. Now go.
and coolness behind his narrow calm Quick I hear steps."
!
eyes, and Western college trained Bernard swung to his desk again,
muscles amply filling a suit of custom and took a fresh sheet of paper, crump-
made clothes that would have hung ling the ink- blotted one into a ball.
loose on most of his countrymen and Calcutta, India,
required an upturned cuff at ankle June loth, 1910.
and wrist. Mr. Taylor McChesney,
"Now, what's up?" inquired John Toronto, Ont.
Bernard, testily. He had always de- He began again. There was a steady
lighted in the one Oriental trait of his rustling behind him, somewhere in the
most useful protege, a quiet and im- big room. He wondered what kind
passive manner; and in the man before of a hiding place Okama could con-
him, shaking in the grip of a black rage, struct, and whether he dreamed for
he scarcely recognized his boy. a moment that a shelter of the rugs,
"I have killed a man." The boy or of the embroidered robes, would go
leaned against the closed door, breath- unsearched. The rustling ceased. A
ing heavily. rap sounded at the door.
"What? What? In heaven's name, "Come!" called the master of the
why?" place.
"He insulted the spirits of my an- was the expected trio of policje-
It
cestors." men. A muider had been committed,
"Insulted the " John Bernard the murderer, followed by the police,
sank back, speechless. had been seen to entei this house, and
"The spirits of my ancestors," Okama had not been seen to leave it. They
completed the sentence quickly. He begged the privilege of searching.
had become entirely calm now. "You can see everything in the room
—
"And you you ^killed him for that? with one glance," said John Bernard,
For that ! Good God, man, I thought "but search; by all means, search.
I had made you over into a Canadian. There are only two exits, as you see,
Here I've taught you and trained you both leading out-of-doors. No closets,
all these years " he looked help- no alcoves, no garrets, not a curtain
lessly at the boy. nor a trap door. But search."
—
"Still I am
Japanese. And now "You saw the man we're after?"
they come to take me." "I saw him."
"You'd better get out then, and get "Is he still here?"
quick. There isn't a corner in here "Now, look here; I don't knowa thing
big enough to hide a mouse." more about that man than you do.
"I cannot go. They have seen me He was here. Where he is now I can't
enter, and they have surrounded the say. I've told you to search. Go
house." ahead. Turn the whole shop upside
"What the devil made you come down if you want to haul over ever}^-
;
here then?" said Bernard, with some thing in it, and hunt every corner, but
heat. "You're caught like a rat in a don't bother me. This letter's got to
trap. There's not a thing I can do to go to-night on the outbound mail.
help you. Not a thing." And his —
Drive on, now only," he added
eyes roved anxiously around the bare sharply, as he heard the unmistakable
room. tap of iron on w^ood, "don't touch those
FLOY CAMPBELL 461
statues. They're priceless, and if you "He never left at all," said the man
damage them, you'll be in the hottest from outside, positively, "unless he
water you ever struck." left invisible. I tell you, nothing in
THE PILOT
BY CY WARMAN
I can't help say, sometam' "too bad dose fellah w'at is King,
;
when Her Majesty was being fitted where below the waist-line, "repeats the
for a wonderful gown for some Indian Personage in a freezing tone.
fete or other assemblage. This fore- "A pin perforates her Majesty's
woman, with her assistants, accom- underclothing, just below the royal
panied by the manager and head of the stomacher," says the head dressmaker
"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 465
in a calm and
haughty voice. "See
to its instant re-
moval."
And all the time
the pin is sticking
in the Oueen.
old place will have to go to meet the Is it not time to take the bandage
demands." She could not answer him off the eyes of Justice ?
for the sobs that strangled her throat,
and the tears that raced down her old NERVES AND NOISE
face. Hundreds of country people MO doubt the poor street musician
have been ruined. It was like robbing * has to live like the rest of us, but
children to rob these honest people there are moments when he causes
—
"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 467
murderous thoughts to arise in one's particular belief. We
are leading what
breast. Ho%v merrily he winds up his is called "the fuller life" these days,
desperate instrument of a morning just and this kind of existence abounds with
under your window and poursout "rag" noise. It is the young man who is
and "sentimental" from " Has Anybody leading the fuller life who bangs his
Here Seen Kelly?" to the latest "heart" door over your head and lets heav\^
ballad. The voice of the complaining boots fall from a height of many feet up-
sluggard in the cheerful racket
is lost on the floor of his bedroom. He cannot
of the one-band man. That terrible realize the mental condition of the
travelling piano is a little mine of —
wretched milk-sop as he would call
noises that go off in the most explosive —
him below, who is capable of being
manner. A demon would appear to worried by the sounds of life. The
live in it who, while pounding out bass world of to-day is crowded with men
•^dth his boots, dashes madly up and and women whose feeling towards
down in little and rivulets in the
rills noise-makers of all kinds is one of toler-
treble, and at the same moment com- ance if not benevolent neutrality. In
passes the feat of crashing out mezzo spite of the nervous troubles that are
—
chords ^^\'ith four pairs of hands, pre- said to be on the increase from the high
sumably. There is a vindictiveness pressure at which the life of to-day
about the travelling piano that is spins, the real sufferers fiom noise
appalling. The dreadful machine ap- from the street cries, the street music,
pears to revel in "Lucia di Lammer- the squeaks and groans of cars round-
moor" to the measure of an Irish jig; ing cur^-es, the whistles and cat-calls of
it laughs at Wagner and pounds out street urchins —
are those who lead se-
"Wise Old Owl" immediately after a
deadly attempt on "Die Abendstern."
Then it cheerfully offers you Mascagni
in rag-time, and winds up with an
attack on "Faust" that makes you
wonder why Mephisto in his own —
interests —does not retaliate. Not
content with regaling you before break-
fast with Carmen in curl-papers, it
trots back in the afternoon and im-
plores —
you ^in your busiest hour to —
"Come Rest in This Bosom, My Own
Stricken Deer." What a bosom to
rest in, to be sure!And at sun-down,
just as you are
settling down to read
that last delightful book —
^here is the
demon again grinding out with joy a
delirious "fantasie" on "Traviata," or
groaning the "Dead March." The
grind-organ is an instrument I would
like to have all to myself in the back
for an hour or so
c,'arden —
merely to
seewhat is wrong with its inside. It
makes the way to salvation a pecuHar-
ly hard road to travel, being con-
ducive neither to charity nor prayer.
—
And yet how many millions of
HE TROTS BACK IN' THE AFTER.VOO.N" AND IMPLORES YOU
people there are who are not alone in- IN YOUR BUSIEST HOUR TO "COME REST IN.THIS
different to noise but who rather enjoy BOSOM, MY OWN STRICKE.N DBBR"
it? "Rest? Rest?" cried the jansen- dentary lives, and who usually belong to
ist Arnould. "Have I not all eternity the literary or quasi-literary classes, and
to rest in?" —
^which query, of course, who, therefore, being in the minority,
you will answer according to your own are merely unconsidered human trifles.
Grafting OnlGalicia
By Henry Schiller
THEAus-
tle
lit- one years of age, although votes run
proportion to the amount of land
in
H
m
AS OLD-WORLD HOCSE AND A MODERX BICYCLK
CONTRAST CURIOfSLY
7
THERE ARE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY HOLIDAYS IN THE YEAR ON WHICH
NO WORK WHATEVER IS DONE
The Greek Catholic church prevails are run very much in the manner of an
throughout the country, although the old-fashioned Quaker meeting. The
Roman Catholic religion is strong women stay together at one side of the
among the higher classes. Every fork lawn, and the men on the other. When
or cross road has two crosses dedicated a man wishes to dance, he calls his
to some Saint, and each of these crosses chosen partner by name and she comes
must be saluted when travelling. On to him.
Sunday afternoon, they have dances It is at these dances that weddings
on the grass after church, when affairs are announced. On the Sundav after-
470
:
noon preceding the ceremony, the bride has a warehouse, and a certain day is
elect attends the dance, kissing the appointed each year on which the
hands of her friends who give her their tobacco must be delivered. Most of it
blessing and promise to be present at ismade into cigars and exported, the
the wedding. Galicians themselves using cigarette
The nuptial festivities usually last tobacco brought in from other coun-
about three days, the ceremony taking tries.
place about four The railways,
o'clock in the after- too, are owned and
noon of the first operated by the
day, and the rest of government, the
the time being spent fares being much
in dancing, feasting cheaper than Cana-
and drinking. dian rates, although
The liquor rights the trains are good
were controlled en- and quite as fast as
tirely by the Szlachia ours.
or nobility, until The oil-wells,
about twenty- five which are wevy ex-
years ago, when they tensive, are control-
came under govern- led by the Standard
ment ownership. Oil Company.
A man obtains One half the peo-
selling- rights for a ple cannot read or
stated territory write, but they are
from the govern- most courteous.
ment, and that en- The writer changed
ables him to erect some money for a
as many shops and man who apologiz-
open as many sell- ed for counting it,
ing-places within saying, "Even
the limits of that found money must
territory, as he de- be counted."
sires. This law is The Galicians are
in force now and very musical, and
will obtain for one of their songs
five years,when a THE CHIKCH HAS A CURIOUSLY EASTERN AIR about Canada runs
change will prob- like this:
abh- be effected as the present system Hej Canada Canodeczker Jakaten te Hur-
of license-laws is peculiar to Galicia udlewa
and prevails in no other country in Xy Jednoho czolowika to z zinke roclczela
Europe. The only spirituous liquor
U Galicye hirka zete
Hidit do Canada Panom budete
manufactured is whiskey, made from Yak we tarn budete bidowate
potatoes and aniseed, which retails at Wacze Dite budut Panowate.
two kritzer, or one cent, a glass. which translated is
The sale of tobacco is also a govern- Oh Canada, Oh Canada, how fertile you are.
ment monopoly, and all the process of Not one man you have separated from his
growth is under government direction. wife.
In Galiciait is hard to live.
Engineers are appointed to oversee the
Ifyou go to Canada you'll be a lord.
amount sown and the amount cut, so And -f you should hav«* a hard time at firs'"
that none may be stolen. Each village Remembp'' vour children will live in l^-cu'^.
a
the echo from a gun. He had merely " 'You don't stuff a turkey with
described the Jew as he knew him chestnuts he's dead,' said he.
till
which was the real reason why the "And so far as I know, that was the
stories caught on. I don't know him sole literar\^ success of Montague Glass's
personally, but, as I was saying. I met father."
his father in the Etruria. He lived in
the smoking-room all the way across — "THERE'S A REASON"
an unobtrusive, all-for-business Jew A BOUT all a man ever knows of
who never opened his mouth. He ** women's fashions is the bills.
drank with ever\'body, smoked with Bonnets and shawls, we are creditably
ever\-body, laid low for good bets in the informed, have not been worn since the
pools on the day's run, and listened day when the bell-crowned hat and
with both ears. It was a clever bunch baggy trouser were sported by the
of men, and good songs and stories beau. Yet nine men out of ten when
were over the place even* minute.
all suggesting that their womenfolk don
"One of the funniest cut-ups was a their outer •\\Taps will say, " Put on
man named Couture, who came aboard your bonnet and shawl, Peggy," a
at Liverpool full of Scotch and sun- command which "Pegg}*" obeys with-
shine, and stayed in that cheery con- out a visible smile.
dition all the way over. He was According to Mile. Yvonne Coutu,
friends with everybodv from the first — however, there is one fashion that has
that is, with ever\'boay except Glass. made a perceptible impression upon
He made several unsuccessful attempts —
masculine Ottawa the fashion of
to draw Glass out, and about the sixth small hats and long pins, projecting an
day he got after him, and told him insouciant half-yard or so beyond the
there'd be some broken Glass aboard outermost confines of "transforma-
if he didn't loosen up. tion." Mile. Coutu is Lady Laurier's
' 'You've listened to all the stories,' social secretary', a wee little mite of a
he said, 'and heard all the songs, and lady who plays Unrelenting Cerberus
laughed over all the jokes we've been and comes down like a thousand of
getting off for you, and you've never brick upon the Persistent Person who
opened your face except to put some- tries to see Lady Laurier \\-ithout
thing in it. I won't stand for it any sufficient authority. Her English is
longer. You've got to tell a stor\' or so broken as to be in little tiny pieces,
do a dance or sing a song or go over- and the following which she told
stor\^
board. It's up to you. Spiel!' at a tea recently is a story of a tragic
"The smoking-room backed him up. masculine awakening to the advantages
Glass was treed. 'But what will I do, of the hat-pin fashion.
gentlemen?' he protested. 'I have no "
An' you know," she said, " a gentle-
"oice, I cannot sing. I have none of man, a frien' of mine, sa-ays to me the
lose funny stories. I never yet in h'other day. Why do you ladies wear
'
my life have learned to dance. dose small hats an' dose long peens?'
But,' he added, 'I made up a conun- " An' I sa-ay, Well, we 'ave to pro-
'
'
drum came on this ship and
since I tect h'ourselves.'
heard all you comedians makin' a "An' he sa-ays, 'I should think so!
competition. I don't want to go over- The h'other day I was talking to a lady,
board. Will a conundrum do?' an' I take her in my
arms to keess her,
"
'Cough it,' said Couture. when sacr^ something sting my cheek
!
was on the right side of the fence. bell is due the credit for her, and it was'ti
Author and publishei had to back through an error that his name was
down, as the two following letters show omitted from our March index.
It does our editorial heart good to
HAMPTON'S MAGAZINE.
66 West 35th St. have our readers come across and
'
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Ces
past the guards of the Tower of London betes Americains! Quelle horreurl"
with the priceless Jubilee Cup hidden Forced by an unyielding immigration
under his tall hat, kept it on his mantel- inspector at San Francisco to give her
piece for a week and then returned it real age, which years ago got stuck at
to the Queen "with the compliments of twenty-four and ever since has refused
one professional to another"; who to rise higher in the tube, Mme. Calve
baited Scotland Yard as an old and and Signor Gasparri, her youthful
cynical dog-fox plays pussy-wants-a- husband, threw several excitable cat-
corner with a panting pack of hounds, fits at the Golden Gate the other day,
walked into your heart and sat down when they arrived on the liner " Chiyo
there to smoke a Sullivan within the Maru," from Japan.
first half hour of your acquaintance. If the diva was not tired at the over-
After this, the spectacle of "Raffles" tures of the interviewers, she was
standing gracefully centre and uttering before she passed through the ordeals
THE STORY OF THE PLAY
provided by Uncle Sam as a greeting
for distinguished travelers. The immi-
gration inspector glanced at the sheet
made out for Mme. Calve by the
steamer's purser and saw the age.
Throwing his eyes on the song bird, the
inspector said forty-four was nearer the
mark, and forty-four went.
Further embarrassment came to the
singer when the inspector insisted on
her real name, and to add to her dis-
comfiture the quarantine officer ignored
the diva's request that she be saved
from vaccination. But the fates were
against her, and she was compelled to
join the line to the surgeon's office.
She was vaccinated, and the surgeon
thinks it will take.
"HUMOR" OR "HUMOUR?"
'THE English music hall artist has his
^ owntroubles when he comes across
the Atlantic to amuse the vaudeville
habitues of the States. A fine example
of the permanency of error is the
standard, brass - bound, orthodox
American belief that the Englishman
can't see a joke, far less make one. In
spite of the contrary evidence furnished
by some of the English classics, this
belief is the average American's one
best bet. Much of this delusion grows
out of the different words used in the
two countries, of course, and doubtless
the average Londoner holds the same
notion as to the American's funny-
bone.
An^^way, it would have done an
Englishman's heart good to listen to MURIEL BUCKLEY AS COUNTESS STOLZBERG IN
the puzzlement of two young Ameri- The Red Cross Princess
cans when George Lashwood was at his could see this English humor, any-
funniest the other night. Mr. Lash- way."
wood's songs are well sung and de- Not all of Mr. Lashwood's songs are
livered with plenty of ginger, but so English, however. As a young
although the two young men heard the swell, he carolled about how he had
laughs, they couldn't get the point. It celebrated his birthday until he
was something about an old lady who couldn't find his house, but walked and
sat down on a needle, but arose with a walked looking for the number. To
smile and walked down the aisle and save shoe-leather, he explained that
called for the aid of the beadle. this year he had taken the number with
"Hey?" said one. "I didn't get him, and this time all he had to find
that. I thought a beadle was some was the door to which the number
kind of bug. Can't be that here. —
belonged a joke that the audience
What isit?" seemed to think was good enough for
The friend scratched his head. " Gee, any nationality. All his sketches are
.
ou've got my nanny!" he confessed. done in character, and are clever depic-
" I thought a beadle was a dog. J^ever tions of London life.
MARGARET LAWRENDE WHO HAS MADE'hER HIT AS ELSIE DARLING I>f Ovi'T Night
state at one moment of the play is too much from the morning after. He
478
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THE STORY OF THE PLAY 479
determines to start life anew, and apple of Percival's eye. Their in-
decorates the walls of his conscience timacy is nicely maturing when Mrs.
with good resolutions written in pink Sinclair, badly advised, insists that the
ink. With a start he realizes that he young gentleman carr\' out his engage-
had an engagement for that ven,' fore- ment to her daughter. This naturally
— —
noon somewhere and yvith someone. stirs up an old fire under the hero's feet,
But for the life of him he cannot recall and his Nevada sweetheart determines
place or name. He puzzles hard, but to abandon the rogue to his fate. This
it isof no avail. isthe way the scene winds up:
The door swings open —enter Hiram Exit Mrs. Sinclair. The room is left
Kelly. to Percival and Bonny. With a little
He has come to remind Percy of his burst of bravado he steps up to her:
engagement. What engagement? asks " Will 3'ou marrv me?"
the erring son. A mere nothing, "No."
answers papa, except that Celia Sin- With the gesture of a Daredevil Dick,
clair, his betrothed, has been awaiting he draws a murderous pistol and level-
him at the church for several hours to ling it at her head, cries: " Hands up!"
proceed with the marriage ceremony. The helpless heroine obeys instantly.
Enter Celia Sinclair with her much Stepping boldly forward, he folds
flustered, much angered mother and both arms about her, and smoothly
brother. Celia walks up to Percival; administers the kiss that tells suffici-
in tones of mysterious confidence they ently the story of their future.
talk with each other and unfold the
surprising fact that the postponement FROHMAN'S ENGLISH SUCCESSES.
of the marriage was deliberately and VIZ HEN Charles Frohman came back
carefully planned, for Celia is in love ^^ to New York with the smile of
with someone else, and Percival has a cat with cream on its whiskers, and
obliged her by "forgetting" his own the rights to thirty or so English and
wedding. Not being aware of the plot, Continental successes in his suit-case,
however, Mrs. Sinclair expostulates he thought that for the next season or
upon the outrage, while the father of so he had success climbing a tree and
Percy, equally heartbroken, orders the shrieking for help. But the taste of
miscreant to leave town. For that the theatre-going public on this side
purpose he gives him 810,000 as a nest of the water is not to be forecast, and
egg, wherewith he must honorably the actual truth of the matter was that
establish the name of Kelly amongst most of his much-advertised successes
the crags and creeks of Nevada. So failed before they had more than opened
off goes Percy with his bag of money their eyes and gazed on Hoboken.
and a Chinese valet. "Frohman is always looking for
It is not long, however, before trouble something new just like something
looms in sight, and totally to his sur- that's been tried before," said Wilton
prise he is placed on trial for life, Lackaye, commenting on the collapse
charged ^\•ith robbing a stage coach. of "The Little Damozel," one of the
As the evidence pours in fatal to Percy, much-heralded thirty, a little while
the news is suddenly flashed into the ago. "It reminds me of the time he
court room that a rich vein of gold has took a company to London and put
been discovered on the prisoner's claim. on a play at Daly's. He spent all
In the excitement of the general kinds of money on the thing, but it
stampede to share in the find, the jury lasted about two weeks before the
forgets the charge of stage robbing and house went dark.
turns the man loose to enjoy his new "When the leading man, who for-
fortune. He at once starts East ^^'ith a tunately had enough to pay his passage
trainload of friends, including Mr. and back to New York, got home, some-
^Irs. Sanderson and daughter Bonny body asked him what had happened.
—
mphasis on Bonny for, as the story
-'oes, she soon is transmuted into the
'Huh:' he said. 'Small profits and
"
quick returns.'
. —
"What is?" asks the wife. dress goes on, jes' f'om hookin' up de
"This Turkish trousers style that is ladies on dis yere run. If evah Ah
announced." loses mah job as po'teh, ma'm, Ah tell
" Turkish trousers?"
— yo' what Ah'll do —
Ah'll jes' hire out
" Yes ^loose, you know, and baggy, as a lady's maid, wif expe'iunce."
and full, like Turkish trousers."
"Well, for goodness' sake! That
NOT HEARTLESS
isn't a new style?" "LJE such a cold, stern, unemotional
is
" Sure it is. Thepapers are full of it. ' * man," we say of the gentleman who
It'sthe latest style from Paris -loose,— has just left us. "Is he really as heart-
baggy, flowing, Turkish trouser effect." less as he appears?"
"Of all things! Well, what won't "Not at all," explains the other per-
they do next?" son. "The doctors have taken his
"That's what I say. I suppose, appendix, half his liver, part of his
though, it'll catch on at once." stomach, one lung, his spleen, and so
"Nonsense!" she exclaims. " W^hat much else that really about the only
man would want to wear' such ugly thing he has left is his heart.
things?"
"
"PH/MISS SPRINGi
Oh, for the men.
it isn't It's the
new style in skirts for women."
" Let me see the paper right away,
Q
^^
MISS SPRING, efyo' want to come
en sing
dear! Well, how odd, and yet how Des mek yo' bow en staht right now
artistic. I must call up my dressmaker Ez glad ez anything!
at once and see if she can give me am' Nemmine de snow dat stays
time next week. I'm not going to let Ner de col' en windy days.
Mrs. Gimbam be first with this, like she
En come in
—
But swing de do' yo' welcome, sho'
anyways
!
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F. Fox.
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See page 1
Canada Monthly
MAY 1911
Vol.X
Real Reciprocity
5^ EMERvSON HOUGH
Author of The Mississippi Bubble"
"
The ^Sow'ind^ etc.
_ o ^
Illustrated by Wox
Chapter ye \st. have ye Pr}'ce, soe Mutch ye better for
YE Four Thousand and
year Themme yt carr\^ ye Gospell, sayde I
IXEleven and Four, word came to ye to Himme. Whereupon I didde Wink
Kingdom of Hys Sovereign Majesty ye Eye to Himme alsoe, butte Discreat
Kmg Alfonse, yt beyond Seas, m ye (Meanynge to Convert ye Heethen r&
Lande between Xew Spayne & Xew Alsoe 3'e Golde).
Jersey & between ye North Sea & ye ^Ye King not onderstanding of Thys,
South Sea was a strange Folk yt was I sayde to Himme, more Especial. Good
Heethens. & yt hadde Mutch Golde. me King 3'e Heethen nead ye Gospell
Soe now I, Juan de Smette, of ye & We nead ye Money, soe it seemeth
Baronie known as Scottville, a Noble right for us Exchange ye two. & ^^-ith
of birth, didde Goe to Hys Majesty & two stout Ships I forsooth ben Able to
sayde to Himme: Good my Lord, ys carry out ye Gospell & bring Back ve
is Dedde Easy. Golde, which in my Eyes seemeth
'[What mean ye Good me Knight, Excellent Good. Alsoe I doubte notte
sayde Himme to Mee, and prithee, what I fetch ye fulle treatie of 3'e Reciprocitie.
sayde I to Himme, for Loe! are many didde Smyle to \'e Breadth of about two
Heethens with mutch Golde & ye Spannes & sayde, Of a truth ys is
Bizzness of good King\'s is for to Con- Excellent Good! Verily ye shall Have
vert ye Heethen for and, if ye Heathen ve two Stout Ships & ve Powder &
3
,
REAL RECIPROCITY
Bawl; & for yt ye Goe among Foreign Among ye Heethen, butte Themme
Parts & heethen People, look Well yt ye didde have Aspeckt so Defoarmed, yt
take Along at Leaste one Copy of ye We feared to seek to Bring Themme into
Scriptures, for noe Man Knoweth what ye true Faythe, althoe we now ben
may Happen. Assured thease hadde mutch Golde,
tSoe thenne I set Foarth. else didde They not Dygge Two
^Laus Deo. Thousand Years and still Guess, soe we
asked Thease who was Their Head or
Chapter ye And. sovereign Cacique, & Agayne They
IfNow^ we Sayled to New Spayne. didde make Merry at Uss & some sayde
which is by ye South Sea, & thenne T. Shonts, and some sayde T. Rosenfeld
didde Pass uppe ye Coast to ye North & some Goodhals, and others sayde a
along a Land yt was Inhabited by Cacique of ye Heethen yt was yclept
Heethens butte Thease being Poore we Taft. Yette others made merry &
didde not Tarry among Themme, althoe sayde yt ye True Boss was Theodore, ye
They didde make mutch Divertyse- Heethen King, ye same hight T. Rosen-
ments to draw us Ashoar, butte we in feld. Yette Others sayde yt They
no Wise made Answer, being out for would be Danged (in Heethen Speach)
ye Goodes. Soe now at Last we come iffe yt They knew who was ye Real
to a Plaice where were many Men yt Boss or whatte it was All About.
didde Dygge a deep Ditch at a Plaice Butte sayde They, It be a Glorious
where ye Coast was moast Narrow & Deede of yt We be well Assured.
which was yclept ye Isthmus of ^fHeare gat we noe Reciprocitie.
Pannama. Prithee, good Sirs, we '^ILaus Deo.
didde ask of Thease, what do ye Hear
a-dyggynge so Wyde & Deepe, & sayde Chapter ye Srd.
Themme to Uss, Go wan, thatte ye T[Soe now We
sayled to ye Citty of
know Notte ye Canal Pannama. de ye True Cross & There didde take ye
Marry Goode Sirs, sayde We, What is Shaiv Tail Mewel to ye Citty yt is ye
ye Canal de Pannama & They made Cappital of New Spayne, wh is withyn
Mirth at Uss. ye Provinces back fromme ye Sea, &
IWe asked of Thease, How long, w^h is sayde to abound in Golde & now
Think ye, to be a dyggynge of ye Canal Come upon an Heethen yclept Jo
Bay ley who woar a Golde Studde in hys
spyke-tale Evening Cloathes wh didde
Show Himme to be a Heethen, &
thenne we didde Soak Himme Abound-
ing Mutch, & departed for other Parts,
& soon didde meet yette other Heethens .
& of Themme
slew Four Hundred &
Fourty-nine to ye Glory of ye Faythe &
ye Renown of yr Sovereign Majesty
Alfonse, butte hadde no Golde yette
from Themme & were Soar Displeased.
TfNow, being Well Assured yt They
would hereafter Attend ye Service of
ye Christian Church, thereafter We now
SOE NOW WE KNEW WE WERE COME AMONG YE
HEETHEN, BUTTE THEMME DID HAVE ASPECKT SO didde make our Course Afoot with ye
DEPOARMED YT WE FEARED TO SEEK TO BRING THEMME
INTO YE TRUE FAYTHE Intent to Goe into ye Province of ye
Heethen King Theodore, who was
de Pannama, Whereat Themme made esteamed in thease Parts to use Golde
Mirth against Uss yet Agayne and for ye Boyler of ye Steme Heated
sayde Themme, Prithee, come ye Back Castles in wh ye Heethen were reputed
Agayne in about Two Thousand Years to Dwell in thoase Provinces. & one
& Mayhap by Thenne it may Percolate day as We
journeyed to ye North we
a Fewe! didde Taik Captive a fay re Mayde,
fSoe now We knew We were come yt hadde None too much Cloathes for
IN YE SAYDE CITY OP PITTSBURGH WE POUND THERE MUTCH GOLDE, BUTTE ALSO PASSING
HARD FOR US TO SEPARATE FROM VE HEETHEN
6 REAL RECIPROCITY
graytestof themme in wh Eleven of their we robbed after ye Fashion of ye Land,
Warriors meet Eleven other & seek to butte didde Push inne ye Fayce of ys
Kick inne ye Payee of ye other Eleven Man for yt he had butte Thirty Cents.
or as many as May Be. For the Seeing Marry, oure first Reciprocitie yette not
of thease Gaims They have high Playces mutch
made. & to thease Playces come ^\Laus Deo.
Heethen from many Provinces, often-
Chapter ye 5th.
tymes to ye Number of Fourty & Four
Thousand, or Mayhap more, soe greate ^Now atte ye Citty yt is yclept
Joy have Thease to see ye Fayce kicked Cleaveland in ye Province Ohio they
inne. And ye While ye Fayce be didde have King Taft ye First, & ye
kicked inne, loe! a greate shouting very Last & many other Kings for itte be a
doleful ariseth from all ye People on ye King Producer from Way Yonder, so
high Playces. Now inne this warfare —
sayde Themme to Uss there in yt Part
many be Killed & lose ye Arm or ye we didde find many strange Customs of
Legge, yette it is acclaimed greate ye Heethens, ye wh doe make me Pause
Honor soe to be maymed, & thatte ye to tell, soe strange They be & soe hard
Warriors may be payde ye Gait Man for ye Christian Folk to believe. For
doth take ye Piaster or more from All .in this Province all ye Folk each Year
who come thither and ye Pyle of make ve Tithes, butte ye Nine parts goe
Piasters at ye Gaim be High as any to ye Kingys and ye One part stayeth
House in New Spayne. to Encourage ye Plane People to Doe
^|W^e of ye True Fay the did Pause at Itte Agayne!
ye Gaim of Feet Ball a Tyme, being ^[YeManner in wh They doe Itte is
accounted something of Warriors Our- this: They have a greate Heethen
selves, butte certain of Uss being b}- King, ye saim a Most Christian King by
Chance upon ys field of Battle at ye their story as well, & this King he be
Tyme those yt kick in ye Fayce were Passing Rich in Golde from all ye
Running after one yt had ye Leathern Provinces of this Land. Ye Plane
Ball of other Warrior Thease came People maik Gladde to carry Himme ye
swiftly upon Uss & didde overthrow Golde w^h they find, noe matter how
Uss & walk upon Uss soar, thoe we had Mutch soever itte be, at wh We didde
Armor of Proof & were goodlye Men at marvel very mutch atte ys way of
Arms, yette didde thease Heethen bend Doyng yette soe it is. All Golde yt is
our Armor & treat Uss soar & didde found is brought by ye Plane People
kick Uss off ye Ground of ye Gaim with to ys greate Heethen King, ye wh is
many of Uss soar Wounded & like to yclept ye Goode King John & Many
die from ye Hurts. Such among doe hold Himme far More Greate than
Themme is ye Gaim yt is called Feet ye Heethen King Theodore, wh is ye.
Ball ye wh They account a most King (in naim) of all ye Tribes &
Christian Gaim, thoe it be Far from Provinces, or ye Cacique Taft, ye wh is
Sutch. Butte here We got no Golde, mutch a Frende of ye King Theodore.
soe We set foarth with ye Shaiv Tail TfYe Goode King John doth own all
Mewel yette further to ye North & ye ye Boats & Steam W^agons (for soe
East, toward ye Province wh is yclept They goe About) & all ye Ice & ye Fire
New Jersey. & ye Light & ye Ayre & ye Ground & all
^fNow inne yt Plaice as we were well Manner of Things yt grow upon ye
Assured all Men had Golde even as ye Ground, & whenne He asketh yt One be
Millionaires of ye Citty of Pittsburgh, made Sub- King, soe He is Forthwith
also do practyce ye Fay the of Polly- made Sub- King. Ye Goode King
gamy & many other Heethen Prac- John owneth also ye Houses wherein
tyces, & alsoe do Rob All who come. ye Plain People inhabit, & all ye
Now, seeing yt this was ye Custom of Shaddows of ye Plane People, & ye
ye Province wherein we now were come, Tobacco & ye Chewing Gumme & ye
W^e fell upon a pedlar Man, the same Hair Oil & likewise ye School in wh
Blind in 1 e3''e, & having Thirty Cents Plane Folk would send their Children
of ye Realm upon hys Person, & Himme for to learn to be also greate Kingys.
E FELL VPON A PEDLAR MAX, THE'SAME BLIND IN' ONE EYE & HAVING THIRTY CENTS OF YE REALM
UPON HYS PERSON. & HIMMB WE ROBBED AFTER YE FASHION OF YE LAND. MARRY,
OUR FIRST RECIPTIOCITY-, YETTE NOT MUCH
Also He owneth ye Toothpick after ye Lait King3't was called Andy ye First
Meale & ye Meale before ye Toothpick wh ye Citty yclept Pittsburgh, we
is in
(all butte ye Meete, for other Heethen arrived for a Tyme in ye sayde Citty of
own ye Meete, althoe all thease en" out Pittsburgh & found there mutch Golde
yt it is False & accurst to say thease butte also Passing Hard to Separate from
Things be soe). Yette all ye Tyme ye Heethen. Now in ys Citty be many
They ha\ e them soe ye \vh seemeth to Millionaires & thease be Passing Gaye
Uss most Strange & Ungodlie butte soe soe it seemeth sometimes, as is spread
it is. Thease Heethens be Avell nigh too Abroad, althoe of thease Things we wot
Deep for Uss & whenne We would not other than We didde hear froir ye
separate Goode King John from some Fay re Mayde yt was Prisoner far to ye
Part of hys mutch Golde. loe! He was South of thease Parts.
Hard to Separate. & We ben cast out, ^We gotte no Golde hear, soe now
Soe now we fall upon a Other Plane We set foarth for ye Province of New'
Man yt seamed to Uss Easy, & would Jersey, being right well assured yt in
rob Himme after ye Fashion of thease this Province layeth ye Towns yt is
Provinces, butte loe Himme didde
I yclept ye Seven Citties of Cibola (wh. is
Smyle at Uss sadde, & sayde, Loe! ye to say, ye Plaice of Easy Money). For
Goode King John gotte to Me First! loe! in New Jersey been many towns,
Soe thenne we sette foarth from ye also states.
Citty of Cleaveland seeyng Itte was ^Now ye Passage of ye Mountains
X. G. For and one m^de Question. with ye Shaiv Tail Mewel was mutch
Did ye finde ye Reciprocitie. Soe Travail, for now we ben all mutch put to
made we answer, I trow nit. Itte for to eat, having dwelt with these
^\Laus Deo. Heethens many Months & yette gotte
small Golde, for yt ye many Kings
Chapter ye Cyth.
hadde all ye Golde befoar We didde
^Now, having conquered ye Country come thither. Butte after mutch Wan-
•m .\e\v Spayne t ye Province of ve
) derinif in strange lands We didde come
7
. .
8 REAL RECIPROCITY
to ys Province of New Jersey & were yt to Youse? & Some were for pulling
soar at Heart & mutch cast down, for up ye Street Raihvays & some for pull-
hear alsoe was no Easy Money (for us) ing down ye Gass House & ye State
Neather was any Golde free-milling. House & Others for doing many other
In ye Stead was one Tall House & on Things, butte soon ye Plane People
Itte many Naims, & thease Naims didde cool down & go about earning
stood for ye Tribes 3^t didde own ye moar Money for ye Goode Kings John,
Golde & at Tymes came thither Thoase J. Pierp, & Others, to witte, Dittoe.
needing Money & didde write their Dittoe.
Naims on papers, saying how mutch ^[Marry, good Your Majesty, theas€
Money They needed, & loe! the Plane be a Strange Folk & none like Themm<
Folk didde give Themme Money as in all the World. Butte yette We gott^
they hadde wish; Butte not in New no Golde, none being Loose, & We werd
Jersey. of a Mind to Journey to a Province!
^Soe now We were soar Distressed not naimed Washington after a King long!
onderstanding thease soe mutch as We since dead & forgot & who mayhap]
didde think. Now We heard perchance was butte a King in ye Dreams of ye.
y tinye Citty of New- York wh isnot many Plane Folk & not leally a Man as^
Days March of ye Shaiv Tail Mewel from Thease. There we were assured was
ye Province of New Jersey, was mutch mutch Golde & many Kingys of man)
Golde for All, soe now We set Foarth. Provinces &hear also once dwelt yc
^fButte whenne We mayde Journey Heethen King Theodore, ye saim whc
to ye Citty of New York, Itte was no was a-dyggynge of ye Canal de Panna^^
Easy Money for ye Wanderer with ye ma, and ye Cacique yclept Taft, and y<
True Faythe. Mutch Golde didde We mutch great King wh is Yclept
see, alsoe ye Drunken Chinamen, & Jocannon. Soe farre no Reciprocitic
many Strange & Heethen Spectacles & In ye Indies hereabout is ye saim like y<
Dances & ye like sutch as may not be Handel on ye Jugge.
Tolde in godlie Parchment, & althoe ^^Laus Deo.
mutch Golde was there We gotte butte
Chapter ye 1th.
Little for yt whenne We fell upon ye
Plane Folk & despoyled Themme they ^Now, ye Folk in thease Heethei
all
Laughed Uss in our Beard, saying. Ah, Lands wist not They be Heethen butt«^
ha ha, & loe! ye Goode King J. Pierp ever cry aloud at all Manner of Tymesl
hath ben hear First. Ye saim J. Piferp Loe! Taik ye a Look, for we be y^
is One of ye Kings in ye Provinces here- Greatest People in ye Whoal Wid^
about, althoe there be Many who say World, & none be Like Uss! Ye wh I b^
He is no King soe greate as ye Goode well disposed to say is ^''e Truth, fo|
King John, for yt althoe ye King J. althoe thease People have soe man]
Pierp owneth ye Earth, ye Goode King Kings who rob Themme ever & taik^
John owneth also ye Waters under ye away all They have, none the less Thej
Earth & maketh ye Light of this! We have no Grouch butte Like Itte, yj
heard of War to be between thease two They thus ben Robbed.
Kings (& ye Plane Folk to do ye Fight- tOf Churches They have butte Fey
ing in ye War) & Few go therein, althoe there be man)
^Now, being mutch Cast Down at Priests with ye Brass Band & y^
having no Golde of thease Heethen, We Minstrel Show & other Divertysements
even taik ye Shaiv Tail Mewel for ye to lead Themme intoe ye Churches;
Journey to ye Provinces of Those yt are butte ever They doe stand without ye
called Brothers, for yt They dwell in Church & all ye Whyle lift up ye Voice
Brotherly Love alway. Now, whenne & cry out. We be the Greatest People
We were come thither, loe many Plane
! on ye Whole Wide World. Now They
Folk were running about & some hadde have a Religion, butte itte is notte like
a Rope. Marry, goode Sirs, sayde we, to Ours & is Heethen, for They worship
whatte doe ye hear, & They mayde whatte is yclept ye Industry, and ye
answer We doe butte hang a Council- Priests of ys They naim ye Captains of
man & Legislatorre or soe & whatte is ye Industry, & thease be thoase They
EMERSOX HOUGH 9
bow down to & worship exceeding, thoe vt hath ve most Pyle of ye Money of ye
We thought not mutch of thease Priests Plane People. Himme they worship
bv ye Looks of Themme, & sought ye Most.)
notte to Worship as didde Thease. ^Ye Cacique Taft sayde to ye Plane
^Now This City yt is called after ye
ancient Heethen Godde Washington is
ve Head Playce where all ye Worship
of ye Captains is mayde, & hear be
many Captains thatte (in jest) are
sayde to speak for ye Plane Folk (ye
wh They never Doe). Hear in their
Ruling is yt wh is yclept ye Senate, all
therein being Rich from whatte is
vclept in this speach ye Graft. Of
thease none care for the Plane Folk
save once in each Six Years (whenne
atte ye Senator loveth ye Plane Folk
Exceeding Mutch !)
•iXow, some King}'s be hear from
many Provinces ye wh are not soe
greate as ye King>'S of 3'e Senate, & some
of Thease be yclept Dubs, sometimes
Insurgents, butte 5larr\-, we found not
whatte they gayned by insurging, for
that over all Thease ruleth ye Heethen
King Jocannon, ye same moast Pro-
fay ne.
• Himme. ye Heethen King, We were
well disposed to see, for yt We
found IN YE PROVIKCE OF NEW JERSEY WAS OXE TALL HOUSE
urselves strange in thease Provinces & & OX ITTE MANY NAIMS YT STOOD FOR YE TRIBES
YT DIDDB OWN YB GOLDE
-otte apt at separating of ye Golde
from ye Plane Folk as was ye Custom People, Waitte till yt I gette this
of ye Countr\-, &
he being King might Tariffe and ye Platformme ye saime.
tell Uss ys soe We
might taik our Share Either I do this or I gette goode reesons
of ye Graft as didde thease Kings, for not doyng Itte. (Butte many sayde
Senators &
Dubs, as each may best be to Uss yt he would gette ye Goode
called in ye Speach of ye Land. Reesons for not doyng itte.)
Whereatte he made Mirth at Uss & ^Now a True Religion there is none
mutch Profayne Speach. Marn,', sayde in all ye Land save only thatte they call
He. easy when thatte You Know
itte is ye Golde & thatte they call ye Graft
How. In my own Case, I need only to & thatte they call ye Industn.'. Ye Cap-
Disguyse myself as one of the Plane tains of ye Industn.' be their Priests &
People, so thatte I rob the Plane People forsooth ys be their Religion, & a more
with ease, & so Mutch do they like this, Strange & Mutch Crazed Heethen Folk
they Call me ye People's Friend. was never found between ye South Sea
^Ye Cacique Taft didde gnash his & ye North. Ye Heethen Cacique Taft
Teeth at thease Kings of ye Provinces, could no more give Uss Counsel for to
t they didde not doe in -ye Way of gette Golde than Any we hadde be-
Washington or Lincoln or ye other spoak befoar ys Tyme. All he could
Heethen Goddes of ye Past. Butte ye say was yt We should fall upon Any
Senate most Especial sayde to Himme, we found as didde Thease Others. &
Loe! who is Boss and to whom be- taik whatte they hadde, & thank ye
longeth ye Spoyl of ye Plane People? Fortune if none of thease Kings hadde
Althoe he gnashed his Teeth many gotte to Themme first (as hadde soe
sayde yt ye Senate was holding ye many Tymes befallen Uss).
Services of their Worship. (Thease ^Soe now we found Thease Heethen
S/.r,-,..r.c Kf. , p, ,.- T^o-^Ti
before ve One dwelling without any Law & without
10 VIGIL
any Religion, in Madness & Sorrow & nor any moar Reciprocitie than ye one
mutch Opprest of many Kingys, althoe (1) Handel on two (2) Jugges, and
They go about Shouting They be Free seeyng thatte We could taike nothyng
& ye Greatest People in ye Whoal Wide else, forsooth we didde talk Ship for
World ye wh is butte a Jest soe Far be Home.
itte from 3'^e Holy Truth. In thys %Lai4s Deo.
Blindness forsooth We left Themme
dwelling, all despoyled & exulting in
Itte, all Sad butte a-shouting They ^[Done at ye Royal Palace of ye
were Merry, all without Hope (althoe Goode King Alfonse in ye Year of Our
ye Cacique Taft sayeth yette there Lord Four Thousand & Fourty-seven,
shall be ye Hope), yette all crying set in ye Scroll by ye Goode Monk
Aloud. Loe! we are the Real Goodes! Gonsalvo of ye Expedition into ye
fButte of the last I prithee to say. Heethen Lands in ye Indies & between
Those who would win Glory & Great ye South & ye North Seas. & sygned
Fortune & save Souls for ye True by ye New Seal of ye Order given Me
Fay the, Goe not to America, for in by ye Heethen Caciques as ye Emblem
those Parts thease Things may notte be of thys Heethen People & so sealed, in
done, since thatte soe many Kings be token of ye Humble Discoveries herein
there ahead, and ye saim have gotte set Foarth.
to ye Plane People first. Neather '([Laus Deo.
didde we carry ye True Faythe, nor JUAN DE SMETTE.
didde We Brake oflfe ye True Golde, ($ Seal $)
VIGIL
BY JOHN DUNCAN HOWE
Four! clanks the grim old clock across the square,
Though at the v^indow there is not a ray.
I have lain here a thousand thousand years
That Three-Cornered
Problem
By Hildric Davenport
Illustrated by A. W. Grann
"Dear smiled he. "yet
THEcracked flaming logs in the fireplace
in a vivacious, chatty
little girl."
surely you can't doubt me?"
fashion, and busily cast flicker- "I do not doubt you now, but." she
ing shadows into the restful hesitated, then flashed at him in-
room. They enlivened and gave ani- tensely, "How great is your love?
mation to ail their neighbors, save the Will you always love me? Always.
animate ones, who were tense and un- no matter " She stopped short.
smiling: a man and a woman to whom He looked at her curiously, and she
a crisis had come. turned her head and hid from him the
"What I have told you." said Paul piteous torture in her eyes.
Sheridan, "cannot have been a sur- "No matter what?" he demanded,
prise to you." trying to read her face. She evaded
"No." Eleanor Randolph answered, him. "What is it you fear. Eleanor?
quietly. Tell me."
"
"Well, then, Avhy "Oh. nothing, Paul," she said un-
"Because," she interrupted, "can't evenly, "just time and life — — ^and the
you understand that ever\-thing is so cruel • things that separate men and
— is so —
so difficult, when the time women."
really comes?" "Now, listen to me. You are tan-
"Then you don't love me. Eleanor?" taUzing and mystifying me. You
They stood facing each other. She know, you must know, that I have
looked at him steadfastly. "I do love loved you for a long time. You say
you. Paul." she answered slowly; "but," you love me. Then why do you
and drawing back at his advance, she hesitate? Why is it so tragic to you?
^book her head. It seems so simple to me, dear."
Well, dear, seem to be answered,
I "Simple!" she whispered. "Simple!"
uiid yet I am not. You say you love He went on. his voice eagerly re-
rne; why, then, should you want to sonant.
put me off^? Why do you refuse to "The time has come when I can't
come to me?" endure things as they exist any longer.
"Because I must have time," she I must have you all in all you must be;
"
pleaded. "I must think everything to me; you understand?
"Eleanor, you must have thought I must possess you — or " He
about it. You know what's in your turned away. "You aren't fair to
heart. Don't keep me waiting." me I" he exclaimed impetuously.
She turned from his outstretched "Paul," she pleaded, "come to me
anus. again and I shall answer you."
"Do you want to test me or yourself? "Well, dear, when shall it be?"
Which is it?" "Just a week from to-day."
"It is not that. Believe me, Paul, "At the same time?"
Iam as sure of
my life." And
myself as I am of of — "Yes, at tea time."
the tears were in her Her voice sounded dull, lifeless
eves. she shivered and knelt in front of the
11
12 THAT THREE-CORNERED PROBLEM
fireand held her cold hands toward His voice sobered. "I couldn't stay
the warmth. He came closer to her. away any longer."
—
"Please don't touch me I can't sit down and tell us ail about
"Well,
bear it," she faltered. it. Meanwhile, what will you have?"
After he was gone, she rose and Huntley did as he was bid, Sheridan
crossed to the piano, sat down and ordered drinks, they lit cigarettes
struck one crashing chord, and her and glanced at each other.
arms dropped to her side as she sank "You don't seem any too fit, old
over the keyboard. Convulsive sobs, man," ventured Sheridan.
hard and dry, shook and r2:';:d her. "Well, we had a rough passage out,
"O, God!" she moaned, "what shall I and I am still on my sea legs. But
do, what shall I do?" And the embers you're a bit seedy yourself, aren't
smouldered, and the twilight descended you?"
grayly. —
"Oh, I'm all right ^just have some
worrying matters hanging fire; that's
Three evenings later Paul was dining all. Tell 'me about yourself. What
alone at his club. Time was hanging took you away? What brought you
heavily and he was impatient for the home? I was out of town when you
long week to pass. He was dallying went, you know."
over a solitary demitasse when a man "Well," Huntley sighed wearily,
approached his table. Glad recogni- "the same cause took me over and
tion leapt into his eyes, as they fell —
brought me home a woman. She
upon Ralph Huntley, a long-time friend. has about dominated my life for a year
"Hello, Paul," cried Huntley, "if this or m.ore, and she owns me, body and
isn't luck!" They grasped hands soul."
warmly. "I know what it is," cut in Sheridan
"Why, Ralph, I sympathetically.
thought you were "I doubt if you do know what it
abroad somewhere."
"So I have been,
is— just what a case like mine is."
"Ah, Ralph, you've just the usual
just returned to-day. man-in-love notion; I'll wager you
Had to come back." think that yours is the most stupendous
and amazing affair
that has ever be-
fallen a mortal."
"I wish to God
I were the usual
man in love". He
paused, and his
thought switched.
"Paul, can a man
sidestep his fate?
That's what I've
been trying to do,
but to remove my
person from Can-
ada to Europe
hasn't helped.
The ocean between
hasn't changed
things. I've tried
to forget her, but
"What's the
trouble? Doesn't
she love vou?'
: ;
HILDRIC DAVENPORT 13
"I dont know; I haven't asked her. time, and it was all so awful to her.
I wanted to keep the knowledge from Her devotion to him was wonderful.
ine even if she loves me, for the instant Their love for each other was absolute,
I know
that she does the struggle is and there was no taint of sin in it. If
over — I am
powerless to resist and I — you could have seen them, have known
have resisted about as long as I can. them as I did, you would understand;
Damn it all," he broke out suddenly, you would have seen nothing but the
"I hate a whining brute, but I've got pity, the sadness of such a world-
to talk about it or I shall go mad I I obliterating love. She sacrificed every-
don't know what to do. I came back —
thing to him even her very life
to go to her, and I can't, and I know I itself was literally menaced. It was
must. It's been the devil of a fight the purest relation I have ever known
all along —
a clash between my heart between a man and a woman. Love
and my —
^my conscience. There you sanctified it." He stopped. His cig-
have it. She has," his voice sank and arette had gone out his drink was un-
;
veloped, his wife left him. Three There was a long silence. Paul's
years before his death, Eleanor met eyes lowered. Then he broke the still-
him in Europe; she remained with him ness, speaking slowly. "That is a very
constantly until the end. Then she great problem. I don't knoAv how to
went to London for a time, and about answer it."
a year ago she came back to Mont- Huntley did not reply at once.
real." There was something in the other's
"Eleanor," repeated Sheridan. "Is voice that puzzled, annoyed him, he
her name Eleanor? That is a co- didn't know just what it was; he was
incidence I —
will tell you about it dissatisfied with the answer. Sheridan
later." had not seemed responsive, compre-
"I didn't mean to mention her name. hending; in some vague way he felt
Yes, it is Eleanor —
Eleanor Randolph." that his friend had failed him. He
Paul rose qtfickly and turned his half expected his reply to be in the
back upon his friend. Mechanically negative; half hoped it would, and then
he hailed a passing waiter. His face he would have argued, defended his
was papery white, his eyes had a position— or what he knew his position
—
horror in them. He felt a suffocating would ultimately be ^he would have
sensation —
his breath seemed to catch. fought for Eleanor hb would have
The waiter hurried up. "Two brandy- convinced Sheridan as he longed to
and-sodas," he said in a hard voice convince the world.
that he did not know. He turned Paul rose to his feet carefully, like
about and sat down heavily. "It an old man. "Huntley, I have to go
seems close in here. See if you can home and turn in; I am done up," he
raise that window." Huntley crossed said. Having promised to look each
to the window and put it up. He re- other up, they exchanged rather con;
sumed his seat and looked keenly at strained farewells.
his friend. "I say, Paul, I'm afraid Sheridan was too stunned for co-
you're all in; how do you feel?" herent thought. He seemed to move
"I'm all right now. It's just a touch automatically like a man hypnotized.
of heart." He smiled stiffly. "Go on At last he found himself in his rooms.
with your story." He sat far into the night trying to
"I'm about at the end of it. After answer Huntley's question.
Burton's death, Eleanor showed me The gray dawn of the next morning
unconsciously, in the pathetic abandon looked in upon the wide open, weary
of her grief, the intimate side of her eyes of two men and a woman, who
nature, her inner hidden self. I had were all trying to solve the same
never known a woman in the same problem.
wav before. I fell in love with her,
and I shall always love her. But, Eleanor Randolph spent three
Sheridan, does even love justify a man thought-crowded days and nights, and
in giving an honorable name to a had come to no conclusion. Her
woman who, though ever so pure in heart and her conscience were at vari-
reality, is branded by the conventions ance and unreconcilable. It was no
; '
HILDRIC DAVEXPORT 15
moral contradiction in her nature that pleasant. Huntley put down her man-
held her back from a: confession to ner to the embarrassment of an awk-
Paul. Her eye was singularly acute ward memory which he knew he must
to distinguish right from wrong; her provoke. They were both relieved
sense of honor impelled her to tell him, as a providentially timely tea tray was
and her even,' decision to do so was brought in, and with it naturally came
rewarded by a short period of calm light persiflage, the inevitable accom-
peacefulness, which was, however, al- paniment of its tinkling appurtenances.
ways frightened away by the horrible After a while the tea and the trivialities
dread of the loss of his love. She became exhausted simultaneously the :
believed self-immolation on the altar maid removed the tray, and Huntley,
of an exacting standard of morality with a sentence, brushed aside the
to be an attribute of man rather than light conversation.
of woman. She knew it probable that "Eleanor, do you know why I have
a man of Paul's temperament would come back to Montreal?"
cast aside an erring woman whom he "No, Ralph, unless it be that all
loved, though in doing so he tortured good Canadians return to Canada."
himself. "Of course, naturally, but I came
Most hearts can no more encompass back to see you." He leaned toward
love than a garden fountain can en- her quickly, his eyes were eager.
circle Niagara. Eleanor's was one of "Eleanor, I love you."
the rare souls in which a great affection "Oh, Ralph," she cried^ startled;
had found an abiding place. Her love "I didn't know, I didn't think you
for Paul was all-consuming. As she cared for me that way. You are my
looked back upon her life •v\'ith Burton, friend— ^and what a friend you have
she saw what prompted her sacrifice been! I can't think of you in any
to him an intense pity for his suffering,
; other way."
an agony of regret and sorrow for his "But you must, for I love you and
dreadful fate aroused her strong mater- I want you — I must have you." His
nal instinct. There had been little of eyes dark with the ardor of desire,
sexual attraction save that which clung he bent close to her. She shivered
to the memory of an immature passion apprehensively.
above all was the fact that no other "Yes?" And he read a question in
man had come into her life, that her her frightened eyes.
heart was empty. "Heavens, Eleanor! Don't think
On the afternoon of the fourth day I mean that I want you for my wife.
'
Eleanor sat in front of the fireplace He tried to draw her to him his breath
;
watching the grotesque and irregularly came quickly his blood was on fire for
;
patterned designs in the redly smould- her; and not a doubt was in his mind;
ering logs as they took on familiar there was rather an element of dread
faces and scenes. She saw a lone grave that she might surrender too readily
in Europe and the tragedy of a death — to him, for his particular demon had
—
and a life ^haunted her. The ringing tormented him with the assurance
of a bell interrupted her thought. that marriage meant established re-
She went to the window and looked spectability to a woman in her position.
out into the street. It was tea time. "Eleanor," he reiterated, "I want vou
She questioned if it could be Paul; a to marr\' me."
week is a long time, she thought. Her "What," she gasped, "knowing what
heart thumped; she heard a man's you do?"
voice. Yes, it must be he! "Knowing what I do, dear." And
Ralph Huntley was shown in. The her heart leaped wdthin her with a
sight of him brought back Burton as great gladness. This man, with the
from the grave. Eleanor wondered knowledge of even-thing, would make
bitterly if the dead man would ever —
her his idfe so might another. She
cease to come between her and the was silent; it was a silence of thoughts
living one. Her greeting was forcedly of Paul, not of the man beside her
— ;
you every day and night of this a superscription; it caught his attention
for
empty, dreary year." She stopped — "Eleanor—from Paul Sheridan." She
him. saw his start of surprise.
"Ralph, I can't let you go on; it is "What is it?" she asked. He held
useless." the book toward her.
"Why is it useless? Is it still "Do you know Sheridan?"
Burton?" "Yes, do you?" Instantly his even-
"No." ing with Paul at the club came into his
"Shall you never marry?" mind.
"I don't know. I had better tell "Is he the man?" A dread was in
you everything. I am in love." him.
"W^hat!" He started to his feet. "Yes, he is the man," she replied
"Another man! And is he going to coldly. In a flash it came to him that
marry you?" She shrank as from a he had told Paul her story. The book
blow. fell from his nervous fingers. "Sher-
"I don't know," she answered idan!" he said thickly, "Sheridan!"
faintly. She looked at him wonderingly.
—
HILDRIC DAVENPORT 17
"Whv should it not be Sheridan?" deep poetic nature which idealizes all
He disregarded the question. that it loves. Intuitively she dreaded
"He does not know ^x'ou haven't
him? When did
—you last see
the shock of his disillusion.
He had made no sign. True, she
told
him? This is Friday. Have you seen had begged him not to return, but.
him since Wednesday?" woman-like, she wished he had dis-
'"No," she answered, "but," be- obeyed her.
u-ildered, "why do you ask?" xVt last the appointed day arrived.
"Because," he returned, his words It was early spring, and the misplaced
"on Wed-
falling heavily, deliberately, June sun shone boldly into Eleanor's
nesday night saw Sheridan and talked
I windows. A few daring stragglers of
to him, and I told him about you pioneer summer birds perched gaily
I told him ever\-thing." They were upon her leafless trees and sang shrilly
standing facing each other. At his at her as she busied herself, preparing
words she lurched forward, and he all the little trifles that pleased Paul.
would have caught her, but she waved The story of the day gladdened her.
him away, and with a great effort, She took it as a good omen and went
steadied herself. At last she said about happily humming Paul's favorite
violently. songs. Tea time pending, she ordered
"How —
could you ^how dared you?" a log fire, tea a la Russe, and toasted
"Listen, Eleanor. I did not know English muffins, smiling all the while
that Sheridan knew you he did not — a trifle bitterly at the feminine ability
—
betray himself as I live, Eleanor, I to attend to everyday affairs while
did not know." tragedy hangs over one as by a hair.
"Well." she sighed, sinking into a She rang for her maid. "I am at home
chair, "it does not matter, he had to to Mr. Sheridan, and to no one else."
know. I was going to tell him myself, she said.
and it was so hard so hard! Maybe — "Yes, Miss," and the maid withdrew
I should thank you for sparing me the Eleanor could not control her rest-
task." lessness. She moved uneasily about
"Poor little, brave little girl! You the charming room. She was very pale
know that I would never knowingly and her fine eyes glowed with a tragic
do anything to harm you, dear. You light. The week without Paul had
believe that, don't you ?" She nodded, been a torment. The sound of a bell
and smiled wanly through her tears. startled her. She faced the door fear-
He came close to her. fidly, her heart pounding like a ham-
"So this is the end?" mer. The maid entered with a letter.
"I am so sorry, but you must always It was addressed to her in Paul's firm,
be mv friend. Promise me that, characteristic handwriting.
Ralph." "Is the boy waiting?" she asked
As the door closed on him she knew hoarsely. The maid looked at her
that he had gone out of her life forever, inquisitively. "No, he said there was
that she had lost a rare thing, a splen- no answer." "You may go," her mis-
didly magnanimous love. A crushing tress dismissing her.
said, Eleanor
forlornness fell upon her; she flung her- tore open the sealed envelope in an
self upon a couch and distractedly agony of haste. She read:
watched night descend. As the black- "I am going away; I don't know
ness shrouded her she was afraid
seemed a symbol of the winding sheet
it — where. You know why I am leaving
you. Because I must, I am choosing
of her soul. a savorless existence; God knows how
Time dragged interminably for three I shall get through it! While life is in
people. To Eleanor the forced in- me I shall love you with the one great
activity of suspense was well nigh un- passion I have known; I have no hope
endurable. Her rehef that Paul knew of being released from that torture;
was effaced by her dread of the effect No woman can ever supplant you.
of the knowledge upon him.
him to be essentiallv
She knew
an idealist of the
You
filled
satisfied
the lust of
my ever)'
mv
desire
eve with vour
—you
— —
18 PEOPLE
beauty; of my ear, with your dear be able to adjust myself to things as
voice; of my mind, with your intelli- they are. Good-bye, dear, and God
gence; of my soul, with your spiritual- bless you. —
Paul Sheridan."
ity. You are my complement —the The letter fell from her trembling
other half of me —all life will be in- hands. — —
She felt cold of course she
complete without you. —
would always feel cold her soul was
"I cannot now, but I may some day in its winding sheet.
PEOPLE
BY W. D. NESBIT
OUTTheof people
the highways and byways and over the valley and
come trudging forever through mansion and market
hill,
and mill;
And some of them laughing and singing with never a bother or care,
And some of them bending and bringing a burden of shame or
despair
But always and always and always, forever they come and they go;
And what is the good of a question of something we never may know ?
All over the world are they trudging, by mountain and desert they
fare,
And each feels the lure of a summons that bids him to journey some-
where ;
The one knows the lash of the master, the one knows the urge of a
deed.
The one goes with aimless intention, the one walks as one in the lead
But what is the why and the wherefore, and how do the peace and
the strife
In all of these people commingle? Ah, that is the puzzle of life.
The years are the highways and byways down which trudge our
hurrying feet—
And you and I helplessly tread them as do all the folk in the street.
By morning and noontide and twilight and under the marvelous stars
We march and we plan and we battle, we wound and we garner our
scars,
But whence have we come? Do we answer? And whither with all
do we go?
And what is the gain of a question of something we never may know?
—
"This Solomon ben Yankel is the and cheap at the price, considering
cause of all our misfortunes, curse his that I write them myself, and certify
red hair!" cried the little man excited- that they are correct."
ly. Then, glancing at Brodsky's own "At that I lost my patience. 'There
head-covering, which was of a decided is a poor traveling peddler in town,
auburn tinge, he stopped short in seeking communal relief \ I replied,
confusion. 'and he will make scrolls, tubes and all.
"You see, the prejudice against red for fifty cents apiece. He seeks alms
hair exists even,' where," said the Doc- to take him on his way to Jerusalem,
tor to me. "One where he hopes to
day I shall write a laydown his bones.
treatise explaining From him will I get
its origin. Go on, mxV scrolls.
Mr. Cohen." ".At this, the red-
"This Solomon haired one became
ben Yankel is a purple with ^^Tath.
maker of praying 'Go, then, and buy
shawls, phylacteries, from your travel-
and mezuzoth, as ing peddler, if you
we call the door think his work is
scrolls," said the better thati mine,'
little visitor. "As lie["shouted.
you may know, "Dr. Brodsky, I
these scrolls, upon am naturally a man
which the Ten of quick anger. Had
Commandments are I not reflected I
written in a micro- should have laid him
scopic hand, are en- ^x^^ low with a blow of
closed in hermeti- my But just
fist.
cally sealed glass as Iwas about to
tubes and nailed strike, my good an-
to the tops of the gel whispered in my
doors. I have built ear. 'Hold, Gershon
a new house re- Cohen,' he whis-
cently, and so, wish- pered. 'Art thou
ing to throw busi- GO. THEN. AND BUY FROM YOUR TRAVELLING
PEDDLER," HE SHOUTED
not president of the
ness in the way of synagogue, and the
a member of the congregation. I went most Orthodox in the town? Remem-
to this Solomon ben Yankel and asked ber how slow to anger Moses was. It
him his price and what reduction he would ill become the president of the
would make upon a dozen there — synagogue to use violence upon the
being twelve doors in my home. body of such an one.' So I replied
Three dollars apiece,' he had the im- slowly and scornfully.
pudence to answer. " 'it ill becomes you to disparage
" 'What?' I exclaimed angrily. 'Im- such a holy man,' I replied; 'you, a
pudent one, I can get them for fifty wizard, who are reputed to make use
cents. Moreover, on twelve the re- of enchantments for raising the dead.'
duction must be great.' "He put his flaming head against
" 'There will be no reduction.' an- my own.
swered Solomon ben Yankel. Are you " 'Thou hast spoken rightly, Ger-
the president of the synagogue, and do shon Cohen,' he answered. 'And I
you not know that it is written, "Thou will raise spirits against thee so that
shalt not add to nor diminish one jot thou shalt curse the day thou wert
or tittle from any of my Command- bom.'
ments"? How, then, can I make any "At that I went away and laid the
reduction? I will let you have the matter before the members of the con-
twelve scrolls for thirty-six dollars, gregation. 'Thou shalt have no wizard
22 THE CATS THAT LOOKED AT COHEN
nor necromancer among thy people,' good housewife beset with them in her
said Moses in the Commandments. kitchen!"
So we cast him out until such time as "Do you suspect him of having
he shall repent. Moreover, he was charmed them there from their homes?"
forbidden to make further scrolls or I asked. "Or has he created them?"
phylacteries or prayer shawls. He "The act cf creation is the ultimate
was present while we debated and power of the occult to be acquired,"
walked out laughing, putting us to said Brodsky. "It can only be done
shame. The very next day thieves in the dark, and
for a few moments,
broke into my store and stole two as in rarely authenticated cases at
sacks of potatoes. When I met Solo- seances. No, to create life and send
mon ben Yankel I taxed him with it about its business away from the
working witchcraft upon me in this, creator is practically an impossibility.
and he laughed again. But nobody I strongly suspect we have the work-
would purchase his scrolls or prayer ing of some simple charm such as is
shawls, so by and by he came to ask known to many primitive folk and re-
that we remove the ban, and, when this corded in folklore. Well, this is a
was removed, for lack of evidence in humorous interlude in our investiga-
his repentance, he vowed a speedy tions."
vengeance upon me. Next morning I shuddered involuntarily, remem-
he walked right into my store, bold as bering more gruesome experiments
brass, followedby three cats. which ithad fallen to Dr. Brodsky 's
"His aspect was so terrible that I lot to perform.
dared not molest him, and he walked "Now," he said, "when two medicine
through myhouse, from door to door, men get together the first thing that
laying his hands upon the lintels, and they do is to measure each other up.
smearing his palms against them and I must pay a visit to this Solomon ben
0^
HE FLEW FOR THE CHURCH YARD, HIS LITTLE LEGS TWINKLING OVER THE GROUND
cried the little man. "The scroll morrow before all your congregation.
which I for fifty cents from the
bought Then you will readmit Solomon ben
poor peddler who is now on his way to Yankel to the community. Lastly,
lay his bones in Jerusalem, and the you will purchase from him a dozen
cause of all my calamities." new scrolls at three dollars apiece."
"Gershon Cohen," said Brodsky, "Yes, yes, I will," cried Cohen.
more solemnly still, "how can spirits "But take away the cats."
of evil enter a house where there are "You yourself have brought them
mezuzoth fastened upon the doors?" here, and you alone can remove them,"
The little man stood stock still, his said Brodsky solemnly. "They are the
eyes dilating. sins you have committed; they are
Ivan Brodsky reached up with his sins of avarice. Each cat represents
stick and knocked the tube from its fiftydollars that you have deprived
fastenings. It fell, the glass splintering other men of."
on the floor. Gershon Cohen staggered In spite of his terror Cohen's
back, amazed and horrified at the thoughts wandered. I knew what
sacrilege. he was thinking of. He was estimat-
"See," said Brodsky, taking the ing the value of his sins in terms of
scroll from the broken tube. He held cats at fifty dollars apiece.
it out.In place of the neatly written, "You will go to the front door of
microscopic Hebrew characters was a vour house," continued Brodsky, "and
series of dots and crosses. wait there while I open the door of the
"Gershon Cohen," said Brodsky, bath-room. The cats will run out and
"you are the author of your own follow you. You need have no fear;
troubles, and your avarice has caused they will not hurt you. You will walk
them. You thought to save a few at a steady pace toward the place in
paltr)^ dollars by buying your scrolls the Lutheran cemetery where you
cheap from some wandering peddler. plucked the herbs. There you ^\'ill
Vou might have known no scholar —
burn this scroll" he picked the parch-
capable of writing them would sell ment from the ground and handed it
them at the price he named. More to Cohen
—
"and pronounce the prayer
than that, you have wickedly taken for forgiveness of sins. Then turn
the bread out of the mouth of Solomon round quickly and return home. The
ben Yankel. You have sinned and cats will remain in the churchyard.
you must suffer for it." Comel"
"What shall I do?" cried Cohen He led the trembling man to the
miserably. door of his house and left him there.
"You will confess vour crime to- He opened the bath-room door. In-
"
THE SEA
BY CY WARM AN
If Ihad too much money money that I couldn't use,
,
And with them all lined up there and holding hand to hand,
Their happy faces shining like sunlight on the sand;
Angels would ope their windows (if such a thing might be)
To see so many, sinless, by the sea,
And watch them cool their kick-kicks in the sea.
—
Pack and
Saddle Beyond
Tete Jaune
By D. J. Benham
Illustrated with Photographs
MAXY
ment
years
of
ago
Canada
the Govern-
A^sely in- THAT OLD PfR-TRAIL HAS BEEN THE BIRTHPLACE OF
augurated the policy of es- MANY A TRAGEDY AND MANY AX ADVENTURE
tablishing great national parks pair and find that elixir of life, which
within the Rocky Mountains, thus only benignant nature can impart.
guaranteeing to the nation in perpetu- The mountain regions of Canada may
ity a sense of absolute ownership, and lack the poetic romance and the old
a free, untrammelled access to the world picturesqueness of the Alps, but
Ijeauties of their priceless heritage in their savage, untamed grandeur and
that mighty Alpland wherein little almost illimitable expanses make them
Switzerland, the famous playground unique among the ranges of the world.
of Europe and the delight of moun- Under the park regulations, their soli-
taineers,might be lost. Those vast tudes are safe from the invasion of the
park reserves have been designed to profane and vulgar, their magnificent
become the playgrounds of America — steeps from the raucous grind of the
alluiing resorts for recreation for the cog- rail way, and their virgin forests
}>eople wearied with the strife of the from the axe of the lumberman, which
street and the beaten path of life sers'es the double purpose of preserving
sanctuaries to which those burdened the primeval purity of nature and of
with care or broken in health mav re- assuring a permanent water supply to
—
THE Ll'XL'RY OF A HOI AIH AFIKK THREE HUNDRED MILES IN THE SADDLE IS SOMETHING
PLUNGED IN, ENJOYING A HOT SPRING DIP WHILE
the vast wheat fields of the prairies ever has been found scenery so mag-
which soon must be the bread-basket nificent as to attract the sight-seers of
of the Biitish Empire. the world in ever-increasing numbers,
A priceless asset has thus been vouch- and bring them back again with each
safed to the young Canadian nation recurring season. There, too, has been
an heritage in which there will be a found sufficient scope for the army of
justifiable national pride when it is cosmopolitan mountaineers and the
properly appreciated, and the mag- Alpine Club in their strenuous sport,,
nificent but neglected Canadian Rock- unfolding as it does each year some
ies shall have assumed their proper new wonder, some fresh delight, some
place as foremost among the great added charm.
scenic areas of the world. Beyond this limited area contiguous
The first of these national parks were to the railroad and accessible to civili-
named Rocky Mountain and Yoho, zation, the mountain regions of West-
the former known now around the ern Canada have been practically a
world because of the natural beauties sealed book, unknown and unexplored
tributary to the great sanitorium at except by the nomadic hunters, or the
Banff, and the latter because of the transient prospectors. Now, however,
majestic grandeur of the Selkirks the defiant ranges of the north are
which are upreared within its con- to be pierced through the Athabasca
fines. These two parks, however, in- Valley and the Yellowhead Pass by
clude but a comparatively insignificant two other transcontinental railways,
area of the vast Alpland which is the Grand Trunk Pacific and the Can-
practically an unknown wilderness adian Northern, which run side by side
beyond a narrow strip possibly ten or through that wonderful natural avenue
fifteen miles wide on either side of the of commerce. New tourist areas will
main line of the C. P. R. Here, how- be traversed bv those roads, immense,
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jU MVST experience to understand. like one man OCR PARTY PEELED OFF AND
ABOVE US ON THE MOUNTAIN-PEAKS A SNOW-STORM RAGED
Miette, the grim sentinels who eter- Immense coal deposits were seen in
nally guard the pass. Those grand old this locality,some of the outcroppings
warders can be discerned and recog- showing seams over thirty-five feet
nized from the vers"^ limits of vision thick. Indeed, for a stretch of several
a hundred miles eastward, owing to miles the Riviere de Violon seems to
their peculiar formations. Roche Per- have cut its channel through a veritable
drix is .an outstanding landmark, mountain of coal, though we had no
beckoning on the traveller to the won- means of correctly estimating the depth
ders beyond. In it a long range of or the value of the deposits.
pinnacles, pyramids and peaks ter- In the vicinity of Jasper Lake the
minates abruptly in a sheer precipice commissioner met a party of celebrated
so clean-cut that it might have been English Alpiners, who were returning
split at a single stroke from its fellow from an unsuccessful attempt to scale
on the other side of the valley. Mount Robson. In the party were
Five imposing peaks, bearing the Messrs. Hastings, of Bradford; Amer\-.
picturesque names of the old traders. of the London Times; Priestly, and
Roche Perdrix, Roche Miette, Roche Mumms, the last named gentleman
Ronde, Roche Jacques. Roche Suette. being the famous manufacturer of
and a sixth called Bull Rush, are champagne. They had all spent sev-
ranged in almost a complete semi-circle, eral weeks during the past summer in
enclosing a of valley which
stretch attendance at the annual camp of the
might properly described as an
be Canadian Alpine Club at Lake O'Hara,
amphitheatre, in the centre of which and were also familiar with the Selkirks
reposes Brule Lake, a shallow, treach- and other leading scenic sections of
erous expansion of the Athabasca the mountains further south. Being
River. asked to make a comparison between
When we saw it, all Nature was at the two sections, Mr. Hastings, speak-
rest, and thegoddess of fair\-land ing for his party, said: "There is
reigned supreme. The sun was just really ver}' little ground upon which to
setting, burnishing the mountain tops make a comparison. I regard the
with golden shafts. A few ethereal, Yellowhead countr}- as being far super-
vapory clouds floated lazily in the blue. ior in scenic beauties to anything in bet-
Then as the sombre shades of even- ter-known districts south of the Line.
ing, with their violet haze, crept up to Everj^thing here is on a larger and
the last pinnacle of the gleaming, glit- grander scale. The mountains are
tering snowy helmets of those colossal higher, more majestic, imposing and
guardians of the pass, the softer, sil- rugged; the Athabasca River is more
very sheen of the full autumn moon beautiful than the southern rivers.
stole like a benediction of nature upon In fact, ever}-thing is on a more mag-
her handiwork. nificent scale, for Xature has been lav-
Ten miles south of this point, in a ish in the distribution of an extravag-
secluded little valley of a tributan,- of ance of beauties. I shaU never regret
the Riviere de Violon the park com- nor forget my journey through this
missioner definitely located a series of beautiful pass."
excellent mineral springs, boiling out The valley of the Athabasca here
of a mountain 4,200 feet above sea rivals the famous vale of Avoca; and
level, and 1,200 feet above the sur- we christened it the "Meeting of the
veyed lines of the railways. The water Waters," which is aptly descriptive of
in one cluster of springs which have it. Between Roche Jacques on the
been used by the Indian hunters for south, and Roche Suette away on the
many years has a temperature of 116 north, the Athabasca, like a thread of
degrees Far., or three degrees hotter silver through the green foliage of firs,,
than those of the famous sanatorium winds into Jasper Lake, which lie&
at Banff; while the other set have the embosomed in stretches of forest seem-
remarkable temperature of 125 degrees. ingly at your feet. From a southerly
They are ver}- highly charged with direction, away towards Mount Dal-
mineral properties. housie, and between Miette and Jacques
' ;
the Spoilers again, they were able on its rocky gorges, is known as the Whirl-
this occasion to look "them vittles pool River. In Simpson's Pass the-
full in their disgusting visage and say is a peculiar freak of nature describe-
'sit. there, darn you, and watch us eat thus by the illustrious explorer whosej
real food.' name it bears : "The relative position
'
have hardly a parallel on the earth's mountains, and thus its waters run
surface; for a small lake, appropriately both ways. From the easterly end
known as the 'Committee's Punch the Whirlpool River, as stated already,
Bowl,' sends its tribute from one end surges down across the smiling Buffalo
to the Columbia and from the other to prairies to a junction with the Miette
the Mackenzie." This peculiar lake River, a few miles south-east of Henry
is surrounded by a committee of giant House, where the latter runs down
peaks which are plainly discernible from the height of land in the Yellow-
from Henry House, hence its peculiar head Pass, and there in their junction
name. Its basin lies directly upon the the mighty Athabasca is born.
^^"ight of land in the main divide of the At this interesting point, the railway
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34 BEYOND TETE JAUNE
surveys, which have previously skirted mountaineering parties are being erect-
the north bank of the Athabasca for ed, and everything done to make the
many miles, take an abrupt turn to park interesting and attractive to the
the west into the valley of the Miette, people of Canada, and for the thousands
up the gentle slopes of which they of tourists who will be enticed here
proceed over the great divide about by the beauties of nature.
forty miles beyond; The summit con- Game wardens and fire rangers have
sists of a level stretch of prairie with been appointed and are on the ground,
a decline as gradual as the ascent, so to patrol the park and enforce the
gentle, indeed, that the mystic line regulations. A detachment of mounted
where water runs either to the police has also been sentin to strengthen
Pacific or the Arctic may be crossed the hands of the other officials in
unnoticed. the discharge of their duties, especially
The site of Henry House, owing to in the suppression of poaching by the
its commanding position amidst those half-breed squatters who have already
points of interest, rich Alpine scenery, ruthlessly slaughtered the game.
beautiful surroundings and historical Among the wardens is Mr. Swift, who
connections, may be chosen as the will be an invaluable officer owing to
location for the modern hotel which his knowledge of the park and his great
will be erected in the Park as soon as interest in the wild life of his mountain
possible. It would undoubtedly be a home. The game has been terribly
charming town site. However, old depleted, but as the park is a natural
Jasper House, with its picturesque breeding ground for the mountain
situation on Jasper Lake, audits even sheep and goats, it is confidently ex-
greater historic past, is a rival for this pected that those timid and beautiful
distinction. The commissioner of animals will now rapidly increase.
parks also visited the latter and care- There are also fine herds of elk, moose
fully noted its advantages. Mr. Doug- and caribou in the wooded sections,
las was grievously annoyed to find that w^hile the grizzly, brown and black
the ancient cemetery at Jasper, where- bears also abound.
in repose the remains of many of the The Caledonia valley has a really
traders, trappers and others connected delightful climate, and one surprisingly
with the post in the long ago, had been equable for the latitude of fifty-three
desecrated by ghoulish passers-by, in which it lies. The high ranges on
who had utilized the rude picket the north protect it admiiably from
palisades which had at one time sur- the severe winter winds, to such an
rounded every grave, as kindling for extent, indeed, that at Swift's ranch
their camp fires. He at once decided the cattle and horses range out all
that henceforth the graveyard would winter with excellent fodder. The
be maintained sacred from such un- summer seasons are long and de-
hallowed hands, and that it should be cidedly warm, though never very
restored as far as possible. Even sultry. Wild fruit grows in luscious
though the names of those who are« profusion, and the wild flowers in
sleeping the sleep of eternity out there season are said to be so beautiful and
in the wild, lonely wilderness have long varied in species as to constitute the
since been erased from the wooden valley a veritable paradise for the
tablets, it must always remain a central botanist. It is little short of marvel-
point of interest to those who journey ous how the small wild fruits cluster
through the pass. amidst these dainty flowers which
Mr. Douglas also decided to have a everywhere deck the prairie. x\t the
steamboat placed upon the river, to time" the Government party visited the
run between Brule Lake and the head- valley, they saw at Swift's potatoes,
waters of the Athabasca, linking the which had been sown on May 8th, but
principal points of interest by a pleas- which were still perfectly green on
ant optional route. The work of con- September 24th. The weather then
structing a series of necessary trails is was balmy and summerlike, and the
already begun, huts for the use of writer had the unusual experience ot
—
D. J. BENHAM :5,'>
CHAPTER II.— Continued. woman, and anyone can tell you she'll
rT probably would be just as well take care of the girl. Mrs. Lawson had
to send our provisions that way," planned to go up and open the place
I saidThompson. "They'll get there with her husband, but he's away just
quicker than if they were hauled. now. She'll be glad to get back if
How's the list of stock, Steve?" some men folks are around."
After Brady's list had been over- For a moment the four gazed at each
hauled and numerous deficiencies sup- other. Here was a competitor, it was
plied, including matches, butter, can- true. But a glance at the girl as she
dles and other items he had left out, stood by the door decided them.
oversights for which he warmly pleaded Alone, they knew she could never go
exemption on the ground that he had into the wilderness with safety, and with
—
bought three corkscrews the party newspaper ideas and ways of looking
made ready to start. But it was the at things, they did not care how others
grocer they visited — taking Miss might view the unconventionality of
Westemonde along, as all felt for the the proceeding. Thompson nodded
girl on account of the fact that she now his head and Swanson did likewise.
fully realized the enterprise on which "We'll ask Mrs. Lawson," said
—
she was embarked who furnished an Thompson. Then he turned to the
inspiration. others, for the first time violating his
"If the young lady wants to go newspaper code of ethics.
along," he said in a low tone to the "Boys," he said, a trifle shame-
men, while Miss Westemonde stood facedly, "this is going to be a hard
disconsolately staring out of the door, tussle; one's as likely to get scooped
"why not take Mrs. Lawson, who used as another. Suppose we all work to-
to be housekeeper up at Mr. Brandt's, gether and swap up our stuff?"
with you? The old Indian they left And Brady, with his eyes fixed on
as caretaker of the place got scared and the girl at the door, nodded silenliy,
skipped out. Mrs. Lawson's an honest knowing what he meant.
36
EDWARD B. WATERWORTH
CHAPTER III. "Wasn't there anything around to
Mrs. L-\wsox, a woman of fifty, show what did the killing?" asked
with a generous figure, smiling face, Brady eagerly.
and hair streaked with grey, readily "Well," responded the storekeeper,
agreed to take up her part of the passing his hand slowly over his fore-
mission when Thompson finally locat- head in perplexity, "I can't say there
ed her at the house of a relative on was. There was some marks in the
the edge of town. sand near where one body was found,
"Why, I'll be glad to go up with the but they didn't show nothin'. No
young lady," she exclaimed. "You one could tell what they were."
know, I was housekeeper at the place "What did they look like?" de-
just before my son was taken sick. manded Brady.
My husband's up with him now, at "I can't say, myself," was the an-
Minitawa. The boy's coming around swer, "for I've never seen 'em. But
all right though, and I didn't want to they tell me they look more like the
go up there among those Indians and marks of a big dog's foot than any-
in that wild district all alone. Old thing else. Besides," he continued,
Joe Respey, who was supposed to be "when Mrs. Brandt left the place she
caretaker there, got this same fright in was in hysterics. She kept sayin"
him that the breeds have, and I hed,r somethin' about the thing that limps.
he's left the place just as it stands. She said she saw it from her window.
He had a cottage near the house. I didn't exactly catch what it was she
Now, I'm thinking that we owe it to saw, but it must have been somethin'."
Mr. Brandt to see his property's looked "The thing that limps," repeated
after, even if a lot of drunken breeds Brady to himself, as he walked slowly
do go about talking nonsense." back to the hotel, "and there's an item
It was Brady, however, who, while in the encyclopaedia about the thing
Thompson was arranging details with that 'hirples on one foot!' "
Mrs. Lawson and settling on the terms There was little delay in making ar-
of pay, learned another piece of news. rangements for the final journey. Nora
He had stepped into a hardware store Westemonde. accepting the new con-
to replenish his stock of cartridges, ditions with alacrity, was provided
and the proprietor had taken a keen with a horse from the same stable at
interest in his mission. which the men had secured their team.
"There's too much testimony comin' Moreover, it was decided that two
in for this to be idle talk," he said, as horses should be taken along as sad-
he wrapped up the three packages of dlers for the men. The big grav
38's Brady had bought, "and I don't horses finally fastened behind their
know what to make of it. There's vehicle clearly showed by the collar
no doubt about these Indians being marks on their shoulders that they
scared. They beHeve firmly that it's had been in harness during the sum-
a ghost or something. But the fact mer. But the animal provided for
is that one of my cousins came in yes- Nora was a neat looking bay Canadian
terday and is goin' to stop with 'my horse, small in build, but tough and wir\-.
vife. She lives up that way and can't "He'll go all day under light weight'"
tand the talk. She hasn't seen any- the livery man remarked as he at-
"hing, but you can't blame a woman, tached him beside the other horses.
'r a man either, for gettin' nervous Brady had providently placed a few
way out in the woods there. Now bottles of beer, carefully iced in a small
she's told me somethin' that seems tub, in the rear of the vehicle. Mrs.
funny. Each of these Indians found Lawson 's report showed that there was
dead had a little hole just on the plenty of food for the horses at Brandt's
side of his neck— that was all, except establishment. And she also made one
marks on the throat—and even the remark which was noted.
doctors can't say where those marks "If you want to ship the bottled
came from. My cousin saw the bodies." goods Mr. Brady has got in a Mackinaw
—
38 THE SCARLET STRAND
boat with two breeds in charge," she "Don't know," was his reply to al-
said, "you'd better bid them good-bye. most all questions.
You won't see the goods or the breeds Brady, finding it impossible to get
or the boat either, again. The minute any information from the man, shrugged
they get around the point those breeds his shoulders and turned his attention
will go after the cases, right away." to the others in the party.
"You're right, Mrs. Lawson," agreed "From what I hear," remarked Nora
Brady cheerfully. "I can believe that. Westemonde in some perplexity, "I
What's the matter with one of us going can't tell whether this is supposed to be
up with the boat?" a werewolf or a vampire. All the ac-
This seemed the way to solve the counts say it looks like a werewolf
problem, and Swanson was picked to whatever that is. But the fact that
make the trip. His blue eyes grew the jugular vein has been pierced in
dreamy with faraway thoughts. each of the cases of those Indians who
"Years ago," he said, "I can remem- were found dead makes it seem more
ber the boats we used across the water. like the vampire theory."
And I've always been fond of sailing. "What was the vampire idea?"
Sure, I'll go." asked Brady.
So when the party had driven slowly "Oh, it was another of those old-
up the back bluff of the town, they world superstitions," answered Nora;
gazed out on the bay and lake before "it was supposed to be. a dead person,
them to see the little Mackinaw schoon- whose soul was lost, and who came
er, with their provisions and Swanson back to earth from the grave preying
aboard, slowly rounding the point on the blood of living human beings.
under "the management of the two The general idea was that it was a corpse
breeds. The driver stopped his horses that came back to life after nightfall."
for a minute to give them a breathing "This is getting interesting," said
spell, and glanced casually around at Brady thoughtfully. "We'll all be
his passengers. His Indian blood vampire editors of our respective papers
showed strongly in his dusky skin and when we get back, I guess. We'll be
high cheekbones. In the long vehicle, expert at the game. But there's one
built with three seats, Mrs. Lawson, point the storekeeper mentioned to me
stout and comfortable, occupied the that seems to cut some figure. That
rear with her belongings piled about is, it looks as if there might be some land
her and Nora by her side. In the grabbing scheme up here. He said
middle seat was Thompson, critically many of the Indians were so scared that
interested in the surroundings at which they have left their homesteads and
he gazed through his glasses, with are willing to sell them for practically
Emmett languidly smoking cigarettes nothing."
beside him. Brady occupied the seat The driver turned slowly in his seat.
beside the driver. "They don't commit murder just
"You've got a long drive," remarked for that," he said, "and besides, the
their Jehu, as he glanced at his watch, only person who's bought any land in
"and you'Ve got a hard deal ahead of the last year is a Chinaman."
you. I don't know what it is —
but "A Chinaman?" repeated Brady in
there's somethin' up here we don't surprise.
know about." The driver nodded.
"We'll get to the Brandt home early "He got his place last year, long before
to-night," remarked Nora. these things started," he said, "and
"An' I'll be gettin' on the back trail he's never tried to buy more. He's
as quick as I can," interposed the driver. just got a little farm and a fellow with
Brady, with the idea of arriving at him helps him to work it. Those
the root of the superstition which Chinese sure do put in work, though.
evidently affected the man, questioned Their fields look as if a dozen men were
him to no avail. He relapsed into the out there. But he's never tried to
stplid indifference of the half-breed at buy an}^ more land. They tell me he's a
once and merelv shook his head. quiet enough fellow who never disturbs
I
; —
EDWARD B. WATERWORTH ;j«j
situation before them. All along the his horses with the whip, drove on
road, as they kept drawing near to the toward their destination.
half-breed villages, they met little
groups of breeds slowly plodding to-
CHAPTER IV.
wards Iroquois and civilization with It was late that afternoon when the |
their scanty possessions on their backs. driver fpulled his team to a walk, and
The doors of squalid little cabins. turned through the gate to the bi.i
—
EDWARD B. WATERWORTH 41
estate owned by Brandt. For the last stopped, she used the double action of
mile they had been driving through the revolver and a shower of spray
row after row of young trees, planted flashed about the target until the last
thickly on either side of the road, shot, when a tiny bit of bark, whirling
which the driver briefly explained were in the air, proclaimed it had been hit.
the forestry nurseries of the owner. "Good work," shouted Brady, not-
"He's been importing some of the ing the make of the arm with approval.
foreign kinds of trees," he said, "and "Even if it's small, Nora, you're sure
he's going to try them out on soil like poison with that little gun. You can
they used to grow in across the water." take care of yourself, I reckon. And
Nora Westemonde, gazing at the if you run across the werewolf, he'll
dense mass of shrubbery presented by think the biggest kind of fleas live up
the young trees, most of which still here in the^e woods if you get to pump-
kept their leaves in spite of the late- ing lead at him."
ness of the year, turned to Thompson "I don't need to be taught shoot-
with a half- whispered comment. ing," said Nora. "I've been to the
"Doesn't it look desperately dis- Gun Club meets too many times. I
mal?" she asked. "We've brought the worked on the police range, too, and
breath of the Black Forest over here Sergeant Horrigan taught me how to
with those trees. Do you recall the shoot fairly well. Charley Driver
legends about the Forest we read as —
you know him, Steve lent me that
children? And now, in a civilized age, revolver of his. I bought this one
we've found the same old superstition before I came up here."
over here." —
"Well, we're all loaded for bear or
Brady broke in promptly. wolves," said Brady cheerfully. "But
"I'll teach you to use a gun, all that must be the house before us. I
right," he said. reckon we'll have to wait for Swanson
They were driving near the edge of to get here."
the bluff as he spoke, and Nora But he miscalculated the powers of
smiled slightly. a Mackinaw boat under a high wind.
"Do your horses shy?" she asked the Long before they reached the drive,
driver, who had commenced to urge which led to the front of the mansion,
them on. they could see Swanson below them on
"No," responded the man curtly. the stone breakwater. He was super-
The girl opened the little handbag vising the unloading of the boat, and
which hung at her belt and produced Brady smiled with approval at the
a light .22 calibre revolver, with pearl sight.
handle and ornamental gold mono- It was only a journey of half a mile
gram on the stock. more before they reached the main
"It's a small calibre," she said drive. The party glanced around with
quietly, "but it's a good make. See curiosity, inspecting the premises
that log down there in the lake ? How which were to be their quarters for
far is it from here, Mr. Thompson?" the time. All around the place was
"About fifty yards. I should say," evidence of the hurried fashion in
he responded. Avhich the caretakers had left, and Mrs.
"That's the distance at which the Lawson snorted indignantly as she
national revolver championship is de- looked at the grounds. Before them
eded over an eight-inch bullseye," was an immense cottage, evidently
he remarked. "The end of that log containing at least twenty rooms, but
- about twelve inches across. Now built, like most cottages of the "re-
'
atch." sorters," of wood. The rear and side
She raised the little weapon and windows, that could be seen on their
red, the driver pulling up for an in- approach, were closed with the heavy
-ant. In spite of the motion of the wooden shutters used to protect the
chicle, her shot struck the water glass in winter. But the housekeeper
'
ithin a few inches of the log. Taking gave a shriek of indignation when she
r.T..
careful aim when the vehicle had saw one large, heavily boarded piece
_
1
KDY S DARK BROWS CONTRACTED AS HE NOTED THE AIR OF PROPRIETORSHII>
WITH WHICH SWANSOX TIRNEI) NORA's MUSIC
44 THE SCARLET STRAND
its veneer, stood silent under the gal- with a broad smile on his face, "but 1
lery. At one side, a small dining- can't get those Indians to stick."
room led to a passage into the nether "What's become of our driver?"
regions of the house. asked Emmett in perplexity.
"The kitchen's back there," said In fact, the man was nowhere to be
Mrs. Lawson, with an air of proprietor- seen. Only in the still air of the place
ship. "Mr. Brandt wanted it as far the faint gritting of the wheels through
away from the main room as possible. the sand could be heard as he hurriedly
You see how this house is built. It's departed down the grove of young
like a sort of horseshoe. " maples. Their saddle horses were tied
Although her description was vague, to a tree and Thompson walked over
the others understood. From either to care for them.
side of the house two wings extended "I reckon he's going back to that
back into what seemed to be the gar- place he spoke of," said Emmett;
dens of the establishment, projecting "but after driving thirty miles he
directly behind the structure. The ought to give those horses a rest. He
front room practically filled the entire says he's got to go back ten miles."
lower portion of the house which Swanson, who had just climbed the
fronted the lake. And the view from bluff again with the last sack of pro-
the window was so magnificent that visions over his shoulder, silently
even the quiet Emmett whistled. pointed to the lake. The Mackinaw
"It's the greatest I ever saw," he boat was sailing away from the break-
said simply. water, the half-breed boatmen draw-
"Wait till we take some of these ing up the jib and putting on all sail.
shutters off and I'll get the close air out "They wouldn't even stay for a little
of here and the place redded up," tip," he said, "and 1' offered them a
said Mrs. 'Lawson, stirring busily about drink, thinking they'd like it after their
the place with the outraged dignity of work. They got me up here in great
he housekeeper who had found things shape."
in chaotic condition, "I'll show you "Refused a drink?" said Brady, who
how much better it can look." had come carefully up the steps with
"It's beautiful now," said Nora. a wooden case of small bottles in both
Thompson, who had been peering arms.
through his spectacles at the book- There was no reply. But he set
cases let into the walls, their leaded the case down carefully and looked
Gothic windows in perfect keeping out over the lake, voicing the thought,
with the general atmosphere of the that was in everyone's mind.
room, under whose ceiling antique "There's something in this story,
lamps depended from every beam, after all," he said, "for I know breeds."
nodded in genuine enthusiasm. Beyond nods of agreement no sign
"Here's one of the best illustrated was given by the others. But all set
and typographically most perfect edi- to work with a will to make the place
tions of Shakespeare ever put out," fit for their use.
"
he said. "Why, that set's worth "There's no use taking off the upper
He was interrupted by the noisy shutters," announced Mrs. Lawson,
advent of Brady and Swanson, each "unless you want to use the rooms.
aided by a stalwart breed, carrying a I'll do all the cooking back here in the
case of beer, which was slammed down kitchen, and I reckon y,ou ain't par-
on the porch and another trip made ticular where it's served. You might
for a second relay. The Norse blood eat just there. I was thinkin' of takin'
in[ Swanson was showing. The battle the two adjoining rooms upstairs for
against the waves, as the speedy . the young .lady and myself. You
Mackinaw had slipped through the lake, gentlemen can sleep down here. But I
had brought color into his cheek and don't see no use in takin' down all the
the twang of the air was in his blood. shutters if you're goin' to leave in^a
"I'm pleased with this assignment," few days, maybe."
he said, his blue eyes sparkling and "It's all in vour hands, Mrs. Law-
EDWARD B. WATERWORTH 45
The Miracle of
The Flame
By Barbara Ballantine
Illustrated by F. D. Schwalm
USH,
B
Ha b
little
pig-
eon!
y-b oy
Michael will have red hats and gold
rings and much to eat, and perhaps
Vadder will grow many good crops and
some day you will go on the school at
Winnipeg. Perhaps, little Bertha, you
Michael still will be rich lady, or perhaps not; but
sleeps! always you will be free."
warned Tekla, But little Bertha's eyes were turned
as four-year from the story and out of the window.
old Berth a Tekla tickled the little one's shoulder
ran across the playfully, and she turned laughing.
floor of the " See, Muvver, see IThe big dark
spotless little comes."
kitchen. Leaning over, Tekla followed the
" Mother will little girl's eyes. Dark and ominous, a
wash the dish- bank of black covered the western sky,
es and Bertha and before it ran golden flames crawling
shall wipe upon the ground. It was the dreaded
them like a prairie fire, the terror of the farmer, and
great big girl." Stefan was far away in the oat-field, not
They had just finished their dinner, to be back for hours. With a cry
and as Tekla cleared away the few- Tekla leaped to the basket and snatched
dishes, she glanced about the neat little up her baby boy.
" Come, Bertha, my baby, we must
sod house and thought happily of the
good luck that had followed her and her run. The big fire comes to catch us.
man, Stefan, since they had left far Quick! Be Mother's brave girl We
Ruthenia and come to Canada, where must run to father."
no man was oppressed. Only two Desperately she clasped little Michael
years had passed since they had taken to her breast, and holding Bertha's
up their homestead, yet here already hand, ran across the brown grass to-
was this fine house, the busy clock w^ards the distant oat-field. But the
ticking merrily on the wall, the array fire was swifter than the little stumbling
of scoured pots and pans, the> gay feet, and looking back Tekla saw its
geraniums potted on the window-sill, hungry gaining. Then it was that she
and, peacefully asleep in the clothes- cried aloud, in a hoarse raucous voice
basket beside the stove, Baby-boy of fear,
"
Michael, the pride of Tekla's mother-
! '
Stefan Stefan
! Stefan
!
nearer, nearer. She ran faster, until Michael in her heavy shawls, and stood
little Bertha, stumbling over a stone, waiting, facing the blinding flame.
fell and sobbingly begged to be carried. She had not long to stand. With a
No, no, loved one, no1 Mother must roar, it was upon her. Gasping, she
carry baby. See, she cannot carry two rushed headlong into it, throwing
babies. We must run to father." herself upon the ground, and sheltering
But Bertha could run no longer, and the trembling children with her strong
Tekla, straining a double weight to her young body. With an exulting bound
frightened breast, staggered on. Once the flame passed over them, and rushed
she paused and looked back. She on, across the prairie.
could not see the house now for the
smoke, and she felt the hot breath of Across the blackened plain came a
the flame. Sobbing, she stumbled on. haggard, muttering man, crazed with
At last her strength was spent. terror, upon his ^\^fe and his
cr^'ing
"I cannot go on! I cannot!" she children,and stumbled over a heap of
cried aloud. ''Oh, God in Heaven, smouldering rags. With breathless
pity me and save my babies! Help horror he recognized the still form of
me! oh, help me!" Tekla, huddled in a blackened heap.
And then a thought flashed through He knelt beside her, shuddering and
her mind. One chance remained. If calling to her in his native tongue.
she could gather her babies under her His only answer was a faint, low wail
petticoats, and then when the fire was that came from beneath her body, and
upon her leap back into and through it, Stefan tore at the bundled clothes with
she would perhaps be burnt, but surely maddened hands. There lay the un-
the good God would perform a miracle conscious, but breathing form of little
and let her save her little ones. Bertha^ but the baby looked up and
Full of faith and strength, she smiled.
snatched off her heavy skirts and rolled Tekla's miracle had happened — the.-
little Bertha tightly in them, wrapped miracle of the flame.
RECOGNITION
BY SARA HAMILTON BIRCHALL
SAW him with familiar, stranger face.
I The grave and absent brow, the seeking eyes,
That looked too sad for sorrow, gazing out
In wistful search across the roaring town
As if he saw the mountains' purple line
Where he had played and dreamed his golden days.
I think he found a slim wood-spirit couched
Among the frail white sorrel in the moss,
And followed her wan beckoning through the pines
To lose his soul in seeking. Still he harks
To hear her footsteps in his silent heart
Peopled with her remembrance, and he speaks
Half -hushed that he may hear, and wistfully
Pauses between his words, and looks again
To see her moving through the fragrant aisles.
EDITORIAL NOTE.— When Mr. Croasdell was
preparing his
series of three articles on ''Money-mad Farming,'' which this is
of
the second, he wrote us: ''Proper seed selection shotdd be general,
but it — ain't. A good article could be wrapped around seed selec-
tion amd proper preparation of the seed bed. You know we told
the farmers in the first article that they could increase their crop to
three times the average by attention
to these two points. If they'd
select their seed and prepare
seed bed they'd simply smell o'
their
money come harvest-moon." We
wrote in reply: "It's just be-
cause proper seed selection isn't general that we want to tell the
farmer about it. Why not make one of the articles on precisely
this subject?" The following article is the result. What Mr.
Croasdell has to say is its own proof.
WASN'T from
Brandon; and he looked like a
very far
IT but I've prayed every day since I
typical Western farmer:
met him that he was an abnormal species, peculiar to his
own poor pinched-looking quarter. He was about to haul
away the last load of the season's crop to the elevator.
"And what you do with these tailings?"
'11 I asked him.
" Oh, seed and feed," said he.
I looked for the words to choke him.
"Seed?" I questioned, thinking perhaps I'd mis-heard him,
and ready to apologize for the offence.
"Yep, seed. Coming?" was his laconic reply.
I drove with him to the elevator. I gathered that he had
been offered a chance to sell out and was thinking seriously about
doing it. Crops hadn* t been any too good the last couple of
48
years, and he reckoned he'd do better up in one of the new districts.
He blamed ever}" blessed thing under the sun for the depreciation
in his cropsbut the seed and his own methods of cultivation. I com-
menced to enlarge upon the necessity of seed- selection and the
proper preparation of the seed bed but I guess he was thinking of
;
50 MONEY-MAD FARMING
The whole country is up in arms farmer's family cat; it is blamed for
against the increased cost of living. everything.
On whom do you put the blame? I —
Good farming ^and by that I mean
put it up to the farmer. The cost of an intelligent application of the scien-
living is a reflection of the cost of bread, tific that the Government
principles
and the cost of bread depends upon the Experimental Stations and Agricul-
supply of wheat and the supply of tural Colleges are daily expounding for
wheat depends more than you think —
your benefit ^will, to a remarkable
upon the vitality and plumpness of the extent, overcome the most adverse
seed from whence it springs. And the conditions. If you plowed properly
vitality and plumpness of the seed is up last fall; have kept your farm clean;
to the farmer. How about the wea- have sown good strong seed and have ;
are always more than fully realized. put in all this extra work," I asked him,
I asked him about seed, and he took me thinking of the many excuses I'd heard
over to his seed-bin. It was a five-acre from other men about the rush of the
plot sown to seed that he had selected season.
from the best of his last year's produc- "Well, son," said he, "I guess I'm a
tion. I asked him where the original bit of a crank about seeds, and maybe
seed stock had been bred, although I I didn't notice it. But I reckon I work
had already made a pretty near guess. my land 'bout as good as any other man
" Four years ago," said he, "I started 'round here, and even at that I man-
in to secure a strain that'd just suit this aged to do this field work without losing
particular locality. I had sixty acres any flesh."
under Red Fife and I selected the I knew a little about the theory of
parent stock right from the field. I seed selection, but this was my first
spent a few hours each week in the field introduction to the practical end of it.
and staked out each plant showing We sat up late into the night while he
large heads well filled and which looked expounded the principles of his practice
likely to mature early. I was pretty
fortunate in my selection, and each — —
and the following morning it was a
Sabbath, I remember ^he top-dressed
plant that I'd staked out matured at the evening's lecture with a field
—
the same time three days earlier than demonstration.
the general crop. I'd been looking for Here is the Swan River man's gospel
larger kernels than the ordinary and and may work out your agricultural
it
wouldn't take anything that didn't salvation. Every locahty has its dis-
come up to what I thought was about tinguishing peculiarities. Each farmer
right. As it was I got over a bushel of must strive for a solution of his own
seed from that bunch and I threshed it particular problem. He must evolve a
REX CROASDELL 51
Ienlarged[upon[the[necessity of seed[.selec-
TION AND THE| PROPER PREPARATION OF THE
seedbed; but i[guess|,he was thinking of the
DEAL HE^WAS GOING ToImAKE
seed which will just fit conditions on will send you a small
has any available,
his own land. The method is simple sample of absolutely pure seed upon
and there is ven' little additional labor which to start. Whether you get it
to it. There is bound to be some little from the Government, or get it from
experimentation, but the Government some member of the Canadian Seed
will gladly help with that. There is at Growers' Association, you must start
least one experiment station in your the seed plat with absolutely pure seed.
Province. Write to the Superintend- Remember, you are working for the
ent of the place nearest to you. Give evolution of a seed which vnll exactly
him the fullest details of your local fit the peculiar conditions of your own
conditions that you can scrape together farm. This can be accomplished it is ;
and tell him that you are a pure seed no new-fangled notion of a hair-brained
convert looking for new light. The visionary. It has been proved possible
Superintendent will advise you as to by countless experiments continued for
the best standard variety for you to very many years. And the work is easy,
base your selection work on, and, if he costing very little time and less money.
52 MONEY-MAD FARMING
others. Selection calls for judgment, out with a definite idea of what
but don't let your judgment be you wish to accomplish, then sail
of the vacillating variety, hopping ahead and accomplish it. You will
first from one to the other. Start find it easy.
' '
term "strain" as applied in this sense The Field Husbandry Department of the
means a special sub-division of one of Manitoba Agricultural College has been]
analyzing for weed seeds, and testing for]
the many standard varieties of cereals.
germination, samples of seed grain sent in]
The establishing of a particular strain by farmers and seed merchants. Up to date]
through field selection calls for rather over seventy-five samples have been ana-|
close work. On your periodical in- lyzed and many of these have been found toj
contain such a large amount of noxious'
spections of the seed plat, look for the
weeds that the grain is considered unfit for]
special plant manifesting in a marked seed purposes. A
large number of thesel
degree those qualities you wish to in- samples are from grain that has been shipped]
corporate in your ideal seed. If you in from outside points, and consequently]
want early maturity, larger kernels, some of the weed seeds are new to the]
Province. One sample of oats, received
harder grain, and larger heads, maybe, from a consignment shipped to a town in]
look for the plant showing unmistak- Central Manitoba, was found to contain the]
able signs of all these. In nearly every following noxious seeds in one ounce of]
field of grain or seed plat there will grain: —
2 wild oats, 3 stink-weed, 2 Canada
thistle, 6 ball mustard, 6 American dragon-
appear at least one plant showing head, 47 wild buckwheat, 9 pepper grass,
marked adaptability to the peculiar 22 lamb's quarter, 50 pig weed and 5 wild]
local conditions. Mark this plant, and sunflowers, besides 13 kernels of barley andi
concentrate upon the propagation of 9 of wheat. While this is possibly one of I
REX CROASDELL 53
as the resulting seed is introduced into your Granny it's a "new-fangled no-
the general crop, your fields will be the tion.
show place of your locality, and your But age isn't always the surest test
bank balance will be the enw of all of the practical use of any "notion."
your neighbors. —
There is one old-fangled notion it was
This seed selection business sounds first advanced by Columella shortly
mighty formidable. " It'll cost too after the Christian era —
that has cost
much time," I can hear a lot of you say. the farmer many thousands of dollars
" And it's like all the other new-fangled and has resulted only in the fattening
notions," a few of the doty ones of the farmer's exploiters. This is a
among you will croak. Time? You slap at the old mistaken theon,' that the
can seed the seed plat in a few minutes importation of new seed from a foreign
about six hours spread between July country or far-off locality is desirable
and September is all the time you need when diminished yields apparently
to devote to the field work of selection point to the "running out" of the local
and the hand-threshing and final selec- grown seed. It is a fanciful theor\^ and
tion is done when most of you are look- the danger of it lies in the fact that it
ing around for some club to kill time sounds good. But the idea is only
with. As to the new-fangledness of sound in the cymbal sense of the word.
the notion — it's older than Christianity. Any noise rings true to a certain class of
The Romans advocated seed selection farmer as long as it puts the blame of
to improve the strains of vrheat; and diminishing vields upon any other cause
your Old Testament promulgates than his own, lazy, slip-shod methods
the principles of selection. Go tell of cultivation.
54 MONEY-MAD FARMING
and you will find that locally developed ahsolutely adapted to your own farm
seed is the most reliable always. The — lands.
importation of seed, contrary to being But don't overlook cultivation.
beneficial, is in most cases positively Good, strong and pure seed is half the
dangerous. Most of the
vv^eed-evils battle; proper cultivation and pure
and plant diseases affecting this coun- seed puts the enemy to rout and will
try were imported along with foreign establish you in the kingdom of pros-
seed. Is it worth the risk? The mass perity. !Vo one can lay down a definite
of evidence sup- svstetn of culti-
porting this fact vation to fit the
would fill several peculiar needs of
volumes. You every locality.
can get a library The principles of
full of authentic proper agricul-
records by writ- ture are general
ing to Ottawa if and must be
you are at all known to you
incredulous. But the proper appli-
mark this jact cation of those
well — ^the theory principles best
that imported fitted for your in-
seed is better dividual need are
than that grown easy to learn.
locally under Wake up to the
proper conditions oppcrtunities for
— is pure piffle advancem ent
of the first water, that are being of-
and is based on fered daily with-
opinion only, not out cost by the
upon well ascer- difTerent organi-
tained facts. zations through-
If you must out your own
buy seed, and Province. Get the
unless you have habit of using the
been making machinery that
some kind of in- the Government
telligent s e ] e c -
provides freely
tion heretofore for you through
that course i s I SPENT A FEW HOURS EACH WEEK IN THE FIELD AND
its Department
desirable, see to STAKED OUT EACH PLANT SHOWING LARGE, WELL-FILLED o f Agriculture
HEADS THAT LOOKED LIKELY TO MATURE EARLY"
it that you and Experimen-
purchase seed from a reliable source. tal Farms. Write to the Minister of
The Secretary of the Canadian f^eed this Department in your Province
Growers' Association at Ottawa will and, if you'll follow one-quarter the de-
give you the name and address of some tailed expert advice that you get you'll
enlightened seed-grower somewhere have the banner farm of the township.
near yotir own locality who can '"u-'nish And just so's to fix it in your memory
you with pure seed grown locally. Start while you still have your slippers on,
right, with the "variety" most nearly take down the Good Book and look
adapted to your own farm, and work over the sixth verse of the ninth
towards selecting and establisliing a chapter of the second letter Paul wrote
"strain" of that varietv which is to the Corinthians.
: - —
ON THE
FORESHORE
BY^ GEORGE F. CLARKE
COFTLY, gently, blowwind,
little
^ Sweet with the the sea,
salt of l^\
One little kiss to the man I love
And one little kiss for thee — {)
S)
,/:/
My Dear Conductor
By Mary M. Finn
Illustrated by Gertrude Spaller
MARY M. FINN 57
Anita's best monogram stationery and your pretty head (the darling, my pretty
head!) further about the matter.
sent it in care of the Street Railway Co. Respectfully yours,
I said in the note LoRiMER Stanley.
My Dear Conductor: Lorimer ! My Lorrie What a pretty
!
afternoon when I went into her room to almost a young lady. Elmira Jones is
borrow her turquoise matrix pin I two months younger than me, and her
found her crying over an old dance mother lets her wear her hair on top of
programme, with her eyes red and her her head sometimes, and her best dress
nose all swelled up. I'd have sym- is quite long.
pathized with her if she'd given me a With a clean pocket handkerchief
chance, for I was just crazy to know and my nose glued to the window, at
whether or not her heart was really five-thirty sharp I saw Lorrie glide by.
broken, or if it was just another fuss He was not in his uniform and looked
with some of what Ned calls her " regu- very swell. I waved and he bowed.
lar trailers," but she flew up and The next afternoon I had Elmira up
stuffed the programme into her dress to see him. She hid herself in the
and gave me particular fits for snoop- draperies so he couldn't see her. When
ing. So I was calm, but dignified, and he came in sight, I told Elmira to look.
departed after telling her that her face Everything sort of happened at once.
looked like a plate of tomato soup. My sister, Anita, who must have been
But now I think I understand. If at a window beneath, and have seen
Lorrie should disappoint me, I should him raise his hat to me, thrust her head
feel just like Anita. Though I hope I out and called to him. I nearly fainted
should have the strength of character into Elmira's arms. She said in an
to keep my sorrow hidden from the awe-struck tone, " He's crossed the
world. streets and is coming in". Well, we
Anyway, I could hardly wait until heard voices down stairs and then
study-hall to tell Elmira about Lorrie. silence. Elmira staid as long as she
I felt that I must have someone to con- could to comfort and to see what would
fide in, and I was just obliged to leak it happen next. Finally she simply had
out to her. It was too much for one to go home and I went down to supper
young mind like mine. To my sur- feeling like a limp rag.
prise, she seemed to divine my feelings, To my surprise, when I reached the
and oh! didn't she envy me. I showed dining-room, there he was! He bowed
her my note from Lorrie, and she was and I blushed. He was very friendly
simply wild about the way he crossed to all the family and seemed to have
his t's, and I was going to ask her to met them before. Anita was making
come over and help me watch for Lorrie goo-goos at him and seemed sort of
that evening, but just then Miss Dun- joyous. Brother Ned said all of a
combe moved my seat for whispering, sudden:
and I couldn't discuss it any more. " Father, you ought to congratulate
You can imagine the state of turmoil Hollister, he's just got into our frat.
my heart was in for the rest of the day. Had to go on the cars as a regular con-
I know I translated "steamer trunk" ductor for a week and do various other
into "mal de mer" in French composi- difficult stunts."
tion class, and Mademoiselle said that I swallowed the wrong way, sort of
I was utterly impossible, and wrung her choked and mother sent me out of the
hands. But then she's always wring- room. I lingered near the door and, to
ing her hands about something, so it put it inelegantly, "rubbered". At
might just as well be me. last I heard father say, "So Anita and
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MARY M. FIXX 59
you have made
up, have you? I
thought you were
never going to re-
cover ji_from this
last mad, Anita."
V/'We certainly
have, sir," as-
serted the deceit-
ful Lorrie. "I
was passing, and
while ^bowing to
your youngest
daughter in an
'
upper window
"To Queery?"
put in father. " I
didn't know you
and she were
pals."
"Oh, yes. I'm
her dear conduc-
tor," I heard the
wretch say. You
can imagine how
I felt. I could
j u s't hear the
blushes crackle
up and down my
back, and if I
could have done
it, I'd have throt-
suaded him to follow me to the home- I had to haul thirty miles from town.
stead if I had not brought my old regi- Before the first snow flew my house
mental tunic along, and worn it at inter- and stable were finished, I had dug a
vals to satisfy his doggish mind. For good well, broken ten acres, and had a
weeks after we settled down he moped, liberal supply of firewood on hand. A
only reviving at any slight indication team of horses, together -wdth a couple
that I might be going to take the trail of heifers, comprised my Uve stock.
out. Then, such a tail- wagging, such Jim was my society.
agonized whines and yaps, such yanks My firstwinter on the homestead
at my trouser-legs, such coaxing run- was a very mild one. Snow did not
nings ahead on the track and barked fall to any extent until Christmas. I
invitations to quit this foolishness and had some weeks' excellent shooting,
go back where he considered we both and there was a good supply of ducks
belonged. But I was obdurate, and and other game frozen in my meat
at last, finding that I had no intention box, which, together Avith a moose I
of quitting, Jim became reconciled to had killed after the first snow, was
exile. For a long time, though, he sufficient to last until the thaw came
seemed to miss the sound of the bugle in the spring. After snow-fall I de-
more than anything else; and each voted my attention to trapping and
day, about the hours of "reveille" and fishing. I had a line of traps through
"retreat," poor Jim would squat on the woods about five miles from my
61"
62 MY PARTNER JIM
shack, where I managed to capture and hauls fire-wood to the nearest town
some valuable furs. I also collected or hay to the lumber camps, where he
many musk-rats, which were worth will always find a ready sale. Railroad
about twenty-five cents a skin, and ties demand, and pro-
are also in great
had not only enough fish for my own vide very remunerative employment
use, but sold nearly a hundred boxes for those who are not afraid to work.
during the winter to an exporter who A permit, of course, has to be got from
came out from town and bought my the Government for cutting timber for
entire catch for spot cash. any purpose, and certain small dues
Winter fishing on Trout Lake, about have to be paid, except when the
ten miles from my homestead, is not a lumber is cut on the homesteader's
very sportsmanlike occupation. You own land. This can be secured at the
simply stick up a tent on the ice, cut nearest land office.
a hole and shove in a net. The fish There is a mistaken idea that the
come readily to this ventilator, are land in the bush country is unfit for
caught in the net and either dragged cultivation. Where the lumber com-
out of the water by a pair of paddles panies have their limits, those miles
resembling snow-shoes or pulled out upon miles of spruce and jack-pine, the
by hand and thrown on the ice, where land, of course, is not suitable for
they soon freeze solid. This latter farming, but in many districts where —
mode is far from pleasant, as anyone my homestead is situated, for instance
who has tried it will testify. — there are hundreds of quarter sec-
Betweenfur and fish I realized a nice tions of as good land as any in the
little sum for mywinter's work, and west. Poplar is the only timber handy
was able, when I went to town in the but five or six miles in any direction
spring, to lay in supplies to last me all took me to the lumber country. I
summer and greatly to increase my had over one hundred acres of as good
stock of cattle and implements. I farming land as I could wish, the re-
not only cropped the ten acres I had mainder being hay and poplar bluff,
previously broken, but broke and and during my second year I wanted
disked ten acres more that summer, to break all I could so that during the
besides putting up a new log stable next season I would be able to raise a
large enough to accommodate two good crop of oats, for which I knew I
teams and tne head of cattle. It was should find a ready market at the lum-
while engaged on this building that ber camps.
I met with the accident that, but for As before mentioned I wanted, also,,
the intelligence of Jim, must have cost to build an addition to my stable, and
me my life. some weeks were spent in cutting the
Before, however, I come to that part logs and hauling them where I wanted
of my narrative, it is necessary to ex- them. A log building, as everybody
plain how I was situated, and why I knows who has attempted it, is not
was residing on the land that summer, an easyundertaking for one man
as, of course, it was only necessar}^ for alone. The cutting, hauling and hew-
me to live on it six months in the year. ing of the logs is no very difficult
I had done so well during the winter matter, of course, but A^ben you come
that I did not find it necessary to hire to hoist them one upon another, you
out or take a job in town, as many have will wish you had someone to handle
to do. For the benefit of those who, the other end.
like myself, are not overburdened with I tried to get help but was disap-
ready money, and have to make their pointed, and, not to be beaten, deter-
homesteads keep them, or rather, to mined to try it alone. One afternoon
find other emplovment in the intervals I had got pretty nearly to the last log
of stipulated residence, it may be inter- and was congratulating myself that
esting to give a few details of how to the worst of the job was over, when,
make a living in the bush country. without any warning, the rope I was
The homesteader with a team, in the using suddenly snapped, and the log
bush country during the winter, cuts I was working on fell, crushing my
—
A. A. STRACHAN 63
left leg beneath it and pinning me circle for a while, then, seeing my whip,
helplessly to the ground. For some which Ihad thrown beside the wagon
minutes I was so stunned b}' the shock when I unhitched the team, he pounced
that I did not realize what had hap- upon that and carried it proudly to
pened. A
thousand fantastic thoughts my side and dropped it. "No, no," I
flashed through my
mind, and I opened cried, "go back —
the axe, Jim- fetch —
my eyes to find my
faithful dog licking it, good dog!"
my face and uttering little gasping, Away he trotted again and brought
whining noises which I remember one of my gauntlets, which lay right
thinking at the time sounded like a upon the axe handle. I sent him back
child crying. I felt no pain, but was again with a cuff on the ear; he took
powerless to move the hea\n,' log held
; the axe handle between his teeth and
my left leg as in a vice, though my —
dragged it a little way dropped it and
right was free, as were also both arms came bounding back with the other
and hands. Yet I was held in such a gauntlet; I was so disappointed that
position that all the strength I could I hit the poor animal over the head
muster failed to move the log half an with the butt of the whip. He gave
inch. Whether or not leg was my a Httle howl of pain, and retreating
broken I could not tell until the log some distance, sat down A\-ith such a
was removed. How that was to be reproachful look towards me as cut me
done I did not know. to the heart. Then I called him to me
My impulse was to ''holler."
first again, petted and stroked him for a
Then came to me with a new meaning while, and went through the motions
le Scriptural verse, that "it is not of chopping with an axe, but for a long
tood for man to be alone." I realized time he did not seem to understand. I
lat I was ver\' much alone, and the kept pointing and shouting, " The axe
lances of anyone coming to my assist- — fetch it," when all of a sudden he
ice were as one in ten thousand. I bounded away with a loud bark, seized
lad not seen a human being for many the axe handle, and dragging it inch by
lys. my homestead being som.e miles inch, dropped it at my feet. Getting
>ff the trail that led to the lumber to a sitting posture I soon made the
ips, and I had no near neighbors, chips fly, while poor old Jim danced
shuddered as the thought gripped around me barking with deUght.
le that I might lie there until I star\^ed It was not long before I had cut the
death, a prey to the prowUng wolves, log in two as near my imprisoned leg
^gainst whom I was powerless to put as I dared, and it was then an easy
Ip any kind of a fight. As this dread- matter, using the axe handle as a lever,
thought struck me I glanced help- to pr\' it free. But my plight was still
ssly around. My axe lay some httle a desperate one, for when I tried to
istance away. If I could only reach move I found, as I expected, that my
but might as well have tried to
I leg was broken a little above the ankle.
:h the moon. Suddenly I thought I had a smattering of surgery, having
the dog poor Jim was sitting on his
; been well instructed in " first aid to the
tumpy tail, looking into my face and wounded," which is part of the educa-
rhining. I had taught him to fetch tion of a mounted policeman, and this
id carry, to bring the ducks I had shot stood me in good stead in this emerg-
xt of the water, and at this he was as ency. Having the axe was able to
I
expert as any retriever. If I could fashion a few rude splints which, by
-^nly get him to bring the axe within the aid of strips torn from a "boiled
each! I patted his head and he shirt" which, fortunately, I was wear-
leaped upon me eagerly, uttering sharp ing at the time, I contrived, but not
littlebarks of joy. I pointed to- without considerable pain, to set and
wards the axe and told him to fetch it. bandage the fracture. This having
He ran off at once in the direction in- been accomplished. I essayed to crawl
•^iicated. towards the shack, which stood at no
"Good boy!" I called ,"the axe great distance but the pain I endured
;
tetch it, Jim!" He ran round in a in the passage forced many a groan
64 MY PARTNER JIM
from between my set teeth, Jim licking footed messenger could be made to
my hands and face every time I was understand what I wanted him to do,
forced to stop from pain and exhaus- but I had no other resource.
tion. At last, however, I managed to Before driving him away I repeated,
reach the door and crawl within. My often, the two words "George" and
cot was a low wire spring affair, and I "home," at the same time pointing
just managed to drag myself to it through the open door in the direction
when, for the first time in my life, I of the trail for town. George was my
fainted old troop chum, and was about as fond
How I remained unconscious I
long of the dog as I was.
do not know. When I awoke the For a long time I could not get Jim
moon was shining in at my open door to leave me until I sat up in bed, pre-
and poor old Jim lay asleep by my tending to be very angry, and threw
side. It must have been cold with my boots at him. Then he trotted
the door wide open, but as I did not away a few hundred yards, stopped
feel it, I must have been very feverish. and looked back expectantly, but
I know I longed for a drink of water, when, instead of calling him back, I
but was quite unable to move. My again yelled " go home!" in the fiercest
paralyzed, and I lay
left leg felt as if tone I could assume, he reluctantly
there on my
back until daylight trying started on, and finally disappeared from
to figure a way out. I must have help my sight.
or I should undoubtedly "cash in," as For a long time I expected every
they say in the west. For that pur- minute to see my faithful companion
pose it was necessary to get word to poke his head into the door again, but
town, or to someone who could come as hour after hour went by and there
to my assistance. But how was I to was no sign of his return, I was forced
send word? That was the puzzle, and to the joyful conclusion that he had
again I felt that "it was not good for indeed understood what was wanted
man to be alone." of him, and was really on his way to
Then I thought of the dog. Jim bring help.
had already saved my life once, could How I got through that terrible day
he do so again? I resolved to try him I do not know. I had had nothing to
— it was my one and only chance— eat or drink for thirty hours my head
;
and so, when it was light enough to see, was aching fit to split, my throat was
I found the back of an old letter and parched and burning, and I knew I
the stump of a carpenter's pencil in was in a high state of fever. Looking
my waistcoat pocket, for I had not back afterwards I believe I must have
been able to remove my clothes, and been more than half delirious. Dark-
managed to write and sign an appeal ness settled down, and I knew the dog
for help, describing my condition and must have gone on or he would have
the location of my homestead. This I been back long ago. Then I racked
wrapped in a piece of my torn shirt my brain trying to figure out how long
and tied the packet around Jim's neck, it would be before help could come.
fastening it to his collar in such a way Towards morning I thought I heard a
as would readily attract attention, yet dog barking in the distance, but put
at the same time not be likely to come it down to a disordered brain, for my
loose. In such an event, though, I head continued to ache most dread-
verily believe the intelligent brute fully and my tongje seemed too large
would have taken the packet in his for my mouth. Then I fell asleep, and
mouth and laid it at the feet of the first dreamed that poor old Jim was sitting
person he met. I did not doubt that upon my chest crushing the life out of
help would come; if my appeal was me. In my struggle to throw him off
received even by an Indian, he would I awoke. It was broad daylight, and
be sure to take it to the nearest agency the first object I saw was Jim standing
or police post, even if he did not under- on his hind legs with his forepaws on
stand a word of the writing. I had the edge of the cot, licking my face as
very little hope, of course, that my four- he used to do when he thought it was
ROSA'S PARRAKEETS 65
near "reveille" and time for me to get paper out, and this was what read:
I
up. But my joy at seeing him was "Cheer up, old chap! We are start-
turned to fun^ when my eyes hghted ing to bring you help as soon as we
upon his collar. There was my poor can round up the doctor. On the off
appeal for help tied around his neck chance that he may reach you before
just as it was when I sent him forth, we do, I am sending this back by old
and, as I -vsTenched the packet away, Jim.—George."
almost choking him in my rage, I "My God!" I cried with anguish,
dealt him a blow -^ith my shut fist as I reached over and gathered the
that stretched him senseless on the poor dog up in my arms and kissed his
:oor. cold muzzle, "poor old Jim! You
I was mad fever or I never
M-ith saved my life twice in forty-eight hours
.ould have done I sat staring at
it. and I rewarded you "ndth the only an-
ihe packet in my hand and was just gry blow I ever struck you!"
about to tear the paper up and cast it When the doctor and two moimted
away when I noticed the ^^Titing was policemen drove up an hour later, they
in ink and in a neat clerkly hand, found me delirious \vith the dog in my
hereas I had written \%ith a broad arms licking away my tears while I
jarpenter's pencil. For a moment, kissed and cried over him like a child.
in my delirious condition, I was lost I need only add that I got well and
in wonder at this transformation, secured my patent in due time, and
then all of a sudden the truth flashed that I would not part with old Jim for
upon me. Tremblingly I smoothed the his weight in gold.
ROSA'S PARRAKEETS
BY THOMAS A. DALY
to Miss Russell's natural comedy, or to the talent of the rest of the company
changed between "The Stranger" and less sends crinkles up the audience's
his father's recognized son, and there collective back. In fact, he gives
is a chance for rolling vowels and blows, throughout the piece that blue-moon
which Mr. Lackaye ignores with fine phenomenon, a convincing representa-
restraint,carrying the scene through tion of a strong and virile business man
with a repressed en'.otion that none the who can get what he wants without fuss
74
Photo by MotJett mu^iel starr, leading ladv with wiltox lackave
As 'Mary Warrington" in The Stranger she makes a pretty picture,
and her voice is charming
or insistence, and who can go through a
obedience from all weaker natures.
black fur}' without raising his voice. In the love-scenes he is perhaps a little
That voice, however, in the crucial too awkward, too unsure of himself,
scene, becomes harsh and grating, hardly masterful enough for so confi-
cutting through side-issues like a sword
through a silk coat, and compelling
—
dent and successful a man ^but in any
case he wins Miss Marv. and is presum-
Photo by White, New York rose stahl as "maggie pepper"
"And as for that laugh of yours, check it, and lose the tag, or you won't get
no job qs floor-walker here"
ably happy ever afterwards. The role gives a delightful bit of character de-
of Miss Mary is played with good judg- lineation, and as a whole the play leaves
ment by Miss Muriel Starr, whose low an excellent impression.
and beautiful voice is very pleasant to LilHan Russell ought to know better
hear. Frank Burbeck, as the country at her age than to coquette with a play
judge, auctioneer and poker devotee, like "The First Night". It reminds
76
NilSS PERCY HASWELL
Her sincere and simple acting has won her a host of warm friends in both
Canada and the United States
one of the landlady who said of her uncertain histor}', and warmed it over
artistic lodger, " Oh, yes, he's a gent of into corned-beef hash \v'ith Lillian
very antique tastes," for George V. Russell as the adorning lettuce leaf.
Hobart has gone back to the days of If he had taken "Die Halber Dichter"
Augustin Daly and Charles Hoyt, raked by the scruff of the neck and forcibly
up a farce of Gennan parentage and made it over into a 1911 model, it
77
a
might have been better, but in its dandies who along behind smartly
trail
present form about the only anchor it dressed women fashionable hotels,
in
has to the present is that the scenes of and his trick of speaking of all things in
the play are laid in New York. Mur- miniature bids fair to becomie a popular
gatroyd Howe, as played by Victor catch phrase if the play is acted long.
Benoit, is a notable exception — The company is clever, but neither Miss
shrewd portrait of one of those sexless Russell nor her supporters have the
:
chance they deser\'e, and her gift of big double-breasted Prince Albert with
natural comedy is wasted on stony the wide collar that had adorned him
ground. in the days of his glory,' and the old-
In " Judy Forgot," Marie Cahill is the fashioned silk hat. now battered and
whole show, and it's lucky there's greasy, he still wears with something of
enough of her to go all the way 'round. his former dignity. He has a cane, too,
She sings, dances, contributes a pair of and gloves that are mostly holes.
monologues, and altogether does much Sometimes as he rambles through his
more for the comedy than either or lines, his voice takes on a ghost of the
both Mr. Hopwood and Mr. Hein. As majesty it possessed in the days when
"Judy" she is again the good-natured he played Hamlet or Macbeth, and the
married woman marooned on the island simple words have a pathos and dignity
of difficulties, struggling with tempor- that makes the audience ver\' still and
ary aphasia, and ticketed off by solicit- tense
ous but mistaken strangers as the wife The dramas that I've played in life
of a man whom she has never seen Were not all upon the stage.
before, and who, for all she knows, mav
Xor did I in an hour become
The petted of the age.
or may not be her husband. The music Oft in youthful days I've sung
is pleasant, though not especially dis- "Hot codlins" as the clown,
tinctive, and the chorus attractive and And turned me face away to hide
beautifully gowned. Miss Emma The tear-drops trickling down.
And when the pit and gallery
Francis deserA-es special notice for her Saw me white paint wash away
active dancing, and a good deal of They shouted, 'Go it, Joey I
snappy banter is tossed back and forth Oin't 'e funny? 'Ip, urrayl"
'
indelibly stamped on the not too
the impression got about is a curious analytical audience of vaudeville that
piece of psychology. cannot be shaken
it off, and they go
For some time Chevalier has been away with the idea that Chevalier is
opening his series of coster and cockney himself the man whom he has only
impersonations with "The Light of a portrayed with a master's touch. It is
Fallen Star." the star being a one-time as high a compliment as could be paid
tragedian, who has played the great
Shakespearean roles, but has fallen
to an artist —but it is hardly one that is
likely to appeal to the artist's manager.
upon evil days, and in his old age harks Chevalier ought to sandwich the
fondly back to the time when he was an "Fallen Star" between two sketches,
idol of the stage. The old man's that are not quite so dangerousiy
clothes are shabbv, but the coat is the
perfect.
"
DOUBTFUL ABOUT THE DUKE didn't know about the law was suffi-
A CLEVER Ottawa woman, who cient. He knew nothing; he should
** spent last summer in England, have made an ideal justice of the peace.
recalls a pleasing experience. " We " His first case, however, was that of
were taking a ride on one of those a man arrested for stealing a horse.
'seeing London' motor buses," she " '
Guilt}'- or not guilty?' asked the
said, "and there was a party of tourists justice.
aboard. They were Americans, of Not guilty,' answered the prisoner.
course, and they were taking the great- Then what the deuce are you
est interest in everything they saw doing here?' demanded the justice of
the peace. "
from the top of the big bus. As the 'Get out!'
motor rolled out of Hyde Park and
started in the direction of Piccadilly,
the guide pointed to a big old house
ALREADY BEGINNING TO SPLIT
surrounded by a high brick wall and "THEY were watching a certain daring
shouted through hismegaphone. young woman walking down Yonge
'That,' he said, 'is the town residence street in a harem skirt.
of the Duke of C one of our largest
,
"She'll never put it over!" said one.
landed proprietors.' A pretty Ameri- " No. You get into those things like-
can girl on the second seat she was — pants, I guess," agreed the other.
about seventeen, and it was obviously "Besides," said the first, "a skirt
—
her first trip abroad looked up in divided against itself cannot endur^e."
sudden enthusiasm. 'Oh!' she cried, Ten minutes later an outraged Pres-
'who landed him?' " byterian policeman fr.^m Edinburgh
g".thered hs r in.
JUSTICE, RIO GRANDE STYLE
'T'HE old-timer looked up from his
'•
rickey in the King Edward kitchen,
LUNCHEON L'ART NOUVEAU
and asked: CHE had lured him to one of those
" You think that story on Bill Sims *^ artistic cafes where luncheon is a
is a good one, eh?" teaspoonful of pepper soup and a glass
" Good or bad, it's true. of water with a roseleaf in it, and he
"Well, so is this," said the Old- felt aggrieved. Salad arrived.
your children where they will grow strong and sturdy, where doctors'
bills are almost unknown, where the air is pure, where vegetables
spring up as if by magic, and apples and pears thrive, increasing
—
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Farmers in this vicinitv are growing rich from the products of
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Many of them are making gross support you and your family and
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Others are doing even better. To- price, just as soon as you are ready
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stantial revenue from the sale of rich, being well supplied with the
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spare time, if you have steady em- tables. Such a soil is slow to get
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Westminster or Vancouver, and do never bakes or gets hard.
not care to devote all your time to You can build a cozy bungalow
your fruit farm. or pretty cottage here, and live in
Consider for a moment, if you comfort and independence the ab- —
will, the advantage you and your solute monarch of all you survey.
family will enjoy on one of these
farms. Within a short ride on the
—
Remember this you will not al-
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B. C. Electric Tramline, which is you earn now, there will come a day
?lmost at your back door, you are when you will be earning less
1 n Westminster or Vancouver. Every- when the toil and grind of your
thing you raise finds a ready market present work will begin to tell on
in these cities. There are cultivated
—
farms all around you north, south,
—
you when you will wish you had
some pleasant place to retire to
east and west are beautiful ranches some place that would supply you,
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You can buy a five- acre farm in and independence.
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NARCISSUS
BY T. A. DALY
One night while yet the wold
Lay dormant with the cold,
flung the casement wide
i
And pausing, ere I drew
The outer shutters to,
A lovely thing espied
A thing of precious worth,
A bit of heaven in earth
A star in water.
Beneath the rose-bush bare
A rain-pool glassed it. There,
By its own beauty glamored.
It poised above the brink.
Flashed down and seemed to sink
To darkness, self-enamored.
"
'To accompany Princess Thoroughbred
82
:
VOLX
CANADA NOB
MPl?rHLY
William MacHarg*
and Edwin Balmer
Ovauthorj of *The Achievements of Luther Trantr**
» •
86 PRINCESS THOROUGHBRED
of the incident on the Bois de Bou- to the gangway, climbed up again and
logne—eh? Mile. Olympe de Ban- the gangway itself was lifted.
niere, of the Folies Bergere —
^how Mile. "So we have sickness contagious —
Olympe, in stepping from her motor sickness aboard?'" the Jew appealed
car, —
broke how do you say inad- — palely to Truxton again. "We are
vertently the string of pearls about her quarantine We have sickness aboard
!
PRINCESS THOROUGHBRED
It seems like a joke in a funny paper "Exactly. I would have liked it
that it should make me think of home better if you had been more altered,"
—
but I shall be glad to see again my he replied with sudden bitterness.
own smoky city. But these four "Will you explain yourself?" She
years —^what have you been doing in turned to him in surprise.
them?" He hesitated but her challenge drove
;
"Nothing much," he replied vaguely. him on. "I saw just now," he said
"Ah! on the contrary, very much, I tensely, and growing paler, "that,
think," she said quickly. "You have whatever it meant to your maid, the
been going into places in the world death of the baby in the steerage to you
of which white men know little, and was —nothing! I could not have un-
have been writing about them. I derstood that unless I had seen your
have read, I think, all you have writ- picture. I was not able to understand
ten. But I did not mean that — —
• —
once ^why the lives of the men,
meant, what have the four years done women and children who toiled in her
for you?" father's mines meant nothing to Con-
"Oh," he smiled somewhat cynically stance Sherrard, though she had every
as he met the steady challenge of her chance to know about them; and for
eyes. "I have schooled myself in them the same reason I could not understand
not to keep on wanting what I now why the peasants struggling for black
see would have been bad for me — bread on the estates of her husband
though I did want it very much, four —
were nothing to her all those coarser
years ago," he added, as he realized bodies that were being sacrificed day
the attraction her physical perfection by day in order that she might be, and
still had for him. remain, the perfect creature that she
"Like the puppy that ate the soap!" — —
was until I looked at your picture,
She laughed like a chime of silver bells. and saw that these four years the —
"But no, I get it wrong. It was a big unfaithfulness of your husband. Mile.
dog, who had been protected from soap Olympe of the Folies, and the many
until his teeth got strong, and when at others, the Prince's duel with Dr.
last he found it he ate a great deal of —
Rasmussen in Berlin all these things
it and it was bad —
it made him a great — have not dimmed Constance Sher-
deal sicker than if he had tasted it as a rard 's bright eyes one particle, or
puppy. No matter; I think you have changed the perfect bow-shape of^er
been lucky. I have eaten my soap mouth!"
because I learned no better when I was Her cheeks blazed with defiance.
a puppy. But, at least," she added, "That is the second time, Mr. Trux-
more to herself than to him, "when I ton," she said, controlling herself as
had got my mouth full of soap I had she hid her clenched hands among the
the courage to eat it smiling, so that no furs, "that you have taken it upon
one guessed!" yourself to insult me. First, when I
He stared at her in astonishment, found that you were aboard and you
wondering whether she was speaking took pains to prevent me from offering
of that very soapy proposition, the you the common civility of a better
Prince Czerosi. cabin, without making any explanation
"But," she said audaciously, "you of your reason. But you have made
have thought of me sometimes?"
"It was impossible not to know of
it quite plain now —
quite plain that
you think I am selfish, self-centered
you," he said, with increasing embar- and unwomanly. Not even our hav-
rassment. —
"The papers ^you were in ing been childhood friends can excuse
Paris, in Vienna, in Berlin; you had you. You will understand that if" —
returned to the estates of your husband she caught her breath
—
"that when we
in Roumelia —
only a month ago I saw speak to one another after this it must
your picture published." be only on the most conventional
"Did you think I looked as I used subjects!"
to?" she asked with a woman's eager- He bowed, pale as death, and left
ness.
BUT. SHE SAID AfD ACIOfSLY "yOU HAVE THOIGHT OP ME SOMETIMES'
.
89
90 PRINCESS THOROUGHBRED
Six days out of Gibraltar, Truxton their shawls —were women and chil-
awoke in the gray of the morning to dren whom the men were helping hold
find Jewish cabin-mate cowering
his to the driest and best protected places.
on the floor of the cabin, as he strug- But as more and more forced their
gled into his clothes, while indistinct way up in spite of the attempts of the
cries and muffled sounds of struggle sailors to replace the hatch, these drier
came to them from the forepart of the and best protected places all were oc-
ship. cupied. The last comers sustained
The questioning bewilderment of his themselves with difficulty against the
companion's face showed plainly that sea, or clung waist deep in water
the Egyptian knew as little as Truxton against the bulwarks. Then, even as
the reason for the disturbance, and Truxton looked, one man of those who
without wasting time in inquiries the had come up last through the hatchway
American leaped from his berth and lost his footing; the green water seized
hurried on his clothes. He pushed him and drove him, rolling, to the rail.
open the door of the stateroom, closely He staggered to his feet only jiist as
followed by the Jew, and passing the next wave caught him; it whirled
through the forward cabin, whose him arouT^d, lifted him bodily over the
emptiness showed that the noise had bulwark, and hurled him into the sea.
not yet aroused the other passengers The sight decided Truxton. The
in their cabins further aft, he gained shrill cry of horror from the clinging
the deck. groups which marked the man's dis-
A dash of spray half drenched him appearance had not died away, when
as he squeezed past the canvas shield the American had swung himself over
which protected the end of the long the rail, dropped ankle-deep into
promenade deck that ran forward to the water on the deck below, and lent
within fifty feet of the bow; so as Trux- his weight to aid the crew in forcing
ton grasped the rail at the end of the down the hatch. He held it with
first cabin deck, he looked down direct- them until it had been fastened and
ly upon the forward steerage deck be- battened down; then rose staring to
low, extending to the "Teneran's" meet the white face of the ship's
stem. Ordinarily during such a gale doctor.
as that which was now sending the "What —^what is it?" demanded the
waves high over the bow and on to the American.
steerage deck, that space would have "It is the diphtheria, Mr. Truxton!"
been clear except for the foremast and The doctor's voice crackled harshly
its tackle, and the windlasses and tar- above the noise of wind and water.
paulin-covered hoisting machinery for "Black diphtheria! 'Fore Gawd, Mr.
loading the forward hold; but now, in Truxton, at Gibraltar I thought it was
the wave-washed space, a fierce strug- honly sore throat, but even then they
gle was going forward. must 'ave been rotten with it. Now
One of the hatches had been forced there are a 'undred down —
two 'un-
open from below, and through it a —
dred I don't know 'ow many It 'as
!
crowd of men and women from the spread and spread, till it is 'ell there
steerage were pushing and fighting below, and these *ave broken up in
their way out on to the watery deck, panic to escape it!"
in spite of the efforts and blows of the The horror of the thing fell upon
few members of the crew who had been Truxton, keener, more chilling by far
first to reach the spot. Already a hun- than the sudden disappearance of the
dred, perhaps a hundred and fifty man who had been washed overboard.
human figures were clinging upon that Drenched and shivering, he climbed
wave-washed space, wedging themselves back to his own deck, followed by the
between windlasses and holding to the doctor. As they stood, watching the
hatches so that the sweeping waters boat that had been lowered to search
could not carry them away. And half, for the lostman pitching like a chip on
or over half — if one counted the babies the huge gray waves, the doctor con-
bound to the women's Ijodies under tinued his explanation.
— ; —;
"We're crowded down below, Mr. "Yes; there is some trouble down in
—
Truxton eight 'undred; we usually the steerage, I believe," he replied,
carry under seven. This sore throat but stopped weakly.
the children 'ad it at first and the wo- "Ah! In the steerage? And what
men 'elped one another. So it spread. is it?"
Ever since leaving Gibraltar the 'atches "I don't think it would interest you
'ave 'ad to be kept closed because of — I don't see how it could do so!"
the storm; the well ones 'ave 'ad to "Do you mean you do not think it
breathe the same air as the sick. w-.rth while to tell me?"
We've fought it; but my medicines 'ave vShe waited to see what he w^ould say
'ad no avail —
^hexceptional malignancy but he said nothing.
it attacks men and women now the "Mr. Truxton," she said finally,
same as children. Fifteen died last while the blood mounted hotly to her
night and were buried before sunrise; cheeks, '"I knew a man, who, when he
it'll be twenty or thirty to-night! had done some particularly execrable
Hand you saw, they are in panic. thing, would go home to those who
We've kept it quiet from the first cabin might speak of it to his wiie and say,
—
passengers -which, of course, was 'Do not tell Madame; it would pain her
easier, 'aving so few and no one among too greatly to know I am such a
them needing the doctor; 3^ou 'aven't rascal — no; she must not know!' So
seen me around the first cabin these no one spoke of it, and he went un-
last few days, and that's the reason. punished and was free to do some
But now it cannot be kept quiet any execrable thing again. But Madame,
longer; hanyone must know who goes at last, learned one thing; for she got
forward and looks down at the steer- so used to seeing that look of conceal-
age deck. They'll be fair frightened ment on their faces that sometimes
out of their lives, these men of the Med- when the maid came to her bedside in
iterranean, when they 'ear and see it!" the morning mth her coffee, she would
Truxton watched until, at the end ask, 'What has he done now% Waters,
of an hour, the boat returned with its that I see you have been told not to
soaked, chilled crew, and was hoisted speak of to me?' I lived four years
aboard again after its vain search. with that man, Mr. Truxton, as his wife
Then he hastened to his cabin to change in the eyes of the world. I shall never
his clothes. Others of the "Teneran's" forget that look of concealment!"
short list of first cabin passengers had The color in her cheeks grew even
come out when he
of their staterooms more deeper, as he stared in astonish-
emerged. His Egyptian
cabin-mate ment.
lifted his dark lashes in an uneasy "You can understand now," she
gleam; and the others met his gaze went on swiftly, "that I knew this
with furtive looks, and he saw that morning, when I came out of my cabin
they knew. Only the Princess Czerosi, and saw the faces around me that
whom he found fifteen minutes later, something had happened. I saw there
already ensconced for her morning on was something I was not to know
the deck, had no knowledge of what something which by common impulse
was going on; for she nodded brightly all these men who are our fellow pas-
to him in greeting. sengers were concealing from me
He stood an instant, staring down But it did not trouble me. I said to
the length of the long, wide deck with myself, 'N'importe; I ought to be used
its high, clean cabins half empty all its to that by this time. Like all other
length, before he sat dow^n beside her; things, it will come out in the wash
uid in that instant she seemed to rec- when the wash is ready.' "
gnize a change in him. Suddenly her steady eyes, which
"Is something wrong, Mr. Trux- had been fixed on his, fell away, and
ton?" she asked quickly. she trembled, though ever so slightly.
He hesitated almost imperceptibly. "I have not hidden from you, Mr.
"Nothing," he lied. Truxton," she continued, but with less
"Nothing?" direct self-confidence, "that in the
— ;
«2 PRINCESS THOROUGHBRED
four years since I left America I have The only difference was that now a
thought of you often; and it was not couple of the crew, armed, sulkily
merely as an old time friend of mine, guarded the hatch, lest those clamor-
but as a sort of man different from those ing and beating below get it open again
I was then meeting. I know now as and two more watched to prevent those
well as you do that something
sibly a very dreadful something
——
pos-
^has
already on the steerage deck from mak-
ing any attempt to gain the safety of
happened on board the 'Teneran'; and the drier first cabin deck above.
if you do not tell me what it is, it can "Since we left Gibraltar," Truxton
be only for one of two reasons. Either harshly explained, as the Princess
you despise me too much; or you are Czerosi turned toward him, puzzled,
like my —
husband and ^as I suspect with wide eyes, bewildered at the sight,
from their faces those other men in the "the hatches have been kept closed
self
—you are hiding your-
cabin are doing
in some way —as he did from the
because of the storm and the diph-
theria
— ;
Truxton replied.
"And when the rest
—the men from the
first who knew
cabin,
and must have come
and seen them, too
— when they stood
"
here
"I can hanswer
that," another voice
broke in upon them,
and they saw it was
the doctor. "They
did not."
"Then why
are
"U y callingso to
me?" the Princess Czerosi demanded as that; for the word they cry to each
eagerly, and her face was transformed. other, as they raise their arms to you,
"Do they call to me so, and are they —
is 'It is she, it is she; a woman, a
sure I vi-ill help them because
have recognized me?"
they — woman!' Don't you hear?"
"Not 'the Princess Czerosi'?" She
"Because they have recognized you stepped defiantly forward in clear out-
a woman —
yes," Truxton returned,
-h the same roughness. "But only
line before those below — red-cheeked
and eager. But as they saw now for
— "
94 PRINCESS THOROUGHBRED
the first time plainly her opulent little cabin accommodations from the cabins
figure clothed from head to foot in furs, forward.
suddenly there spread from one to "Where is she?" demanded Truxton.
—
another silence a shudder then ter- — "She makes the nurse!"
rible, hopeless words of full recognition The American brushed the canvases
passed from lip to lip till it shrouded aside and half shuddered at the stronger
all on deck. smell of the antiseptics. He pushed
"The Princess Czerosi! The Princess on past thickly set cots, past the open
Czeiosi!" they said, and sank back stateroom doors where half the pillows
hopelessly. "It is the Princess Cze- bore already matted heads, past the
rosi!" fathers and mothers, stolid or sobbing,
The Princess caught her
Czerosi at the head of the companionway, to
breath. minute she stood,
For a full where he saw the brown dress of the
pale, motionless and silent; then she Princess Czerosi's maid beside a cot.
turned with flashing eyes on Truxton. "Where is Madame?" he demanded
"Mr. Truxton," she said bitterly, of her impatiently. "They told me
"the spirit in which you brought me she was here!"
here, as if —asvivisecting me to see
if The woman turned, and he saw that
whether I would the plight of these
feel it was the Princess Czerosi but at first
;
poor people is —
is as great an affront this conveyed no more to him.
as you could offer to a woman! The "Why have you done this?" he cried
doctor will take me back!" guiltily. "Wasn't it enough that you
"I am dangerous company," the gave up the cabins to them? Why
doctor warned her. "I 'ave been
— —
should you come ^as they told me you
—
exposed." had come ^in here to nurse
"I don't care!" The Princess "Hush!" she checked him, still
Czerosi breathed quickly, and with kneeling; "it is not so bad, since they
pauses between the breaths like a hurt have been brought up here to air and
animal, as the doctor helped her back light. The doctor says the malignancy
along her own deck. of a disease like this increases or ceases
* * * * * * * almost weirdly. He thinks it will not
"This shall not be!" —
spread much further now. And have
The voice was that of the Egyptian you not heard? We have communi-
Jew speaking in the cabin; and Trux- cated with one of the big ships of the
ton, on the deck outside, pricked up North American route. She has a
his ears to listen. spare surgeon and serum. We should,
"It shall not be!" The mocking speak her in an hour or so!"
voice that answered was that of the He stood dazedly staring down at
Princess Czerosi. "Mon dieu, imbe- her.
cile! It is done already! And you "Do you want to help?" said the
you shall have the cabin furthest to Princess Czerosi. "You cannot go
—
the back because ^}^ou are the biggest back among the others now, anyway,
coward!" since you have been in here!"
Truxton leaped to his feet and He went around the father and
pushed open the door of the cabin; mother who crouched at the foot of the
but the Princess Czerosi was no longer cot, and sat down on the side opposite
there, and he saw only the furtive- her; and as his eyes fell again upon the
eyed men of the Mediterranean. brown dress, he started with compre- j
—
|
vent it to you, that Madame shall you that was going down into the J
cretly and let yourself be misjudged done secretly and among children,
—
by everyone by me, like the otheio!" because" —her
eyes fell suddenly from
—
"It is not the first time I have done his face and she trembled "because,
such a thing," she looked up at him in these four years, v.-hen I thought of
now, quickly. "I had done it before or looked at my husband, I have never
in Roumelia. And—yes, secretly. —
dared to wish to have a child of my
Don't you understand? Wasn't it own!"
—
bad enough as it was when all the Truxton put out his hand across the
world believed me no different from cot and took hers gently. "I am not
what my husband —was ? Can't you pic- worthy to touch you!" he said con-
ture to yourself the miserable contrast, tritely. Ml '
if it had been known that while he was The motherat the foot of the cot
disporting himself in Paris, I, in Rou- raised her head in perplexity as she
melia, was seeking solace as a tearful caught the expression on Truxton's
lady-bountiful, unhappily married and face.
held up to the world's pity yes, its
pity! If what I have been through
— "I thought," the
low tone to her husband, "that
woman said in a
it was
has taught me sympathy for all people, the maid of Madamethe Princess but —
I could not show it! This morning, no; she is the wife of the mister!"
when we stood together and looked The man looked also.
down upon the steerage deck and they "Your wife," hesaid in broken Eng-
appealed to me and I believed for an lish toTruxton, "your wife, both now
instant that in spite of furs and my and before in the steerage, has been to
!"
changed gown they had recognized us an angel of mercy
me as the same woman who had been The hot blood rose to the Princess
among them in the steerage, I felt Czerosi's cheeks and temples, clear to
suddenly happy that it was so! But the dark line of the hair above her fore-
even they could not do that, because head.
while my husband was alive I had But he only held her hand the
made the world believe that I was
all tighter, and she sighed with content-
as he was, and had done what I have ment.
LOCAL COLOR
BY CY WARMAN
First the baby's bonny eyes caught the color of the skies,
Then his tiny little toes took the color of the rose
l>ut he never seemed so sweet till his pudgy little feet
mbled out across the lawn and caught the color of the street.
THE FIRST APOSTLE
OF THB RED RIVER
Book and
Bell in
St. Boniface
By W. E.
IngersoU
Illustrated with
Photographs
r,i,b b o n e d across
leagues of flat land,
curving placidly by
St. Norbert and
St. Vital, entering
between Fort Gar-
ry and St. Boni-
face, and passing
in calm flood to the
northern lakes.
Pleasure steam-
boats churn
along the stream,
Is it the clang of wild-geesef saucy launches swirl smartly through
Is itthe Indian's yell the water, canoes dip their wa}^ across .
That lends to the voice of the north wind the red width of the river. Froni ai
The tones of a far-off bell? railroad yard, on the Winnipeg side, i
To the sound that grows apace, tarry the faces of the little old whitel
Well he knows the vesper ringing houses. But St. Boniface sleeps, and!
Of the Bells of St. Boniface! the grass grows thick and green along
her lanes, and all her hours are vespers.
The bells of the Roman Mission The easy river-bank descends, al-l
That call from their turrets twain ways in the face of the sunset, to th(
To the boatmen on the river, old river of the voyageur. The gra}
To the hunter on the plain. buildings along the top of the bank
—
John G. Whittier. half hidden in quiet, verdure, hav(
their doors and windows turned t'
NEAR Winnipeg,
stands an old
in Manitoba,
town, pictur-
westward, looking into Yesterda}'
Each street or "rue" bears a name ol'
esque as a mossy bole by a even forty years ago.
trim growing tree the old — St. Boniface is a French place, wii
Roman Mission of St. Boniface. a German name. Eastward of th
Between is the Riviere Rouge, come town, a creek, with more loopings tha
up by Pembina from southward, un- a dog-whip laid down, dawdles int
96
W. E. INGERSOLL 97
the Red River at Point Douglas. It the arrival at the Red River settlement
was along this "German Creek," now- of the three ecclesiastics and their
called the "Seine," that Lord Selkirk's party. According to his description
hundred German Catholic "Militar}- it was mid-afternoon on the prairie.
Bachelors" settled in the second de- In the grounds of Fort Douglas a
cade of the nineteenth century. They picturesque crowd of all complexions,
called their domicile St. Boniface. heights and manner of dress, moved
The name was never changed and that
; hither and thither, watchful and eager.
is why a village settled with French There w^ere intervals of excited chatter
Canadians has the name of the patron and breathless silence. Suddenly ^ne,
saint of Germany. sitting upon a roof-top high up the
The towTi of St. Boniface was thus bank, shouted. Like an echo came
founded by a troop of soldiers brought the answering cry from a hundred
to protect the struggling colony of voices by the fort. The little band,
Lord Selkirk on the Red River. There pr ceeding in a hurried and straggling
were, too, among the early settlers throng to the water's edge, almost
such wild spirits as free traders who lifted the two black-robed men from
had been servants of the Hudson's their laden canoe.
Bay and Northwest fur companies, Provencher tovvered, a young giant
Coureurs du Bois from northern Que- of six feet four, high above the shoul-
bec, and half- wild Metis born in the ders of the crowd —firm-lipped, fine-
hunting-tents of the furthest w^est. -
"The Canadians and others," says an Whittier's poem "The Red River Voy
ecclesiastical writer, "wept for joy at ageur." Whittier did not himself
the sight of the almost-forgotten make the voyage down the Red River,
priestly vestments." Governor Alex- but wrote the verses from material
ander Macdonell, who was the successor supplied him by a friend who had
of Miles Macdonell, extended an in- actually visited the Roman Mission
vitation to tea. The hospitality with some time previous to 1860.
which the priests were received was The first cathedral was built of "logs,
only bounded by the resources of the with the outside sawed off," in the
joyful little colony. year 1820. It was about eighty feet
St. Boniface is a place of old mem- long, and was not superseded by the
ories and old survivals. Its streets are second stone cathedral until the year
historically suggestive —
Provencher 1837. This first building was placed
Avenue, Dumoulin Street, De Meuron "under the patronage of St. Boniface,
Avenue. Its college, at the present in order to draw God's blessings on the
day a most imposing structure, is the German Meurons, Catholics none too
oldest educational institution in the fervent, through the intercession of
west, and had as its first graduates, the Apostle of their Nation." Thus,
in the year 1823, a French Canadian too, the name "vSt. Boniface," because
bv the name of Senecal, and Chenier, it was used so frequently in the cor-
W. E. INGERSOLL 99
respondence of Bish-
op Provencher and
his contemporaries
of the place and
time, became firmty
fixed to the French-
Canadian village on
the east bank of the
Red River. In this
little, old cathedral,
baptismal ceremo-
nies took place and
"marriages were re-
habilitated" among
the three hundred
and fifty mixed and
picturesque parish-
ioners of Bish op
Provencher. Out
over the uild old
prairieclanged the
rude music of Lord
Selkirk's hundred-
pound bell — out
over the prairie and
down the winding
river, calling hunter
and voyageur to
prayer. But it was
not until nearly
thirty years later
that the "Bells of
St. Boniface," with
a dual tongue, spoke
to the friend of
John Greenleaf
Whittier from the
church with the
"turrets twain."
This structure was
commenced about
1832. In 1829,
Governor Simpson,
who knew and re- LOUIS KIEL
Born and bred
St. Boniface,
in the French still regard him, not
as a "rebel",
spected Bishop Pro- but as their "Little Napoleon", fighting foi his rights
vencher, offered to
subscribe $500 toward the building the bishop's bargemen had much ado
of a new stone cathedral. A stone to keep them supplied with material
of a fine and stable quality for from up the river. The church, one-
building had been found along the hundred feet long and forty-five feet
banks of the Red River, and this, wide, was finished in 1837. Bishop
rolled into flat boats so built as to Provencher, as did his successor. Arch-
come close to shore, was carried to St. bishop Tache in the case of the third
Boniface by water. In June, 1833, cathedral, collected much of the money
the foundations of the new temple for his enterprise in Quebec.
were laid, five skilful stone-masons These are the particulars of the
working in such heartv accord that building of the second cathedral. For
100 BOOK AND BELL IN ST. BONIFACE
twenty-three years, at baptism, mar- and finally,a plain red marble head-
riage, festivaland prayer, the bells in stone, inscribed "Riel." The tomb-
the twin turrets sounded up and down stones are those of the McTavishes
the Red. But there came a cold and the Ro wands, the largest one com-
February morning which found Arch- memorative of John Rowand, once
bishop Tache "kneeling, with bowed chief factor of the Hudson's Bay Com-
head, on the ashes of his cathedral, pany for the districts of Saskatchewan
repeating the words of Job: 'The Lord and Athabasca, who "has left the repu-
gave, and the Lord hath taken away: tation of a man who shone more by his
as it hath pleased the Lord, so be it indomitable energy and fearlessness
done. Blessed be than by his Chris-
the name of the tian gentleness";
Lord.'" The the group of cross-
church was burned es mark the hvLvy-
to the ground in ing-place of the
1860 with a fire grave and g entle
started from spilled Gray Nuns, Sisters
tallow that a nun Valada, Lagrave,
was using to make Coutlee and La-
tapers for a dying f ranee, who were
priest. the first and all
The third cathe- who have since
dral and bishop's joined them there;
palace were built but the headstone
about 1865, this with "Riel" across
building being its face — this is
much smaller than the centre of in-
the second cathe- terest in the old
dral. With its place "where
quiet aisles, old- heaves the turf in
fashioned belfry, many a mould'ring
and white plaster- heap." For Louis
ed walls, it stood, an Riel was, and is,
unassuming little regarded by old
building, until and niodern St.
pulled down in Boniface alike as
1908 to make room their little Napo-
for the present vast leon, who did not
structure. "rebel," but stood
The fourth ca- nobly for the rights
thedral is the of his people.
largest house of "On October
worship in the 11, 1869," says a
an im- UNDER THE QUIET TREES OF ST. BONIFACE CHURCH- chronicler, "Louis
west. It is YARD LOUIS RIEL SLEEPS IN PEACE.
mense bulk of Riel, with seven-
stone. The upper galleries are lighted teen unarmed sympathisers, prevented
bv a great rose window, above which a Mr. Webb from proceeding with his
two turrets look down grandly and survey by stepping on his chain and
with something of incongruity over ordering him away." It is widely
the low roof-tops of St. Boniface. In known that the immediate cause of
the morning it casts a broad shadow the Red River insurrection was the
over what is now the most interesting attempt of a group of tactless surveyors
locality in old St. —
Boniface the to survey what was then called Assini-
churchyard. boia, and included St. Boniface and
Passing up the walk, one sees old the suburb of St. Vital, where Riel was
tombstones leaning at all angles, a bjrn. But it was not the uprising it-
numerous group of plain black crosses. self, nor anything in the character ofi
t
—
CLOVER-PATCH PHILOSOPHY
BY S. JEAN WALKER
ANGRY wasp and a busy bee
AN Met once on a head. clover
The bee work hummed merrily,
at his
While the wasp with anger said:
"Why is it that mortals one and all,
Act kindlier far by you?
I use my sting if they're in my way.
But that is my rightful due.
You do the same, 3^et they use you well,
But askance at me they look."
Then the wasp waxed wroth and waved his wings.
Till the head of clover shook.
The bee worked on. When for flight prepared,
Ithovered aloft on wing.
Then paused a moment and archly said:
" I give more honey than sting."
Spinal Maginnis
J^.A'^W^'— V,
PLEATHE, MITHETB OATETH, GIVE THAT BOY FIVE THENTHS WORTH OP THE KIND OF
TAFFY THAT THUCKTH THE LONGETHT"
Illustrated bv A. W. Grann
M
hair
'ACPHAIRSON'S for
ma'caur," sputtered a small
and thoroughly %vet boy as
he %\-iped the lank, clinging
from his eyes.
de'il went through the various contortions
with which small boys are wont to
express
humor.
their appreciation
For the bedraggled midget
presented an appearance the reverse
of true
"Ay, and MacKenzies for shoween of ostentatious, and the point of the
off," came the answer prompt and retort was obvious, as was indeed the
jovial, whereat the entire party, all fitness of the quotation which had in-
dripping, exploded with laughter and vited it.
103
104 SPINAL MAGINNIS
MacPherson, nicknamed Spinal Ma- scribes Spinal's capacity for getting in
ginnis, was a second form boy at Gait wrong.
School, always getting into trouble and On this afternoon of the ducking
always lucky in getting out again. there had been a snake. Spinal, as
Situated in the heart of the beautiful, usual, began by trying to appear on
greenwood-embroidered, stream-thread- terms of famiHarity with it, and the
ed Ontario; the school, though flaunting object of his advances, resenting the
no high-sounding name, enjoyed, while liberty, bit him. Gabby Wilkinson
Dr. William Tassie was head master, gravely and quite sincerely insisted
a continental fame. Boys from Cali- that the finger must be amputated, "to
fornia and Florida were drawn to him save Spinal's life." "Toad stabbers"
by reason of his strong personality; leaped forth like swords in a Dumas
fiom Montreal and Vancouver, and from story, and Duck Wilson's, being the
widely scattered intermediate points. largest, was chosen. A boulder was
In many cases, the word "drawn" selected because of its supposed resem-
should be used in thesenseof "dragged," blance to the Aztec sacrificial stone,
for Dr. Tassie's methods were old- and excitement was at its height when
fashioned and forcible, and a boy who it occurred to cool-headed Harry
had weathered one term and had his Freeman to examine the remains of
fair share of punishment was not likely the snake. Blood had just been drawn
to be keen for more. However, the when he announced that it was a harm-
parents usually saw to it that the boy less variety, and stopped the interest-
was returned, for the results in the case ing operation. But there were some
of the average youngster were wonder- who remained unconvinced, and these
ful, as can be proved by shining ex- watched Spinal with awe for days,
amples throughout the breadth of Can- maintaining to the end that his sur-
ada and the United States to this day. vival was due alone to "his iron con-
"Spinal Maginnis" was perhaps the stitution."
most unique nickname in the school, His next exploit led Chummy to call
and had to be explained to all new him "Inbad the sailor."
boys. It started with a heated dis- The Scottish farmers of the district
cussion on diseases. had brought to their new homes direct
"This spinal Maginnis," he was in- from Robbie Burns' country not only
forming the backroom, "is the worst such fragrantly suggestive names as
thing you can get," when Chummy Dumfries, Ayr and Doon, but also
Jones, philosopher and critic, let loose much thrift. This was evidenced in
at him a stream of withering invective the construction of their fences. These
to the effect that he could not go on were in short lengths, which were taken
forever defying in this reckless manner down each year and anchored flat with
the supreme authority of the land, the stones before the Grand River rose in
English vocabulary. If we failed to the spring floods. Spinal, whom Gab-
maintain the purity of the language by had called "blood-thirsty Ber-
we might as well become Frenchmen, serker," because he was taking great
or even as our poor friend Yankee, who satisfaction in a very moderate flow of
was not to blame for the misfortune blood from his cut finger, pointed out
of his birth. But for a British subject that these fences were just the thing
who daily treated our common speech for a "Bear Seeker" expedition.
with outrageous violence, some fitting Ten small boys were soon careering
punishment must be devised. That down the foaming stream on a raft.
same revered institution which he had It was glorious while it lasted. Gabby
so often attempted to murder was now parodied the familiar lines from the
about to mark him for life in a manner second reader and shouted: u " _j! li j;
which would always recall his most
flagrant crime. Thenceforward he " Hurrah for the rapid that merrily, merrily
Bears us along on our half holiday. *1
should be known as Spinal Maginnis, Now we have entered it, cheerily, cheerily,
and Spinal he was. Mingling our lives with its treacherous
Positive genius more fittingly de- spray."
—
JOHN PATRICK MACKENZIE 105
Then Show-
inoflf, follo^\'ing
his unfortunate
destiny, must
impersonate a
chief of the
Caughnawagas
running the La-
chine rapids,
waving mean-
while a paddle
of driftwood.
Of course, he
had to lose his
balance and fall
heavily on the
weakest spot of
the raft, which
touched a rock
at the same mo-
ment and im-
mediately "went
to pieces. It
was more
little
than a jump to
shore, and it
was probably
by a stretch of
ima gination
that each one
seriously assur-
ed the others
that he "had
to swim for it,"
for all were yet
"
creek boys
and could
scarcely s"wim a
few strokes,
even when unim- "MACKENZIES FOR SHOWEEN OFF, MACPHAIRSONS FOR DE IL MA CAUR
A CLEAR CASE OF HEREDITY
peded by clothes.
As they made tracks for Dr. Tassie's when the one vaingloriously waved his
house, they agreed, by consent of all bonnet from the fence top, and, losing
but the two on whom the aphorism his balance, fell over on the wTong side,
reflected, that their plight was entirely the other, without hesitation, charged
due to "MacKenzies for shoween off recklessly into the pursuing farmer.
MacPhairsons for de'il ma'caur," for His capture, of course, brought his
had not Spinal suggested the raft and companion to the rescue, and so they
had not Showinoff wrecked it by his were both prisoners.
acting up? Sandy Mtiirhead, who had a strong
The saying had become proverbial vein of curiosity which ran into humor,
in the school from the day in the instead of proceeding at once to thrash
previous term when the two had gone them, as was the custom in such cases,
on an apple expedition together and asked their names. Now, second form
had been collared by the owner of boys of that period at Gait w^ere wont
the orchard. to resort to deception when fairly
It was a clear case of heredity; for cornered, which was one loss among the
. —— —
106 SPINAL MAGINNIS
many gains flogging system
of the word this day, ye micht yet be great
then in Because of this well-
its glory. men. I hae heard that Gladstone had
known trait, the contemporaries of Gaelic ancestors an' Robbie Burns
these two scapegraces were at first as weel."
disposed to discredit the whole story, Then he let them go with a kindly
which hinged on the assertion that they admonition, a paralyzing request to
had given their real names Later, come back "wi' their freends," and
when the facts had been corroborated, also, most marvellous of all, with all
the inconsistency was explained as the apples they had gathered, of which
an accident resulting from great ex- they and their "freends" ate their
citement. fill in the back room that night.
deevairse fauts."
Towards the wintry sea.
There's shouting on the mountain-side,
"Ay," he continued, "ye're Hieland- There's war within the blast
men baith, an' I'll no blame ye for Old faces look upon me
thievin' —
it's in the bluid. Naething Old forms go trooping past,
I hear the pibroch sounding
but the grace o' God can mak' ye Amidst the din of fight,
honest. But, laddies, gin ye but learn And my dim spirit wakes again
to be true in deed as ye hae been in Upon the verge of night.
— '
n J I
J] mT7 ^^0
— —
d d
M 4 a
\
"How's that, Mr. Muirhead?" cried wee bit thing o' his in a deeferent vein.
MacPherson, unable longer to restrain Wattie, come here an' do the drone."
his enthusiasm. A hulking raw-boned youth, who
"Mon, that's gran'," said Sandy, was picking apples near by, came from
but ye 're fechtin' wi' ane anither as his work, nothing loth, and together
usual —Camerons agen Campbells. But they gave, much to MacPherson's
gang on, laddie, it's fine." disgust, this precious duet with a
Next thing ever}' boy had caught faithful imitation of the bagpipes in
the contagion from MacPherson, and the chorus:
was jumping up and down with clenched
"Ta Phairson swore a feud
fists as Gordon shouted the verses: Against ta clan MacTafish,
"Had I been there with sword in hand And marched into ta glen
And fifty Camerons by. To plunder and to rafish.
That day through high Dunedin's streets Naik a-naik a-nyah,
Had pealed the slogan cry. Naik a-naik a-nj^ah ah,
Not all their troops of trampling horse, Naik a-naik a-nyah,
Xor might of mailed men Nyah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-nya h.
Not all the rebels in the South
Had borne us backward then. For he had resolved
Once more his foot on Highland heath To extirpate the vipers
Had trod as free as air, With four and twenty fighting men
Or I, and all who bore my name, And five and thirty pipers."
Been laid around him there!"
At this, a loud sound, as of rapping
"Ay, ay, a prood an' boastfu' on a window, came from the direction
face. Gang on." of the house.
Before he had finished, all, even to "We'll no feenish it. Yon's the
Ir. Muirhead, were surreptitiously guid wife she doesna appreciate that
;
iron bedstead, tie him hand and foot Mrs. Tassie usually kept up a run-{
to the frame, arrayed in his nightgown, ning fire of pleasantries until she left;
and raise him to an upright position. the room, doubtless assuming that the!
After splashing him well with water boys were not so fast- asleep as theyj
from their pitchers, Satan was glad would have her think. But this time^
to forswear all tale bearing; and, to his she was unusually serious. Turning
credit be it said, he made no outcry back in the doorway she said solemnly:!
throughout the ordeal. This impressed "All liars shall with devils dwell,
his inquisitors so favorably that they And many more who cursed and swore,
helped to dry him and clothe him in a And all who did what God forbid." i
fresh nightgown, and soon had him This had quite a depressing effect. |
I
you did miss
your chance to
}
get away —
now's vour "cave, fellows! MRS. tassib's coming!"
-e."
'I know that I want to dodge
don't while conducive to the primitive virtues
Iher," Harry answered, to the amaze- of hardihood, stoicism under sufifering,
ment of all the others. "I never had altruistic self-restraint in tale-bearing,
such a gone feeling before as I had did not encourage the development of
!
under there listening to what Mrs. the more contemplative Christian
'Tassie said." graces such, for instance, as commun-
"Ingrowing conscience; take strap ing with one's conscience.
for it," said Chummy. And in the "I wouldn't dodge her now if it
jfemark the youthful philosopher dis- wouldn't get all you fellows in a row
Dlayed his usual acumen, for the strap, to get caught," persisted Harry, "but
. ;
ten small boys filed into Dr. Tassie's "Kendal green!" '^^'Ol?
study after breakfast, those of the "You heard him say that?"
back room having persuaded the others "Yes, he asked if any of us wore
of the party that what Harry recom- that," were the spontaneous tributes
mended was the square thing. to Dixon-ary's accuracy, and "men in
Mrs. Tassie was standing by the desk buckram" became a gibe from that
but withdrew as they came in, and day.
then they thought that their only "But I was away off about what he
friend had deserted them. For a meant when he said, 'Quite a Falstaff ian
moment they were speechless. Then mystery,' until Dixonary explained
Gabby, with his individual problem about it," said Spinal. "Honest, I
foremost in mind, spoke up. thought he said 'false taffy,' and he
"Please, sir. We all got in down the said 'plump old Jack,' too, and I
river, and our wet clothes are in our thought sure he meant that wigwam
lockers, and Satan is after me." down the track that was forbidden
"What's that?" exclaimed Dr. Tassie since the time Fat Jack Smith got sick
in amazement. smoking there and said it was too much i
"I mean Nixon, sir. He wants mine taffy. I made sure you fellows that
out so his skates and axe won't rust, reported 'down the track' would get
and please, sir, can I take them to the licked on suspicion of going there." j
usually his prelude to pronouncing garry caps and pea jackets, about a|
sentence. "His axe and skates to the dozen, he thought, who, he said, had I
kitchen? What do you mean, sir?" stolen his fences and floated them down
"No, sir, I mean my wet things, the river. Am I to understand that
please, sir." you are the culprits?"
A light seemed to dawn upon "Old "Yes, sir," all replied promptly.
Bill." "By all means let your Glen- "Then, by paying fifteen cents each,
garry caps and pea jackets be dried," once a week from now until the end
and with the grim smile which was of the term, you will be able, I believt
called "fiendish," he continued: "Or to liquidate his claim, which amoun;
did any of you by chance wear buck- to twelve dollars. Jones, do you sec
ram or Kendal green? Marry, but that this is attended to. And I must
methinks either would ill stand wet- say, MacPherson, that your correc
ting." report of your whereabouts yesterda
As Harry Dixon, "The Dixon-ary," afternoon was consistent with what
afterwards explained, he referred to the Mr. Muirhead told me some time ag'
scene in Shakespeare's King Henry of your conduct when questioned as t
Fourth where Fat Jack Falstaff claims your name, and has pleased me greath
that he and his companions fdught "That will do. You may go," wa
with eleven men in buckram and three the amazing conclusion of this un
in Kendal green, when in reality they precedented interview.
ran from only two all told. It was a stunned party that stai
No doubt Dr. Tassie meant that the gered upstairs, gazing open-eyed int
farmer's story of a dozen boys in Glen- each other's faces. They could scarci
garry caps and pea jackets must be a ly believe the evidence of their owi
regular Falstaflfian whopper, provided senses. In fact, one humourist wa
the boys' reports could be believed, as pinching the palms of his hands an(
JOHN PATRICK MACKENZIE 111
IN THE TWILIGHT
BY W. D. NESBIT
WHEN
the
the children come home
and the
field street,
in the twilight, come home froi
Come home from the paths that have tempted the recklessly bra^
little feet,
Come home from the sun and the shadow, come home with thei
laughter or tears,
They find in the home-place a balsam for all of their frets and thei|
fears.
The lamplight gives all of them welcome; not one will be turnec
from the door
Their footsteps make merriest music as softly they trip on the floorJ
And sheltering arms creep around them and fingers of love drive awa)]
The stains of the tears and the frownings that somehow have come
with the day.
I wonder and wonder and wonder if we with our codes and our creeds]!
If we with our jeers and our judgments of words and of dreams an(j
of deeds, I
of being the sixth white woman in the getting a medal from the Provincial
settlement. This does not include Exhibit; she did all her own work —
the Gray Nuns, who had a Mission and cooking for more than a half dozen
there, as they had in Winnipeg. hungry mouths is not child's play;
she nursed her brood
through scarlet fever,
whooping cough, chicken
pox and all nationalities
of measles with only com-
mon sense to guide her —
if we except an almanac
maybe, in the back of
which were "Helps and
Suggestions for Young
Mothers." There was one
whole year when she never
set foot beyond the con-
fines of her own yard, and
there were nights without
number when she fell upon
her bed too exhausted to
remove her home-made
clothing.
Yet to-day she looks as
young as her daughters
"Howdo you do it?" the
interviewer asked.
Mrs. Oliver took the com-
pliment gracefully. "I
suppose I had a good con-
stitution to begin with,
and then as soon as the
worst was over I felt my
spirits rebound and en-
joyed myself until 'the
MRS. FRANK OLIVER, NEE HARRIET DUNLOP, IN THE RAWING next time.'
ROOM OF THE OLIVERS' OTTAWA HOME
This is not a very satis-
Mrs. Oliver attended the first school fying explanation nor an easy receipt
in Winnipeg, which was a log shack to follow for eternal youth, but it is
presided over by the sombrely-clad, probably the cause of it in the present
gentle-voiced sisters-; she saw the first instance, for there is a perpetually
paper started in the west a funny — vivifying atmosphere emanating from
little sheet edited by her husband, Mrs. Oliver which one must see to
printed on a hand press, and revelling understand.
in the dignified name of the Bulletin; "Did you not want to get away from
she welcomed the first doctor to Ed- it all?" she was asked.
monton, and was in many other ways "Of course I did! I used to think
distinctly a "pioneer woman." on the blue days that if I did not get
If ever a wife worked for her hus- away I would go raving mad. But
band, she is that one! Electioneering where was there to go ? We were poor
and stumping at garden parties among and could not take the family, neither
the convivial political lights of the could I leave them behind. Mr. Oliver
day? Not a bit of it! She bore her was nearly always away, in the sum-
—
children ^and there were many ^with — mer going to Winnipeg for his supplies
only the services of an Indian woman as — it took three months to accomplish
nurse; she made their clothes and her the trip and in winter he was election-
;
MADGE MACBETH 115
eering and attending to
his paper. I can truth-
With barely a step across the thres- does not identify herself with this one
hold one is projected into the red-
carpeted halib ^f the Main Parliament
faction, having many
— —
perhaps her
warmest friends in other circles. It
Building and thence into the Senate is a literal fact that "she goes every-
—
Chamber itself into the very heart of where," and the telephone never ceases
Canadian Government and politics its tuneful jingle from nine o'clock in
but in the Speaker's apartment Mrs. the morning until much worse than that
Kerr has shed about her an atmosphere at night.
of the sweetness and the peace of a Possessed of an unlimited energy
Home! and a boundless power to enjoy herself,
Another of the home-making and Mrs. Chambers is an ideal guest and
domestic Madam Honorables is Mrs. an ideal hostess. If she ever looks at
Ernest Chambers, the wife of Captain the clock and says, "Bother the tea, I
Ernest Chambers, gentleman usher of wish I had not promised to pour some-
the Black Rod. Fish and fowl and thing!" no one is the wiser. She never
—
good red herring that's what Mrs. answers the telephone with the un-
Chambers is! mistakable air of one who says inward-
She combines a lively social instinct ly, "Well, what do you want, nowf"
with old-fashioned domesticity of no —
That is she did, only once!
mean order; she can make
the kind of It was at the beginning of the season,
ginger bread your mother used to bake, when hostesses vied with each other
and give a delightful tea or luncheon to get in their particular "spoke" be-
with equal ease she can make over last
; fore someone else, and Sleep sat shiver-
summer's clothes and appear as amiable ing and neglected far, far off waiting
after three hours' cutting and piecing for an introduction, that Mrs. Chambers
as after a highly enjoyable entertain- came in from a bridge party along o'
ment. Always bright and pleasant, the wee sma' hours with no desire in
she seems to have escaped the boredom, life half so keen as that for rest. She
118
MADGE MACBETH 119
point to many an artistic bit of fancy THE BEGINNING OF THE EDMONTON BULLETIN
work which she has made; at Christ- A photograph of Mr. Oliver's p)ap)er, "The Bulletin."
This sheet was about seven byfive inches in size, ana
mas time she has time to dress a doll was printed Edmonton, N. W. T., on December
in
20th, 1880. The firm of .Taylor & Oliver issued it
most elaborately; and yet, like the weekly from December to May at $2.00 a year.
truly busy person, she always has time.
In sickness, or trouble, or even the Fun, jokes, good times ^)'es!—In
blues, call on Mrs. Chambers! No fact, she often resents the restrictions
matter how thick and fast teas may be convention places upon perfectly harm-
coming, she can always make time to lessamusements and longs for a '"lark."
go to you. But further than that ^no — ! She would
Her outlook upon life is healthy, not understand how men and women
true and high, and because there is no could be false to their highest ideals;
room in her make-up for sin or evil, how they must look outside the orbit
she is slow in attributing ignoble of uprightness for savour to life. There
motives to others. Although not blind would be fewer scandals, fewer
in an ignorant way, to things she sees divorces, fewer bankruptcies, and fewer
about her, she looks only for the best, work-bound husbands if the years
and never allows scandal to be re- turned out more women like Mrs.
peated to her. Chambers.
The Gilded Rancher
By Frank Giolma
Illustrated by V. L. Barnes
W E
Timber-cruiser
can
er's
make
the Gilded Ranch-
by night, if you want to
keep on pegging," suggested
'
or a piece of bark roofing across two was that lightly acquired knowledge
fallen trees, and as we were more than that stepped in and turned McCarthy
a day's journey still from the settle- into the surest timber-cruiser on the
ment of Happy Valley, I had resigned Pacific Coast.
myself to another sleep in the rank We had been away up on the feet of
dampness of the forest. the mountains, spying out some grand
120
FRANK GIOLMA 121
father married money, but it was for- the ambition of all our younger sons.'
tunately settled on his -wiie. She is " 'Then you've got to put a little
alive to-day, and is a very rich woman. ginger into your work,' I said, 'or you
There are just the three of us left, my won't be worth your freight home.
grandmother, my cousin and myself. And now it's past midnight, and as I've
My grandmother holds our futures in been on the trail since sunrise, we'll
her hands, and she is an ambitious turn in.'
woman. She it was who paid for my "I staved a week, and we worked
cousin's and my own education, and like chipmunks in the fall. Tarbell
even sent me on a trip TARBELL, you're MAK:N3 A MESS OF THIS.
round the world. A COOX COULD SEE BY DAYLIGHT THAT
" 'As the head of the you've XEVEK BEEN' AMON'G THE
TALL TIMBER BEFORE"
family I have always been
given the preference, but
have not made good. Am^-
way, after I had gone
through Oxford, and wan-
dered about Europe with
out doing anything, not
even getting into a row,
my grandmother gave me \^,
a lecture.
" 'She was sorr\', she
said, that I was the head
of the family, as I was a
fool. She had always
feared it, but now she
knew it. Still, she must
make the best of things,
and so, before cutting me
off, and placing all her
hopes on my cousin, she
would give me one more
chance. I must go to
Canada. British Columbia wasn't much good at any
was the country where job, but he was willing,
men made money, and and his spirits rose so qtiick-
lived as men should. I ly that I didn't want to
must go there and get '
I leave when the time came.
hardened. When she wanted me she I had to, but promised to drop in
would write, and that wovdd be within again soon and see how he was mak-
three years, as she was getting an old ing out.
woman, and wanted to see her money "I picked up a neat little cocker
winning glory for the family. spaniel pup in Vancouver. If a man
" 'I obeyed her orders, as I have has got to live alone he should have a
always done. What else can I do dog. When I called in on Tarbell
when I am practically dependent on about a month later, I brought the
her for every cent I have ? I know no dog.
trade or business. Here you see me, " 'Say,' I said, 'here's a dog I want
and here I must remain until mv you to keep for me; he's too young to
grandmother writes for me to go home go up into the bush. If I'm away
again. As for tr)-ing to get a position when you leave, take him to the Valley
in a store, my grandmother would cut Saloon, and ask old Sam to keep him
me right off, I know, if I did so. Of until I come back.'
course, ranching is quite another thing. "I felt kind of happier after that.
You know what it sounds like in Eng- Now at least. I thought, he has some-
land. To wear the sombrero is still thing living to speak to, and some-
124 THE GILDED RANCHER
thing, too, that can speak to him. In "I had heard he was leaving on the
the matter of dogs I'm like Nick next day's boat, and as his shack came
Cumings. He says that it isn't that in view I saw him through the open
dogs can't talk, but that men are too door busily nailing down the lid of a
ignorant to understand them. large packing case. The Gilded Ran-
"When I returned to the Valley cher was certainly going to quit.
again, after two months in the bush, " 'My word, I'm glad to see you,' he
I heard that the Gilded Rancher was said. 'My grandmother wants me to
going back to England, and had been go home, and I'm off to-morrow.
down in the settlement asking for me. Hurrah for the Old Country! Yet
So I went off to his place, and before I I'm sorry in some ways, for I'm getting
came to his clearing, I guessed the keen on the life, and I'll have to leave
reason for his trip, for he was singing at "Stumpy." McCarthy, he is the great-
the top of his voice. est pup ever. Now, I'm going to ask
a favor. Of course, the pup is yours,
but he knows me, and I don't want to
part with him. Will you keep him
until I'm settled in England? When
I'm fixed there, you send him across,
and I'll give you this ranch in exchange.
Is it a go?'
"Of course I him that the dog
told
was his, and that would look after
I
him. But seeing, after
a lot of talk, that he
was set on the deal, I
agreed to take the place,
on condition that noth-
ing was done in the
matter until he was
settled for life with his
grandmother.
"I saw him on to the
boat the next morning.
He was like a kid going
home for the holidays.
But he nearly broke
down and cried when
he said good-bye to
Stumpy, and by hell, sir,
the dog didthe same.
"Then Stumpy and I
went up into the forest,
and the dog soon began
to forget his sorrow in
the excitement of guard-
ing camp when the night
is pulsing with Hfe. Only
in his dreams he would
sometimes sob, for it is
then that a dog remem-
THE GIRL WAS THE EL-JEST bers.
DAUGHTER OK A RICH MIH- "I heard pretty regu-
LAND M A N U F ACTU.'iER.
THEV HAD THE SHEKELS larly from Tarbell for
AND WANTED IHE NAME.
nearly two years, and
always a message for
Stumpy.' Then he
FRANK GIOLMA 125
man's misery. I hung around on one daughter of the hmse. Then the'
excuse and another for three weeks, Gilded Rancher wrote to his grand-.'
as I was scared for the fellow's reason. mother one of those psalms of joy that)
When I did leave I got four or five of men write only once. '
the settlers to promise to come up and "He was recalled, and his grand-
see him. Nick Cumings made the mother stormed, cajoled and raved,
Gilded Rancher go and stay with him but failing to break his will in this one
for two weeks, and then came and repaid thing, cut him ofiF, and his cousin
the visit uninvited. Nick always was Claude reigned in his stead.
a funny devil. He told me afterwards "Tarbell awoke to find his lov<
that he made a bet with himself that dream shattered. The girl had n(
he would make Tarbell laugh. He lost, money, and the Gilded Rancher bareh
and he said that for weeks afterwards three hundred a year. Also, she wa^
he would find himself lying awake o' delicate, and he was too true a man t(
nights listening for Tarbell to sob in ask her to come out with him, knowin.i
his sleep. that he could never make a hom(
"It was nearly two years before I worthy of her.
FRANK GIOLMA 127
"He had not actually told his love, dour story, and I always fear the end,
so he did the only thing he could, the thing I shall see when I go to the
crept back to his shack in the forest Gilded Rancher's shack on one of my
to live alone with his sorrow. Other visits."
men would have snapped their fingers "We went about another mile before
in the old beldame's face, and tighten- we sighted the shack. The evening
ing their belts, cut out a home for the was closing in, the sky- hea\'y with
girl, laughing all the time. threatening rain clouds. Large drops
"But the Gilded Rancher had not of rain fell now and again like great
got the nerve, grit, call it what you tears. As we came nearer a dog barked
will, and I thank God that he did not •v^ithin the shack, and we heard people
marry the girl, thinking that he could talking. As we stopped, a girl laughed.
win. Then the door opened, and a man
"Since then he has lived in his shack. looked out. He saw us and came
He has not attempted to clear any forward quickly.
more land, and the savor of life has "Hullo, McCarthy," he said, "you've
gone out of him. I always go there in come in the nick of time. I've just
the spring, and together we fix up a been telling my grandmother and Miss
garden. Whenever he goes down into Crawford about you. Come right in."
the settlement there is a fight among An old lady was sitting in the easy
the farmers as to whose guest he shall chair, and a slim, dark-eyed girl stand-
be. You see, every child in the valley ing by the stove cooking supper.
loves him, and dogs follow him wherever There were two large corded boxes
he goes." near the door. We were all soon seated
McCarthy stopped speaking, and at supper.
seeing that he had finished his story, " Well, McCarthy," Tarbell said
I said, during the meal, "as I am off home
- "That's a sad biography as it stands, again I want you to take this ranch as
but I can add another incident to it. a souvenir of our friendship."
You mentioned a Claude Tarbell. For answer, McCarthy turned to the
About three months ago I saw a notice old lady. "Will you guarantee, ma'am,
of his death in a London paper. Read- that he won't want it back again to
ing between the lines, it was easy to live on?" he asked.
:ess that the overdose of sulphonel "Well," she replied, "as Miss Craw-
.nat was the cause had not been taken ford and he are going to be married
accidentally. It appeared to have been and intend settling down in the old
a choice between that and exposure familv home, I think I can safelv do
about some company with which he that.''
as connected." Stump}', sitting on a chair near Miss
"Well," McCarthy replied, "it's a Crawford, wagged his tail
^RD Bo WS^CTERWORTH
ILLUSTRATED BY PERCY EDWARD Af
SYNOPSIS
The report comes in to the Montreal papers that several mysterious murders have
occurred in the North Shore woods, and the Indians believe some evil spirit in the shape of
a wolf is responsible for them. At first little attention is paid to the "scare," but when a
hard-headed millionaire leaves his summer cottage and says his wife has been nearly fright-
ened out of her reason by the sight of a mysterious Thing That Limps prowling about the
house, the newspapers send representatives to cover the story. Four men and one woman
reporter meet on the ground, and under chaperonage of the millionaire's housekeeper take
possession of his luxurious cottage, prepared to enjoy a "soft assignment." They learn that
all the Indians are leaving the country, and that, as one farmer puts it, "they's some-
thin' we don't know about up here," but are inclined to think the panic unfounded.
CHAPTER V. —
rooms and the big leather lounge on
THERE was no delay in any of the
party's getting to sleep that
which he stretched himself, to gaze out
upon the moonlit waters, marked by
night. The very stillness of the the sparkle of the waves, was extremely
northern air, broken only by the rust- comfortable. Years before he could
ling of the wind through the surround- recollect some such scenes in his native
ing trees and the dull sound of the lake land, and it was while thinking of these
from below the bluff, where the waves that he finally drifted away into
beat steadily on the shore, making a slumber.
muffled boom that acted as a soporific, Brady remained awake the longest.
was enough in itself to insure slumber, Like Swanson, he had decided not to
even at that unusually early hour. In choose one of the bedrooms wherein
one of the wings on the first floor. to sleep. But he picked for his place
Thompson and Emmett chose a room of rest the big sofa which stood under
with two beds, and within a few min- the gallery of the main room. Here
utes after rolling between the covers he could look out on the broad expanse
they were asleep. Swanson chose a of moon-washed waters, and could also
small apartment on the opposite side watch the dull embers of the big fire I
of the house with a luxurious lounge as they slowly faded and passed away, j
therein, and after being plentifully He placed his revolver beneath his j
supplied by Mrs. Lawson with the pillow and advised his companions to !
party that the young countn-men en- she said. "We ought to be back before
gaged as deputies were making the two o'clock if we are to compare notes
occasion more of a frolic through the and get to the wire in time."
woods than anything else. "We ought to have brought an
"The keeps us covering the
sheriff auto," remarked Brady in an amused
territory pretty well," he said, "but tone to Morton, as he noted the calm
would you want anything softer than lethargy of the animal he was to ride.
knockin' ofiE work and ridin' around "That horse looks as if he isn't awake
in the open this time of year? The now."
county gets set back SI -25 each day But the application of a stout switch
for every one of us and we get our keep from the nearest birch proved
at the houses as we go along." active in making the horse move
Their horses were found peacefully less leisurely, and Brady thoroughly
grazing in the enclosed lot behind the enjoyed the ride through the woods
house, which Mrs. Lawson explained sniffing at the odor of the leaves
had been intended to be turned into now commencing to fall, and the
the family kitchen garden the next clean, spicy smell in the crisp morn-
year, and Thompson led Nora's bay ing air. When a stretch of the pines
horse to the steps of the porch. would be reached, the odor of their
"Get right on," he said, "and take needles filled the air. As the deputy
a ride with me." had said, it was indeed worth while to
"Surely not," cried Brady, "come on be riding about under such conditions.
over and see our nearest neighbor with It was a ride of four or five miles as
almond eyes. He's the interesting Brady estimated it before they finally
feature." turned into the side road which led
"Better go down toward the village back toward the lake from which they
with me," said Swanson hastily. "It's had been gradually drawing awav on
a beautiful view along the bluflf." the main track. With the usual liber-
It was Nora who settled the dispute ality of the countr}-man in the matter
which instantly arose by deciding to of distances, the deputy had allowed
go with Thompson. She realized that a good addition to every mile. But
she ought not to go alone through the Brady would not have cared if it had
woods.
"I think you've got the loute where
we're more apt to pick up this matter,"
his horse's neck, slung in a sack, and bers of the Brandt family had left their
there was a shriek of laughter when it equipment behind, and the temperature
was found nearly all the eggs were was ideal for the game. The grounds,
broken. Enough remained to give an which had been deserted the previous
ample dinner, hovtever. There was no day, now resounded with laughter and
need to hurry over the repast, and the the sound of the balls as they thudded
meal passed off in leisurely fashion, about the court, each player making
Brady's assortment of canned fruits remarks meant to be humorously sat-
being received with great approval. irical on the lack of skill shown by the
"It's a bit late for the berry season," others.
said Mrs. Lawson, "but I'll ride over "Isn't it glorious up here?" cried
to the Blagdons' to-morrow and can Nora, panting, as she rested from one
get you a supply of home-made pre- set, her brown hair blowing about her
serves there, iT one of vou will lend me face, "we can even get a lot of golf
— —
EDWARD B. WATERWORTH 135
clubs out of the cuddy under the hall. "Well," said Emmett, yawning, re-
It's just right for golf. And even if fusing to be enthusiastic, "I'm going
"
Mr. Brandt didn't have time to put to
in his links, we can make a little one But Swanson, who had stepped to
for ourselves." the door and opened it to get a fare-
In spite of their recent meal, the well breath of the cool night air, sud-
exercise of the afternoon had made denly turned sharply.
them all hungry, even Emmett doing "Hush! What's ' that?" he ex-
full justice to the spread when they claimed.
gathered around the lamp-lit table. With one accord they stepped hur-
Xora had lighted the big piano lamps riedly toward the door. Over the
and those swung from the rafters, and noise of the breeze a sound came to
the soft lights thrown by their tinted their ears which was not of the night
shades, combined with the ruddy glow a dull thudding for which they could
of the fire, made the room as cozy a not account. Then, as the gust of
place as could be found. The mere fitful wind died down to almost a com-
fact that a sharp wind arose from the plete calm, the sound changed sud-
lake, making the porch too cool to sit denly to a furious but distant rattle.
on in the fall air, emphasized the com- The party glanced at each other with
fort of their room as it whistled around wide open eyes.
the house. "It's a galloping horse and he turned
"I guess that wind sounds weird from the road on to that gravel drive,"
enough when one is alone in the dark said Swanson calmly, his hand behind
woods on a night like this," said Swan- the door and grasping Thompson's
son, glancing out at the clouds which rifle which stood there, "and he's com-
were commencing to scud slowly across ing his hardest."
the moon; "we're going to have rain — —
"Oh, is it is it oh, do you suppose
soon. Inside here, the mere moaning it can be Mr. Brady?" gasped Xora.
of that wind makes one feel better." The same thought had struck them
Cards and music made the time pass all, and Swanson's lips curled back
rapidly, and it was only as it became grimly as he stepped to the porch to
more and more impossible to stifle get in the shadow where he could see
their yawns that they finally looked at more clearly. "If it's Brady ,"
each other and laughed. he muttered.
"Can't help it if it is only eight- All the party had left their weapons
thirty," said Emmett, "I admit I'm lying on the lounge where Brady had
tired. I'd like to get to bed, and T slept, and they slipped quickly back
think I'll turn in." and grasped them.
"I'm right about the rain being on "Stand back from the door, Miss
the way," said Swanson, pointing out Westemonde and Mrs. Lawson," said
of the window. "See those clouds up Thompson, then stepped outside into
there." the shadow beside Swanson.
When they had first seated them- But the desperately flying hoofs were
selves, the sky had been illumined by a already thundering up the drive to
moon so brilliant that it seemed as if the house door, and as the furiously
it was shining down from some huge ridden and exhausted horse dashed out
reflector setin the center of a vast into the circle of fitful moonhght A-ith
mirror in which the stars were dimmed a figure crouched on its back, all, with
and shone but faintly. Now, hurn'- a gasp of relief, saw that the animal
ing down on the wind, came clouds was dark in color, while Brady had de-
not heavy, but in small groups, one parted on his grey.
of which passed over the face of the There was no time for thought, how-
rb, showing a significant facing of ever. Ridden to the vers- foot of the
jlack as it crossed. Swanson walked porch at such a
stairs leading to the
to the frontu-indow and looked out. gaitthat it could not stop, but slid
"Many's the time I've seen it just with a crash into the portico, the
this wav across the water." he said. animal was unable to keep its feet and
136 THE SCARLET STRAND
rolled over with a gasp. And at the pered like a child. His big country-
same minute, as if impelled by some man's frame was shaking as though he
violent force from the rear, the figure had palsy, and in the light from the
on its back sprang erect and fairly window it could be seen that it was
hurtled up the steps —
only to be met bathed in sweat, in spite of the chill of
by the tall frame of Swanson, who with the night, while the corners of his
the muzzle of his rifle advanced and mouth jerked convulsively.
his finger on the trigger, propped off "Emmett, stay with the women,"
the impact with ease, his heavy body ordered Swanson, jerking the rifle
hardly quivering under the collision from Thompson's hand and leaping
which sent the form down gasping. over the railing of the porch, "if any-
"Cover him with your gun, Thomp- thing is there " His voice died
son," said vSwanson calmly, handing away in the crunching of his shoes on
the weapon behind him to where the gravel walk as he ran toward the
Thompson, slipping his pistol into his drive by which Morton had come.
pocket, grasped it, "let's look at our "Around the other way, Thompson,"
guest." yelled Emmett, "there may be some-
But he had hardly placed a hand on thing coming from that side or behind !"
the collar of the man, who lay half way The photographer's lethargy had
in the shadow, than he started back dropped from him now. With a single
with astonishment. leap he jumped inside the door, grasp-
"Why, it's Morton," he cried. ing the shotgun from the lounge, and
"Speak up, man! What's the matter? spoke rapidly to the two frightened
Hurr\'' up and tell us!" women. The deputy had darted into
But, gasping from his flight and the the room behind him with another
shock of dashing against the muzzle whimper of fright, and Emmett paused
of the rifle, the deputy could only sob just long enough to take from his
excitedly. shaking hand a revolver, which he un-
"Oh, let me in, let me in! I've seen cocked and slipped into his own pocket.
it —is that it?" and with a hysterical "If you rode through the dark that
hand pointed at the roadway he whim- way with this thing at full cock," he
said, "you needn't be afraid
of an3^thing. There's some
providence watching over
you. Miss Westemonde, you
and Mrs. Lawson get be-
hind that screen where you
can't be seen from the out-
side. Turn out the piano
lamp when you get there."
He Ihad already slammed
two shells into the double
barrel and snapped it shut.
"I '11 [be right here if you
need me," he said reassur-
ingly as he stepped to the
porch, "I'm just going to
cover up any retreat that's
needed." And he raised the
gun as footsteps sounded on
the ^grass, coming at a run
from the rear. It was Thomp-
son.
"Tve circuited the house
as far back as the arbor,"
he panted. "There's no! a
'but WHEN-'He'CAPE flapped BACK>R0M its face, ISAW 1 F'^n'T
Must I be desolated
Because one man's untrue,
And like a decent lady
Weep tears and wear the rue?
Not I! the dream is over.
Ivock rose and ring away.
And, glad to bear free heart again,
Go singing in fair day.
TBkiTirffP'^"^'-'!
139
Squinting Through Transits
In The Selkirk Range
By Nathan A. Bowers
"--^RED, I say, Fred." Hal came with something in his kindly blue eyes
preciated the great responsibility en- quickened as the call of the hills
trusted to the chief of the party. Mr. stirred within.
Wilson was holding earnest conversa- When Mr. Wilson gave the word to
tion with the transitman and leveller, start the boys took their places in the
and on the faces of these three there littlecavalcade with keen pleasure
was stamped the quiet, untiring energ}^ for they were experienced horsemen
that marks the "Empire Builder" of and with Francois at the head of his
the west. It seemed to Hal and Fred pack train the party moved away from
as if these men across the aisle, now so the last of civilization that they were
intently follo-vsing an unmarked trail to see for months.
on the map, opened to them the portal From North Bend the trail follows
of a new world wherein they might up the general course of the Eraser,
enter only if they coiild attain the stan- across one hundred and seventy-five
dard of excellence demanded of a true miles of ruggedness to the Chilcotin
modern pioneer. Creek Station, and to this point Fran-
Thus, with a broader interest in the cois was taking a consignment of sup-
proposed work, they climbed down to plies. From Chilcotin the actual work
the station platform at North Bend of the survey would commence this—
with every faculty eager to make good —
was in 1909 the party heading for
from the very outset. Fort George, and before this time Mr.
Mr. Wilson was at once met by a Wilson hoped to get the boys "broken
trim little French- Canadian dressed in in" to the surveyor's camp life. He
blue shirt, corduroys and laced boots, had hesitated before listing two new
who was introduced to the boys as men for so long and rough a trip, but
Francois Payne. Later it developed the remainder of the party were all
that Francois was a sort of assistant seasoned mountaineers, and Warren
to Mr. Wilson and superintendent of had highly recommended the boys for
transportation and supplies. Just now this work.
he was assuring the chief that all had The young surveyor has much to
been arranged and that the pack train learn on his first trip afield, but if he
cotild start at once "if monsieur was in has the true spirit of the pathfinder
readiness." he will meet the hardships cheerfully
"Monsieiir" was only too anxious to and draw from the life a keen, live
be off, and as it only remained to load pleasure never felt by the most suc-
the personal outfit of the party, every- cessfuloffice man. Mr. Wilson was
body, including the two hostlers and always ready with a word of advice
two tapemen -R-ith Francois, set willing- or (irection to the boys, and they
ly to work to get away from the settle- quickly fell into the camp routine.
ment before nightfall. Hal and Fred The party moved rapidly, and as the
lent a hand where they could, and men were none too many for the ntmi-
watched closely the unfamiliar process ber of horses the days were busy ones
of packing the instruments on the indeed, but the fresh spring air was
ponies and cinching each securely with
,
sweet in the nostrils, and it seemed
the diamond hitch. good to be alive, to push on always
At least for two pair of eyes there deeper into the heart of nature and
hung over all the preparation the at- to camp each night under the free,
mosphere of adventure, but unmindful limitless dome of heaven.
of this the men went quietly about their The weather held clear, good pro-
work with the calm assurance of long gress was made, and Francois often
experience. Hal and Fred looked expressed the general spirit of the party
about them, at the score of patiently in a rollicking song which would break
waiting pack-horses, the group of the silence of some rocky canyon and
saddle ponies, and lastly toward the echo back a cheering call. Sometimes
almost unknown •v\'ilderness into which at the camp fire he would tell of the
their trail led, and they felt that there long and careful search for the best
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to the northward lay the opportunities route from the Yellowhead Pass
of a lifetime, and again their pulses through that vast sea of moimtains
142 SQUINTING THROUGH TRANSITS IN THE SELKIRK RANGE
which bars the prairies from the Pa- the draughting until now it could be
cific, and at such times he always had entrusted entirely to his care.
two eager Hsteners. Francois had Thus the Ft. George people saw in
long been in the employ of the Grand this party simply another band of
Trunk Pacific as a packer, and he knew "pathfinders" that they knew as a
of all the hardihood and dauntless hardy, capable class of men, and when
courage that had carried the engineers the corps was divided and a portion
first along one stream and then another sent out on the main line with the names
in the determination to locate an ideal of Wilson, Taylor and Conroy in the
line across the backbone of the conti- important positions, the matter caused
nent. no comment. Francois, always on the
When the party reached the Chilcotin trail with his supply train, was heading
Station, and Mr. Wilson rallied his up the Fraser to meet Chief Engineer
littlecrew for the serious business of Vance, and so it was with Francois
the season, there were no "green again in the lead that Hal and Fred set
hands" among his men. out on a new and more important
Hal and Fred had learned their part —
mission the work on the main line
in the camp life remarkably well, and of which they had heard from Francois
it only remained for them to take up with such spellbound interest.
a new phase of a familiar line of work. Four days they rode eastward,
camping nightly in open valleys, where
there was feed for the horses, and from
Toward the end of June the little daylight to dark hurrying ever onward
settlement at Fort George supply sta- beside the boisterous Fraser. Arriv-
tion turned out to see a party of sur- ing at Goat Creek Station, Francois
veyors "tie up" the survey of the Van- and his men continued on, leaving Mr.
couver branch line with the main Wilson's party of seven to take up the
trunk route. As the tapeman called work of re-running the line from that
out the last plus to a stake of the main point to where they should meet Vance.
line, a cheer rose from the little band At first Mr. Wilson watched the boys
of watchers, and a few hours later the carefully to hold them down to the
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first or transit party joined in another more exact requirements of the main
hearty greeting as the level party came line, but knowing that young surveyors
up and read the check elevation on do not often reach positions of trust
the final "Bench Mark." The leveller so quickly, they kept such careful
carefully recorded the reading and then check on their work that he soon left
gave voice to three full-toned answer- all routine to them.
ing cheers that could never have come The evenings were occupied in copy-
— —
from the Hal for this was Hal of the ing notes and plotting the line run that
Seattle office. The chief smiled in- day, but there were odd moments in
dulgently at the young leveller's en- which the chief could talk with his
thusiasm, for in the bronzed features two trusted assistants, and together
and sturdy form he saw a man in every they discussed the wonderful possibil-
way superior to the lad of Warren's ities of the country to be opened up by
recommendation. the new road. Mr. Wilson was of the
There had been many difficulties in opinion that even though careful pros-
the long run from Chilcotin; they had pecting developed no rich mineral
encountered some bad weather, spring deposits, the road would undoubtedly
floods had barred the progress of the make possible great low-grade ore i
work, and in crossing the Fraser near enterprises, such as were started in the i
Quesnell the original leveller had met Kootenay district when the railroad
with an accident and returned to came. Thus far little prospecting had
North Bend with the supply train. been done, and it was only known that
Like Hal, Fred had also developed the region was mineralized to some
into a clear-eyed, competent master extent.
of the surveyor's field life, and little As the long July days browned the
by little had helped Mr. Wilson with grass of the open slopes, the party
NATHAN A. BOWERS 143
made to answer at least in part for the chantment, Fred turned toward Hal,
survey which the weather had pre- and speaking in a voice full of feeling,
vented. At once Mr. Wilson sent a quietly expressed his determination to
report to headquarters in Edmonton refuse that Seattle offer and to remain
asking for orders, and Hal wrote Mr. here in the land he had learned to love.
Warren telling of the completion of the Instantly his hand was in Hal's strong
season's work. All three then set to grip, and in the eyes of the two friends
work to convert the land office data there shone the light of a mutual
into railroad form and await word from understanding.
their respective chiefs. Mr. Wilson had evidently been await-
The reply from Warren was highly ing something, and he now drew out an
complimentary'-, reminding them that official envelope and handed the boysj
such rapid rise was extremely unusual. a typewritten sheet. At the bottom;
He offered them the best positions in was the signature of Chief Engineer
railroad work that the firm then con- Vance. The body of the letter contained
trolled, and mentioned that as they directions to Mr. Wilson, but the lastj
were now both of age, they might make paragraph stated that there was roomi
any other choice they wished. All in the Prince Rupert office for Mr.i
through the work in the hills the boys Taylor and Mr. Conroy if they cared
had taken it as a matter of course to accept positions there until next
that they would return to the Seattle season's field parties were made up.
office when the season's work was over, For a moment the boys had f orgotter
and only now that the time had come Mr. Wilson, and turning to where he,
did they consider any other plan. had been sitting, saw him already somd
Sunday afternoon Mr. Wilson sug- distance down the trail, and by thi:
•gested a walk, and without any definite sign they knew that in the heart o
object they climbed the trail leading their friend and chief there had Ion;
to the red water tank on the hill just lived the love of the hills that had s(
-jiorth of the little town. Here, as if lately come to them.
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going out of fashion! Again, thank one race passed on the good thing to
the fates for that good measure of another, and so on until the shores of
mine! If some high mightiness or England and Scotland were reached
other interdicted wearing shoes, some — (the Irish learned kissing long be-
snobs would be found to go barefoot. fore from the Fairies) —
and it was a
KisTiing, however, will always be in- beautiful Dane. Rowena by name, who
'ulged in by at least the Common taught them. I do not think, however,
People. Dean Swift opined that it they ever learned it as thoroughly as
•A'assome fool that invented kissing. have other races. The French and
rhe pity of it was that the Dean had Italian kiss uath noise and rhapsody in
not had more of it to sweeten his mel- public, to the horror of the English
ancholy days and soften the nib of his tourist, who thinks that sort of thing
pen. Be assured that Eve invented vulgar in the extreme.
the kiss, for a peach of a thing like that Could we live without kissing? Yes,
145
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When you kiss a friend, and after him rode in the Coronation Coach all the
another, do not kiss back again your same along with a small boy who for
first friend lest you bring him bad luck. the moment was Prince of Wales. We
You see, there are kisses and kisses had been visiting by "the gracious per-
good and bad, but the wickedest kiss mission of the Master of the Horse, tht
of all is that given between married —
Duke of Portland" so ran the card-
people who are not wedded to one the stables of the Queen and Royal
another. That is the Forbidden Kiss Family, and had spent much time with
which waltzes you into a Divorce Court. the famous Flemish horses which drew
"KIT" MRS. COLEMAN 147
the royal carriage on public occasions. pages of English history were unrolled.
We studied their coats, in colour like All in a moment we remembered we
pink milk, their Roman noses, and fat were Queen (notice the august plural)
polished quarters. They have wicked and sat ver\^ straight in the dim coach
eyes and strong teeth, and u-ill bite that outside was so golden, so laden
anyone who goes near enough so — with crimson velvet hammercloth and
"the Queen's Groom" told us. He gold fringed trappings. It was a royal
was a neat little fellow, with a cocked moment. But the inevitable hap-
—
eyebrow a pocket edition of Sam pened. The small boy got tired of play-
Weller with not a little of that cheen.' ing Prince of Wales, and clamoured,
old chap's blessed humour, and it was drumming his stout Canadian heels,
this, I think, and perhaps the awed to be let out, till the little groom came
look in a child's eyes which made him to the rescue.
open the doors of the heavy old Cor- "I'd rather be Dick Turpin, so I
onation Coach, let down the steps and would," remarked the young gentleman
invite us to enter. as he and his mother turned out through
"It has been to four Coronations," the big gates, "an' I'd hold the Queen's
he said, "and you can stay as long as Coach up with my rewolewer, so I
you like." '^ould."
Whereupon he
bundled the steps
in after us, slap-
ped the door to
with a thunderous
crack, and left us
to our meditations.
Four Coronations I
MODERN EDEN
pVE never really left the
'-^ Garden of Eden. She
merely changed the name
of her abode to suit her mood
of the moment, calling it
Kingdom of La Mode, Fashion
Mart, Fur or Jewellery Shop,
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH IS THE BEAUTY SHOP. WITH ITS AID
WE GO ON FOREVER STEALING OUR DAUGHTERS' BEAUX or Millinery Emporium just
AND WEARING GRAND-DAUGHTERLY BOWS IN
OUR EVER-ABUNDANT MOCK HAIR as required at the minute.
Of late Departmental Store
and deploring that all the old ladies is the Eden's name since most of
—
long ago vanished played by some
Pied Piper into the hills of Everlasting
the things which Eve adores (and
Adam at bill-time deplores) are
Youth. Now the answer to the query to be found there. When Eve made
is simple. There has not been for a a ceinture of the fig leaf, she in-
—
long time since our grandmother died vented the first "fashion," and her
— an old lady anywhere, and there daughters have gone on ever since,
never will be any more. Just as soon now increasing, now decreasing, from
as we cease to be the Lillian Russells crinoline to harem. It would be in- !
and Langtrys we think we are, which deed difficult to recognize the tender
is not for a long, long time, we retire little fig leaf as the originator of the
to the College of Beauty Culture and bouncing hoops of our great-grand-
Massage, throw off our old skin like — mother's times. In fact, the hobble
—
snakes ^and emerge younger and came nearest to it, in dimensions at
fresher Lillies than ever —
quite virginal any rate.
— —
"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 149
THE SAILOR KING " In the car the other day," she wrote
A LTHOUGH he conies to the throne gaily, "I had a copy of Canada
*^ this month with the stateHest Monthly, reading snatches here and
ceremony in the world, to rule over a there. My attention was caught by
great and powerful people; although hearing a man, probably a member —
cloth-of-gold and knightly spur and did not know him —
say to a friend,
naked sword and all the trappings of 'You see that magazine?' The friend
the coronation of royalty are his, King saw it, and said so. 'Well, sir,' said
George V. is a^plain sailor-man, direct the man, I remember the time when no
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of speech to bluntness, honest and one ever heard of it and now no one is
;
"straight" in the broadest sense of the ignorant about it. It is the clearest
word, and with a deep sense of responsi- case of running to the top I ever saw.'
bility towards his people. " That warms the cockles of your
Better than any other British King frozen editorial heart, eh?"
he knows his over-sea dominions. He It isn't every day that an editor gets
has visited Canada, India, Australia a spontaneous, unawares compliment
and the red-mapped isles of the sea. such as that unknown man in the
He has seen the wide prairies of Canada Ottawa car paid Canada Monthly,
and the line of the new-cut rail, has and we want to thank both the Ottawa
trod the wharves of the windy ports of Lady and the author of the compliment
New South Wales and watched the for a most welcome bit of appreciation.
golden kowhai blooms fall at the temple
gates of Hindustan. He knows for PRYING BEHIND THE VEIL
himself that Great Britain is wider than "DROPHECY Post-Israel" is the
from Bristol to the Thames. ' heading under which Canada
What he will do for the Empire the — Monthly is about to publish a series of
Empire that is not compassed by the three articles, in which W. D. Eaton
British Isles —^is yet to see. But in undertakes to show that prophecy is
George V., the "Sailor King," his sub- still an active quantity in the world.
jects have a great faith and a loyalty
They will be given as written without
that will endure. approval or disapproval of the views
expressed or the evidences advanced.
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RUTH ST. DENIS. A MISTRESS OF POSE. WHO HAS COXCEIVEO AND STAG3D A REMARKABLE
SERIES OP EGYPTIAN DANCES THIS SEASON
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[LAURETTE TAYLOR, CO-STAR WITH CHARLES CHERRY IK " TH 3 SEVEN SISTERS," IN WHICH
SHE HAS THE PART OF A WILFUL, CLEVER H0Y3EN
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BYRON BEASLEY'S VISUALIZATION OF "THE FOX," A CONVINCING CHARACTER PART IN
LEE ARTHUR'S COMEDY-DRAMA
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THE STORY OF THE PLAY 159
in the closet for the time, like an un- chance, and Fred. Tiden as " Gilbert
seasonable gown. Brockhurst" convinces one neither of
In "The Twelve-Pound Look," she his English ancestr}- nor his ability to
portrays the wife of a successful Lon- make good in a thirty-dollar-a-month
don barrister, who could not endure the job. Mr. Fawcett as " Bob McKeever"
fleshly presence of her husband and his has some ver}' good moments, and some
jowled friends. She bought a type- that are pretty raw, as for instance
writer, which cost her twelve pounds, when he reads poetr\' aloud as an outlet
and drew a long breath of freedom. for his philosophical reflections. Mary
The barrister married again, and at the Lawton as "Mate Hubbell" offers a
most successful moment of his success- good impersonation of the buxom
ful career, when he is about to be countn,- coquette of the Audrey tvpe.
knighted, the first wife reappears as a A detective, an ex-convict, a dis-
tv'pist. He has always believed she honest footman, a secret safe with a
left him for another man. She assures combination known only to the daugh-
him that she did not, and the curtain ter of the house, an octopuscan million-
drops with the new wife asking the aire, and a public-spirited young la^vyer
price of typewriters. The little play is who loves the millionaire's daughter
a typically whimsical and philosophical and holds the traditional papers that
Barrie conceit, where tears and laugh- prove her father's dishonesty, are the
ter are bedfellows, and Miss Barr}'more materials with which Leo Arthur has
does justice to them both. built a three-act melodrama. So far,
With "The Twelve- Pound Look," it's chain-stitch of the simplest, and
she reviving her success of five years
is with his eyes shut anyone can forecast
ago, " Alice-Si t-by-the-Fire," and has the revolver, the fainting heroine, the
added much to the charm of " Alice noble lover and the happy-ever-after-
Grey". In "Mid-Channel," her last ness of the last act. ^
season's vehicle, she is also renewing But Mr. Arthur took thought and
laurels, and it is unquestionable that added a cubit to the stature of the play
her work is of the first rank in the with "The Fox," who gives it its title,
player's world. Anyone who doubts and is as good a character part as ever
her development from a "personality" delighted the soul of an actor with an
to a true actress, should compare her eye for humanity. As pla^'ed by Byron
portrayal of two such different char- Beasley, "The Fox" is an engaging old
acters as those of Alice Grey and Zoe gentleman with Chesterfieldian man-
Blundell, and ever after hold his peace. ners, a shrewd practical knowledge of
It is something of a switch from the the art of safe-cracking, and a taste for
delicacy and truth of a Barrie play to the Scottish waters of truth. His
The Remittance Man," where George double first at Oxford and his knowl-
awcett handles one of the red-shirt edge of Eg}'ptolog\' do not prevent him
which are his specialty, and
aracters —
from having a fad one can hardly
English remittance-man, so long
e take it more seriously for daring—
Id up as an all-round bad lot in burglary, and although his chimes-o*-
laydom is given a chance to show midnight period is long past, he settles
imself a spunks* young chap who isn't by a judicious crime the problem of the
English that he can't earn his living
'
lovers, the high-finance the
sins of
hen put to it. There are possibilities millionaire, and his own Mr.
position.
. this situation, and we should like to Beasley plays his part with that touch
e a remittance-man get his chance of nature which instantly puts the
. a fair representation. But Gertrude audience en rapport with " The Fox,"
::lson Andrews doesn't do it here. At and John Westley handled a drunken
ast it is onlv a mirrored reflection of a young ne'er-do-well with cleverness.
—
"Filet of sole, sir," explained the me to wash the windows or cut the
waiter with a bow. lawn."
" Ah!" commented the guest. "Will " I can't see why it wouldn't be a
you kindly bring me a piece of the pretty soft job watching the sheep for
upper, with the buttons removed?" an hour," Bell observed.
" Sheep always bite me," said Hanky.
THOSE UNMUZZLED SHEEPj
DIGBY BELL is the Boswell of an
THEY'D TELL BILL
old-timer in the theatrical world,
who was a well-known agent in his day A SAD-EYED man fastened George
—Hanky Johnson.
: was Hanky who
It ^^ Dunleavy, box office man and
replied "Two days ago" when Maurice humorist. " Do you think it would be
Barrymore asked him if he had had right for two women, both in mourning,
breakfast. This was incorporated in a to go to the theatre?" he asked.
play which Nat Goodwin presented in Mr. Dunleavy said it would be com-
London, and was singled out as a mendable.
significant specimen of American wit. The sad-eyed man appeared pleased.
Johnson became a habit for a group " Give me two aisle seats for two
that hung out in the old Morton House, women in mourning." Mr. Dunleavy
New York, in the days when actors dished them out. The sad-eyed man
were engaged on the sidewalk and in shook his head doubtfully. " It doesn't
Union Square. A rich man with a love seem just proper to me," he said, "but
of fun was captivated by Johnson's I s'pose in this case it is all right. You
company and invited him to spend a see" —and he lapsed into confidences
" all our folks are Spiritualists, and my
couple of weeks with him at his country
place on Long Island. There were brother-in-law Bill died the other day.
times of uncertainty for Johnson, but Now, Bill, he always wanted to see this
he was touchy about his affairs and show of yours. He talked about it just
declined. a day or two before he passed out, and
The rich man realized the situation so his wife and my wife, they kind of
and repeated the invitation, this time figured they'd come and see the show
suggesting that his guest might make and then tell Bill about it."
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will ask you to go to the books for these out; and if you find yourself on the
without any guarantee that the books verge of error, a little quick thinking
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Quite another kind of experience be to steer away from anything that
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to elude payment of a fee for a palm- what they say about it, and this belief
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that their unexpired terms may prove themselves, but between all that is in
as accurate as those already lived or on them.
through, for they promised many sat- Accepting these theories, it plain
is
isfactory years —
and a few particularly thatif the scheme is anything ex-
it is
poisonous ones, which certainly came act, and that since all the stars are in
along as per schedule. motion all the time, no nativity cast
Astrology takes account only of our more than a few seconds at most a—
own solar system, the reason given —
minute either side of the precise
being that it is through the close re- instant of birth, can possibly be right,
lations of these bodies with the life of because all the stars have moved mean-
and on our earth that the influence while.
which pervades and (so to speak) times And yet, give the usual professional
the universe is directly extended. There- astrologer the date of your birth (noth-
fore they are taken as controlling all life ing but the date, mind you) and a piece
here. A human life is held to be unal- of money that may be anything from
terably determined by the position of a dime to a dollar, and with a blank
the stars at the instant of birth. The zodiacal chart and the help of a hand-
influence exerted by different stars be- book called the ephemera he will cast
ing themselves often at apparent cross- you a horoscope, a reading of the stars.
purposes, and the positions of all of If you have a fancy for astrology,
them changing all the time, whatever go to any of the places where they sell
is subject to them is also subject to "occult literature" (as a matter of fact,
change. But given the positions at any it is neither occult nor literary), and
moment, the positions at any subse- get any book that assumes to explain
quent time can be found, and on these the influence of the zodiac on human
changes and their effects the horoscope life. Then get a handbook of ephem-
isworked out. era. Take the two of them home and
The higher theor}- of astrologv' study them carefully. At the end of a
stands upon the unity of life itself month, if the dippies have not caught
throughout the universe, and the im- you, you will be quite as able to get
possibility of changing any part with- up a horoscope as any ordinary profes-
out to that extent affecting the whole, sional. You needn't buy an astrolabe
so that the movements of heavenly nor nor need your
am^thing more,
bodies must necessarily produce change you other data than the
friends furnish
in earthly life. day, month and year on which they
goes a little further.
It It claims first appeared in this terrestrial scene.
that all the planets in our and other And while we may hesitatingly
so,
systems are held in harmonious balance yield to astrology some of the respect
by the quantity known as magnetism, due to things long believed by many,
which fills the spaces and so establishes we are by no means required to give
an absolute and intimate relation not any such thing to the great majority
only between the systems and planets of its professors. ^The contrary', rather.
SPINNING SONG
BY MARY WHEELWRIGHT
On t'other side of the hedge there's many a foot goes free,
I hear them lilting by all day the house of babe and me,
There's one lad whistles as he goes, and one that swings a -cane,
And once two whispering lovers kissed each other in the rain.
Tl?^ [corsonii
or
TiMomY
ALLGOOb
fre^nXE. Shannon
me life, sir, and I ain't a-going to now bob," he continued; then, as an after-
begin," was his frequent boast. For thought, " There ain't no more in there,
all his abstinence he did not get rich be there?"
ven- fast, although a hard-working man "Were?"
and a bachelor. It was a scheme to "
In your room, a-course."
increase his riches, or rather, to cut "
No, there ain't no more not now," —
down his expenses, that he was now added Timothy, a sudden idea striking
considering. It had da%\'ned on him him.
—
that the room was too big ^unneces- "Be you
'
a-going to 'ave anv more,
sarily big for him — and he was con- then?"
"
sidering the proposition of subletting a Not as I knows on now. but it won't
part of it. make no difference to you; they won't
" Four bob a week," he grunted, dis- be in your comer."
contentedly, "an' me only a-eaming •
The matter did not seem to worrj^
fourteen. It's a blooming lot of rot, Tom Bailey much, for he did not pursue
that's wot it is; I'm a-going to let 'im the subject further. His words had,
'ave a corner of it." however opened Timothy's eyes. Why
With which resolve, he turned swiftly should he not rent other parts of the
on his heels and dived through the room ? There were four comers in that
narrow door^vay down the dark stairs. room. He occupied one, Tom and his
In another five minutes he was in crippled brother would take another,
earnest conversation ^vith his possible but there remained two more. Why
tenant. not rent these two? He could get,
"One corner and a bob a week," he perhaps, a shilling for each comer, thus
announced, as his final terms, after reducing his own rent to one shilling,
considerable bargaining. —
instead of four or three, as it would be
" There's two on us —
me an' me little \\-ith Tom Bailev in.
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174 THE ECONOMY OF TIMOTHY ALLGOOD
No sooner was the idea conceived
than itwas acted upon.
When Tom Bailey stumbled up the
narrow stairs, with his crippled brother
in his arms, he discovered the room was
neatly divided into four parts by a
painted white line, thus:
Window Window
—
FRANK E. CHANNON 175
"I'll take the fur inside one, then," growled the landlord, as he rested from
observed the newcomer. his labors.
"The door 'un'd be nice an' easy- "Hi ham," the tenant, with
said
like," suggested Timothy. decision. " Hi'll move
in ter night."
" Too durned easy-like," agreed Jake, Saturday is always a late night in
the new tenant. " Hi ain't no door the East End, so it occasioned no sur-
mat; Hi've lived in rooms afore." prise to the other three tenants when
" 'Ave w'ich you likes, then." their latest room-mate did not appear
"An' that's the inside 'un." bv the time thev ^\'ere -ail -ready to
" You're on; give
us the bob."
The bargain was
struck, and the
money handed
over. Next even-
ing, Mr. Jake Bill-
ings took posses-
sion of his new
apartment.
By the following
Saturday Timothy
had secured the
last tenant, and all
corners of his room
were full. He had
expected to en-
counter some dif-
culty in persuading
the latest comer
that the door cor-
ner was a desirable
position, but to his
surprise, Mr. Wil-
liam Hemmings
raised no objec-
tion his only stip-
;
receipt ter say as Hi ain't a-lyin', an' Hi burst of generosity, " Hi'll let yer hout
says as no one else ain't got no right in fur —
tuppunce apiece," he added.
FRANK E. CHAXXOX 177
TWO O'CLOCK
BY JOHX DUNCAN HOWE
'T'HE night's pulse is at ebb, yet down the street
^ A nighthawk
creeps, a slow policeman paces
And disappears in blackness. On his heels
A girl flaunts by, trailing defiant laces.
And while beneath its roof a million heads
Lie, wearied out, the city breathes and steams
Like some old hag. outworn in wickedness
Whose heavy sleep is rent by twitching dreams.
—
Exit Maud
By Jean Blewett
Illustrated with Photographs
Muller. rake in hand, and ankles browTi others, and somehow, thinking of all
and bare, to catch the judge's eye or— the sentiment which has been woven
anyone else's. If one were to meet a around her, we miss her most of all.
countn' lass, ten to one she would wear With a real live dair\^maid on the spot
patent leather pumps, lisle hosien% there was alwavs material for a farm
and cany a tennis racket. Who idyll.
talked of hay makers? Haymaking Life on the land is easier than it used
by hand, haymaking as a pastoral, to be, though less interesting. With
a setting of sweet old-fashioned love his up-to-date machiner}- the farmer
affairs, is over and gone. This ha}' is can do about as he likes. He is the
cut, raked and stacked by machinery. most independent man alive. If it
Exit Maud. She and her rake would were not that he has to look to heaven
only be in the way. for rain and shine he would be in danger
It's the same with the grain fields. of growing too autocratic. Nature has
No more the brawny harvesters swing ways of her own for keeping a man
their cradles through the golden grain, humble. As it is he has a good conceit
no more they bind the sheaves "by of himself.
hand," no more the women gleaners The only person who has no regrets
follow after. No more meny voices over all this progress is the farmer's
and laughter, no more music of whet- wife. She thinks herself the luckiest
stone against scythe blade or cradle girl alive in being bom late enough to
knife. The reapers' song of the poet miss some things which came her
has resolved itself into the clang! grandmother's way. There is the wool
clang! clang! of the modem machine. for instance. She has nothing to do
It is not rubber-tired yet, this machine, w-ith it. Straight to the market and
but it vnl\ be. As it is, the driver sits factory go the fifty, sixty, one hundred
on a cushioned spring seat the while he or three hundred fleeces, as the case
cuts great highways through the wav- may be, whereas in grandmother's day
ing grain. they went straight to that good dame.
When the farmer's son told me that And what a long way that wool stretch-
har^-esting was to begin. I fell to think- ed out!
ing of Longfellow's maiden of seven- It stayed in grandmother's hands
teen summers. until it was cloth
—
"and then some,"
"And ^N-ill your Evangeline bear to as the slang}' young lawyer who is
the reapers at noonday flagons of home "keeping company" with Suzanne
brewed ale?" I asked him. would say. Did I mention Suzanne?
"Her name's Irene," he returned She's the daughter of the house, and
confidentially, "and I think I see her so good-looking that there is no need
lugging home brewed to the field. for her to be half so clever as she is.
Besides, we're teetotal." Fate is a partial old •nitch. Here is
So Evangeline with her pitcher can Suzanne -with dimples, a complexion
go and stand beside Maud and her rake. of peaches and cream, and a bright vrit,
Where are you going, my pretty and here is the hired girl of the farm,
maid? . . Then that nicest of in-
. who, after all, is a little sister of Suz-
stitutions, the red-cheeked dair\'maid, anne, \Nithout either prettiness or
is a thing of the past. She has had her pertness, colorless every way you take
day, and a busy day it was, but no her. It seems a little unfair. But I
more will amorous but worldly youth must not let these girls lead me away
ask her what is her fortune. Isn't it from grandmother and her fleeces.
too bad, Joan? Instead of a pretty We go out to the old store house.
girl in the midst of innumerable milk It has long been superseded by a more
pans and cream jugs, there is a machine capacious up-to-date one, but it is
called a separator. It seems to do worth a visit. Joan, dear, our city
ever\'thing but the churning — another housewife would give a good deal to
machine does that. There she goes, have these great walnut beams across
pink sunbonnet and all, to keep com- the ceiling of her dining room, and
pany with Maud, Evangeline, and hardwood floors of such a thickness.
182 EXIT MAUD
This store room belongs to the day The grand-aunt of Suzanne, a little
when beautiful wood had no market wrinkled lady of ninety, who has buried
value in Ontario. The pioneers cut three husbands, lived under five sov-
down the curly maple, the oak, the ereigns and is altogether a wonderful
beech, cut them in their prime, then person, tells me all these things.
cremated them to get them out of the There would be ham and eggs, hot
—
way ^and the pioneer's poor descend- scones, maple syrup, curds and cream,
ants pay ruinous prices for mission and other delectable dishes which the
furniture, while hardwood floors and housekeeper of to-day would shiver
wainscoting are for the rich alone. to think of. They had hearty appe-
Thus does nature hit back. A musty tites and good digestions, these pioneer
smell belongs to this place, and on women. And men as well, for you may
beam and rafter still cling bits of wool be sure they managed to call for their
which perhaps were part of those many wives in time to share the cheer. A
fleeces piled high in grandmother's hard life. Still, Joan, it was worth
day. It was here the "wool picking" while being a homemaker in a big new
was done. This was the first process world of shade and silence.
of all. Each fleece was picked or Next in order was the carding, a
pulled apart by hand, and particles tedious process and long. Between
of dust, tangled shreds and burrs re- the cards, which were very like a pair
moved. When grandmother finished of military brushes, with sharp teeth
with the fleece she was surrounded by of steel instead of bristles, grand-
mounds of soft white wool to show for mother laid her handful of wool,
her labor. drawing her cards back and forth, back
The picking of the season's fleeces and forth over it until it took on a fine
was a long or short job, according to even appearance, after which it was
the disposition of the grandmother. lengthened out into a roll. A busy
If she were an austere, unsociable woman was grandmother, for, look you,
woman she made a regular task of it; if she failed to improve the shining hour
if she were the other kind she made a her opponent in the lists, who was al-
"bee." She generally was the other most as good a worker as she, if not
kind. The neighbor women came from quite, would beat her out. Being a
far and near and got to work. So woman of spirit she could not allow
many fleeces, so many hands. The anyone to so make havoc of her house-
snowy mounds became hills, the hills wifely reputation.
mountains. They picked the wool to The farmer's wife has her old spin-
bits —and sometimes, no doubt, the ning wheel in her pretty drawing-
—
characters of the absent and had a room. She is rather particular to have-
merry time together till the sun left you notice it. Why not? It is of
the "clearings" and went out of sight. value, else would not her city cousin
Up behind the trees crept the spring try to buy it from her, or wheedle it
colors, daffodil and pink, and the sky out of her. Not so desirable as a coat
was a glory and a mystery till the twi- of arms, still, there is a subtle connec-
light fell. They looked at it, too, these tion between a family wheel —
especial-
pioneer women, and read it like an old ly the little dark kind—and a family
tale —it would be fair to-morrow. tree. Both show your descent from
The children with them looked, too, people who did things.
it being the sole and only picture book Grandmother gave no thought to
they had, and showed each other the the future uses of her wheel, its present
rivers of gold, mountains of rosy mist, use was what absorbed her. She was
angels on the wing, boats with silver the sort of woman Solomon had in
sails all spread drifting softly with the mind when he said all those nice things
wind. With the long twilight, which about laying her hands to the spindle
in the wood world is not grey at all, and holding the distaff.
but like a shot silk full of colors which It was in this musty old store room
flashed and fled, came tea drinking and the spinning was done. All the grand-
supper. mothers didn't make pretty pictures
183
184 EXIT MAUD
as they fitted the white rolls on the last a lifetime. A lifetime! Ah, the
spindle, and turned the same to thread, littlehands which held the thread are
but this one did. Suzanne, her name- folded long since, Joan, and the busy
sake, looks very like her, as the farmer feet which went up and down, up and
says, and put a quaint frock, pointed down to the humming of the wheel are
as to bodice, overflowing full as to still. A lifetime isn't long. It was
skirt— such a frock as grandmother only yesterday she sang at her work
wore —on Suzanne, and she'd be a of turning out so many "knots" per
picture. If you don't believe me, ask day of crinkly white yarn. There is a
the young lawyer. Yes, I can see piece of carded wool still on the spindle
grandmother, small and plump and — only yesterday!
ridiculously young — youth being the —
An idle life, she sighs I mean the
"costly PERISHABLE ^FRAGILE IMMEDIATE." THE FAST FREIGHT STOPS AT THE ONTARIO
STATIONS TO PICK UP GILT-EDGED BUTTER, FRESH-PICKED FRUIT, STRICTLY NEW-LAID EGGS,
AND CREAM THAT MUST ARRIVE AT THE MILLIONAIRE'S TABLE IN PERFECT CONDITION
fashion in those days. She had smooth wheel. At school they taught us that
dark hair, smiling eyes, arms bare to the a wheel is neuter gender, and we took
elbow, a springy step, and fingers which their word for it. We know better
seemed to caress the yarn they piled now. It is feminine, purelv feminine,
upon the spindle. and being such puts up with the best
Being a little bit of a thing, of course corner of the drawing-room, the bow
she chose the high geared wheel just
as she picked on the tallest of her suitors
— of ribbon meant to hide some of her
harsh lines, and with all the talk about
for a husband —
and wound the yarn her quaintness. But the big reel is
into skeins on a perfect Goliath of a masculine, and being so hugs his own
reel. It is home-made, this reel, corner of the store room. "I'm hard
grandfather having manufactured it as nails, tough as the heart of an oak,"
out of a home-grown, home-seasoned he croaks hoarsely. "Too big and
piece of timber, and guaranteed it to uncouth, thank heaven, to be used for
I
OCCASIONALLY THE PARMER GOES OUT AXD USES A PITCHFORK IN THE i-OV-E FIELD JUST TO REMIND
HIM OF HIS BOYHOOD DAYS, BUT ALL THE REAL WORK OF HAYING AND HARVESTING IS DONE BY-
MACHINERY' EVANGELINE AND MAUD ARE OUT OF THE PICTURE FOREVER,
THE DAIRYMAID. TOO, HAS VANISHED. THE MILK PROM THE FARMER'S GRADED HERD GOES TO THE
SEPARATOR WHICH DOES ALL THE WORK EXCEPT THE BUTTERMAKING.
WHICH IS DONE BY ANOTHER MACHINE.
195
— —
18G EXIT MAUD
decorative purposes!" Masculine! The toll-gate is no more. As young-
it couldn't be anything else if it tried. sterswe liked that picture because it
And now for rural finery. When seemed to tell a story. We
laughed at
the dye pot has been put away and the the sour expression on the farmer's
walls hung thick with skeins brilliant of face as he went grudgingly into his
hue, grandmother began operations at pocket for the necessary coin, the
the loom. This loom is quite as in- proud air with which the keeper's
teresting as the wheel, but nobody lassie kept the gate fast until payment
thinks of giving it a place in the draw- was made, and the admiration of the
ing-room. It is too clumsy. On this farmer's boy for this same lassie, his
high bench sat grandmother, her slip- evident desire to "Take toll of her lips
pered feet, or bare feet, as the case in passing." It is a bit of quaintness
might be, working the pedals, her little out of the past. There are no gates
hands swinging the shuttles to and fro. across these broad highways. The
There isn't much said about it at the keeper can go bear Maud Muller and
present time, but the truth is that in the rest company. It is as I told you
^
rural Canada home-made flannel was in the beginning, all romance has gone
the staple article of wearing apparel from country Hfe.
two or three generations ago. see We Later: I take back that last state-
women in silks and lace to-day, men in ment; it is too sweeping. Have been
the finest cloths, who as boys and girls out with Suzanne and the young law-
thought themselves well dressed when yer watching the harvest moon turn
they had for week days and Sundays this old world into a golden glory.
the real homespun. There's romance a-plenty in the country
Oh, decidedly, things are not as they still, as I became aware when I passed
used to be on the farm. All the better, the "hired girl" and the lad in blue
perhaps. The farmer of to-day has to overalls. They, too, were watching
use his sinews less, his brains more. the harvest moon, watching it hand in
He has to keep up with the times. hand. She looked so happy that one
It is not only an easier life, but a felt it didn't matter an atom whether
broader one. He is more alert in- she were pretty or not. Then there
tellectually. The daily papers come was Suzanne, also the lawyer. It
to him, he takes an interest in books seems that they were at college together
and people. and have many subjects in common.
His wife has time to grow roses in They don't believe that sentiment will
her garden and in her cheeks. She go out of fashion here on the farm,
keeps her youth. It used to be that not they.
the farmer's wife was an elderly woman We fell to talking of early days and
at forty-five. She isn't any more. the passing of things —
among them
She's quite girlish. I suppose we the toll-gate. This called to the young
shouldn't blame her for being glad she man's mind some verses he knew by
—
was born so late only one hates to heart. He may have written them
see the beautiful God-made country (Suzanne in the moonlight would incite
getting as prosaic as other places. any man to poetry), but I hardly
What will the poor poet and artist think so. Suzanne was so charmed
do for subjects, Joan? A milking- that he must needs repeat them till
machine is barren of sentiment, so is a she knew them by heart. Well, I
steam-plow. Of course, common, know them by heart, too. If you were
everyday folk won't mind, but
like us —
here I'd say them though not with
think of the poets and artists. What the wealth of expression put into them
are they going to do for matter to by the young lawyer, who never took
put in their books and on theii can- his eyes from Suzanne's pretty face
vases ? but as you're not here, I'll write them.
You know the picture called "The "Yesterday's Road" is the suggestive
Toil-Gate," which hangs in the up- title.
stairs hall at your place? Take care The gate-keeper's cot was of meagre size,
of it, Joan, for you'll never get another. With the grey dust coated o'er it,
— —
THE EYES OF LIZZETTE 187
And its windows fixed like a watch-dog's By way of shaking oflE this senti-
eyes mental mood, I must tell you of a
On the highway stretched before it.
heart to heart talk Suzanne's great-
The rich and the poor drew rein at the door aunt had with the dear spinster lady
The merrj', the brokenhearted, who brought the dahlias.
The pioneer, with his Ufe work done. "You knew my mother and my
The lad with his life woric started.
grandmother," this from the spinster
Going marketwards the farmer frowned lady; "they were close friends of
On the hea\-\- gate made fast there, yours."
'Twas a bird of prey on the king's highway. "Is that so?" with the indifference
Taking toll of all who passed there.
of the ver\" old. "What's your name?"
But coming home in the chUl and gloom "Maria Ann Moorehouse, the same
He whispered, his heart grown mellow^ as my mother's."
"Hoi a cheery sight is the keeper's light,
"Why grudge a fee to the fellow?" "How many times have you been
naarried?" comes the starthng query.
It has gone for good from the country road "Mp?" forgetting grammar in her
Its requiem let us be singing
For the roads of to-day stretch far and free
expitement. "I've not been married
With never a gate for the swinging. at all."
Grand-aunt is interested at last.
L'Envoi "How old might you be?" she queries,
Prince, in the hours of our dreams come true, drawing nearer.
When our thoughts turn backward a long,
long way.
—
"Fifty-seven ^and never had an
May none take toU of a homesick soul. offer," laughs the lady with the
Or gate bar the road to Yesterday. dahlias.
Xo romance left in the cQtmtr\'! Grand-atmt's eyes, bright with sec-
My dear Joan, "the old order passeth, ond sight, travel spectxlatively over
yielding place to new," but while the the other's placid face and portly
countr\" has its orchards and meadows, figure. "Humph! The Lord's been
itsgrowth and greenness, its moonlight good to you, all right."
and maidens, there simply must be With this enigmatic remark, she
romance. goes her way.
The Sabbath
of the Demons
By Wildan McBride
eyes were turned upon him, for Le on his eager auditors, and, as if well
Corbeau was enough of an artist to satisfied with what he saw, again fixed
insist upon an audience impressed his eyes upon the fire.
with the importance of his role. "Bien," he said, "I go to tell you of
"Eh, bien, done?" said Louis Latour. that. You remember the fight of
Le Corbeau gazed around upon the Edouard Tasse en regie with the Devil,
expectant faces wath an air of de- and all the world knows well the Evil
tachment, and then turned his eyes One has been seen by many persons in
again upon the fire for a time. He many strange forms in the vicinity of
withdrew a small coal \\4th the poker, The Forges. My father, who had the
and deftly transferred it to his pipe words from his father, has told me
with his fingers. Then he satisfied these things so extraordinary came
himself the pipe was drawing properly. about in this way. There are many,
"Mais oui," he said, as though many years since iron was first made
speaking to himself, "there are many at The Forges by order of the Kings of
years since Telesphore Peloquin and France, and the Seignor}' in that place
myself worked in the big camp up was given b}' the King to Sieur Poulin
on Mattawin river. I recall Red of Three Rivers. Then came the Eng-
Ritchie was foreman. That was the lish, and the iron furnaces were owned
time The Seigneur had many camps, by one named Monsieur Bell. The
and loaded many vessels at Quebec. land was yet owned by one Mademois-
Times are not what they were, it is the elle Poulin, and much of it was covered
simple truth. Un bon garcon, this with grand maple trees. Bien! now
Telesphore; a good axeman and a man this monsieur persisted in cutting these
without fear on the drive. What trees to make charcoal for the furnaces.
drollery was his, and such a gay heart, With reason, Mademoiselle Poulin ob-
a man sans souci! Money ran through jected, and made case after case in the
his fingers like water in those other courts to stop this, but nothing could
years, and he loved nothing better she gain. They tell me our courts
than to dance the night long. When were then all English, not as in these
it came to the blows of the fist a man to days. This mademoiselle was not the
be feared, but he was a friend with all most devout, and when she came to
the world, for he loved gaiety more die, so angry was she that she refused
than fighting. So much so he had not to make a will or see a priest. She
a good name with prudent habitants, cried out, 'I leave ever}'thing I have
and the Cure reproached him for ne- to the Devil. Since I could not keep
glecting his duties. But the women what was mine, they shall not enjoy
"
all loved Telesphore, for who had a it in peace who stole it from me!'
laugh so gay, and where was it possible Le Corbeau frowned at some ex-
to find such a man at a dance, such a clamations of surprise, and, in answer
man to make things march at any fete to a question, said, "Much water has
as Telesphore? As always, the women run down hill since this thing arrived,
loved a man just a little wicked, as was and you what has been told to me.
I tell
this Telesphore. He saved not money, But all the world knows of these mat-
and also he drank too much at times. ters. The Devil took his donation au
Then he quarrelled with the Cure, and serieux, and so it is he has been seen
neglected his duties at the feast of La often in the environs of The Forges.
Pacque for two years. It is not a "Eh, bien! One summer Telesphore
thing remarkable, therefore, that the worked for a farmer at Ste. Flore,
mammas did not smile upon Teles- which was contrary to his habitude.
phore after that. He drank more, This farmer, Jacques Bureau, said that
and got into mischief Quebec in
in Telesphore was a good man, but fire
those years. But, Mon Dieu! what a and water would not detain him from
change was there after the night when a fete. At the fete of St. Jean Bap-
he saw the Demons holding their tiste he met Mademoiselle Genevieve
Sabbath." Bienvenu, a daughter of a rich habit-
Le Corbeau paused to gaze around ant, Joseph Bienvenu, who was the
^. 'IflllM^^lfl,,,^,
rs"C
r//i M
/f/l'i- ,,,1-^j^y '9.
MANY TIMES THEY MET THAT SUMMER, AND TELESPHORE FOUND HIMSELF VERY MUCH
IN LOVE WITH MLLE. GENEVIEVE
syndic of the parish and a man of almost like one possessed, and he blas-
that part. Many times they
affairs in phemed most horribly, swearing by the
met that summer, and you know how most holy things 'I will eat his heart.'
such things are. Telesphore found But what could I do? He did not hear
himself very much in love with this the reproaches I made him. Ritchie
young girl. But when M. Bienvenu gave him his billet and allowed him to
came to see how matters were, he go out, after storming fiercely, and
spoke plainly to Telesphore. 'My Telesphore came out with me. I doubt
daughter,' he said, 'will not wed a man much if he heard what I said when I
of your character and a man also tried to reason with him. All day he
without a sou.' sat gazing ahead, and at times grinding
"That autumn Telesphore went into his teeth in a manner to make the flesh
the camp on the Mattawin. I was his creep. I believe well, me, if he had
friend, and to me he confided his met Cyril Leblanc that day he would
troubles. By chance, one day in the have killed him. My heart was sad
spring, I met a man at Grand Piles for my friend, but he did not hear my
who knew Telesphore at Ste. Flore. words. It is possible, perchance, he
He said it was known to all the world did not know me then. This time I
that after the Easter feast Mademois- was going on to Three Rivers, but com-
elleGenevieve was to be married in the ing to Grand Piles on Saturday even-
church at Ste. Flore to Cyril Leblanc, ing I rested, for never do I work on the
a young habitant of that parish. It Sabbath. Telesphore refused even to
was the truth, without doubt, for with wait for supper, but started off on foot,
his own ears he heard the banns read not even saying good-bye to me, his
in church on Sunday. You will know friend.
well, my friends, it was bad news I had "The strange things that befell him
to tell Telesphore at the camp when I that night I heard from his own lips
returned. Never in life have Imy several years after. Nothing does he
seen a man so much angered. He was remember of the way till on top of a
190
WILD AN McBRIDE 191
hill he saw the flames of The Forges, those other years of which I have
perhaps two or three leagues away. told you.
The moon went behind a black cloud, "Bien, Telesphore is now himself a
and at this Telesphore walked on, habitant, almost rich, living in the
looking around with a shiver on the parish of St. Tite. He married une
forest about him. It is possible he bonne femme, and they have a good
had gone not more than a hundred Canadian family of ten children, per-
paces when he saw haps twelve now%
a bright light who can say^* I
flame up by the do not know my-
road in the woods self since two
in the valley. years."
Telesphore stood Le Corbeau
turned to stone, here paused to
for around the fires light his dead
danced m any and neglected
strange beings. pipe, with another
He heard chains coal from the fire,
rattle, cries of rage and the men
and outbursts of shifted their po-
laughter such as sitions tmeasily
to make the ilesh and began to
creep with fear, talk with sorrie
and blasphemies constraint.
the most terrify- Joe Randolph,
ing. One Demon who was an East-
with a red cloak em Townships
and a face con- Yankee, w a's
vulsed with laugh- frankly sceptical.
ter horrible called U Yet one who had
out Telesphore's ^1/^1/ watched him dur-
name, and leaping ing the recital
on the stump of might have de-
a tree beckoned tected signs of
him to approach. uneasiness in his
"At a ^spectacle manner. Gaining
such as this. Teles- believe well, me, that if hb had met CYRIL LEBLANc courace
i
at the
_1 •
J. THAT DAY HE WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM ,° ,
Bo ^^C^TEI
;trated by RSON
SYNOPSIS
The report comes in to the Montreal papers that several mysterious murders have
occurred in the North Shore woods, and the Indians believe some evil spirit in the shape of
a wolf is responsible for them. At first little attention is paid to the "scare," but when a
hard-headed millionaire leaves his summer cottage and says his wife has been nearly fright-
ened out of her reason by the sight of a mysterious Thing That Limps prowling about the
house.the newspapers send representatives to cover the story. Four men and one woman
reporter meet on the ground, and under chaperonage of the millionaire's housekeeper take
possession of his luxurious cottage, prepared to enjoy a "soft assignment." They learn that
all the Indians are leaving the country, and that, as one farmer puts it, "they's some-
thin' we don't know about up here," but are inclined to think the panic unfounded. They
cover the country, but with the exception of a Chinaman who says he is raising mush-
rooms in underground cellars, and whose hands are singularly well kept for a farmer's,
find nothing unusual, until evening, when Morton, the deputy sheriff, gallops in, abject
with terror of the werewolf, which he has met on a lonely road. ^i. -.,
sound of it beating against the windows to the end. I think she'll make a
and the roof of the porch they could valuable member of our party in an
hear him start violently whenever emergency."
there was an extra strong gust. Thomp- Although the breakfast was earlier
son, seated in an armchair, with his than usual and nobody had much
legs placed in another, and his rifle appetite, all made a pretense of eating
over his knees, never took his eyes food. And it was with a sigh of relief
from the faint patch of gloom which that Morton, seated facing the window
showed where the big window was, and eating shamefacedlv as if brooding
and Swanson, lying on the couch with over his actions of the night befo'e,
the shotgun by his side, did the same. .'ailed out
Emmett, seated behind the screen, "Why, there's the sheriff."
where he could puff steadily at his And coming at a slow trot down the
cigarettes and their light could not be shaded drive could be seen the sturdy
seen from wdthout, smoked "^vithout form of the man Nora had met the day
intermission. And so the night slowly before. The very expression of cheer-
wore on, the storm died down and the ful reliance on his kindly bearded face,
gloom in the window commenced to and the hearty tone in which he greeted
lighten a trifle. them, made Xora's eyes Hght up and
By four o'clock the rain had ceased, the men grasp his hand warmly. He
and from the faint beam of dawn readily accepted an invitation to eat
which showed a half hour later it breakfast, and did it justice, praising
seemed that the day would be a fair Mrs. Lawson's coffee profusely. But
one. And this turned out to be true, he kept glancing curiously at Morton.
as a little time after a beam of sunlight "How do you happen to be here,
shot across the lake, and Thompson Fred?" he asked.
gave a sigh of relief. The deputy colored painfully. Evi-
"I can understand now why the dently he was in pitiable embarrass-
ancients had sun worship," he said. ment over the episode of the night.
"Let's get cleaned up, so the girl Swanson interrupted.
upstairs won't know we've been sitting "We'll tell you after breakfast," he
up." But there was no deceiving said. "He just passed the night with
Xora. She smiled as she came down us."
the stairs, looking rather wan. With the cheer of the food within him
"I saw through your idea," she said, ofcompanionship and of the sunHght
'and I'm grateful to you all. I didn't which had grown brighter as the day
sleep myself. I just lay there and went on, giving promise of a glorious
listened to hear if anything stirred touch of Indian summer which the
'
below. rain would only freshen, Morton had
Mrs. Lawson, however, was virtu- grown more and more confident, but
ously indignant and not unwilling to obviously was more ashamed of him-
show it. self. And it was with a mumbling
"The idea!" she exclaimed, "and us voice and in an apologetic way that
in a civilized country, too! It's some- he climisily related a tale in which
thing those Indians are up to, I'll bet! there was none of the dramatic effect
It's some dirty trick of somebody's. he had put the night before.
There, don't let it worn.- you, dearie," "Maybe I was mistaken," he con-
she said, patting Nora on the shoulder cluded awkwardly "I might have had
— —
.
as she started for the kitchen. one of them hal hal ^whatever you
Swanson looked at Emmett and call 'em. But I was sure scared,
smiled. sheriff."
"The maternal instinct," he said. And he lowered his eyes and fidgeted
"If Mrs. Lawson was the only woman nervously with the lapels of his coat,
here she would probably be thoroughly a perfect picture of humiliation.
frightened, but when she has some- But the sheriff did not laugh, nor
thing to protect, she is ready to battle did the others. That officer tugged
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196 THE SCARLET STRAND
slowly at his beard and looked thought- in the same low tone, "let's wire a care-
fully across the lake. fully guarded story apiece to the papers.
"I was goin' to recall the deputies Tip the city editor off that something's
to-night, but I won't do it now," he coming by mail and send a special de-
said. "You saw somethin' all right, livery letter at once, giving the true
Fred. That settles it. We'll stick facts,and telling him why we're hold-
here." ing The man that goes down to-
it.
The sheriff pausedfor a few moments day had better get an auto and come
stillgazing out over the waters with back at once. For we'll have a long
unseeing eyes. run to make, maybe."
"I know you're newspaper men," Swanson nodded and turned to the
he said, "maybe I can't ask it of you sheriff."
it means a lot to you, I guess. But it "All right," he said, "we won't say
may mean a lot more if nothing was a word, only
—
and he added the cus-
said about this for the time, boys.
"
tomary newspaper proviso "will you —
There have been deaths already, you promise not to let anyone know the
know. It's my duty to get what's facts until we have them in print, in
doin' that. If the tip's given out, it case news show up?"
may spoil it. And, "he continued, in an And the sheriff, unaware of the storm
almost shamefaced way, "if no thin' of wrath that might descend upon his
could be said about Fred here runnin' head from various papers throughout
— Iknowit ain't natural for him "and
— his district, readily agreed.
he paused and glanced from one to the "I'llsend another deputy over if
other. you'd have one with you," he
like to
"Oh, not a word about Morton," said as he rode off with Morton. "I
said Swanson heartily, and the others guess Fred had better get another
nodded immediate acquiescence. "Any chance at this thing."
one of us would have been just as likely In the broad daylight the event of
to do the same thing," he went on, the night seemed less and less terrify-
while the deputy's face lit up with a ing, and they sat about the porch,
fervour of gratitude, "for no man basking in the sunlight but showing
knows what he'll do under strange the effects of their sleepless night in
conditions. And if I were you I'd put their countenances. The noisy arrival
him on the firing line, Mr. Sheriff, of Brady, long before they expected
where he can get a chance at this thing. him, was like a further breath of fresh
I'm sure he'll be the first to start the air.
fray." "Got up early," he said; "first time
"You're dead right I will," said in years. Most times I don't get to
Morton with emphasis, and there could bed until about the same time. But
be no doubt that he meant it. what's the matter?" glancing at them
"But about the news end, would you keenly.
just wait one minute?" He shook his head gravely when
He turned and held a whispered con- told, and nodded inemphatic approval
ference with Thompson. over the plan mapped out by the others,
"If we put this stuff on the wire there especially about the automobile.
may be a leak," he said, "and if we send "This thing breaks loose at night,"
in some story without foundation it he said. "You'd better get that auto
will simply queer the papers, as if we as soon as you get there, Swanson.
were trying to pull off a hoax on the Even if the roads are sandy, you ought
public. Moreover, the first indication to cover the route in a little more than
there's anything in it will bring a swarm two hours. I know you drive a car.
of reporters from every town bigger'n If I could I'd ride back myself. You
a whistling post as well, and the woods see, we don't want a chauffeur. He's
will be so overrun that there'll be no apt to get scared, too, and bolt with
doing anything." the car,, killing the story before we
"I tell you," suggested Thompson, could get to Iroquois with it. Be sure
EMMETT GLANCED KEENLY AT THE PRINT INiTHE FIXING PAN, AND THE
NEXT INSTANT WITH SHAKING HANDS HE HAD RIPPED
THE PAPER TO PIECES
and get one with big lamps, Eric. Chink and go," said Swanson, breaking
Someone will have to hit a clip through the pause. "I don't feel like sleep
those dark woods, maybe. How'sNora?" now, anyway."
"Nora's a plucky girl," said Emmett, When he was gone Brady turned
suddenly rousing himself. "Not a bit cheerfully to the others.
of fuss or trouble. She's as game as "Lie down on the lounge and go to
theymake 'em." sleep,Thompson," he said. "I'll keep
"You bet," agreed Brady. "But watch. Turn on in and get some sleep,
don't you think we'd better get her Emmett. Nothing can be done in this
out of here? She's too frail for this bright sunlight. I'll keep some of the
sort of thing." arsenal b}' me and sit here and read."
There was something almost shame- "But what are we going to do on the
faced about Brady's expression, and stor}'?" asked Nora, suddenly appear-
the other men smiled. Brady's in- ing in the doorway.
terest in Nora had daily been growing "Nothing," answered Brady easily.
plainer. "You're all too tired to work now.
"You couldn't get her away now," What you need is rest. Anyhow, as I
said Emmett. "However, we'll try it say, nothing happens until night. If
after Swanson auto here.
gets the Swanson makes a swift trip down he
Going down this afternoon, Eric?" may get back some time about eight
"Yes, I'll postpone my visit to the or so to-night."
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198 THE SCARLET STRAND
"It's hard to make a deal for an "Ham" t^short for Hamilton, as he
auto that quick," said Emmett. "He explained) was the name of the new
may have to go clear around the bay arrival. He was unaffectedly delight-
to Ste. Louise for it. Still, I guess we'd ed with the cottage, stood with his
better lie down." back before the fire puffing approving-
An afternoon of complete rest in the ly at one of Brady's cigars, was wildly
sleep of exhaustion and a late supper enthusiastic over Nora's singing and
restored them all, so it was a fairly clearly did not notice the little quaver
cheerful party that gathered about the in her voice at times. And when con-
table for supper as it grew dark. Still, versation flagged he spent his time
noticing Nora's start at any sudden making loud efforts of rustic wit at the
noise, Brady kept up a flow of cheering mission the sheriff was covering.
conversation. "Them Indians is just scared," he
"We won't try anything to-night," said.' But he was especially curious
he said. "It would be simply folly to about Emmett's camera.
go prowling alone about the country in "Can you really take pictures with
the dark. A deputy might blaze away them things in the dark? "he, demanded.
at us, thinking we were fair game. I "I've had it done in daylight," he
guess we'll sit here and have a quiet added proudly.
evening." "Surely," said Emmett, and ex-
To the great relief of the men, who plained the workings of the flashlight,
wished to quell Nora's obvious anxiety, even inserting a match in his patent
the deputy promised by the sheriff holder and shooting off a small quantity
arrived, clattering up to the door just of the powder.
before it got completely dark. The Bennett was wildly delighted.
fact that he had ridden alone through a "Let's have a picture took!" he
region teeming with the reports then cried.
current gave ground to his heartily "We'll take one later," said Emmett,
expressed contempt for the whole busi- evasively.
ness, as he expressed it. He was evi- "But you folks said somethin' about
dently enjoying himself hugely, how- working to-morrow night," cried Ham,
ever, and was delighted with the op- plairitively.
portunity to meet the party. He was There was no resisting the appeal of
a genial, clean-shaved young fellow, the man who had proved such a cheer-
with bronzed face and broad shoulders, ing influence in the evening. He had
and Thompson's careful questioning apparently seen nothing unusual in the
showed that he knew nothing of the weapons lying about, accustomed as he
details of the night before. was to the sight of the hunting arnis
"Oh, the sheriff just said that more of his own family in their living rooms.
reports had come in about this thing," He had examined them all critically,
he said, "and he sent me here to stay and commented on the automatics.
with you folks." "I'd like to shoot one, but it might
He ate enormous quantities of the bring a gang of deputies charging down
viands set before him, made friends here," he said.
immediately with Brady, with whom So now, when he was obviously
he exchanged lively repartee, and his disappointed, Emmett yielded.
hearty laugh seemed to fill the whole "Maybe he unknowingly was right.
house. Nora cheered up in the pres- We're scared, like the Indians," he
ence of this arm of the law, and the men whispered to Brady. "Shp your gun
in the party immediately warmed up in your pocket, Steve, and come out."
to him. Upon delighted suggestion of
the
"We'll let him go to bed first, so he Bennett, who
considered himself priv-
won't see us standing guard," said ileged to suggest what fashion of pic-
Thompson in a cautious whisper to the ture it should be, on account of his
others. "There's no use tipping him authorship in the move, Nora consent-
off." ed to go outside and pose for a photo.
EDWARD B. WATER WORTH 199
A brisk breeze was blowing, the moon terly swearing at his own neglect to
was slowly rising, but the lawn was bring a weapon, had recklessly thrust
still dark, and he was smitten with an a handful of flashlight powder into the
inspiration. holder, and at imminent danger to his
"A wind blowing your hair
like that eyes, inserted a match and fired. For
and skirts about woiild make an awful that instant, with his eyes unblinded
pretty pictxire, Miss Xora," he said by the flash which came from behind,
admiringly. "It 'ud be like one of Brady saw the interior clearly. It was
them posters down to Iroquois." empty.
Out in the centre of the lawn behind "Round this way," cried Bennett,
the house stood the arbor, \\ith its startled but game, "take the other
white lattice work showing in the faint side!"
moon's edge.
light of the "Go back and stay with Xora! For
"The manufacturers guarantee this God's sake, take care of her!" yelled
powder for about this distance," said Brady to Emmett, as he darted around
Emmett, stepping up to a short distance to the open space behind the bushes.
from the arbor. "I made a mark here Xot a sign was to be seen.
the other day when I photographed the Emmett, speeding to the house,
arbor on account of the pretty effect where a slender figure was standing
against those bushes behind. So I outlined against the lamplight, passed
know just where to set my lens. Please Thompson, armed with the shotgun,
stand against the side of- the lattice running in the opposite direction.
there and bum this match until I make Xeither stopped for a word, recogniz-
sure." ing the other's mission. But before
Nora, burning the match, which Thompson reached the scene Brady
brought only her face with its anxious and the deput}- had circled the bushes
brown eyes and the tired droop about and were facing each other. Xot a
her small mouth into evidence, made, sign of any intruder was visible.
as the deputy had said, a pretty picture. The men stared at each other in be-
Her light dress was whipping in the wilderment. It seemed hardly possible
•^ind and her hair was flying about her that any living thing coiild have
face. Emmett, emerging from under crossed the expanse of lawn on all
his focussing cloth -with a grunt of sides and gained the shelter of the trees
satisfaction, put a match in his flash- without being seen. The moon had
light holder and poured out the powder. risen and was beaming brightly over
"Steady there! You're losing half the edge of the shrubber\'.
of it in this wind," cried Brady. "We might make a circuit of the
"Take off your coat and hold it up place," suggested Brady.
to shield it, Steve," said Emmett. Cautiously, and keeping wdde apart,
"Xow, Xora, read}'!" so that if any attack was made they
Almost before the bang of the flash- should not aU be set upon at once, they
light had died away Xora was fairly proceeded about the grounds, peering
sobbing in their midst. keenly into every cltmip of shrubber\'.
"There's something in there!" she But there was nothing to be seen.
cried. "Xora's nervous and overvsTought."
"To the house, Xora!" cried Brady, suggested Brady. "She probably
without stopping to ask questions, and heard the bushes rustling or some dead
at the same instant drawing his weapon leaves blowing about. But if there
from his hip pocket and firing straight was anything there " He left the
into the arbor as he leaped toward it, sentence unfinished, and doubled up
with the double purpose of intimidat- his fists in a way that augured no good
ing some enemy and of stmimoning for anything that should try to harm
Thompson. In a few bounds he was at Xora.
the door, while the deputy, although The three walked slowly back to the
taken by surprise at first, was only a house, where Emmett, who had given
few steps behind him. Emmett, bit- Xora a glass of water, was regarding
200 THE SCARLET STRAND
her thoughtfully. The girl was still "Another cushion now?" he said,
trembling, but had forced a nervous tucking a footstool beneath her slip-
laugh. pers. "Let me put this one behind
"I'm sorry to have caused all this your back."
about nothing," she said, "but I was Gently he took hold of Nora's shoul-
scared for the time." der, bending her forward, and with the
"Just what frightened you, Nora?" touch something leaped up in him,
asked Brady. something that was sweeter and strong-
"Why," said the girl, "while I was er than any emotion he hadever known;
standing there I noticed a peculiar a passionate desire to gather her up
kind of fetid smell that seemed to grow and take her away and k6ep her safe
"
stronger forever, to shield her from all danger
"Sure it wasn't a polecat?" asked the and sorrow, to make her his own; and
deputy. "Maybe that would account he knew that for him Nora was the one
for our not seein' anything. If so, I'm woman of a thousand. With a sudden
glad we didn't find it." masterful gesture he drew the little
"No," said the girl quietly, "it was- head against his breast, and held her
n't a polecat. And just as you fired close for one deep moment. Then she
the flashlight, I heard directly behind sat swiftly erect.
me a distinct snarl." "Don't, Steve," she said wistfully.
There was dead silence for a minute "You know you don't mean it."
or two. But the face of the deputy For answer he dropped on his knees
grew grave. beside her chair, leaning on the broad
"If there's a wolf skulking around arm, and turned her face towards him.
you'd better look out for your horses, For an instant she looked, inexplicably
gentlemen. Maybe there is a wolf- thrilled by his steady gaze, and low-
pack around here. Hadn't one of us ered her eyelids in confusion.
better sit up?" "Do I mean it, Nora?" he asked
Brady was about to remark that softly. "Ah, girl, you know I do —^you
signs of a wolfpack would certainly know it."
take on some form that was recogniz- "Do I know it. Hearts- Afire?" she
able, but as he glanced at Nora and flashed athim suddenly. "All I know
saw the palpable relief in her face at is that you make love well too well —
this explanation of the matter, he re- not to have had practice. Now let me
frained. Moreover, he reflected, it go."
would probably explain to the deputy She tried to rise, but he gently pre-
the need of keeping guard. vented her.
So he said nothing, and at the dep- "You've some right to say what you
uty's suggestion the men trooped out did, girl," he told her, "though I did
to the kitchen in quest of something not know you'd heard the stories.
to eat, leaving Brady and Nora alone. What I've done, I've done, and I'll
"Nora," he said, "you and Mrs. stand to it. But they'll never call
Lawson had better go to bed. We'll me Hearts- Afire again, I promise you
see that nothing happens." that. No, whether you say yes or no
"Not just yet, Steve," pleaded the to the question I'm asking you. That
girl, a pitiful little smile pulling at the was ended when I first saw your face.
corners of her mouth. "Let me sit . . . Listen to me, Nora. . . . You've
here by the fire a little. I'm I'm — got to listen. Do you remember
. . .
man
Twoformmen stood on the station plat-
at Calgary after the train
talked of family affairs for
awhile, and occasionally slowed down
had discharged
its cosmopolitan as his companion began studying the
crowd, taken on another, and landscape with the eye of an ever-
disappeared toward the westerly foot- young nomad and friendly critic.
hills with staccato earnestness. "Big changes, George. Where in
One was a retired British Major thunder did you get all those fences?
General, who knew the ranching coun- And what makes all those cattle look
try as a city toiler knows his favorite so tame and well-fed?"
trout stream. Age about sixty-five, The car was rushing between gently
— booted, cultured, nomadic. He had sloping plains of emerald. The verit-
ranched, in a leisurely way, not twenty able "cattle on a thousand hills" were
miles from where he now stood, a peacefully grazing, and the skyline to
quarter of a century ago. After three the west and south was like an ani-
or four years' intermittent attempts mated canvas from Turner.
to alchemize two extremes of civiliza- "Mostly because they are fed and
tion, he had gone back to the London cared for," said the younger man sen-
clubs to stay. tentiously, "instead of being allowed
His companion on the railway plat- to run wild and pick up a living where
form was a type of the keen, twentieth they could. We've got over the idea
century Canadian farmer in the middle that cattle kept themselves, same as
thirties. His boyish face had sparkled we've got over the idea that farm
with enthusiasm as he recognized his machinery could be left out-of-doors
father, the General, alighting from the over winter, and we treat the steer as a
train. There were frank, hearty greet- money-making machine that must be
ings. kept to its highest capacity. We're
"Back again, guv'nor. Hurrah! turning good grain into hogs and cattle
Give me those grips and I'll throw them that pay even bigger dividends."
into the machine. Got a real flyer for "I must take a look at your methods,
your special benefit. We can get home my boy," said the General with inter-
for early tea. Jump in." est. "You talk like John Bedford.
The high-geared car swept over the D'you remember the Bedfords at home
hard highway, and the General set- — county family, land-poor for genera-
tled back in the cushions. The younger tions? John Bedford grew up with a
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W. J. SHANKS 203
practical bent, and he's gone in for "I've been thinking I'd find things
scientific fanning —intensive, he calls changed, " said the General musingly.
it. By
Jove, the place is paying divi- "We read more Canadian papers at
dends for the first time since Edward home than English ones. Still, there
the Confessor." are the old blessed plains, sure enough,
Father and son laughed together, in spite of the fences.
and the General's eye was suddenly "Do you remember when Bill got his
caught by a patch of vivid blue-green commission, and Jack went into the
on the right of the road. bank? They both told me you were
"What's yonder?" he asked. "You the luckiest dog in the family, because
haven't transplanted the Emerald Isle, you were going to stay on the ranch.
have you?" I'm glad you did. my boy. You look
"Alfalfa. That's the calf-pasture, as if it agreed with you."
where we fatten the little beggars for "It does," said the younger. "Not
prime veal. There's a bigger one just only with me, but with Mildred and
over that bald-faced hill, where we put the kids. She was a bit lonesome at
the steers for finishing. No more thin- first —
missed the drawing rooms and
flanked, long-horned rangy beasts for —
garden parties, I suppose but now she
the packing-houses now we send fat- — wovddn't trade an Alberta farm for an
tened animals in prime condition or English castle."
none at all." "Those were great times. George,
The young man's enthusiasm was not when we used to ride after the beeves.
lost on the old-school rancher. Yet Come to think of it. they were pretty
the latter stroked his chin and looked slab-sided and hungry-looking, even
thoughtful. when the grass was waist-high. But —
"Seems to me the old guard must be gad, what rides we had. Eh?"
pretty lonesome about here. Where It was the younger man's turn to
are they all gone, anyway?" look serious. He was thinking, may-
"Not far away, most of them. You be, of some of those mad, galloping,
remember Ferguson? he still owns — expeditions, when he was still under
three sections up there on the right. twenty, with older companions who
Sold the rest to Americans, and began were care-free to a fault. There were
real farming on what he had left. retrospects of daring adventures, of
Ferguson's too rich now for his own purposeless days in the "cow-town,"
good, but he sends sensible orders of boon companions who had drifted
from Winnipeg to his men here. God knows where.
"This section to the left belongs " It couldn't last." he said finally.
to Dalton. You won't forget him. "The old ranching idea was three-
It's about ten years since he quit fourths sport and one-fourth business.
—
whisky for hog-raising ^and he's rich, Some of the best fellows I ever knew
too." didn't allow business to monopolize
"Bless my
soul hogs, did you say?" even a tenth part of their time.
—
"Yes; pigs porkers. We've got the
corn belt, in the States, beaten on them.
"I don't know what made me 'pull
up' and start in as a real farmer.
They fatten easily, and are the least Maybe it was that trip down to the
trouble. As that fellow Butler says, experimental farm. I was going to
"
'Pigs is pigs.' stay a month, and stayed six. Say,
The conversation drifted back to if you've got any crack farmers in
older days. These two, father and son, England, 3^ou ought to send them over
had been comrades when their ranch here for a post-graduate course."
was a real outpost of civilization. The The automobile was slowing up along
boy had literally grown up in the sad- a lane leading to a rambling structure,
dle from the time his father, and his of decidedly English cast. There was
two older brothers, had allowed him to a trim brick addition on one side, and
take his own pony and keep in the rear deep verandas. The outbuildings were
of the "round-ups." the pink of modernity.
.
stration a land mark for Alberta have been sending a good many un-
farmers. And they have learned the finished cattle to eastern markets. As
lesson well. My methods are no differ- the alfalfa meadows increase in size,
ent from those of scores of cattle raisers our cattle will get a fattening process
hereabouts. Wewean calves in the before being sent to market. We will
fall, shelter and feed them the first not only export heavier beeves but, in '
winter, herd cows during the summer, the fattening process, the soil will be
and mate them with pure bred bulls, permanently enriched. Home feeding
which, at the close of the breeding is great replenisher of our chief
a
season, are withdrawn to separate capital, the soil."
pastures. We
keep weak cattle from One evening, on the veranda, they
exposure. With our modern feeding were joined by Dalton, who had come
methods we know how much a steer over to greet the General, and indulge
should eat every month, and how much in reminiscences.
he should weigh as a result." .
" George tells me you've become one
" Mark you, the Alberta cattle-raiser of the expert hog raisers in the Pro-
knows something of the world's mar- vince," said the General, after an
kets. He knows that the supply of hour's talk. " How and why?"
" wanted something easy,"
beeves is diminishing, especially in the Because I
vast consuming nation to the south. said Dalton. "Porkers simply coin
The problem of the cost of living is money for you. I keep improving
intimately related to the beef industry. breeds all the time, but the soil's the
As the haphazard methods of the thing. This farming proposition is just
United States cattle raisers fail to keep the same thing as the conditions the
pace with both export and home manufacturer is up against. We've
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W. J. SHANKS 207
got to cut our manufacturing cost down peas and so on, and get a better
alfalfa,
to the lowest possible limit. More price forit than we could get for the
than that why shouldn't we manu- raw product, why, it's up to us to
facture the thing that costs us least and manufactiire pork. That's the why
sells for most? In other words, if we you were asking me about a minute
can turn our manufactured product ago."
into a higher-priced and more valuable The General nodded comprehension,
commodity, why should we miss the and Dalton went on leisurely
chance to do it?" " Now, about the how. Let's take
"That sounds like good logic," said another manufacturer as an example
the General. " But just how does it say a fellow who makes plows. If he's
apply in practice?" a big manufacturer, he's got the exact
Dalton settled himself more com- cost of every piece of material that goes
fortably in the porch-chair and pulled into one of his plows figured out to the
at his pipe until the bowl glowed in the decimal point, and he knows to a cent
dusk. what each plow costs him to turn out.
"Take an iron-maker, for instance," Suppose he finds out that by using a
he said. " He's turning out so many less expensive material in a certain part
thousand pieces of pig-iron a day at his he can cut down his manufacturing
plant. Suppose he can turn his iron cost fift^' cents or a dollar, and at the
into steel and double his profits? Is same time turn out a better, more
he going to keep on making iron ? Not valuable article. He isn't likely to go
much. He's going to turn out steel. on using the old stuff, is he? No more
Same way here. We're manufacturing are we. When we know that we can
wheat out of soil. If we can convert manufacture pigs out of wheat and
that wheat into pork with the help of alfalfa and peas and rape and get a
THIS FARMING PROPOSITION IS JUST THB SAME THING THEMANUFACTURER IS UP AGAINST "
S \ID
DALTON. WB'RB MANUFACTURING PORK OUT OF WHEAT AND FIELD PEAS
AND ALFALFA."
208 MANUFACTURING ON THE FARM
better, finer-flavored product than bushel of peas will do as much hog
Iowa can get out of corn, we aren't fattening as one and one-third bushels
going to give up the hog business just of corn. It is easier to raise fifty
because we don't grow corn, are we?" bushels of peas in our climate and soil
" Of course not," agreed the General, than to raise forty bushels of corn in the
promptly. " And you mean to tell me corn belt.
that you can pasture pigs like cattle " We've gotpractical results on top
and get results equal to those secured of the demonstrations by the scientific
by corn-feeding? Corn-fed bacon has hog raisers in the agricultural colleges.
always been a sort of sine qua non in We —
employ the field method ^let the
my mind." hogs do their own cultivating. It
"Sure thing," said Dalton. "The saves labor, and is better for the soil.
packing-houses pay more for pea-fed We know what we can do. Pea-fed
pork than for corn-fed. That proves it, pork is the highest priced at the pack-
doesn't it? We've been competing ing-houses, and we can raise six
with the corn-belt to the south, and I hundred and fifty pounds of pork per
think we've got them securely licked acre from hogs grazed on peas.
now. Hogs not only have better " On top of that, we're gradually
flavor, but fatten quicker on wheat, turning big alfalfa fields and clover
with root crops in
field peas, or alfalfa, pastures into hog grazing fields. Clover
the winter. These are our mainstays is the favorite, but alfalfa stands
up here, and we don't need corn. And, pasturing better Ten to fifteen head
as I said, what's the use of selling wheat of pigs, weighing from fifty to sixty
at sixty-five cents a bushel when that pounds each in the spring, will pasture
same bushel of wheat put into pork will on an acre of alfalfa and make a gain of
sell for eighty cents up to a dollar? one hundred pounds during the season.
"How do we know all this? Well, In the fall finish with peas, barley or
careful experiments have shown that it wheat. That accounts for the new
takes from three hundred to five hun- packing houses at Winnipeg, Calgary
dred pounds of corn to produce one and Edmonton, and a score of smaller
hundred pounds of gain in a pig, places."
whereas in wheat-feeding you can put Some weeks later there was a little
that hundred on the pig's ribs with four farewell dinner to the General in Cal-
hundred and twenty pounds of wheat. gary. He was again a nomad, with an
The price of pork in Southern Alberta Imperial commission to report on
hasn't been below four and a quarter military manoeuvres in Australia.
per hundred during the past six years. The toasts were many. The old
Wheat converted into pork at S4.25 cow-town had not witnessed such .a
per hundred would realize sixty cents "round-up" of old-time ranchers for
per bushel; at $5.00 per hundred, many a day. When the General's turn
seventy-one cents per bushel ; at came, his voice was a bit throaty.
$6.00 per hundred, eighty-six cents "Boys," he said, "in a few days I
per bushel, and at $7.00 per hundred, will be on the ocean, and will soon be
one dollar per bushel. Supplementing talking with our Australian cousins
the wheat with alfalfa, rape or tare about military defenses. If I were
pasture in summer and roots in winter, thirty years younger, I'd begin all over
the number of pounds of grain required again, and start raising cattle and hogs
to produce one hundred pounds of pork in Alberta. I've been at school on my
can be greatly reduced and the value son's farm. The Empire is safe as long
per bushel realized correspondingly as such farms exist and multiply. I
increased. represent the older civilization. Fill
" Peas are a standby up here. They up your glasses, and drink to the
are suited to the climate and soil. One new."
The Voice of Rachael
By George R. Belton
O :\I MA C K ,
speed without haste. The horses
whistling a tune- drank, raised their eyes for that far-off
ful old-time love look into the distance so often recalling
melody, followed to the prairie dweller the gaze of the
his four big desk-bound countr\'-born, then, vnth
horses from the harness hastily pulled, they rolled on
field. the bare spot near the machine shed,
The light was shook themselves and went into their
fading from the stable, where Tom had forked their
sky- in a rich hay. With a final touch to their necks
sombre red glow or shoulders after thro'R-ing each a
while the blue-gray east began to measure of grain he left them for the
take on the peculiar dark, rounded night.
shadow seen only on prairie or desert Life seemed good to Tom Mack,
and called "the shadow of approach- pioneer, owner of sufficient acres to
ing night." The long twilight of the bring more than competence with just
Canadian prairie was beginning. enough toil to answer his once repeated
Spring was merging into a summer prayer, "Give us this day our daily
of great promise; fresh rains, balmy bread," but not enough to bring the
"vsdnds and gentle heat had produced trouble, annoyance and intrusion of
that sweet consciousness of latent hired labor. Yet as he walked from
motherhood all nature seems to wear bam to house he cast one wistful glance
when the returning sun creates the towards the small green mound fenced
earth anew and every plant is striving VN-ithwhite palings out under the maple
towards its utmost growth and pro- trees, and set his jaw sternly as he
duction. looked across the river to the house of
The fresh-plowed garden sent forth Red Bill Sanderson topping the long
its aroma of sweet-smelling earth; crest three miles beyond. For years
underfoot the mint and briar, crushed he had not looked toward the mound
by hoof or boot, gave back its forgive- with longing, nor towards the white
ness in a scented message. From the house with remembrance, but to-night
far-off field came the boom of mating memories and longings had their way
grouse, and nearer by the night hawk with him, though bitterness was past.
swooped with buzzing cry, startling At the home door Mary met him with
home fowl into a moment's outer}-. the same affectionate welcome twenty
Peace and quiet: the quiet of nature years had not wearied. Matronly in
fulfilUng her highest purposes in accord figure and fresh of face, she was restful
with man and the completion of her and comforting to look upon, and her
sixth day's labor: the peace of the man glance to-night had more of the coyness
who acknowledges his Creator in all of the maiden than Tom had noticed
his ways. for years.
Tom Mack went through his even- White Hnen and neat china set forth
ing's work
quietly, leisurely, except for an appetizing and wholesome meal.
the masterful precision that produces Tom put off his work shoes, doused his
209
;
and stepped into the inner room with "Yes, yes, handsome enough, I'll
the same quiet, speedy lack of hurry- warrant v( handsome enough to
that marked his work. break a girl's heart and laugh over it,"
Inside he stopped and stared. said Tom. "It's the handsome ones
Lying upon the lounge where he took — as handsome goes nowadays that —
his after-dinner sleep was a sweet- brings trouble into happy homes and
faced baby, sleeping as only babies hearts."
sleep. It was wrapped in a robe laid "Oh, now, Tom, how you go on!
away for years, and did not even need Sure, you are handsome enough, or
its slight resemblance to another babe thought you were twenty years ago."
to bring him to its side at once. Tom's smile ended in a sigh and he
Mary stood beside him and laid her looked at the baby again.
hand on his shoulder. "Such a sweet child," said Mary.
"They came by the south road to- "She laughed and crowed all afternoon,
day two young people hurrying north
; and went asleep on my arm as if she
to catch the west-bound train on the could never know troubles."
new^ road. It was her mother was sick "God grant she never may," said
the bridge is down, you remember, and Tom Mack.
they had to leave their horse and rig Going to work next morning, Tom
at the other side and cross the old foot stepped back alone into the room to
bridge; then they walked from the hold the baby's hand a moment and
river, each carrying the baby by turns. kiss its sleeping face, and when he
Both were tired out, and she asked if I stepped out the side door he brushed
would take care of the baby till they away a tear with his rough sleeve.
return by to-morrow morning's train." Dinner time came, and neither haste
Tom Mack said nothing in reply, but nor eagerness could be discerned as he
stood still, looking. Then he stooped came into the house, and he said no
and kissed the little hand thrown above word of surprise when he saw the baby
'
blinking its eyes at him from the high "But we will take care of the child
chair brought from the attic and until " began Mar\'.
placed between their table positions. "Oh, ves, of course," answered Tom.
"They did not come," he only said. "The child has no blame in the matter,
"No," said Mary, with a slight catch however it turns out."
in her voice. "Perhaps they missed Xext noonday the baby had found
the return train." its full baby freedom, and Tom took
"I am going to the station this after- the child in his arms, played with it,
noon." said Tom. "Is there anything and finally put it to sleep before going^
to bring?" to work.
"Yes," said Mary. "You will have The evening came, and Tom, walking
to bring some food for baby Alice." from bam to house, whistled the
Tom started at the name and turned little lilting love tune he had hummed
to the child a moment. to baby at noon-time. Inside he
"Baby Alice, baby
Alice," he said, found Mar\^ bent over the stove and
and the httle one crowed to him with busy. Stepping into the room after
the light of love in its eyes. his wash he looked around vacantly. -
no children of
their own . '
"But, of course,
the husband was
along when the
baby was left
here," added
Marv.
"Thie father
might be party to
the arrangement,"
said Tom. "Peo-
ple know us far
enough to tr\' to
work some such
scheme. Wretched
work it is, too." thbrb on the couch whbrb hb was accustombo to take hi6
aftbr-dinnbr'nap lay a baby
— —
212 THE RETURN
Alice cried and held to my dress
with her hand."
little
She sat down on the empty
couch and covered her face.
Tom Mack stood a moment
as if hesitating. Then he went
to her side and taking her hands
in his he leaned her head on his
breast with
"Mary, poor Mary, God help
us and remember the childless."
"The mother made all apologies for Slowly he read it through and laid
the trouble the child had been, and the itgently back in the book.
husband wanted to pay me. I'm "It doesn't say anything about
afraid I was rude to them, but baby fathers," he commented.
THE RETURN
BY SARA HAMILTON BIRCHALL
OPEN sky and open sea,
Wind across the bay;
Now my love comes back to me,
Shall I say him Nay?
Peddling Scrip to Lo
By Nellie L. McClung
Illustrated with Photographs
the La Loche River. Lac la Loche is ^ancv for fresh fish —on the other side
very near the height of land. The it goes
rivers north of it flow west into the The Commission left the Churchill
Athabasca. River when they came to the mouth of
There is never any delay in getting the Reindeer, and followed the latter
the Indians gathered. The news of up until the}' came to Reindeer Lake,
the coming of the Commission seems
always to get to them in advance.
Often runners are sent from one camp-
ing ground to another.
At Lac la Loche the Commission tent
was pitched close beside the little
church.
From Lac la Loche the Commission
came back to the Churchill River,
which runs from Isle a la Crosse to
Hudson's Bay. The Churchill is a
magnificent stream of water, with a
verv rapid current. It is really a series
of island-studded lakes joined by
swiftly running streams. It is esti-
mated that there are about forty-two
rapids on the Churchill, some of them
a mile and a half long. The worst of
these have to be portaged.
As the canoes slip along, when near-
ing a rapid, a peculiar glassiness may
be observed in the water, while ahead
•1 the horizon the white spray may be
H
boys, hurray! Here's
a shanty at last." Henri, the half-breed guide, pointing
At the Chief's shout, the to a home-made bedstead along one
survey party broke hastily wall, a glazed \\'indow and a rough cup-
through the bushes into the clearing. board. "Somewan leeve here not long
Wet and chilled to their very bones time ago."
from a long day's march, facing a bitter Harry Cameron, transit man, threw
northeast -wind that drove sleet and himself in utter exhaustion on the hay
snow into their faces, the men did not mattress as Henri spoke, and almost
pavise a moment to speculate on how a immediately was seized with a racking
well-built shanty came to stand here fit of coughing that made the Chief
on the banks of Peace River, hundreds look at him anxiously; but without
of miles from anyvv-here, but crowded remark, he busied himself at the hearth.
inside and made preparations for a "Fonny t'ing, dis s'ack," said Henri
fire. in an undertone to him. "Dere's no
219
a •
of mink,
—
Fraser priceless buffalo robes, skins
ermine and marten,
otter,
heels, his revolver spitting fire across
the darkness, and Chictak saw that the
and a bale of a dozen black fox skins game was up. Leaping aside, he flung
like sable velvet. himself into his canoe. Another shot,
"She will not be poor, my Islay," he and he doubled up with a yell. But he
said with pride, and shut the chest. recovered, and raising himself, flung
But Fraser 's words had bitten deep, his knife unerringly at his enemy.
and the next morning, to everyone's Harry dodged, but too late, and with
surprise, he announced his intention blood pouring from a ragged graze on
of accompanying the survey party his forehead, he bent blindly down to
back to Edmonton. loosen Islay 's bonds.
"And maybe it will be bonnie Scot- An hour later MacDonald summoned
land to that," he added. "I've long his daughter to the room where Harry
promised Islay to show her the Firth of leaned back against the settle, ban-
Clyde." daged and gory, while Fraser, with a
That night the moon shone brilliant- bad cut in his shoulder, lay at length
ly, and Fraser, glancing out of the win- on an improvised cot. Harry held out
dow, saw Islay and Cameron walking his arms eagerly as Islay came in, and
back and forth along the bank of the with one shy glance at her father, she
river. He sighed a little. "If I were ran quickly to her lover and buried
twenty years younger I'd give Harry a her face in his shoulder.
run for his money myself. That's a MacDonald turned away.
bonny lassie." Turning, he caught a "It iss come, and cannot be helped."
glimpse of Chictak's face, also intent on he murmured in a queer choked voice.
the pair, with a smouldering gleam of With hands that shook, he took down
hatred in his eyes. bottle and glasses from the cupboard.
"I'm glad we're leaving soon," he "And now, we will all drink to your
thought. "Yon Indian's no canny ferry good healths," he said with
customer." dignity.
The Price of a Tunic
By G. F. Carruthers
we must consider the subject in the who professes to know your age, your
aspect of to-day. Long ago a woman, past and your present, will add just
married and a mother, was considered as many more years to your record as
old at thirty-seven, and a candidate her elastic conscience will permit, and
for caps at forty, and eligible for the that some writer in some journal or
chimney corner at forty-five. A single another will be asking fifty odd year^
girl was "getting to be old maidish" at — —
from now as in 1855 "Are there an}
—
twenty-four one reason why they old ladies left nowadays?"
married off all the girls as soon after
fifteen as they could —
^and was a "real
old maid" at twenty-eight, and to this THE COSTERMONGERS' BALL
day that same beautiful age is con- IV/IR. ALBERT CHEVALIER, the
sidered rather a "stale" one for a girl ^''^ laureate of costers, would
the
in certain parts of rural Ireland. have been proud to see his proteges
Think of the young woman of thirty- foot it to "fiddle and lute and big
five to-day !She is as brisk ^and why — bassoon" at the annual ball in Lime-
—
not? as any girl of twenty and three house Hall in old London town. But
times as wise and efficient and interest- Mr. Chevalier was travelling in Can-
ing. Think of the woman of forty, ada, and, moreover, had he been pres-
busy with her growing family, her house- ent he would hardly have recognized
keeping, her social duties- one eye on — 'Liza and her "Pearlie." Hobble
the vote and the other on the husband. skirts and high-heeled golden slippers
I
were the order of the night among the beetled over gray-blue eyes hard as
'"Lizas"; correct cla"vv-hammer and steel, yet with depths behind them.
white tie disguised her '"Arry." The He was a man a woman would love
dowagers who lined the hall were re- madly, and respect respectfully. He
splendent in velvet and brocade and was a newspaper man to the core an —
diamonds. Fingers hardened by work artist in the news-gathering and news-
were rigid with jewelled rings. They editing sense, and he had the Napole-
would be nimble enough over the stalls onic power of getting the very best out
down Whitechapel way in the morning. of his men and getting it cheerfully
Yonder raven-haired Jewess flaunting and with something which looked very
her hobble skirt of glistening
satin will don, to-morrow, the
red and blue dress and marvel-
lous hat shagg}' with feathers
and cry her fruits and vegetables
in Lime'us Hole, while her
partner, that splendid young
fellow in pumps, with the big
blazer in his shirt-front and the
greasy curl on his brow, will
push his barrow or "shallow"
down some East End purlieu,
lustily hawking his wares the
while.To-morrow, that ancient
dowager with the diamond
earrings andrope of pearls,
who sits likea duchess in her
sumptuous, velvet gown will
haggle with the best of them
over a bunch of carrots in the
—
Old Kent Road but they are
Kings and Queens, Dukes and
Princesses, this one night in
all the year. Chevalier could
travel among them from dark
to dawn without recognizing
even his famous Old Dutch.
Well, why not? Ever\' dog
owns one day in the year.
sense, but he used vigorous language you were fractious, or timid, or dis-
— and he knew men and their powers couraged, his tact, his patience, his
and could w^ake the best that was in gentleness were amazing. He got you
!
:
his alert
snapped out
"Why not? Why can't vou?" to —
,
like a pistol shot, made you willwork fori" He had you before
,
feel foolish if you hadn't an answer to you w^ere aware of it! And then you
j
pot him with. He was not a tall man, wanted to work for him and "show"
.
but yet he was big physically as well as him, since he was of the kind from
mentally. His brows, graying now, Missouri. And once he got his men
— .
crushed by grief, or in pain or sorrow. Be this as it may, the man who could !
We hurl our unending queries at the read the stars was a boon companion
great gates of a world beyond our ken of childish days —
those darling hours
|
— of which indeed some of us are none of fancy and faith which all too soon
j
too sure, and hear but the hollow slip away into fairy wreaths of mist. '
mocking echo. Why was the dear What matter is it that he was a little
little child taken —
the young man in "quare in his head"; wouldn't you be
j
—
I
his proud strength the gentle little if you knew as much as he did? He
girl? Why this awful holocaust of was long and lean and wild and a shoe-
poor workers burnt up in some factory maker, and every year he was visited
fire, this loss of life by train or ship- by the Phooka, who is the Fairies'
—
I
•,"[Tlil!r
' ih;;ji|mm haps her arms were round and beauti-
ful, her "bowing" graceful, her "tech-
—
nique" perfection the little girl re-
members the beautiful velvet dress,
Lady Buchan's dusty bonnet. Royalty
— —
vague term! somewhere in the dim
background, but the woman remembers
the exquisite music and the thoughts
that it awoke in one human soul, and
which are echoing there vibrant and
clear and beautiful to-day.
TWA DOGS
I_jE was an ordinary looking old gray
dog, and he was loping along the
principal street of the town without
A
"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 231
oment up came the car, the ven,' nearly soiled my paws with that
omen calling, the chauffeur whist- tramp. As if I couldn't sweep the
Img. The Airedale threw one furi- street with a cheap mutt like that!
'us look to his adversary, turned Golly, I wish these women would stop
nd leaped up into the tonneau huggin' me— makes a fellow look fool-
hrough the open door of the ish!"
—
extraordinary gift in satire, that com- How can he paint her woes,
Knowing, as well he knows
mended him to fame and endeared him That all can be set right with calomel'
to the world. In his dramas he was
untrue, because he showed us human Could anything be more liquid than
nature with the skin off. Divested, those lines? Not a harsh consonant
that is, of the finer integuments a set — in them, hardly a sibilant, but instead
of pictures momentarily diverting, but pure, open vowel sounds. It is a gem,
unenduring by reason of their essential set in quaint fretwork, a jewel of Eng-
injustice. Not that he was incapable
of tenderness, for one of his plays, a
lish —
and a joke.
This curious skill contrasts with
beautiful bit in two short acts, touched another equally curious in the jugglery
a deeply sympathetic chord, and still of perfectly good words into laughable
lives in the libraries, though its form
rhyme, thrown at some foible of poor
shuts it out from the stage of to-day. humanity. As when General Stanley
"The Bab Ballads" first brought him sings of himself in "The Pirates of
into general notice. This delightful, Penzance":
unsentimental, altogether brilliant book
stands to-day as the most unerring "About binomial theorem I'm teeming with
touchstone of character, wherever you a lot of news.
go. You are fairly safe in making And many cheerful facts about the square
of the hypothenuse."
mends with those who like it. Those
who do not may be honest, may be Or when the sentry in lolanthe sings
got d but there is no maybe whatever
;
that:
about their being dull, and always a
chance that they share the qualities "When all night long a chap remains
On sentry go, to chase monotony,
ascribed to those who have no music He exercises of his brains "
in their souls. The little pictures in That is, assuming that he's got any
the earlier editions disclosed a most
unusually deft hand, for they were his And afterward, contemplating the
own pen and ink drawings, and some- tower of Big Ben, tunefully tells that:
thing new in the art of illustration, "When in that house M. P.'s divide,
ranking fully up to Sir John Teniel they've a brain and cerebellum, too,
If
at his best, though in another domain. They've got to leave that brain outside,
But in the books that were his part And vote just as their leaders tell 'em
to."
of the work done in collaboration with
Sir Arthur Sullivan, he manifested a The temptation to run on is very
spirit amounting to genius; and as a great, but the whole matter may be
master of quaint, pungent or startling summed up in the statement that Sir
rhyme, he set a mark out and away William was a wit, a caustic wit of the
above and beyond anything ever first order, and not in the .real sense a
reached before his day. The work of humorist. If he had been less of the
these two men in welding pure and first and more of the second he could
sweet music with fine but antipathetic have matched with Thackeray, per-
satire was almost marvelous in its haps overtopped him As it stands,
perfection. Their operas are a lasting his work was unlike any other man's,
monument, as nearly time proof as any and its effect, broadly, speaking, was
production of the human brain possibly for the betterment of the time he lived
can be. in and the times to come. His voyage
No English versifier, not even Tenny- through life left behind him a wake of
son, had a surer sense of the melodic wholesome laughter, that bubbles yet,
value of words. Take Bunthorne's and always will. He was a great man,
"O, Hollow" for an illustration of whose mantle would smother anyone
that. on whom it might fall. Let us be
"What time the poet hath hymned thankful that he lived, even while we
The writhing maid, lithe Hmbed, grieve for the loss of him.
'
p Plink-plink, plunk!
hah-oo-oo-wah-oo-wow!
Plink-plunk, plunk-plink
. . . Wah-
.
!"
. .
were not so colorful or so poetic as
those of India of which the Nautch,
the Purda and the Cobra are beautiful
That's the St. Denis EgA,-ptian or- examples. One might go far to see
chestra. anything more curiously exotic than
"B-r-r-r-r-r . . click!" the Cobra dance, where the dancer,
That's the curtain. seated on a dais, impersonates both
!"
"0-o-o-o-ooh charmer and serpents with gliding,
You couldn't blame the audience. darting arms and jewel sparks from
The scene unfolded reminded one of a her fingers like the flashing of wicked
Turkish bath. Scantily-clad Nubian eyes.
slaves skipped about serving equally Miss St. Denis is not so much of a
negligee noble Eg\-ptians. Two priests dancer as a mistress of plastic poses.
bore a lugubrious mummy across the She does not attempt to reproduce
banquet-hall. Ra, Toth, Tum and Genee's twinkling toes or the leaping
Sennacherib dined; and from the shelter flame of the Russian dancers' move-
of a curtain appeared Ruth St. Denis, ments, or the kicking tactics of Tootsie
the barefoot dancer, in a costume that Toddles. Rather, she gives pose after
a graduate of a good missionar\^ train- lovely pose, uses color effects to a mar-
ing school would consider highly im- vel, and often produces results of
proper even in the jungle. remarkable beauty.
"Plink-plink, . plunk!"
. Yet the audience yawned. In the
"L'arr" is a queer article. In its next row sat two fat-necked gentlemen
name this season Miss Ruth St. Denis who exhaled an odor of highballs. On
has conceived, staged and presented the stage "The Festival of Ra" was
three Eg\'ptian dances, "The Feast of weaving itssymbolic spell wherein was
Eternity,'" "The Veil of Isis" and "The represented the rising and passing of
Festival of Ra." The dim temple of nations and men with the dawn, the
Isis with flaring orange flames against glory and the fading of day. Imper-
the blue-grey of the shrine and the ceptibly the golden glow of noon
veiled, immutable goddess within is drooped, the sky shadowed, darkened,
an unforgettable picture; and the cos- the music hushed. One by one the
tume revealed with her unfolding veil dancers silently disappeared, and the
is one of lightning and stars and the goddess remained alone. Bluer and
metallic rainbows of carborundum. And bluer grew the evening sky, and mth
the "Festival of Ra" —
but more of that the last led level ray upon her hair she
later. drifted to earth and lay again upon the
As a whole, the Egyptian dances. tomb whence she had arisen.
235
Photo by Mofjetl emmy wehlen
Who since leaving her native Vienna, has mastered English, sung the role of The Merry Widow
in London, played in a Gaiety success and has recently been appearing in
Marriage a la Carte
"She's dedt now," said Abie. 'T'HERE have been more red trou-
"Veil, she earned der money." * sers on the stage this last month
"Ya. Der oldt girl cashed in. than susceptible feminine hearts
Vat you sav we go have a drink?" have any right to expect. "The
"L'arr?"' Seven Sisters" was resplendent with
What's the use, anyhow? Bohemian captains in scarlet nether
236
Photo by Moffett mar.iorie wood
A piqtiantand clever little actress whose comedy work his attracted a guod deal of favorable
comment. She was billed to appear as the star of Next, Rida Johnson Young's
comedy, but the play has been put off until cooler days
garments and the glor\' of clinking Merimee and his military friends with
swords. "MadameSherry," in which bewildering profusion.
Lina Abarbanell plays the clever little "Mile. Rosita" is Fritzi Scheflf's new
convent girl, is adorned by a pair of offering, built by Joseph and Victor
them, on a dashing masculine heart- Herbert especially for the trim-figured
breaker, and now in "Mile. Rosita" and piquant star. Extravagant, light,
they reappear on Lieutenant Prosper de jingly, with a wilful Shetland pony who
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23S THE STORY OF THE PLAY
edges. The gowns she wears are not
up to the Scheff standard, though they
still fit to an alarming degree, and as
for the chorus, many good possible
stage pictures are lost that, if the girls
were properly chosen and less hap-
hazardly gowned, would give a charm-
ing effect.
Altogether, "Mile. Rosita" is tuneful
and amusing, and will recover from
some of its present hitches later in
the season.
•'months" has long had^as an impos- the Girl, and George Damerel acts the
siblerhyme-word among poets. True Master as if he really believed in it.
:he song- writer brazenly pairs it with Her voice has improved greatly, and
once," but gets it across for all that. she sings "Some Golden Day" in a way
If Miss Bayes would only prune ofiE that brings her encores to burn.
some vaudeville tricks she has of shout-
ing and "yawping," she would be much
r^EORGE ARLISS, who has made a
^-^ real success of "Disraeli," at a
more charming, and she really ought
luncheon given in his honor recently,
not to be caught in such a dowdv
told of some experiences in the days of
frock as that she wears during the
his beginnings as an actor in a small
first act.
theatre on the Surrey side of the Thames.
'THE Hough- Adams combination has One had to do with a little blustering,
' added to the summ.er season's gaiety hectoring old tragedian of the general
with "The Heart-Breakers," in which style and manner of the actor imper-
Sally Fisher and George Damerel dis- sonated by Albert Chevalier in the
port themselves merrily, with the assist- song called "A Fallen Star." This
ance of a pretty chorus and some swing- tragedian, manager of the little com-
ing songs. pany of which Mr. Arliss was a minor
Unlike most musical comedies, "The member, arrived one morning at a re-
Heart-Breakers" has an indispensable hearsal in ven,' bad humor, and at
plot vdih a real idea in it. Sworn to once started in to find fault with every
bachelorhood ,a club of y oungmen spend member of the comipany. Mr. Arliss,
their lives in revenging trouserdom up- knowing the old fellow's weakness,
on all flirts with distracting eyes and deftly inserted a remark concerning a
bewitching dimples and hearts as hard compliment as to the days when the
as the nether millstone. The records "boss" played "Hamlet. The vanity
of the club are not in terms of strokes of the old codger at once asserted itself,
or sailings or highballs, but in the time and he raved on as follows, according to
each member takes to kiss a girl, and the chronicles of the star of "Disraeli"
the number he has vanquished. Once "Yes, I was accounted a good Ham-
kissed, the girl is of no more interest let but what I prided myself on was the
;
other sex and of her own beauty, and the queen; and my ex-'wife was the
to whose good graces the Master of the player queen. Yes, indeed 1
—
that was
club himself falls a victim. a real cast I" And his name was not
Miss Sally Fisher plays the role of Cohan.
FLIGHTS OF FANCY reason. He stood it as long as he
SLANG of the forceful kind is so read- could. Then he groaned and said:
" 'Is it (thump, bang) quite necessary
ily absorbed into daily conversation
that after a while it becomes a matter (whack, bash, slap) to make me black
of fine distinction as to what is slang and blue (crash) all over?'
Here a sample that " 'Never you mind,' said the rubber,
and what is not. is
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LOVE SONG
BY J. A. SYMONDS
SWALLOW, swallow, with the sea beneath thee;
O How thy fair feathers shine, how free they hover
Give me one feather from thy wings, I prithee;
Fain would I write a letter to my lover.
And when I've written it and made it charming,
I'll give thee back thy feather, swallow darling;
And when I've written it and gilt it over,
I'll give thee back thy feather, free sea-rover.
VOLX
AUGUST
CANADA
Money-Mad
Part IE.
EH OLD the Westerner at his Sunday dinner.
ini Bi-^^^ j|i His board groans beneath the weight of boun-
ji 11. I ^^^li ties from far off lands. The sizzHng roast has
iHri 'fi'i travelled far. The steer from whence it came
was bred and fed and bled in Old Ontario; it
went over the block in Toronto and the beef
was shipped a thousand miles or so to give this
man more brawn and brain. He needs the
brawn to wheat: the brain he has but little use for. The
raise his
"praties" were dug, pitted and shipped at the pleasure of some
market-wary farmer in Prince Edward Island: transportation has
trebled their price, but they're none the mealier nor more tasty
because of that. The other vegetables were shipped in from some-
—
where near Chicago. The contents of the salad bowl green-stuff,
dressing and hard-boiled eggs
242
—had their origin in the East. The
MONTHLY J^X
NO-4
1911
fiarmino:
^
Rex Croasdell
^^J Drawin0sri^€iaicMX}ranty
milk in the coffee came from the dugs of Minnesota cows; and the
cheese has travelled around the north shore of Lake Superior. Truly
the Westerner is cosmopolitan in his tastes. The farce of it. The
man's back door opens on to millions of acres of almost illimitable
fertility —^very acre fitted to produce his meal from soup to cheese
and crackers.
Think of it. The greatest agricultural area within the Empire
imports its own foodstuffs. not "stuff and nonsense."
It is It's
true. The inwards freight returns of the railways prove it; govern-
ment import statistics prove it; and the high and soaring price of
your three square meals a day proves it. There is no excuse for the
high cost of living in Western Canada. Western Canada can and
should be self-supporting at the dinner table. But it isn't. What's
the reason? Wheat's the reason; wheat, wheat, WHEAT The ! !
by continually cropping wheat to bother neath the high prices of imported food-
about raising breakfast bacon, legs o' stuffs, who suffer from the wasteful-
mutton, sirloin steaks, broilers, roast- ness of all-wheat farming.
ers, vegetables, dairy produce and such The wheat farmer himself is the
like. greatest loser. It is an established
Under the present conditions, fact that continual wheat-cropping
which give us vast areas of cheap land, robs the land of its fertility and —
it is perfectly proper that wheat be the down comes the yield per acre.
dominating crop of Western pi^da. Nature demands that the fertility
But man cannot live by bread alone. be fed back to the soil from whence
He must have butter, beef and bacon it came. Nature intended the crops
sometimes; and he must get them at of the field for the beasts of the field
home-produced prices. It is not only and the beasts of the field give back
the larger communities, struggling be- its fertility, Answer :^raise stock.
from the impracticable; have cast out had an excuse all ready, hadn't you?
that which is bad and held fast to You were going to say, "Well, we don't
that which is good. Not one of these crop wheat all the time, we summer-
men advocate continuous grain-
will fallow." Systematic and scientific soil
growing. They
all preach the gospel of
robbers! Twentieth Century Captain
diversified farming. Take William A. Kidds cruising the high fields for plun-
Munro, who superintends the Govern- der! Go back to the root-house;
ment's place at Rosthern, Sask. In a McKillican has a club for you. And
recent letter he writes: here's another official warning. This
one comes from Mr. W. H. Fairfield,
Regarding the advisability of the general
adoption of diversified farming, I might say-
Superintendent at the Experimental
that if by diversified farming you mean Farm at Lethbridge. Listen to Mr.
mixed farming, including the raising of live Fairfield.
stock as opposed to wheat farming, it is the
only salvation for this country, and the only That diversified farming will have to be
permanent basis upon -which agriculture can be adopted sooner or later in the wheat-grow-
carried on. ing areas in the West is self-evident to any
thinking man at all posted on the results in
Then
again, from the Experimental older districts where the one-crop method
Farm at Brandon, Mr. W. C. McKilli- of farming has been adopted, for the story
has been the same with wheat, barley, com,
can writes tobacco, cotton, etc. If diversified farming
There is no question but that the system could be adopted in the beginning, before
244
—
the fertility of the land has been more or wheat exclusively, our land will become very
less depleted, a great gain would be made. foul with weeds and much of the humus will
On the other hand, if we keep on raising be used up.
—and for a very moderate sum of amount of feed as does the scrub type.
money you can procure pure-bred The butcher wants carcasses with
animals. The fair officials have white fat and red flesh, and well mar-
done a great deal to build up the aver-
age grade of Saskatchewan herds, and
—
bled at that give him the good beef-
producing steers and he'll give you the
will giveyou every possible assistance bank-balance boosting prices. And
in selectionand shipment. There's a remember the value of the manure
this,
big and ready market for high class equals the cost of labor, so the steer
beeves, and the high class stock shows doesn't charge you anything for look-
double the daily gain for the same ing after him.
cents a bushel on the market. Did the lets of your memory. $1,283^ per
well-informed and canny superintend- bushel for frozen wheat. Now, do you
ent sell his wheat at thirty-five cents believe it pays to sell wheat on the hoof?
per? You betcherlife he didn't. The If you don't believe it, write Superin-
farm purchased a car of feeder steers tendent Hutton about it; and ask him
and set them to work raising the price at the same time about his ideas on
of wheat. The frozen wheat was ground continual grain cropping as against
and fed to the steers, together with such mixed farming.
-1i?lff^7l#flMtmiitfr^
Out where the alfalfa contest is in fancy prices for and putting up under
progress they let the hogs run in the the gilt-edged label.
field and pick up their own living off Even when you feed wheat to your
field-peas and other fodders. Corn- pigs and market it in the form of pork
fed pork is no longer the XXXX
gilt- at from eighty cents to SI. 00 a bushel,
—
edged kind pea-fed bacon and hams —
you are'nt losing any money hardly —
are w^hat the packers are paying the and combined with peas, its a good bet.
THE COST OP ONE WEEK'S CANNED GOODS WILL COVER THE COST OP RAISING SUFFICIENT
GARDEN STUFF FOR A YEAR.
247
the decline [of the sheep ranch, have the Provincial Department of Agricul-
forestalled opportunity by raising mut- ture for Saskatchewan. The figures
ton for themselves and raking in fat show "average" profits only, but proper
profits as aside-line. And nearly everyone methods will multiply these consider-
goes around biting himself because he ably. A flock of forty-eight head,
didn't start in the game earlier. after making a very liberal allowance
There can be no fear of over-produc- for increasing, will return a net profit
tion. The home demand in the west, of $132.50 per year. Not even the
curtailed at that because f scarcity
' most prejudiced no-stock, all-wheat
of supply, exceeds the supply by over farmer can say sheep cannot be raised
100,000 head. The Western producer in Western Canada. True, coyotes
has an advantage of four to four and a have a mutt ny tooth, but a portable
half cents per pound dressed in freight fence can be moved around in half a
rates and duty over the American and day, and a portable" fence need be no
Australian shippers. The field is his. larger than you wish to make it. No,
As to actual profits, apart fr^m the there nothing else to it: you must
is
values of securing clean, weedless
farms, average figures are quoted by
raise sheep
without them.
—
you can't afford to be
249
; —
The Half^Caste^
tlilda Virginia Jones
Autkor of Moioxivacki's Meniory^
Tke Cock Wko Called tke Da-wrt
etc.
Illustrations hy
Frederic 'M- Grant"
knew that his world disapproved, and of the moon, and slowly tears gathered ;
I knew that I had forever lost all caste in her eyes, brimmed over and fell '
f ^
Z04 inn/ n/\i-(r-\^Aoi JC/
own people and equally outcast from voice with just the hint of a foreign
her father's race as she had always accent.
been, and found it the sweetest thing "May I offer my kuruma to Madame,
she had ever known. Now it had come who looks ill?" he asked quietly.
to an end. Again the hot tears To this unheard of courtesy, Fusa
gathered and fell. She saw him again had no instant reply, and he continued,
as she had first seen him at the mission "I am dining a little further up the
school — a handsome, manly little cliff, and I am not depriving myself
figure, immaculately clad in his cotton in the least. May I beg of you to per-
kimono and sandals, black hair cropped mit my coolie to take you home?"
short, and restless seeking eyes always She tried to rise, and then suddenly
alert for some new thing. He was a felt his arm beneath hers, assisting her
stranger in the school, and Fusa, the into the kuruma. She thanked him in
lonely, had championed his cause and English, and gave him her address
helped fight his battles. Even when quite simply. Then the coolie had
he had been made to realize the differ- taken her to her house, and she had
ence between them, their friendship seen the stranger no more. A few
suffered no change. He was insatiably days later the first overtures from the
curious about foreign ways and eager Furokawa for her hand came to her
to learn all she could teach. mother. Fusa was ignorant of the
Then she had gone to the English name, and did not at all understand
school. The letters he had written her this sudden display of interest. At
there made her smile forlornly, even first she laughed then when the photo-
;
through her tears. Such masterpieces graph of the eldest son of the family
of inexcusable EngHsh ! How she had and would-be bridegroom came, she
loved correcting them, and watching recognized her chance acquaintance.
his improvement. The foreign dress Even then she refused to think serious-
and leather shoes she wore on her re- ly of the future, or of the Furokawa 's
turn to Japan only increased the boy's offer, and her mother had bided her
interest in her. Fusa recognized this, time to show up Chio in his true light
and gave it its due weight in her hold of crafty selfishness and persuade her
on his friendship; but in her heart she daughter to accept a match which she
did not care. It was so good to have felt to be her dearest desire.
companionship, no matter what the Fusa raised her head from her arms
reason or the price. Her father had and looked out into the night. In the
fostered their friendship, and laughed garden below sounded the drop and
at his wife's fears. P'usa had known tinkle of the tiny waterfall, the cry of
that her mother disapproved, but as a night insect, the soft rush of a circling
long as that disapproval was not openly bat. The moonlight flooded in with
expressed, she clung to Chio with a an unfamiliar glow, making it seem far
desperate determination to keep at off, unfriendly. The girl shuddered
least her one friend. Then her father and drew her kimono about her throat.
had died, and now . "After all," she murmured, "mother
Her mind turned to the day she had only wants me to be happy."
met the son of the Furokawa, the man Softly she slipped her feet into her
whom her mother was urging her to sandals, crept softly down the stairs, «
marry. She had been playing with and pushed apart the shoji of her
some of the bare-legged, bare-headed mother's room. There she sat alone,
children on the beach at Negishi, and just as Fusa had left her, the tiny pipe
at last, feeling weary, had sat down bowl alternately glowing and fading.
on the grass beside the roadway to rest. Silently the girl knelt beside her and
An approaching jinrikisha caused her tenderly put her arms about the elder
to raise her head, and her eyes encount- woman.
ered those of a Japanese gentleman in
foreign clothes. Before she realized it. Next day the declaration of war
he had jumped lightly to the ground, broke upon Japan.
and was addressing her in a kindly No one had time to think of marry-
HILDA VIRGINIA JONES 255
ing or giving in marriage now. All come back safely and have a big ban-
personal ambition, desire and anticipa- zai and we will all be ver}^ proud of
tion vanished before the country's you."
call. The overtures of the Furokawa His voice lowered and took on a
were laid aside for the present, the peculiar, husky note.
visits of Chio ceased, the business of "Will you be proud of me, my star
the entire city was put aside. One of delight?"
thought only occupied the minds and Fusa quivered, half afraid, half re-
efforts of all Japanese —
the war. Fusa joicing, all astir. He did love her,
and her mother, following the example then. He would speak. She had no
of all heroic and patriotic women, gave words; she could only look up at him
their little to the cause with as much once from under lowered lids, and the
love and reverence as the wealthiest next minute she was in his arms,
lady of the land contributed her for- feeling his breath on her cheek and,
tune, and the poorest her mite. Their his kisses, hot, eager, insistent, on her
energ}', their time, their thoughts were throat as she averted her face.
for more vital things than the marriage "Chio! You must not!" she mur-
of one girl. Fusa felt a throb of par- mured, half-heartedly pushing him
donable pride to hear that the Furo- away, but she might as well have
kawa 's eldest son led one of the finest tried to push away a giant, so strong
regiments to the seat of war. Chio was his grip.
—
was going, too, she heard as a private. "Kiss me," he whispered, "kiss me
Her slim fingers worked faster on the as the English do, Fusa. Give yourself
garment she was making for the sol- to me, my flower, my beloved. Come
diers. —
Perhaps there was one chance with me to Kamakura—give me one
in a million that Chio might be the one little, little day out of the existances.
to wear it. In three days my regiment goes, and
Even as she thought of him there I may never see you again. Come to
came from the garden a familiar signal, me, Fusa."
the one that she and Chio had used The girl did not move, but she turned
since their first school days. He had blazing black eyes full upon him. Was
come back to say good-bye. She this the result of her teachings, this
looked at her mother and rose to her all he had to offer? Her slender body
feet. stiffened, her look met his. As if she
"This last time, mother," she asked had struck him, he released her, and
wistfully. they confronted each other in the
The elder woman hesitated. garden path.
go to him, my daughter.
"Yes, "I am going to marry the eldest son
Tell him everything —
that the Furo- of the Furokawa," she said calmly,
kawa want you to marry their son, and turning, she went back to the
that he must cease his visits here, house.
and that you must say good-bye. "Damn!" said Chio, in English.
Then, if he loves you, he will speak;
but if he does not, you will marn^ the The days dragged by, the long, long
Furokawa." days of the war. The only things of
Fusa bent her head. import in the city were the bulletins
"I will do so," she answered quietly, announcing defeat or victor}-. Re-
and left the room to meet him. sources grew more meagre, prices went
"Fusa!" he said eagerly, "Fusa! higher, the rich economized, the poor
how beautiful you are!" suffered, the eyes of the waiting women
The girl extended her hand, keeping grew sadder and more wistful. Fusa
stern control over herself. "I thought and her mother lived quietly at home,
you were gone, Chio." seeing no one, hearing nothing of
"My regiment leaves in three days. either the Furokawa or Chio. Fusa -S
Fusa, Fusa, I may never see you again." went about apparently unchanged,
She smiled lightly. "Oh, you will
^
except that possibly she was more
a
His parents' friends must regard his what ? Chio 's name was never uttered,
wishes. The scandals of long ago must and she had not seen him since he had
all die. Fusa's mother breathed again disembarked. Fusa packed her boxes
the air of her girlhood days, and was to go to her new home; burned the
happy. She talked of the Furokawa, letters he had written so long ago,
who was coming home in a few days and gave to a little neighbor girl every-
with his regiment, of his bravery, of his thing that could remind her of him.
honors, of his decorations. Her mother watched her with relief
"Are you not proud of him, Fusa?" and stroked her soft black hair.
she asked one day. " It is easier to forget so," she said
"I am proud that Japan has such tenderly. But Fusa made no reply.
Sons," answered the girl, "but it That night, lying under her futon
doesn't make me love them, little in the little room stripped of every-
mother." thing that had been hers, with every
Several days later she received a trace of her life erased from the little
photograph from him, with a note house she had known so intimately so
asking her to join in his banzai. She many years, Fusa wept silently. Her
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HILDA VIRGINIA JONES 257
WEALTH
BY CHRISTINA DAVIS
a^H
M Y first look-in
upon divina-
tion
when
eighteen years young,
c
I
ame
was
member, and would
have liked to escape,
but the sybil was there
and waiting, and I
could get through with
and correspondingly it more gracefully than
cocksure of ever}-thing. I could get out.
A New York Herald I know now she was
man of my acquaint- a cn,'stal gazer. It
ance drifted along one was all new to me
day, uneasily drunk then.
and anxious to get She was an old
over it. His name woman, sad eyed,
was George Brown, and snuffling, as with
and his manner
of life impending tears. An
was distinctly vivid. irregularly shaped
His father, a merchant piece of bright glass
in a country
town, lay in her lap, and
had to come forward after a mournful sur-
several times and pay vey of us, she sighed
things up for him, on and looked at it. A
a rather large scale, few moments of silence
relatively speaking. and then she began
George's idea that on George, and scared
day was to take a ^^^^^^^^ him sober with a
long walk in quiet ^^^^^^^^* Cassandra warning—
streets. He thought I was the boy woe, woe! His own career was to be
to see that he took it. I concurred brilliant but short, yet long enough to
in this, and we walked. let him kill his father. Xot with his
In a street noticeably quiet for even hands, but by his acts, for he would
that quiet city, a sign on a house said ruin that good old man, and through
a fortune teller Hved inside. George heartbreak working on a frame al-
was piped up to just about that kind ready enfeebled, bring him to the grave,
of tune, and we must go in, and did. where the mother soon would follow.
259
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260 THE WHITE CROWS
And for his own unhappy part, the fered. That much has been proven
cup would get him before his powers to me.
would have time to ripen. George * * * *
shrank in his chair, chalk white, but At that time a Mrs. Simpson lived
he said nothing. in Sheldon Street, near Union Park,
Then she attended to my case, and Chicago. She was a slight, nervous
gave me a life reading, sketchy, but woman, a Louisiana Creole by birth,
clear in the high spots, up to my the mother of a family, and held in
eighty-fourth year —
at which term, esteem by her neighbors, as I learned
as she delicately put it, I would cease by inquiry. My old friend James H.
to take interest in the affairs of this McVicker had heard of her, and asked
world. In justice to that old girl, I me to go over and find out what she
must say she had it about right so far could do. I knew no more about her
as my traipsing has carried me, and than he told me, and that was only her
fixed me out with a comfortable end- name and address.
ing, surrounded by friends, which The sitting was interesting, but the
I mean to evade, if evasion be main part of it seemed to me at the
possible, for I can't understand time too remote from probability to be
why anyone should want anyone worth considering. This is that part:
elseon the premises when he dies. She told me that in about three years
It is better done solus, unless one I would find myself at the turning-
be fortunate enough to die in bat- point of my career. I would be stand-
tle. ing on the side of a mountain, looking
However, being eighteen and cock- out over a rolling prairie, white with
sure, the whole thing seemed too trivial snow in the morning sunlight; that be-
to engage the serious attention of a first fore sunset that day I would come upon
class intellect (my own), and I dis- an Indian sitting on a boulder beside
missed it. But George's father died a stream, on the other bank of the
within two years, empoverished and stream being a thick outcropping of
heart broken even as said, and his coal; that I would take up or locate
mother lingered but a little while after. that coal, and build a town near by;
George's o^yn life went down in dark- that this would occur in "the couteaux
ness before he had reached thirty; and of theSouris," and that thereafter my life
in the latter days of it he ate ashes would lie in channels utterly foreign to
like bread, and mingled his drink with anything I had known before. The
weeping. Which made me wonder phrase "couteaux of the Souris" puz-
whether my keen judgment had not zled me, and stuck in my memc'ry.
been a little too keen. Three years later all this actually
For some time that episode stood did occur —
Indian, coal, town, and new
alone. Then, as a newspaper man, occupations. It was led up to by a
it fellto me to do a turn of investigat- series happenings in the city of
of
ing, for the explosion of a fraud. That Washington, growing out of my news-
was all in the day's work, but a few paper work there. The forecast made
things came up that set me investigat- by Mrs. Simpson recurred to my mind
ing on myown account. Sometimes over near the international boundary
it would be with friends, sometimes line, in a region then unoccupied, on a
alone, but I pursued the subject until day that began as described. I turned
I had seen it in all its aspects. Most a bend in a stream that afternoon, and
of them are rotten, nearly all are dan- found an Indian sitting on a lump of
gerous, none is understood by those rock opposite a cropping of lignite
who practise, or most of those who be- tertiary coal. The rest followed. I
lieve. For the thing is not what even founded there the town of Dunseith,
its most honest followers think it; North Dakota, about fifty miles south
yet it a possibility of truth,
carries of the site of the present city of Bran-
now and then in some degree realized. don, Manitoba. It was some time be-
Genuine prophecy is occasionally of- fore I got the finishing touch in the
explanation of the described as a large
"couteaux of the upright frame, with
Souris." something in it that
The stream where would take the place
the coal cropped of typesetting. It was
emptied into a river to come to me sud-
the frontier people denly, unsought, as
called the Mouse. I though dropped from
knew it by no other above. I was to take
name. The little river it ap and interest
where the coal was others, and be the
ran between low-cut means of bringing it
hills sloping toward into use.
the Mouse. On an Within six months,
old Hudson's B; one evening in the
Company map in tiic Ebbitt house at
nearest land office Washington, Maj. W.
the next summer, I S. Peabody, a retir-
found these hills ed army man, told
marked "couteaux of me about a machine
the Souris." Then in Baltimore that he
I understood. Souris thought had pretty
is French for mouse. big possibilities. I
I hadn't thought of went Baltimore
to
that. FREDERICK WARDE
next da}' and found
The old name has The actor-manager who figured in there the first and
fulfilling
made a visit to Mrs. Simpson for ac- Never mind details. It appealed
knowledgment, if nothing more. On to me at sight as the first practical
this occasion I learned that still an- thing up to that time produced ^\•ith a
other change lay almost immediately view to substituting mechanical compo-
before me. sition for hand work in straight reading
I am by trade a printer. Though I matter, and in that was wholly right,
I
had not followed the craft since my as results have shown. I dropped
apprenticeship, I had been in con- everything else and worked fourteen
tinuoiis touch with it through .one or months to pull it into the world ^and —
another position of editorship. The succeeded, though for eight months I
new thing foreshadowed was to be a had to take laughter for my pains, and
revolutionary invention in printing, then for six months fight for a bargain
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with the group of people in Washington was there awaiting me. It commended
who owned it, and who without some me to a Mrs. Hesse, in West Forty-
such deHverance would probably have Sixth Street. I enclosed the telegram
owned it to this day. It was a rocky with a note to Mrs. Hesse and sent it
road that had no turning until I finally up by messenger. A reply came back
won the interest and aid of Melville appointing eight o'clock that evening,
E. Stone, now general manager of the and at eight o'clock I was there.
Associated Press, then editor of the The house was handsome, and in a
Chicago Daily News. Mr. Stone in- neighborhood then next in quality to
terested Victor Lawson, his partner. Murray Hill, so that I hesitated. All
Whitelaw Reid soon joined us, and the media I had theretofore seen were
after that there was little difficulty. poorly lodged, and this place looked
It turned out to be just what Mrs. good enough to raise a doubt. But I
—
Simpson had foretold revolutionary rang, and a neat maid came to the door
in the printing trade. It is used all and asked if I had the appointment for
over the world now. The inventor's that hour. Getting the right answer
name was Ottmar Mergenthaler. He she admitted me, just as a man and
completed by a process of reversal the woman in evening dress came into the
discovery of that other inventor, John hallway, evidently from table. The
Gutenberg, who made printing com- woman came forward and said she was
mercially possible, over four hundred Mrs. Hesse. The man disappeared in
years ago; and the two names shall go the direction of the drawing room. I
to future time, together. Mergen- was shown into a small room at the
thaler lived up to about five years ago, right, well furnished and well lighted.
long enough to enjoy his success and I can't say I had any specific purpose
the solid reward he had earned so well. in view, nor that I was looking for any
^ ^ ^ ^ ,
particular advices. I had acted on
While I was trying to get printers impulse merely, and wanted to fill the
and publishers to listen to me about time. But if I had any expectation it
Mergen thaler's machine, I traveled was that something about my extreme-
everywhere between Omaha and Mon- ly doubtful business would come out,
treal, and from the Ohio river towns that being the usual thing on like occa-
to St. Paul. That was the time when sions. I got nothing of the sort.
I was getting laughed at for my pains. I had been a widower about five
I had a friend in Chicago represent- years then, and my little boy and girl
ing a group of people in Scotland who were with an aunt in Kenosha, Wis-
had heavy interests in Canada and the consin. My father-in-law and mother-
United States, and this friend held to in-law at Rochester had passed out a
what in these days is called Buddhism. few months before, almost together,
Like other men of that thought, he while I was up at Winnipeg on an
knew about spiritualism and its phe- inquiry relating to a railway contract.
nomena, and took it for what it was I had been informed of this, but no
worth, knowing full well its unmeritable word had come to me about my father-
and mistaken side. I never have known in-law's estate, and indeed, if I had
a saner man, nor a more fastidious. thought about it at all, it was to assume
He was not above visiting practitioners there was none, for he had met rather
of the better sort, and in New York, heavy reverses in his later years. That
in London and in Edinburgh, he knew was why Mrs. Hesse's message took
of several who could not be approached me aback.
save through responsible introduction. She began by describing accurately
Aboard a Pennsylvania train on one the scene of my wife's death, which
of my many trips to New York, it had come as by a rifle shot, in a
came to me to wire him for an address crowded street car, from paralysis of the
and an introductory telegram, and I heart. This conveyed nothing new to
followed the impulse, wiring from me, but directly afterward I was told
Harrisburg. When I reached the that the old gentleman had made a will
Gilsey House in New York, his reply under which my children were bene-
ficiaries, and that I them all, and several
was to attend at once other things that I
to having the estate had not missed.
partitioned and these It was all "so."
legacies put in trust Enquiry confirmed
for their benefit, a the news of the lega-
nephew being named cy. I did have the
as the guardian de- estate divided and
sired. The name of my nephew appoint-
the place where the ed guardian of my
children were at the children's interests.
moment was boggled Search of the store
over and finally given room revealed the
up as being an Indian packing-case, with
word, not Goshen, all the missing ar-
but ver\' like it. Then ticles in it, and many
followed a curious more. I had never
thing. seen that box, nor do
After my wife's fu- I now know by whom
neral I had gone to it was packed, nor
a new house. In how it came to be
packing up for the under those trunks.
change, I had been There was noth-
unable to find some mg more to it- -not
of her belongings, MELVILLE E. STONE a word about the
heirlooms that had Who was associated with the author in bringing enterprise that WaS
out the linotype
been in her mother's worr}4ng the life
family in Germany, out of me. Mrs.
some of them about two hundred years. Hesse had given me a mixture of clair-
One item was a beautiful, creamy fabric voyance and prophecy. That was all.
of old lace, her mother's and her grand-
mother's bridal veil. Another was an Before the change that began in the
oblong charm of old gold, used as a north, part of my newspaper work had
sachet, and attached to a fine gold been in the criticism of drama. Toward
chain. Others were a few pieces of the close of that phase of it I had
old china and some silver. Careful reshaped several plays with approval,
search had failed to disclose these and had written one comedj' that had
articles, and I had given them up as considerable vogue during five seasons.
having been lost or stolen during Excepting one venture in collaboration
the confusion following that swift with the late George Manville Fenn,
death. while I was living in England, I did
I was informed through Mrs. Hesse nothing more along that line until
that in the store room of my new house, 1896, when the actor Frederick Warde,
under a pile of trunks, in a packing-box my friend of many years, urged me to
bound with a small rope. I would find try- my hand again. I had long borne
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in mind a possibility two productions, the
offered in a short first a bitter disap-
story by D' Israeli, pointment to me,
built around an in- but the second, "a
cident in the life of long while after,"
Skanderbeg. out- I a greater success
lined the idea to Mr. than I. had ever
Warde, who offered dreamed or hoped
to produce the play for.
if I would write it. Another woman,
I finished the script Mrs. Lake, a rather
in June of that year, timid and retiring
but the play was not soul, but very earn-
produced until Octo est, gave me identi-
ber of 1897. cal information, in
Meantime gotI tlie trance condition.
into a business ven- -Mrs. Ulrich had not
ture with some peo- employed the trance.
ple at Cleveland an( The first produc-
Toronto, and by rea- tion was really a
son of circumstances disappointment, or
irrelevant to this worse. I was ill of
narrative, I became pneumonia at the
the centre of a six- time, and had no
wee k s '
controversy chance to be present
between the spiritual- MRS. MARY E. WEAVER
at any of the re-
Who delivered one bewildering prophecy that , y , r
ists and the church- came true hcarsals. I saw four
men of Cleveland. It performances, three
was carried on through The Voice, a at Columbus, Ohio, and one at
high-class and clever Sunday paper, Norwalk, before I had tq go to New
edited by Will Sage, who has since York on matters relating to western
won wide notice by his critical work interests that had nothing to do with
in the Cleveland Leader. While this theatricals. In New York I found two
squabble was in course, I became ac- of my associates were giving consider-
quainted with several leading local able time to hunting occult phenomena,
media. One of these, Mrs. Ulrich, One of these, Lowrey W. Goode, a
the first time I called upon her, told successful man of affairs, formerly
me with considerable particularity prominent in Des Moines, Iowa, was
about the play, though I am satisfied interested in "developing a psychic"
she knew of me only as having written over in Brooklyn. The name of this
a provocative letter in The Voice, psychic was Corliss, and they styled
Her statement was made without hesita- him doctor.
tion, and included a description of the On my own invitation, and quite
work, and an irritating prophecy. It privately, I crossed the East river one
was to the effect that there would be afternoon and found in Doctor Corliss'
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receptionroom a sin- Then, that the com-
gularly uninformed pany was in dire
young man, a peren- trouble at (I think
nial fountain of it was) Brainerd,
monologue. He said Minnesota —which
he was the doctor's was confirmed by a
manager, and im- telegram that was
parted a good deal handed me when I
of his o^^Ti personal returned to Xew
histor}'. It ^\'as in- York. Then, that I
teresting only when would have to close
it came to his occult it out and wait sev-
powers, which had eral years before
awakened sufficiently an o t her production
to let him see phan- wovdd be made; that
toms of men and this other production
women long since would be highly pros-
gone beyond. He perous; and finally,
said he was guided that on an offer for
by one of these, the the European rights,
"sperrut" of Annie I must and would
Bulleen, "that was make an outright
queen of England sale, because while
wunst. " This royal the work would go
sperrut had found all right in England,
VICTOR F. LAW SOX
him in the gutter ^ dist-nguished editor, who was one of the original }^ would not do
and by wise counsel linotype group at all for Germany,
and watchful care where the English
had built him up. The discover}' that managers wotdd tr\' to put it over.
gentle, unhappy Anne Boleyn had I saw Doctor Corliss that one time
taken to prowling the gutters of Xew only. He passed away shortly after-
York and forgotten how to pronounce ward himself; and I am not aware of
her own name had just dawned upon the subsequent doings of Annie Bulleen
me when word came that the doctor nor of her gamilous gutter- find. But
wotdd see me. to save the play, I did, though with
He was worth while. I got more extreme reluctance, close the season at
information about that play. Chicago in January' following. It had
First, that I had written it in room been a solid agony of one-night stands,
47, at the Kennard House, Cleveland, plagued by the ban-dogs of seasons past
which was true, though I had to con- wherewith I had not been in anv way
firm the room number later by inquiry'' concerned, distrained for the debts of
at that hotel. Next, that I had been others, and at all points discordant,
helped in the work by James Hubert unhappy, futile and unsalaried. The
McVicker, my friend aforementioned, two points of comfort to me were that
who had passed over the year before. the play itself never had drawn an
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adverse criticism, and that Mr. Warde outside my individual radius, and for-
had buffeted his way through all his eign to the ways of civilization, but
troubles courageously, as a good man interesting as showing the presence of
should. The rest of the three-ply prophetic power and clear sight among
prophecy remains as yet unacted. I peoples in an order of life less complex
pray it may be as fully justified of than our own.
events as the first part most assuredly ijC ^ 5jJ 5jS
"The True Flame," which completes this series of articles, will appear in September Canada Monthly. It cites
high scientific authority, and undertakes to show the course and method of prophetic inspiration.
STEAL AWAY
BY CY WARMAN
Pa Minch only had sense enough to thaw it out every morning behind the
keep his mouth shut, Clorilla'd been kitchen stove. But now Maria's taken
married long ago, and in a way that all the bend out of it freezin' it up every
was true. Just as soon as Clcrilla had night, and I might as well tr}' to thaw
some fellow all primed up to pop the out the North Pole by teachin' a polar
question. Pa Minch would take him out bear to sleep with it. And Clorilla has
behind the barn kind of quiet, and tell her ma's feet, only colder.
him all about the Doosenburv^ feet. "Of course," he would add, "if you
Clorilla's mother was a Doosenbun,-, feel for Clorilla, I know no thin' "will
and Pa Minch said he'd suffered all his —
make any difference to you it was just
life with the Doosenbur}* feet and he that way with me an' Clorilla's ma. I
wasn't going to let another human wouldn't listen to an}' warnings, and
fellow-creature run up against those the result is that my figger's been
feetunwarned, not if Clorilla never ruined. You wovildn't think to look
hooked up at all. at me now that I was choir-leader once.
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272 PUTTING ONE OVER ON ABRAM
for she could never marry a man with and Abram's ice-bill was something
an icy back. It was just about then fearful. So he went to see Doc. Weaver
that Abram got pneumonia ; and when and Doc. told him plainly that the
he got well, he started right in training sudden change from hot to cold and
his back to like heat. He never back to hot again had taken the temper
allowed a mite of ice in the house, and out of the small of his back, and had
instead of an ice-pack he began wearing rendered it impervious to influences of
a small oil stove on the small of his temperature. It was like a fireless
back. In a few months he got so he cooker now, and would remain so as
could lie down right on a red-hot range long as it remained at all. So Abram
and never notice it. And he and spoke to Clorilla, and she did what was
Clorilla went everywhere together —
to right and began to heat up her feet
prayer-meeting and the picnic and the again. But when she tried it, she
circus, and once Abram took her to the found that her feet were like the small
Fair. Phillipus Googe left off his red of Abram's back and had lost their
neck-tie, and acted meeching, but he temper so that they never would be-
didn't give Clorilla up. He went and come warm again. They were like
bought her a new fireless cooker, bigger a sealed cold storage vault, and
than the other one, and sent it to her would remain cold as long as they were
thinking it would please her. feet.
But Clorilla was flighty, and instead So at present it looks as if Abram and
of appreciating Phillipus' though tful- Clorilla would be separated forever, for
ness, she said it was an insult, and she Clorilla can't bear even to imagine any-
never would speak to Phillipus again. thing hot against her feet, and Abram
So to show her hatred for Phillipus, she has to wear an asbestos-backed vest to
put the fireless cooker up in the garret keep from scorching his clothes, and he
and started icing her feet, instead. reminds you of the kitchen on ironing
For hours and hours at a time she day even then. Uncle Ashdod Clute
would rest them on a cake of ice, and says it is one of the most striking warn-
they steadily kept getting colder and ings against flirting he has ever seen,
colder. As for poor Abram, he had to for if Clorilla hadn't tried to draw
start in icing his back, too, and Aunt Phillipus Googe on, she wouldhavehada
Rhinocolura Betts said she never did good husband with an ice-cold back
see the beat of that Minch girl for fool- for her to put her ice-cold feet against.
ishness, and that if Abram didn't But Pa Minch scoffs at this. He says
deserve a heavenly crown she never saw that from what he knows of the Doosen-
anybody who did. bury feet, no one with the family
Abram iced his back and iced it, and tendencies would ever marry a man she
then he began to be frightened, for it couldn't annoy with them. And Aunt
wouldn't get cold. It melted a fifty- Rhinocolura Betts says that for once ia
pound cake of ice in no time, almost, his life Pa Minch is right.
Pushing Ahead of Trails
HOW A COURAGEOUS WOMAN EXPLORED AND MAPPED HITHERTO
UNKNOWN AREAS OF THE CANADIAN ROCKIES
CROSSING A RIVER LIKE THIS ISALL IN THE DAY'S WORK TO MRS. SCHAFFER
AND HER PARTY
By Currie Love
Illustrated with photographs
Rocky Mountains
THE of
are fast becoming the tourist
Canada ever-increasing thousands of tourists
to view the most wonderful scenery
paradise, the playground of the on the American continent.
worid, and people from all over With Pullman cars to transport them
the continent, Great Britain and the there, luxurious hotels to stay in, and
United States have come to join the experienced guides at their service,
Canadian Alpine Club, which is es- ever\'thing is made so easy for the
tablishing new records in mountain traveler of this generation that it is
climbing. The Su-iss guides, who used hard for him to realize the hardships
to go home for the winter months, are and difficulties of the pioneers in moun-
building a village of chalets at Golden, tain climbing, the discoverers of moun-
British Columbia, and are preparing to tain peaks and lakes, who had to ex-
bring their wives and families over plore pathless trails with neither guide
from Switzerland to live in Canada all nor map.
the year round. Every summer brings Perhaps no one is qualified to speak
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274 PUSHING AHEAD OF TRAILS
with more authority on the trials of remember at the end of the first day
these early days than Mrs. Mary T. S. I crawled under the blankets in my
Schaffer, the widow of Dr. Charles clothes, and then nearly froze to death.
Schaffer, a famous botanist of Phila- Mrs. Allan, one of our party, whose son,
delphia. Dr. Schaffer originally went Sam Allan, was the first explorer on
to the Rocky Mountains;^ on account Lake Louise, brought me a hot stove
of the health of his girl bride, who lid and stayed beside me to put me to
was delicate and needed outdoor life. sleep.
Becoming interested in the wonderful "We had in our party that year
variety and beauty of the mountain Walter Wilcox, who afterwards dis-
flora, he began to sketch it for his own covered Consolation Valley, Paradise
pleasure, but he discovered so many Valley, Desolation Valley and Abbott's
new plants that he determined to create Pass.
a botany text book on the subject "In 1898 we brought a private car
that any layman could understand, with sixteen people to see a lake we'd
and for this purpose he and his wife heard about that was 'all green,' and
spent every summer in the mountains. Tom Wilson provided horses and five
Death cut short his plans in 1903, and guides to take us to Emerald Lake,
Mrs. Schaffer, with a woman compan- where we camped. We were the first
ion, determined to take up and finish tourists to see the Yoho Valley, which
her husband's work. •: then was not named, but was after-
This involved the most difficult sort wards christened by Sir William Van
of travel through the wilds of the Cana- Home.
dian Rockies, where no white woman "In 1903 a prospector called Deutsch-
had ever before penetrated. Mrs. man was chasing a grizzly bear over
Schaffer existed for two or three months a precipice when he discovered Cougar
at a time in a tent, transporting all Valley, and what was afterwards called
her food, cooking utensils, bedding and Deutschman's Cave. Never shall I
clothes oh pack horses, and living for forget my first view of that cave.
days and weeks at a stretch in the Deutschman asked me if I should like
saddle. to see it, and of course I said I should.
Her account of her many trips is So he and his Swiss giiide got a slip
interesting in the extreme: ^ knot and, tying it around my waist,
"I was just a girl when we came here they paid out the rope at short inter-
first in 1889," she says.> "Banff had vals while they lowered me down the
no hotel, just a number of tiny chalets. face of a cliff until I came to a three-
Tom Wilson, an outfitter and trapper, cornered hole, through which I wrig-
who had been helping in the con- gled my way into absolute blackness.
struction of the Canadian Pacific Rail- Deutschman was beside me and we.
way, told us of Lake Louise, but it was dropped gently into another pot hole
not until 1893 that we summoned up and so through four more until we
energy to take the trip. stopped finally on what I thought was
"Tom Wilson secured horses for a a ledge. I heard Deutschman say,
party of nine from Morley, seventy 'Be careful not to hit me. Lean back
miles away. At Laggan we met our against the rock as firmly as you can.'
guides, twin Indians, whose names, "I did so, and felt a tiny ice-cold
I remember, were William and Joshua. stream trickle down my neck from the
They picked out the best 'squaw rock behind. He flashed his pocket
ponies* for the women to ride, and we lamp, and there we were on a tiny
made our way to what they called ledge from which Deutschman's feet
'the lakes in the clouds,' since called protruded over a sheer abyss of eighty
'Lake Agnes' and 'Lake Moraine.* feet with a river thundering below. I
"We had to sleep in tents, with was standing on his feet, and he had his
boards put on the ground for mattress thumb in my belt, with absolutely no
and horse blankets for covering. I support for himself, not even a rope.
;
CURRIE LOVE
"I turned giddy and said rather gully about 1,000 feet below, and get-
faintly, 'Let's get out. This is rather ting down there he saw the mark of a
getting on my
ner\-es.' horse's hoof. In ten minutes we had
" 'Right-©,' said Deutschman, and slid down the slope, had a fire built
tugged on the rope for the gmde to drag and supper ready.
me out. He clunbed out -with abso- "Mr. Unwin, the second in command,
lutely no assistance, and I can assure and I tried the trail leading from the
you I was glad when he emerged alive. gully and found ourselves on Mount
"In 1907 I took a four months' trip Habbel, just seventy miles from home
through the Fortress Lake district. so next day we started on otw home-
There one night we had a rather thrill- ward trek, and following the sun and
ing experience. Wehad come to the rivers, arrived quite safely.
Baker's Passes, perhaps the most diffi- "It was in 1907 that James Simpson
cult in the mountains, and we had spent spoke to us about a lake twenty miles
six hours in climbing one hiU. At six- long which the Indians had told him
thirty at night we were 8,000 feet above lay back of Brazeau Lake, and it was
sea level. The sun was going down Sampson Beaver, a Stony Indian whom
and we had no place in view for a camp, we questioned about the lake, who con-
nor had we any sign of food for the firmed his tale. Indians have little
horses, who had not eaten all day. desire to give the secrets of their himt-
The poor beasts coiild scarcely move, ing-groimds to the white men, but after
and they were digging their feet into two years' acquaintance with us,
the mud to keep from sliding. It was Sampson e\adently decided two white
fearfully cold and the outlook was women were to be trusted, for, after
pretty hopeless. a few tactful questions, he qmckly
"Mr, Warren, who has conducted sketched a crude map of the desired
all my expeditions for several years, section, and gave us sundry ad\-ice on
is not easily daunted, however, and he the subject in still more crude English.
wandered off by himself to see if he "It was not until June, 1908, how-
could not find a way out of the diffi- ever, that we again ventured into the
culty. He saw a slough down in a sn-ildemess, armed with the little map
.
with a nail.
" Swift is more than a stray settler.
He is a fore-runner of the future, a type
of the man who moves forward before
the railway, a true pioneer of a country
that has lain waiting for Ali Baba to
say 'Open Sesame,' these many thous-
and years. To-morrow there will be
orchard and wheatfield spread where
the wild deeer feed now, but it will not
be half the fun for the mountain-
climber. We turned up the valley with
rather sober expressions, and set our
faces again to the wilds."
"Woman's only world is love: man's
only love is the world," says a cynical
French proverb, but Mrs. Schaflfer
calmly disproves it. These extracts
from her diar\^ are typical, and picttire
as no mere author's description could
do the life that she elects to lead for
months out of even.' year. It is a life
that would have little appeal to the
average woman whose time is divided
between her dressmaker's, her clubs
and the management of her maids,
ROCKIES, 13,700 FEET but to Mrs. Schaffer it is a life she
creeping up the green mountain slopes loves. Her work of exploration and
and dying away behind the peaks, mapping is extensive, her knowledge
we said farewell to one of the most of the Canadian Rockies as -wide as
beautiful scenes that even we, who have that of most men. and her courage has
traveled so many of these valleys, never been questioned — the episode
have ever seen, and began our toilsome of Deutschman's Cave, which she
journey back to civilization again. narrates so calmly, is only one of her
" But instead of going back to rail- many adventures in the roughest and
ways and bath-tubs direct, we decided most dangerous parts of the Canadian
that we would take a look at the Mount Rockies.
Cultus Jim: A Tale of
the Cariboo Road
By E. Albert Orchard
Illustrated by V. A. Barnes
spoken truly. I sat down. Late that night I crossed the river in
"Many long breaths I waited until my canoe and went home."
at last, hearing a noise as of a woman As Jim concluded his narrative I
weeping, I looked up. began to see light, and deliberately,
"On the very top of the high rock, asked him if he knew what happened
and in the full light of the sun, stood to Big Jack.
N'swah-ko. She had no moccasins In a subdued voice, strangely con-
on her which were bloody, her
feet, trasting with his previous emotion,
soft deerskin dress was torn, her head- he replied nonchalantly, "Nawitka,
band was loose, and her hair was un- wixsia mam'loose, d'lait wixsia." Then
braided and blew about wildly. She Iknew why Cultus Jim had laughed.
looked not at me, although she must He had used the verb m the past
have seen me, but gazed up the long tense.
.UWA.
ILLUSTRATED RSON
SYNOPSIS
The report comes in to the Montreal papers that several mysterious murders have
occurred in the North Shore woods, and the Indians believe some evil spirit in the shape of
a wolf is responsible for them. At first little attention is paid to the "scare," but when a
hard-headed millionaire leaves his summer cottage and says his wife has been nearly fright-
ened out of her reason by the sight of a mysterious Thing That Limps prowling about the
house.the newspapers send representatives to cover the story. Four men and one woman
reporter meet on the ground, and under chaperonage of the millionaire's housekeeper take
possession of his Ivixurious cottage, prepared to enjoy a "soft assignment." They learn that
all the Indians are lea zing the country, and that, as one farmer puts it, "they's some-
thin' we don't know about up here," but a-e inclined to think the panic unfounded. They
cover the country, but wich the exception of a Ch'naman who says he is raising mush-
rooms in underground cellars, and whose hands are singularly well kept for a farmer's,
find nothing unusual, until evening, when Morton, the deputy sheriff, gallops in, abject
with terror of the werewolf, which he has met on a lonely road. The next evening when
they are photographing Nora on the lawn she suddenly screams out that the werewolf is
near her, but no trace of it can be found. In the shock of danger Brady realizes that he loves
her and tells her so. Emmett meantime goes to develop the plate, but tears up the first proof.
CHAPTER VII.—Continued. prepared to make another impression.
"What did you do that for?" asked "I've something to show you."
the astonished deputy. It was with nervous fingers that
"It's a bad impression," said Emmett Thompson took the dripping sheet
in a voice which shook a little. "It's which his photographer finally handed
that cigar of yours, Ham. Would you to him. It was a beautifully clear
mind stepping outside -with it for a flashlight from the photographic stand-
moment? I'm afraid even^that faint point, showing the white outlines of the
spark affected it." arbor and the dark skirts of the girl
"Sure," said the deputy heartily, blowing in the stiff breeze, one hand
and in another moment Emmett could upraised to keep her hair from flying
hear him laughing and talking with into her eyes. But as Thompson
Brady, who had strolled to the porch. looked at it he swore loudly.
"Thompson," called the photo- For the figure of the girl was tense
grapher in a low voice, "come here." and strained, and in her countenance
Thompson entered the room and was an expression of wondering fear
closed the door. and vague alarm that showed as clearly
"Why, what's the matter?" he said. as though touched by the brush of an
"You're as white as a sheet." artist —and, creeping stealthily around
"I've reason to be," said Emmett the corner of the arbor behind her was
quietly, as with trembling hands he a figure so sinister that both men
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shook with a momentary chill as they will mean to let this girl know what
gazed at it. The figure was that of a actually behind her ^how
occurred —
—
Thing it could hardly be said to re- near she came to death in a horrible
semble anything human, yet it walked form. It might drive her insane."
erect on two legs, or rather was bent Emmett nodded.
forward almost into the shape of a bow. "It's our duty to send this to the
Swathed in a long dark cloak and with paper," he repeated as he threw the
a hat like that of a provincial French wet plate on the floor and ground it to
priest pulled so low over the head that pieces with his heel, while Thompson
the features could not be distinguished, tore the photograph to shreds. "That
it was yet of a skeleton-like thinness for the paper!"
—
that could hardly be human ^as could
clearly be seen with the wind-whipped CHAPTER VIII.
garments about it. The feet were in "What's that?" cried Thompson,
shadow, but the outline of a bony leg starting a start which was
violently
could be seen and it was curved up imitated by Emmett, whose nerves were
forward as the Thing crept toward the clearly unstrung. Then Thompson's
girl, in the fashion of a dog made to face cleared, and he gave a sigh of
walk upon two legs. One arm was relief.
outstretched toward the girl, and the "An
auto," he said. "It's Swanson
quivering intensity of that murderous back again, I'll bet."
approach could be seen in every outline And as Emmett extinguished his
of the figure. It actually seemed to light Thompson rushed into the front
breathe on the plate. But as Thomp- room to find the car purring peacefully
son looked at what projected from the before the door and Swanson getting
cloak where the hand should have ready to alight, the two huge lamps
been, he felt a chill of fear that almost in front throwing out beams which
—
amounted to nausea for it looked like seemed to defy any denizen of the wil-
a paw, with the talons hooked, as if to derness to come out and show itself.
strike, clearly visible. In one instant the presence of the huge
"And it was going after her!" he machine seemed to bring them back
muttered in horror-struck tones. in touch with civilization, and for a
"Yes," said Emmett, in a voice that moment, as Swanson alighted and
was a prayer of thanksgiving, "my greeted them all cordially, Thompson
flash came just in time. It scared it almost forgot the terror through which
away." they had been passing. Even Nora,
Thompson, still holding the picture, although by turns shy and nervous,
glanced for a moment into Emmett's came down from her room and cheered
pale face. Each knew what the other up immediately when she found the
was thinking of. new arrival and saw the car before the
"It's the greatest scoop that was ever door. It seemed to connect her again
made," he whispered. "It brings us with the world she had left behind.
into the unknown and shows us how When Swanson had turned the car
little we really have in our boasted about, headed toward the drive, and
knowledge of the loup-garou! It's shut off the motor, he joined the part]-
our duty to send this to the paper." about the hearth, where Brady had
"Yes," said Emmett dully, "it's our stirred up the fire. With the circle
duty." once more complete, with the kindly
They looked at each other in silence face ofSwanson beaming among them
for a moment, then Thompson spoke and with plenty of arms lying about,
again. Thompson could only think of the
"I've violated my newspaper prin- presence he had just seen portrayed,
ciples once on this trip," he said. "I'm as a horrid nightmare, obtruding itself
going to do it again. We've seen what now and then, but sometimes dropping
a nervous wreck can be, Emmett. from his mind for a moment. Still,
Think of that big strong countryman a brooding anxiety possessed him that
we had last night. Think of what it Nora should go to her room and retire,
.
when the men of the party could talk with the imperturbability of the news-
the episode over. He made a careful paper man, unaccustomed to show sur-
roimd of the house, seeing that all the prise at any contingency. But with
doors and windows were closed, shak- the deputy it was different. That he
ing his head over the fact that some was alarmed and astounded it was easy
v\-indows in the kitchen and dining to see. But it was also evident that
room were imshuttered. Anything at- he was a man in whom the narrative
tempting entrance through one of stirred anger more than fear. After
those windows could find it readilv spluttering exclamations of wild as-
enough. All through the time that tonishment, he settled down into an
the women were still do\^*nstairs, he attitude of angr}* vindictiveness that
prowled about the house, sometimes such a thing should be.
making a circuit of the grounds out- "And he was crawlin' up on Miss
side and scowling wamingly at Swan- Nora?" he demanded. "Wait till I
son when the latter commenced to joke get within range of him! I'll see how
him about his restlessness. After what far a bullet will go through!"
seemed an interminable interval, Nora Thompson and Brady nodded ap-
went upstairs again, and Mrs. Lawson provingly. It was Emmett who spoke
followed her. next, and in a quiet voice.
Thompson called Emmett aside. "If we're to beHeve all things said
"Shallwe tell Bennett?" he asked. about this Thing," he remarked, "you
"He showed he was good stuff out must remember that folk-lore has it
there on the la'^s'n," he said. "Yes, that the were-wolf is impervious to
I'd tell him." bullets —that is, the ordinary kind.
So while the four others sat grouped Itcan only be killed by a silver bullet,
about the fire, the blaze from the logs dipped in holy water and blessed by
lighting up their faces with a ruddy the priest."
glow as they puffed on cigarette or An exclamation from Swanson dre"w^
cigar, Thompson told his story. And all attention to him, and the others
as he talked he saw the faces of the stared in astonishment. For he was.
three who did not know grow graver shivering and shaking just as Morton
and graver, and there was an angry had done the night before. His blue
oath from all when he told how the eyes, only recently beaming with kind-
Thing in the picture had evidently been ly friendliness, were now staring and
planning a murderous attack. Be- frightened as those of a child. In the
yond an exclamation or two from the red glow of the fire it could be seen
deputy, there was no interruption. that his brow was covered with sweat
And when he finished there was silence. and that his lips quivered convulsively
But every man, he concluded,
as as he tried to speak. He had sunk
moved by a common impulse, reached limply down into his chair like an un-
for his weapons and looked to see that conscious man, one trembling hand
they were loaded. hanging over the arm of his chair.
It was Brady who first broke the "Wh)-, Eric, what's the matter?"
silence. "It's got to be another night cried Thompson in astonished alarm.
of watch," he said, "but we can't all Swanson made no reply. His eyes
sit together like you did last night. stared unseeingly into the fire, wild
There's no telling what uncanny power with horror.
this thing may have. As we've found !'
commanded
'
' Eric ! Eric ! Sit tip '
that it really exists, we might as well Brady, shaking him by the shoulder.
believe a few more of the old tales of "Sit up! What's the matter? It's a
its power to pass locked doors and so fit of some kind," he cried, turning to
on. We've got to post ourselves in the others.
rooms at all parts of the house to-night The deputy had rushed forward to
and keep an eye on the outside. I help him lift Swanson to a sofa. But as
never was so glad to see the moon the big countryman bent down to
before." take his legs, so they might bear him
Brady had accepted the situation to a couch, Swanson wearily straight'
2S8 THE SCARLET STRAND
«ned himself and waved them away "Fighting? You said fight? Who
with a trembling hand. can fight the unknown? What can
"So it's true!" he cried in a voice our bullets do against this Thing from
that was a piteous wail. "It's come! the under world? No! We're in its
It shows howlittle good it is to live, power! We might just as well lie
anyway! Years ago, across the water, down and let it wreak its will. The
they used to frighten me with this only thing to kill it with is the conse-
Thing. And I would have gone mad crated bullet of silver!"
with terror if lost in the woods, and "And I thought you was a man!"
at night I used to keep my head buried cried the deputy in bitter contempt.
under the clothes when it was dark Bennett's anger had so thoroughly
and shiver myself to sleep And when
! him by this time that he reached
stirred
I came to this country I laughed at over and grasped the shotgun.
the tales the old folks told and won- "I'll just take a turn around here,"
dered how anyone could believe them! he said, "and if anything is sneakin'
"
And now it's true!" about
Brady stared at him in astonish- He went out, slamming the door be-
ment. Could this be Swanson, on hind him, and started on his circuit of
whose strength, on whose kindly dis- the house. The newspaper men looked
position they had learned to rely so at each other in the same silence and
much ? glanced away. Each felt almost as
"Eric!" he cried, "don't let it affect ashamed as if he had been caught in
you that way. Just think,man, how some dishonorable act. Brady walked
we need you. We may have a fight quietly back to the kitchen and brought
on our hands." some more brandy. In their shame
The deputy, although palpably and mortification at thus witnessing
frightened, swore loudly and spat with the moral downfall of a comrade, they
disgust into the fire. could only sit silent by, gazing into the
"Maybe it does shake you a bit," he fire and carefully avoiding looking at
exclaimed contemptuously, "but the Swanson, Emmett slowly smoking a
best way to get out of that is to fight! cigarette and never changing his at-
Get up and see who comes out on top titude as he bent forward, elbows on
if there's a clash." And from the vin- knees and his chin in his hand. It was
dictive way in which he made the last fully ten minutes before Swanson
remark, the others realized that he spoke. He had the brandy
finished
would hold his own in case of a pinch. which Brady-had on the
silently placed
For nearly a minute no one spoke. table beside him, and he straightened
All stood gazing at Swanson with a up a trifle and wiped his face.
surprise and bewilderment which al- "Boys," he said in a shaking voice
most wiped out thoughts of the were- that was almost a whisper. "I knoW
wolf itself. That their mainstay, the what you think of me I'm not a man
!
one on whom they all depended, until I've done something to redeem
should thus betray them at a crisis myself! But you can't understand^
caused a feeling that was more pain you can't understand " here his
and indignation than fear of what might voice rose to a wail again "how —
be the consequences. Thompson came those things are bred into our very
forward with a glass of brandy. bones at home! How the old folks
"Here, drink- this!" he commanded believed them as if they were the gos-
roughly, holding the glass to Swanson's pel! And if you knew the horror of
mouth. And like a sick child the big — —
them all of the things that they told
man gulped it down, spilling it over and believed ^you can understand
his vest and coat as he did so. how I feel when I find it's true!
He paid no attention to the look of I've no apology to make. I know
reproach and scorn in their faces, or to —
what I am a weak coward, ready to
their significant silence as they stood sit down with two women upstairs!
accusingly about him, but continued But I'll try to redeem myself. Give
his lament. me a gun! Let me go out and watch
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EDWARD B. WATERWORTH 289
stretched hungrily before it Swanson turning his head away from them.
tried to utter the wail which his soul —
"There's no use fighting ^there's no
longed to give. But his tongue was use fighting."
lifeless Down the breeze came "Brace up, Eric," Said Brady,
horrible sickly odor which made him angrily, "think of the part you may
shudder in dread. have to take."
Nearer and nearer came the Thing, "We can only die," moaned the big
but more cautiously now. The path Scandinavian again.
it was pursuing would take it about In fact, he was in such a state of
ten feet from Swanson, and for an in- absolutely despondent lethargy that
stant a faint hope stirred in his breast it was plain nothing could be done with
that he would escape notice. But the him. Arguments were of no avail.
figure moved more and more slowly, He had not even the moral strength to
peering greedily forward in the direc- try to regain some part of his self-
tion of the house. It was still in shad- respect, as he had attempted to do but
ow, and when it halted about fifteen a short hour before. With that passive
feet away, its form still bent toward its lack of resistance, characteristic of the
goal, he had not yet seen the counten- man or animal whose spirit is utterly
ance. Just then a sudden gust of wind broken, he was content to lie idle and
swept the trees apart and let in the let the worst come without so much as
moonlight, and the creature slowly lifting a finger. It was the form which
turned and dropped the arm it held fatalism took in his nature. Like the
above its face, and the eyes that met Turk's saying, "It is Allah's will,"
Swanson 's were like two green lamps, Swanson's code now seemed to be,
the countenance was that of a wolf "What use of fighting when it is of no
and a paw instead of a hand was clutch- avail?" On the contrary, Brady,
ing the black robe. The shriek of Thompson, Bennett and even the
terror which Swanson gave as he found reserved and self-contained Emmett
his utterance rang through the woods had worked themselves into a pitch of
like the wail of a lost soul—and when fighting wrath that boded ill for any-
Brady and the deputy came dashing thing that might cross their paths.
to the scene with loud shouts and And it was with grim faces, in which
weapons ready, they found him on the there was little but contempt, that they
ground, unharmed but unconscious. finally bore Swanson to the shuttered
The old world instinct had triumphed! room and stretched him upon the bed,
throwing some of the bed clothes
CHAPTER IX.
roughly over him. Weak with the
For nearly an hour they worked over exhaustion of his nervous strain, after a
Swanson, who lay breathing heavily few minutes of moaning they heard the
on the lounge where they had placed troubled breathing which indicated
him. Nora and Mrs. Lawson took that he had fallen into a restless sleep.
ttims at bathing his forehead, and the Two new problems now faced them.
men chafed him and rubbed his hands, First to care properly for Nora and Mrs.
always with an armed guard standing Lawson, who were clearly so alarmed
at the door with the grim determination over the turn affairs were taking that a
to shoot at the first sign of any moving nervous breakdown from either seemed
292 THE SCARLET STRAND
imminent; the other to provide for "Those women will have to be
some watch over Swanson in case any guarded on the way down. We can't
attack was made upon them. They take any chances. You and Emmett
finally inserted the key in his door on had better go with them, Thompson.
the side of the room leading to the main I can ride over with Bennett and join
chamber, and determined that the man the deputies. We will close the house
who stood guard in the back room of before leaving and I can lead the horses
that wing should lock him in as he over with me and have them sent home
passed. If they did not do this, they as soon as I can hire a man to take
feared that he might become stricken them. I think the deputies are at some
with so violent a panic as to be as much farm about six miles north of here."
a menace within as anything without "Yes," said Thompson, "we can put
could be. It was long before Nora and Miss Westemonde in her hotel and let
Mrs. Lawson could be induced to go to her write up separate stories for all of
their room. Both were clearly holding us while waiting. Emmett and I can
themselves under restraint with diffi- make a quick run back in the auto.
culty, and it was also evident they had Something is bound to develop out of
a horror of being alone on the second this."
floor while companionship could be had Arrangements were then made for
below. At last, they reluctantly posting a guard for the night. At one
climbed the stairs, and the men pre- extremity of the wing on the south side
pared to take their stations for the of the house was the kitchen. Here
night. Thompson took his stand, having first
"Steve," said Thompson softly, as dragged a large wicker rocker back to a
soon as the door above closed, "we'll place where he could sit and watch
have to get out of this to-morrow. through windows at both side and rear
That the women will. They can't
is, on to the moonlit sweep of lawn. In
stand it. We'll have to send Swanson the rear room at the opposite wing,
back, too, and attend to his stuff for Emmett took having first
his station,
him. I was afraid he was going to split holes in the shutters with an axe,
come out of that swoon an insane man. large enough for him to look through.
That's why I avoided asking him It was arranged that, in passing the
questions. But I can imagine. I saw door of Swanson's room, should there
the picture, you know." be an alarm, he was to turn the key.
Brady nodded. Bennett and Brady posted themselves
" The only safe place
for us or for any in the large front room, letting the fire
person seems to be with the deputies," die down and talking in low whispers.
he said. " An attack on this place by " Isn't it strange how a few hours
an unholy creature might find us un- make a change in things," said Brady,
prepared or at a disadvantage as we musingly. " Just think how few hours
are now. With two women and a man ago it was that we first came into this
apt to become demented should that room. That first evening was one of
creature even appear again, Lord the pleasantest I ever spent. Music
knows what would happen. If Swan- and companionship, light and warmth
son is able to drive that car in the and jollity. Look at it now! Here we
morning, he will have to take Nora to are sitting in the dark, afraid of our
the Springs. Can you drive it at all?" lives at the hands of we don't know
"A little,"said Thompson, "but what, and with one of our number in a
there's no special object now in not state which means that he can never be
having a chauffeur. If this thing the same to us again, after what has
really at large, we won't have much
is
—
occurred ^for he will draw the bars if
chance of exclusive stories. News- we don't. In fact, I believe this will
paper men will be flocking in from all affect his entire life —do not believe
^I
I'm with you people here. Maybe I in one comer of the long couch
—
can help some and if shootin' will do which he occupi9d at night, leaving his
it, I'm there," he concluded grimly. elbow on its high leather arm, and rest-
Brady nodded warmly at this evi- ing his head against the padded back.
dence of spirit, and realized that Ham The lounge was at the extreme rear of
would indeed prove of value. He had the room, as they had thought it advis-
risen early that morning and was weary. able to sit as far as possible from the
So he stretched himself partly back front window, even if there was no fire
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294 THE SCARLET STRAND
in the big hearth except a few smoulder- shot is fired, he certainly will be awake
ing ashes. Bennett dragged an arm in a moment."
chair to the front of the couch and In a few minutes his ears told him
seated himself therein. Both men that Bennett had indeed fallen fast
placed their revolvers across their knees asleep and soon was snoring lustily in
while Thompson and Emmett were the armchair until he was awakened
armed respectively with the rifle and by his revolver sliding with a clatter to
shot gun. Each, moreover, had one of the floor. The instant start with which
the automatic pistols, while Emmett he leaped to his feet, a trifle bewildered,
had added Swanson's weapon to his showed Brady that he certainly would
own battery. awake on a slight noise. He listened
If waiting had been tiresome for the with a sort of grim amusement to the
watchers in the gloom of the night deputy's asseverations that he had not
before, amid the storm, it was doubly been asleep at all and waited for him
so now. Brady realized what the to doze again. Which Ham promptly
strain must have been and he felt a did, five minutes after he had seated
keen sympathy for Thompson and himself again. Brady rose and paced m
Emmett. True, they had slept in the the floor restlessly. The north air had ^
afternoon, but that could hardly com- made him wretchedly sleepy too, and
pensate for a nerve strain such as they he would have given much to have
must have passed through. And now thrown himself on the lounge and sunk
they had to endure it again. He him- into the sleep of exhaustion. He did
self had risen early, and the exhaus- not care to leave the room in the pos-
tion following the high pitch to which session of the sleeping deputy or he
he had been keyed up, was making .would have paid a visit to Thompson
itself felt. But he braced himself up and Emmett..- He wished that he had
resolutely, sat up straighter as he felt asked Mrs. Lawson to make some
himself becoming sleepy and addressed strong, black coffee for the party and
a remark now and then to Bennett. blamed himself for this oversight.
The latter's answers, however, came Strolling back and forth in front of the
more and more uncertainly. It was. sleeping Bennett, he finally walked
plain that Ham, fresh from country himself into, wakefulness and again
life and accustomed to early hours for seated himself on the end of the lounge.
bed time, was having a desperate Here he gazed out at the moon which
struggle to keep awake. Repeatedly now hung just before him above the
his head nodded until it was only when shimmering waters, glorious in the
he almost rolled over on the floor that clear and soft light it shed. It was as
he awoke. And each time it was clear bright an orb as he had seen since they
that he was sleepier and sleepier. arrived, and he again reflected how.
j
Brady felt rather indignant at first, things had changed. To him the whole
thinking that the crisis should have place was now hateful. On that first
been enough to keep any one awake. evening of his arrival he had drunk in
" If we depended on his watching, we the scene with something like intoxica-
might have all our throats cut before tion and had expressed the hope that
he knew it," he reflected. "I can the assignment might extend over a
understand now the reason why the fortnight. If the party could get away
sentinel who slept on his post was dealt on the morrow, he now realized, they
with in summary fashion. If he's too would all be relieved.
much of a hog to care for the safety of " And yet we've all got a reputation
lives, when all it requires is a little for being fair newspaper workers," he
strength of will, it's only right he told himself, half in amusement, half
should pay the penalty with his own." in reproach.
But in a moment or two he grew Sitting on the lounge had made him
calmer, and reflected that perhaps it sleepy again, and for a moment he
did no real harm. leaned back, permitting himself the
" I can kick him out of that chair if luxury of closing his eyes for a moment
anything comes," he mused, " and if a and of leaning his head against the soft
!
back of the big sofa. Then, as he the deathlike stillness of the night
slowly opened them, he was galvanized almost any move was audible.
into a sudden wakefulness and a tense Unconsciously, Brady was going
alertness —^while, in spite of himself, he through the same mental process as
felt a sensation as if someone was Swanson had done while tramping up
rubbing a piece of ice down his back. and down the porch. He realized that
For, emerging from the shadow of the he was afraid. And, as in Swanson's
trees, not fifty yards from the front case, a red blush mounted to his neck
porch, came a dark and menacing and forehead until the veins stood out.
figure. But in Brady's case it was the flush of
With a gasp he sat up straight and wild anger. What! To be afraid of
grasped his revolver. There was no that cowardly murdering Thing that
need to tell him what that hesitating menaced them in the dark! And he,
walk, that poised attitude like a coiled Brady, about to disgrace his name by
snake, meant in the black-robed figure frightening it away instead of getting it
stealing softly toward the porch. Ten He gritted his teeth and raised his
yards out from the trees it halted, and heavy revolver. Near him stood a tall,
although he could not see the features high-backed chair. Brady rested his
he could see the garb. On the head revolver on this, pointing steadily at
was the hat described by Thompson, the figure outside, now standing, as if
and he noticed the legs projecting from hesitating at the foot of the steps.
—
beneath the gown they were not the " Whether it comes up or not, it gets
legs of a human being. The creature one bullet," he muttered.
took another limping step and again But it was coming up. The next
stopped. instant with a faint scuffling sound
" The Thing that hirples on one foot !" that was audible inside, it had
gasped Brady. mounted one step and again hesitated
"Thompson!" he called softly, — another step —another step —
"Emmett!" — peering, crouching, listening, always
There was no answer. The quick- with that wolflike crouch and an occa-
ness with which Thing halted
the sional eager, clutching, vampire-like
showed that it must have heard some- movement of an outstretched arm.
thing. Brady's forehead was wet with Even in his horrified fascination, Brady
sweat, and for one moment he wavered. watched to see whether a hand or a
His breath came in gasps, his heart beat claw ended that arm. But the long
furiouslyand he felt a sinking sensation black cloak concealed it.
in the stomach Hke that of one falling —
Another step ^another ^and the —
from a great height. For a moment Thing was on the pprch here it
the desire to call out, to bring human crouched almost on all fours and
companions about him, to drive this shuffled slowly toward the window. It
foul creature away, was almost irresist- bore slightly to one side and in its slow,
ible. He quivered as he sat and turned careful, tortoise-like movements was
to wake the deputy. In the meantime evidently working a way to one corner
the silent figure had again halted, this of the big plate glass sheet where it
time not twenty feet from the porch. could peer into the room with less likeli-
But even as he reached over to wake hood of being seen. And still the cloak
Bennett a sense of shame came to him, concealed its face and the reporter
for he knew it was a deadly fear that could see nothing. The tmcanny my-
was prompting his move. The Thing stery of the whole affair had again
had already shown that it would flee closed in on him as though he were in a
when approached by numbers it had — vault, and hot and cold chills were
also twice shown it could escape. To running over him. Then he thought of
summon Thompson or Emmett, to Nora upstairs. In an instant his jaws
wake the deputy, would frighten it now, had snapped together again, and the
for it obviously was awaiting every muzzle of the revolver ceased to quiver
movement within the house. And in and pointed directly upon his target.
— ;
THEHung
day was dark, the leaves
limp and and wet, still
And sadness seemed to look
From every face I met
The woeful world's affairs
All made me think of cares
I wanted to forget.
298 SALT
had discovered his name to be Tress- "Why did you bring me in here?"
land. Day
after day and all day long Firth took one of his bony wrists in
the man sat in his deck-chair, poring his cool, firm grasp, and found a feeble
over a dirty book. When he was not pulse. His keen eyes seemed to look
reading, his eyes were fixed on the through and through the other's weak
horizon in a vacant, apathetic stare. mind with pitying scorn.
Firth had seen this before in the "Why did I bring you here?" he said.
slums of Bombay, and without any "First, because it's absurd to think of m
hesitation, he classed Tressland as an sleeping on deck all night; and second, M
opium smoker, and an interesting case. because I didn't know which your
Two nights after they had left Bombay, cabin was, and had to stow you some-
he had gone up forward for a quiet where. Now, look here. Lie down
smoke. Tressland was sitting there again while I make you some coffee."
on a coil of rope, his eyes closed, his Tressland obeyed with a weak smile,
hands clasped round his knees, and watching Firth's movements with the
an opiimi pipe in his mouth. Firth interest of a child.
stumbled over his foot in the darkness When he had finished a cup of strong
and murmured a hasty apology. coffee the doctor helped him up, and
The man opened his eyes slowly and opening the door took him out on the
looked up at him, but said nothing. deck, saying;
Firth spoke to him once or twice, and "Now, then, buck up. Take my arm
on receiving no answer shook him and come and walk some sense into
roughly by the shoulder. He found your head."
he was already in a comatose condition, And thus they tramped up and down
and without a word he put his arm for an hour in the cool gray dawn,
around him and dragged him to his Firth treating his patient with biting
feet. Tressland offered no resistance sarcasm on the subject of opium smok-
even when the little silver pipe was ing; Tressland, only half awake, whim-
screwed from between his clenched pering and saying he "couldn't live
teeth his eyes had closed again and his
; v/ithout it." That was now about ten
hands hung helplessly at his sides. days ago, and since then the two men
Firth towed him along the dark side had been fairly friendly. Firth had
of the deck to his own cabin, where he confiscated the opium pipe and bor-
stretched him out on the bunk, and rowed the Koran, which interested him
after shutting the door and turning the enormously.
key, he mixed himself a strong whisky- But the matter that was disturbing
peg and sat down with a pipe to watch him now had happened only the night
his unconscious guest. before. Just as he was thinking of
Once, as he leaned over the bunk to turning in that night, Wilson, the pur- .
look at the patient, he kicked against ser, had come to his cabin with a scared
something on the floor. He picked it face.
up and found it was the book he had "Look sharp, You're wanted
—
seen the man reading a small and
Firth!
on the second-class deck, right aft
—
very dirty copy of the Koran. It had "'What's up now? A baby in con-
fallen out of Tressland 's coat pocket. vulsions?" said Firth, reaching his cap
He turned a few pages, and becoming from the peg.
interested, stood there reading it. "Not exactly. It's Tressland, in a
After a half hour he got a cramp in sort of fit. He must be mad, I think."
one foot and sat down, still absorbed. "What's a saloon passenger doing
At three in the morning his patient on the second-cabin deck?" he grum-
stirredand opened his eyes, stretching bled as he hurried aft. As he turned
both hands over his head. Firth shut the corner of the deck-house he came
up the book and went and stood beside upon two figures.
the berth. Tressland stared up at him Leaning against the deck-house was
for a moment in silence, and then sat a Chinaman, his yellow, impassive face
up. gleaming like carved ivory in the
"I am awfully sorry," he mumbled. brilliant moonlight. Tressland lay fiat
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on his face on the deck, his arms "Which Chinaman?" asked Tress-
crossed and his chin resting on them. land with a bewildered expression.
In front of him was a square bronze "Oh,
you
—
yes, of course I did,
)"es
couldn't do without it."
I told
plate, nearly covered with salt, which I
sparkled and glittered in the moonlight. Firth looked at him keenly for
At the top right hand comer hovered a minute, then tiimed away. He
a little green flame, and on this Tress- thought it best to ignore what he had
land's eyes were fixed. Beside him on seen the night before, so he merely
the deck lay the silver opitmi pipe and remarked:
a tiny splash of white ash. "You'd better have a wash and
Slowly the green flame moved from brush-up before you come out. You're
right to left in a track an inch wide, not a pretty sight** I'll tell the boy to
and as it flickered along the plate, it bring you some coffee."
burned the salt into dark characters in When he came back to his cabin a
—
places ^they seemed to be Persian half hour later Tressland had gone,
—
characters and as Tressland bent over and he had not seen him again all day.
it the flame touched his lips, though it So, as he stood outside the chart-
did not bum them. When the flame room looking at the tea-ship with un-
reached the left hand bottom comer seeing eyes. Firth thought over the
of the plate it died out. Tressland events of the past night. He had seen
raised himself on his elbows, then a good deal of the results of opium
rolled over and lay on his back uncon- smoking at one time and another, but
scious. His eyes were fixed in a glassy in his matter-of-fact mind he could find
stare, the pupils contracted till they no solution or explanation of the mys-
were mere pin points. His thin lips ticism and black magic of the East.
were strained tightly over his teeth, This particular form of invocation he
and from his nose to his chin was a thin, never had met with before, and it
smoky line where the fire had touched stirred him curiously. Looking down
him. from the bridge, he saw Tressland
Wilson gazed at him aghast. "Good slouching up the deck with the dirty
God, Firth, what a horrid sight! Is he old copy of the Koran under his arm.
dead?" Firth went slowly down from the
" Dead ? No. It's an hypnotic bridge and met him at the bottom.
trance, and that damned Chinee has "How do you feel, Tressland?" he
had a hand in it." said, in a cheer\' voice. "How
do you
He turned to where the Chinaman like the prospect of spending a night
had stood, but he was gone. Together
they put Tressland to bed, and as be-
here —
grilling in the desert, as it were?"
While he was speaking, his eye was
fore. Firth watched over him. As he taking professional note of the man's
sat there through the night, verses of state of mind and body. Tressland's
the Koran kept reciirring to his mind, eyes wandered restlessly over the miles
and somehow he associated them with and miles of sand that stretched away
the sleeping man. to the sk}-, and he answered in a full,
"Whosoever hath Satan for a com- sing-song voice, repeating his words
panion, an evil companion hath he," now and again:
seemed to repeat itself in his brain "Oh,^ I don't mind —^mind —^much.
persistently as a clock ticks. I like the heat — like hot weather it —
After an hour or two Tressland's suits me. I say. Firth, what's that
eyes closed naturally and his lips re- over there — that white stuff that
laxed. He awoke at six o'clock to sparkles?"
find Firth standing in the doorway As he spoke the last few words the
watching him. He sat up in the bimk. man seemed to wake up, his face grew
"Well," said the doctor, "you've bright, his whole body alert, and he
been at it again. You won't take long gripped Firth's shoulder in his excite-
to kill yourself this way if that's your ment.
aim. I suppose you got the opium of "What is it? Don't 3^ou know?"
that Chinaman?" "Well, don't be in such a hurry,"
300 SALT
said the doctor: "it's only salt. Haven't sand, and pulling in his donkey, he
you seen it before?" tied it up securely and walked on as
Alook of cunning grew in Tress- fast as he could. He looked at his
land's eyes. "Oh, really," he said, in watch and found that it was ten min-
a p^fectly ordinary tone. "I didn't utes past twelve. As he neared the
know it was found in these parts. I strip of salt he saw what he expected
must walk out and have a look at it." to find.
"Nonsense," said Firth, "it's nothing Right in the centre of the salt, which
to see. Besides, you cannot leave the glittered and sparkled with an un-
ship." earthly light, lay Tressland. His body
"Why not? There's a rope ladder was perfectly rigid, his jaw had dropped
over the side into that native boat. and his face was drawn and fixed in
I can get down that." an expression of mad terror. Beside
"No, you can't. It's just sunset. him lay the bronze plate and the opium
You might get lost or left behind, and pipe, and under one shoulder was the
we don't know when we shall be able greasy copy of the Koran. Across his
to pass the tea-ship. That salt is mouth was the smoky line, just as it
miles away, too." —
had been the night before but in the
As he finished speaking, the captain salt on the bronze plate, instead of the
called him, and he left Tressland still characters, was the impress of a left
looking at the patch of salt. hand, and on the breast of Tressland's
About ten o'clock that evening the coat the same mark glistened in the
doctor stepped outside his cabin with moonlight. It was as if the hand had
a very strong field glass to look at the been placed on the plate and then
stars. The silence of the desert was pressed over the man's heart, trans-
broken only by the inharmonious ferring the salt.
cries of the donkey boys from Suez, Firth stooped down and lifted the
who had camped alongside of the ship man in his arms, and dragged him off
in the hope of tempting passengers the salt patch. He tried to pour
to go for a moonlight ride. brandy down the stiffened throat, and
——
"Fine donkey, dis one Missis Corn- held his watch glass over the blue lips,
wallis West, she run fast ^you come but in vain. Brushing the salt hand-
for ride." print off Tressland's coat he unbuttoned
"My donkey, Mr. Gladstone, he the waistcoat. On the shirt was the
much better, he bigger donkey— ^very mark, blackened and burnt, and over
strong." the heart on the skin it was again re-
The doctor lowered his glass to the peated, and this was the worst horror
stretches of sand, and found the patch of all— for the flesh under where the
of salt that had so excited Tressland. hand had rested was of a dull purplish
As he looked a black mark barred blue, and shone with low phosphor-
—
the glistening whiteness seemed to escent light, just as bad salt meat
move slowly round it, and disappeared, would do.
"Tressland, by Jove!" he muttered. There was not the faintest sign of
Without an instant's delay he ran life. Tressland was stone dead and
along to his cabin and slipped a flask perfectly rigid. Firth shivered and
of brandy into his pocket. He was hastily buttoned his coat over the
down the rope ladder and ashore in no horrible mark. He buried the opium
time, and had soon chartered the best pipe and the bronze plate in the sand
donkey, engaging that the boy should just where Tressland had lain, and put
wait by the ship till he came back. the Koran in his pocket.
Firth struck his heels into the don- Then he fetched his donkey, and
key's sides and found that his choice placing the dead man across the sad-
had been good. For an hour and a dle, he started on his long walk back
half he rode as fast as the donkey to the ship. It was one o'clock when
—
would go straight for the patch of he started, and it took him three hours,
salt. About a quarter of a mile from it for the body was so stiff that it was
he saw a stump sticking out of the difficult to balance. When he got
LA PETITE GABRIELLE 301
back to the ship, the owner of the don- followed him, found him dead, and
key was the only one left, and he was brought him back to the ship.
fast asleep. Firth washed the smoke Hne from
Firth tied up the donkey, laid the Tressland's mouth, but the mark on
dead man on the sand and went up the heart seemed burnt indelibly into
the ladder. He woke up one of the the flesh. The body was taken to
officers,telhng him that Tressland had Suez and there was buried.
died of a fit in the desert and that he When talk turns on "magic," Firth
wanted to get the body quietly on sits silent, with a queer look in his eyes.
board. He keeps the old copy of the Koran
Together, with the help of a rope among his other books. The salt still
tied under the dead man's arms, they crackles in the binding as he turns the
got him up the ladder and took him leaves, and he can always see in his
to Firth's cabin. mind's eye the horrible hand-mark
In the morning the doctor went to over Tressland's heart.
the captain and told him that Tress- And the words in the Koran seem
land, the night before, had gone for a to protrude at him grinningly "Who-
:
walk in the desert, and knowing that ever hath Satan for a companion, an
the man was subject to fits, he had evil companion hath he."
La
: — :
watched each day until de sun was go- chile shall come.An' Gabrielle has
ing down for heem, an' then they talk all de lit' clothes laid out and she an'
an' plan. Dis yea-r would bring dem Gascon look at dem an' he almost
so much, an' nex' yea-r, ah, dat was to smile. In hees big hands they are. so
be de hap-piest of all. For den dere small, M'sieu', he can not believe they
would be de laugh of a little chile to will feet hees lit' chile. An' when he
make mu-sic for the home and make smile so an' look at her she is ver'
com-panie for Gabrielle. happy. But Gascon soon grows dull
"One day Gascon came in. He again. He seet an' smoke an' sigh,
laugh an' tell Gabrielle he heard the an' sometimes he swear so dat Gabrielle
bellow of a mo-ose in the woods. He puts her han' over her ears. She does
followed an' den had los' heem, but not laike such words, an' from Gascon
he was su-re he would come back to de she runs to her room an' her prayers.
spot where he had heard him first. "One morning he goes out, an' when
Ah, he would shoot heem, an' de antlers he shuttin' de door he says
he would hang them over the door an' " 'I will not come home widout de
de skin it would make a cov-er-in' mo-ose to-night, Gabrielle. If I do
for de floor. An' they both laugh an' not get heem, perhaps I will never
be gay, then Gabrielle say: come back!' An' before she can say
"De mo-ose ,is so cruel, so strong, de word of love or warn' he is gone.
suppose he turn on you?" "An' she find he has take de food
"An' Gascon laugh, he so proud of with heem an' she knows he may be
PRAIRIE EXILE 303
gone de night. An' she seet all day, "But Gabrielle did not know an' did
her work undone, her tears fall so fast not care. Gascon was dere hurt, he
she cannot see. An' de night comes go so slow, an' so she run, dis lit'
an' goes an' no Gascon an' she half wild Gabrielle, right to de mo-ose. An*
with de fear an' grief can only walk jus' den Gascon see her an' he cry out
back an' forth from de door to dewindo' so loud dat she hears it above de bellow
of de lit' cabin. of dat mo-ose.
"An' den, while she stands, she hears "
'Mon Dieu! Gabrielle! Go back,
a loud noise laike de bellow of Pierre go back!'
LaConte's buU. It come wid a roar "But she neve' stop. An' de mo-ose
an' a noise like de tearin' of de trees run to her, tearin' de branches off de
of de forest. She listen, an' then she trees an' trampin' de groun' laike
hears a call. It comes so low, so faint, there was whole herd comin'. An'
her heart stands steel, for it is de voice den she fired, dat lit' Gabrielle, she
of Gascon, an' yet, M'sieu', it ees not. fired, an' dat mo-ose stagger an' den
"She stands affright. Den thro' de run some mo-re. He struck her,
woods comes a dash an' a roar an' be- M'sieu', struck her to de groim'.
tween de trees she sees de antlers of den fell slowly on his forefeet an' died.
de mo-ose. She kno'^'s now, and she "Gascon he run laike mad. He
take de gun dat always hangs beside speak to Gabrielle, she only moves her
de door an' starts across de lit' clearin' eyelids an' press his hand. He take
dat lays between de cabin an' de woods. her in his arms an' run to de lit' home,
She thinks of nothin' only Gascon, he is an' den I happened to come along,
in danger. An' then she sees heem. M'sieu',and went for the good Cur^.
He is slippin' between de trees and de But he could do Ut'. She w^hispered
brush, he walk slow, he Ump, he is hurt. to Gascon how she had watched for
She nms faster, her breath comes heem de long, long night —an' he knew
quick. An' den de mo-ose see her. de rest.
You eve' see a mo-ose wild vdd de mad? "It was a tiny lit' one they laid on
Ah, when you do it will make you feel her breast, poor Gabrielle, an' Gascon
laike de whole worl' has gone down he come wid us now when we hunt
side up an' lef no chance for you.
' de mo-ose, an' de lit' cabin is empty."
PRAIRIE EXILE
BY JOHN DUNCAN HOWE.
'T'HE hot rails shimmer in the sun,
^ The hot west wind blows wide and free^
I smell the pines of English River.
And hear the sobbing of the sea.
—
My Partner in Crime
By Mary Wheelwright
Illustrated by M. B. Aleshire
whole Bible training school graduating he said. "Big, red cows with horns
class routed off the platform by the and no upper teeth. You are afraid,
horrid things. Well, they were thick aren't you? I knew you were. Still,
here, and Jim practised upsetting the it isn't anything to be ashamed of
poor creatures on the palm of his hand. lots of people are afraid of cows. Why,
Of course, they tried frantically to I knew a roustabout on the St. Law-
right themselves and fly away, and —
rence River ^weighed two hundred
they certainly did look absurd with —
and over ^and he would go into cata-
their whiskery brown legs waving in leptic fits whenever he saw a glass of
ten different directions at once. I milk."
couldn't help laughing at their antics, Now, I have no particular love for
though I tried to smother my
giggles crawly things that walk on the back of
inmy handkerchief. Jim was as solemn your neck, but I'm not afraid of cows.
as a funeral. Once in awhile he would I was brought up with them. One of
look around at me, rather grieved, but my earliest pets was a big red calf
patient, and then he would glance named Rosie, and Rosie took her daily
apologetically at the lady missionary exercises in butting me over as fast as
who was exhorting the other mission- I could get up for fifteen consecutive
aries to renewed in behalf of
efforts minutes by the clock. I know some-
—
some place or other in Africa Borrio- thing about cows, but I'm not afraid of
boola Gha, I think they called it. I them. So, after Jim had raveled away
know I've some missionary association for two or three blocks with a string of
with that name. After awhile he dared mythological anecdotes about cows he
me to upset one of the June bugs, and had met, I began to boil over, which
I did. Then he suggested that I shy was just what he was waiting for.
304
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MARY WHEELWRIGHT 305
"If vou'd let anybody get in a word answered. "Come in, and have some
edgewise," I said witheringly, "you coflFee."
might learn that I'm not afraid of "I hoped you might have learned to
co"w§. —
I'm I'm fond of cows." milk the gentle bossy-cow by this time,"
Well, of course, that was just the he said, -^-ith a heaxj sigh of pretended
rise he wanted from me, and he went disappointment. "Still, I can be
on sympathizing -^"ith me until I could patient. But there's nothing really
have run a hatpin into him. When we dangerous about a cow, girlie. You
came home, he kept it up, too, and shouldn't entertain unfounded preju-
Brother Billy helped him until the dices."
front porch shook to the family's
amusement. Even Papa remembered I poured the coffee and we all sat
about that Rosie calf of mine, and told down the kitchen table. Thank
to
everv'thing that he could think of goodness, boys are always too busy to
whenever the boys stopped to rest their talk when there's anything to eat
imaginations. I never saw anything around, and nothing more happened.
like the invention those two boys have We got the fishing tackle and went
about things that don't do anybody across the cool, quiet, four-o'clock-in-
any good. If they'd put half the brain- the-moming streets, down the bluff
work into something useful, they'd be and across the bottoms to the river.
millionaires by now. But would they Both the boys were on their good be-
do it? No, indeedyl They'd rather haviour, and nobody can be any nicer
put in their time on little sister, and than Jim when he chooses. He's even
get a chance to remind her that her a little bit nicer than Brother Billy,
hair is red. And I can't help the color and that's saying a good deal. So I
ofmy topknot, anyway. had a perfectly heavenly time, for the
fish rose well, and were game enough to
Sunday morning, Billy rattled a
tattoo on my door as soon as the spar-
make things exciting until the sun was
so high no self-respecting fish wovdd
rows began to chirp.
think of taking anybody's bait. Still
"Hi, Tinkledots!" said he. "Wake Billy kept casting and casting,
up! Arise, arise, my lady sweet, arise! but even he finally gave it up, and
Get up and milk the condensed cream voted that we trot back to the bluffs
can. It's late Are you awake, Puzzle
!
and make lunch-camp. We had cached
top, or shall I get the sponge?" our bacon and beans and coffee in an
"Yes, I'm awake!" I said. "What old hiding-place under a stone when we
—
do you think I am a deaf and dumb came down, and v.'e headed straight
asylum? I'm awake, and I'm up, and back to them, getting hungrier every
I know we're going fishing, and I'll minute.
have the coffee made before 3'ou get It was a nice little place where we
through raking your haymow. Go camped a. sort of shelf in the lime-
along with you." stone that jutted out directly above a
Billy has that curly kind of hair row of Uttle cottages a hundred feet
that takes four military brushes and or so beneath us. There was a big
a bucket of water to subdue even par- shady tree, and a little rock fireplace,
tially. I can always score there, for and a nodding bunch of columbines
my hair goes up smooth as silk, even growing in a tiny patch of grass. I
if it is red. But he came do-^-n to the
kitchen wdth a smooth and sleek head,
let the boys do the work —
^Brother
Billy a dandy camp-cook, and Jim
is
just as the coffee came to a boil, and
I heard Jim's step on the back walk.
isn't far behind him —
while I loafed
and watched the people wandering
"Top o' the momin'," sang Billy, along to church among the rickety old
in the way that I particularly like. wooden sidewalks and clumps of willow.
"Hello, Freckles!" said Jim, putting I noticed a cow feeding almost directly
his head in the pantry window with the below me, and idly hunted about for
milk-can in his teeth. "Want this?" a pebble to throw at her. But the
"Seeing that it's empty, I don't," I nearest one was out of reach, and I
306 MY PARTNER IN CRIME
gave up the'^attempt. Besides, Billy ing a Sunday school
misbehaving
was calling dinner. scholar. held out my hand and said,
I
After dinner, when we were all full "Soh, Bossy, soh!" She didn't soh;
of contentment and fried fish, the boys she snorted a kind of bubbly little
took their cigarette-cases out and lay snort and lowered her head. I backed
back on the grass. three or four steps and waited. She
"Here's a peppermint drop for you, snatched another mouthful of grass, and
Sis," said Billy, after a teasing sweep came on watch again. I tried soh-ing
of a cigarette before me. her again, and for ten minutes we kept
"If you're good, maybe I can find up that game. Then I heard a rustle
another one by and by. I'll give it to in the bushes, and Jim stepped out
you when you learn to milk a cow. just as I was beginning to have hopes
How '11 that suit you?" of getting her quieted.
I just sniffed, for I wasn't in a fight- "Virginia!" he said soberly,
ing mood. "Well?" said I. "Soh, boss! Good
"I do wish you boys would let cows girl!" as she snorted again.
alone, and leave me in peace," said I. "You've done enough. I'll take
"I don't see any fun in it." back my dare. Don't monkey with
"I know you don't," chuckled Billy. that cross beast, girl —won't let you."
^I
"But you're so easy. Sis, it's like tak- "I'm going to monkey with her,"
ing money from home to get you mad. said I, with my nose in the air. "And
And you're so funny when you do get I'm not only going to monkey with her,
red-headed. And it's so absurd for but I'm going to unhitch her and move
you to be so afraid of cows." her somewhere else. I'm tired of this
"I've told you two hundred and fifty everlasting ragging about cows, I'm
times " I began, and then stopped not afraid of cows. I've never been
short, for both of 'em were going off afraid of cows. I never intend to be
into fits of laughter. afraid of cows. And I think it's
Well, right there came the turn of my awfully silly of you to pretend that Ij
Waterloo. Jim sat up, looked across am afraid of cows when I'm not. Any-
the bottoms, and saw the peaceful red way, I'm going to show you. You goj
cow browzing among the willows. back to camp and let me alone."
"Here's the chance for Freckles to I marched upon the picket-pin and]
vindicate herself," says he, chuckling. yanked it up with one jerk. Madam
Billy leaned over his shoulder and Bossy promptly stepped out upon the]
chortled. highroad and started decorously home-
"I'll dare you to go down and milk ward. Probably we upset her diges-
that cow," said Billy, turning to me. tion, and she was glad to get away,
"Oh, that isn't exciting enough," I followed her, swinging the picket-pin
said Jim. "I'll dare her to go and tie jauntily. Jim stood among the wil-
the old lady to somebody's front door lows watched the procession.
and
^no granny knots allowed." Some little German children swung on
"Done!" said I, and before they could their gate and stared, round-eyed.
remonstrate, I was half-way down the A hen and her chickens scuttered
bluff to the cow. I knew they didn't away, squawking. I glanced up and
expect me to do it, or they wouldn't saw Billy's enchanted grin twinkling
have suggested it, but I was mad, and above me. I waved one hand to him,
I went down that hill head-foremost, and he responded by pointing to a
intent on putting that cow in the most little gray cottage across the street.
conspicuous place on the East Bottoms, It had a shiny glass-knob doorbell,
if I lost all my hairpins doing it. just right to tie cows to —
one of those
She was a serene, milky-breathed old-fashioned bells, you know, that
Durham beast, busy with her lunch, you take hold of and pull to make it
and peacefully unconscious of the ring. I piloted Madam Bossy to the
Sabbath, When I came near, she lawn and sneaked up to the porch with
raised her head and looked sternly at the rope in my hand.
me with the air of an old lady regard- Goodness only knows what fancy
MARY WHEELWRIGHT 307
dances my heart did when I was tying Sure enough, there was Brother
my double-hitch knot. I was scared Jennings gallivanting do-^Ti the side-
to death for fear somebody would come walk, his coat-tails flapping behind him
to the door, or pass the house. But I and a small Missionary skipping in the
got it done, and then I scooted, leaving rear. They'd none of them thought to
the cow to work out her own salvation cut the rope, but Mr. Missionary was
or the doorbell as she chose. I don't a man of presence of mind. I don't
think I ever made quicker time any- know what he said — suppose it must
^I
where than I did up that hill. I have been Biblical, but I'll bet it was
wanted to get somewhere out of sight heartfelt.
before the whole family came out for "He'll pass those German kids that
my blood, and when I reached the saw you. Freckles," said Jim suddenly,
ledge I was panting and hot. as Mr. Missionar}^ prepared to lead the
"Good work, Sis," said Brother cow back to her legitimate pasture,
Billy. "You've done it this time. "and he'll probably find out the author
They're just boilin' out of those houses of the deed. I think we'd better make
like bees." tracks. I don't want to meet a six-
I threw m^'self down beside him and foot missionary with a grievance."
looked. They certainly were. It We made tracks. In fact, they were
looked like a coimtry fair. tracks that were a considerable dis-
"You got the minister's house," said tance apart ixntil we were out of sight
Jim, whose dignity had departed in his and could sit down to gasp awhile.
amusement. "Missionary chap named When I got my breath, I turned to
Jennings. Met him at the Y. M. C. A. those two boys.
the other night. Zephaniah Mission. "Now, look here, we've got to keep
I guess the racial ructions are rising still about this. You just forget about
down there now, all right. The cow's it at home, will you? I'm supposed to
braced to pull the bell out. Three be old enough to know better than this,
cheers for the cow!" and I don't want to be in disgrace."
"All the missionaries are there, any- "That's all right. Sis," said Brother
how," said I, observing. There was Billy. "We'll never breathe the word
Mrs. Missionary, a kitchen apron over cow in the same landscape with you
her Sunday black silk, and Mrs. Mis- again. You've certainly made it worth
sionar}''s little hired girl, with lots of the price of admission, though. Gee
pink ribbons flying, and all the small how that woman vdth. the ironing-
Missionaries in rattling Sunday starch. board did loot!"
All the neighbors were there, too, and •
And then we all looked at each other
such a waving of aprons and poking of shamefacedly for a minute before we
pokers, and grabbing of skirts, and began to laugh. It really was a scandal-
shooings I never heard in all my
born ous thing to do.
days. One woman came out and We will pass over a space, as the
punched at the cow with an ironing Wedded But Parted novels say. No-
board. body thought to ask us why we got
"I hope they didn't spot your home so early that afternoon, and
aurora-borealis hair before you got nothing happened until Wednesday,
away. Sis," said Brother Billy. "Why when Aunt Catherine had callers.
didn't you tie a handkerchief over Aunt Catherine is one of those little
your head before you went?" inoffensive brown women, and all her
"I'll dye my hair, and wear my callers are missionaries, so I wasn't
dresses wrong-side out, if necessar>% surprised when I heard them talking
for disguise," said I. "Anyhow, I've in the parlor. But I didn't know that
vindicated my womanly independence, she had asked them to supper until I
and I feel better. But oh, my cherished walked in, looking hungry', and was
grandmothers! What a mess I have being introduced as "my little niece,
stirred up!" Virginia," by Aunt Catherine. I was
"Bravo!" said Jim suddenly. "Here looking over her head at the time, but
comes the Prince Albert himself." she has introduced me that way since
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308 MY PARTNER IN CRIME
I was six years old and seems unable to you not arrange to take a class in our
break the habit. mission? You should be doing your
"Brother Jennings, Virginia," she share of labor in the vineyard, you
purred to me. "He is the new pastor know."
of the Zephaniah Mission, my dear, I murmured something or other.
and we expect great things from him." "Your mere example," he went on,
Brother Jennings! Of the Zephan- "would do so much. I fear the young
iah Mission ! Metaphorically speaking, girls of our community are sadly de-
I died right then and there. Billy and ficient in womanliness. Last Lord's
I exchanged glances across the head of day one of them attached a neighbor's
Sister Jennings — the head that three cow to the doorbell of the manse, and
short days before we had seen in un- frightened the whole neighborhood
missionary disorder before my cow. on the Lord's day, when she should be
Billy looked appreciative. He says thinking of higher things! I am sure
that I looked dazed. your influence would be a power for
"I fear," he said in his deep chest good. Miss Virginia."
voice to Aunt Catherine, "I fear that It was no use. The spectacle of the
I have to deal with a lawless and un- cow rose before me. The vision of my
regenerate community. There is mani- wild scramble up the bluff to shelter
fest a spirit of irreverence that is pain- overcame me, and with a hysterical
ful to perceive. If I could secure a few excuse, I fled.
refined young people to work among As I slipped through the portieres,
Ihem, I am sure it would be a great I heard Aunt Catherine's deprecating
b.enefit. —
Now, Miss Virginia could voice explaining that I was so shy!
—
THE ROMANCE AGE. again —and oh, so fresh and pretty and
MOTHERS always sympathize yearning and lonely, just like the little
DO u'ith the " romance age" of their
daughters? Did you ever hear
girl downstairs who is hiding all these
in her heart as you did long ago.
—
your girl singing to herself in a Sweet youth with its desires and un-
—
low voice a little love-song ? You, far rests and hopes and fancies Perhaps as
!
away in some upstairs room doing some the low song goes on, an exquisite tear
bit of practical commonplace work softens the eye, a great warm wave of
you with your "romance age" over, understanding for all thatis human and
your dreams come true, your hours lonely and beautiful sweeps over the
filledwith dull duties or social obliga- heart, and you remember how you used
tions or church work. How do you to sing " In the Gloaming, Oh, my
know what thoughts of love and life are Darling," and " When Sparrows Build,"
locked up in that little heart? You at home evenings when the folks had
who have forgotten the moonlit nights gone somewhere and you were all alone.
of long ago, the exquisite thrilling word How your voice quavered over " Some
of love low-spoken, the silences so Day," and you were lost in sorrow over
laden with words, in the gloaming the
excitement of the anticipated dance, —
life
—
your own life which seemed poor little
so sad and lonely and misunder-
new
the delight of the ball dress —the stood. What a lot you've been through
way you stroked the little dancing since! Disappointment and smashed
shoes in the hope that He would be illusions and ungratified ambitions and
there —that unknown Prince who fig- sorrow and the dark cloud of Death.
ures in ever}' girl's dreams. You have How earnestly you hope the little
forgotten all that, grown away from it girl who is singing down there will not
in your fuller life of commonplace have all that to go through, but will find
practicalities and you have closed the more wayside flowers growing along the
doors behind you. Some tone in the road, and fewer hills to climb, and
little girl's voice singing to herself down- smoother rivers to cross. No rough
stairs opens those doors for a moment, winds should blow on her if you could
and Remembrance, rose-scented, flows —
prevent it ^all the motherhood in you
back and for a little while you are young wakes with the little song. Fiercely
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310 THE PEDLAR'S PACK
protective, it rises as a shield of steel whither they were bound hove in sight.
against pain and sorrow upon that little Never did marooned sailor on a desert
life —
the life of your girl. Let all or island more wildly welcome a sail. If
anything happen to your poor body, only she could reach that table without
suffering and death, but for her^ ^if you — the worst happening. They sat down.
could have your way only rose- — She still retained sufficient conscious-
wreaths and sunshine. And long after ness to order her favorite cakes to
the song has ceased, when you kiss her accompany their pot of tea, then
good-night, your lips linger with gentle eagerly awaited a propitious moment.
pressure, and from your mother's soul It will come soon, she told herself cheer-
flows a wide understanding of all that fully, and then came the thought that
the song meant and which in some it was not the general custom for young
occult or astral way your little girl ladies to crawl under refreshment
understands better than if any words tables and leave the escort eating in
were spoken. solitary widowerhood.
"I wish I were home," she thought,
UNDER THE ROSE " I wish I had a chaperon —
wish I ^I
"yHERE was no doubt about it. Some- hadn't come." Then came a happy
* thing had given ay with a snap, idea. She wiggled a hairpin from
and a black stocking was free to ramble under her turban and slid it down her
where it listed. A low and grovelling left side. Then she ducked as though
curiosity was dragging it down to in- to pick up her handkerchief. He also
spect the state of its shoes, and she was ducked politely to help her. She
on the public street and was walking mumbled something and dropped her
with Him Now, if it had been one of
! hairpin. By now the stocking was
—
her own chums Harry, or red-headed
" See here,
romping gaily over her shoe-top on its
Billy, she would simply say : wild vacation. Desperation seized her
Billy, my shoe has come untied, and I — likewise a brilliant thought. "Please
want to fix it. No, I won't let you tie don't mind me," she said, sweetly
it — just step into the next big store
^I'll
— " I just trod on the hem of my skirt and
and go up to the rest room " but to tore it and I want to pin it together."
talk that way to this stately and bash- Then she swooped sideways, scraped up
ful individual — never! the wandering hose with her good foot
How surprised and annoyed he'd be and with a swift turn pinned it tightly
if her —ahem! — ^hose came down and round her ankle with the hairpin.
shuffled around her shoe. untidy How "That will hold you awhile," she mut-
and careless he'd think her! dis- How tered, as she rose with scarlet face only
gusted with her he'd be for placing him to hear him knock his head on the edge
in such an undignified position. He of the table. He had again ducked
would never take her out again. Just politely and had seen the whole pro-
as she had taken him from Letty, too. ceeding.
Back he'll go, for he'll say to himself
that Letty would never bring about TO THE TRUE FAITH
anything so unpleasant. She, always COME controversy has been going on
so neat and tidy, has too much sense ^ lately inToronto over the question
and dignity to go about with her hose of "converting" the Jews of a certain
in jeopardy. Drat that suspender, quarter of the city to Christianity.
anyway The Jewish race is composed of deeply
And all this time the stately Mr. H. religious men and women, and there is
was talking about Arnold Bennett's only impertinence in our attacking the
" Old Wives" —
she hadn't read a word Hebrew creed a. faith as old and strong
of it —
^and asking her if it was true that and enduring as the very hills, and
women liked masterful men best ^and — —
which for all we know to the contrary
that stocking was slipping, though she — may be the true faith itself. Has
had developed a hop to save it. Then, Christianity become so smug and self-
the hop failing, she slunk along, drag- assured that it allows none outside its
ing one foot, till the restaurant pale, that it accounts as damned the
followers of Buddha, of Mahomet, of the other great qualities which un-
—
Moses of the thousand and one great doubtedly are theirs. Their religion is
prophets and wise men of Eastern solemn and dignified and worthy of all
creeds, and this when there are dissen- respect. They are an estimable people,
sions among the Christian Churches charitable towards one another to an
themselves, and when even parsons are extent unknown among Gentiles. I
foimd questioning the Scriptures and fail to see what we, followers of the
debating as to the truth of this and that Jewish Son of the Carpenter, may teach
passage in the Bible? them. Why even concern ourselves
No more moral race exists than the with the question when our jails are
Jewish: no more intelligent, intel- filled with our own people, when the
lectual or artistic. We all agree the social evil is still thriving among \is,
Jews are masters of finance, but some and wives are beaten to death by their
seem to be loath to attribute to them husbands and little children are mur-
311
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312 THE PEDLAR'S PACK
would all have been filled. With her
black eyes sparkling, her eyebrows
aslant, her small feet in turn-up shoes,
her kimono of royal yellow and the
great golden flowers behind her ears she
looked more Japanese than Chinese.
Mysterious purple strokes and squares
upon her golden robes proclaimed her
of royal descent. Her wig, especially,
which had come direct from China, was
so becoming that two or three of her girl
friends vowed they would wear it or one
exactly like it at the next Covent
Garden masque. After a jolly night
"the happiest of my life," the girl said
— the ball broke up and every one went
home, and the prize for the best cos-
—
tumed lady a very beautiful piece of
rare china —
was sent to Her Imperial
Highness, the Empress San Ann Daik
Tal-Yun.
A few weeks after, a very pretty girl
closely veiled called on a Harley Street
physician. Removing her veil she
disclosed a curious mark upon her fore-
head. The medical man diagnosed it
as eczema and treated it accordingly.
But the mark did not disappear, and
one month afterwards a weeping girl,
all alone, deserted by every friend, was
put aboard a vessel sailing from Liver-
pool. Closely confined in a cabin set
aside for that purpose, her food passed
in through a revolving shelf in the door,
shunned everyone and viewed
by
through a once a day by a highly
grille
sterilized physician, the once lovely
and happy-hearted child began the
dreadful journey that was to end at.
THE PRETTY EMPRESS OF CHINA HAD DELIBERATELY Molokai, the leper colony, where, while
PLANNED TO BE LATE. a slow and dreadful disease progressed,
dered for gain? There is much need she was to wait for the friendly hand of
for missionary work among ourselves. Death. The wig from the East had
The Jews want none of it, and are in done its work.
need of none of it. And now, for all this occurred during
the current year, every effort is being
THE OUTCAST EMPRESS made to discover who may have worn
P VERYONE turned to look at her as the wig after this unlucky girl, for surely
she entered the London ball-room. it has infected others with the terrible
The great fancy ball was at its height, disease. Efforts, too, are being made
for the pretty Empress of China had to trace all those who came in contact
deliberately planned to be late. She with her at or since the ball, and many
was young and lovely and her make-up a young fellow who footed it gaily with
was perfect, so perfect that for a long the Empress of China at the dance a
time she puzzled her closest friends. few months ago is quaking at the turn
She danced every dance and had she events have taken. " Everyone for
three programmes instead of one they himself" says the,old adage.
I
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"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 313
And all the while a mere girl is wait- Ireland — stick a cock's feather in your
ing at Molokai for the only friend she head, clear out the drawing room, and
may have in this world, the friend who with 3-our Aunt for Royalty perched on
will lead her out of it. a high stool, and any male acquaint-
ances who happen to be round doing
PRESENTED AT COURT duty as ofiiciaJs, you begin your pere-
ETVERY other body seems to have grinations. —
Cousin Jimmy the Lord
been "presented at Court" this —
Chamberlain chokes with laughter as
-eason. A wicked satirist once said you advance at a jog, your tail wiggling
that royal drawing rooms were held for behind you, your cock's feathers all
the especial benefit of pick-pockets, the a-tremble, until you fall in a bundle at
King desiring that all his subjects may the King's feet. —
The King ^Aunt
be able to live. Certainly thieves flock Mar}^ Kate — upsets you with " That
about in numbers whenever there is a will never do. Go back and begin all
Coronation or a Jubilee or a Court over again." Back with you, grinning
Drawing Room. like a griffin and poked in the back by
The Buckingham Palace presenta- Jim as 3-0U paddle on determined to get
tion is an ordeal ver}' different from our it right or die. The Lord Liftinant 's
dear Dublin ceremonial, where the hand is out ready for the kiss, but you
"Lord Liftinant"' used to kiss every would need the neck of a giraffe to
debutante on the cheek and so give her reach it, or else you get so near that you
a lovely opportunity for blushing. The tumble over it and capsize Himself
rehearsals for six weeks previous to the —
Aunt 'Slary Kate and roll on the floor
function were the best part of the show. with her till you were nearh' " killed
You tie a sheet round you for a train entirely with the laughter".
at least that's the wav we do it in Then when the great day arrives, you
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314 THE PEDLAR'S PACK
take three hours and a half to get into " He'd faint sooner, Bartly."
your things and wait three more hours "Bedad, 'twould be safer for him,"
in a line of other carriages while the said Bartly.
joking crowd of the great unwashed
make fun of you and the starched and PHONETIC SPELLING
stilted gentlemen in uniforms and LJERE is a small puzzle with which to
swords that get between their legs and while away an idle moment. I
trip 'em up, and just as you dismount, picked it up for a song and popped it
somebody blows a whiff of " shag" over into my pack. You can have it for
you, entreating you to take that into another.
the Castle and give the Lady Liftinant A man received one morning the fol-
a little of the perfume of the people. lowing bill from a phonetic creditor who
But you forget all about it, and every- demanded immediate payment:
thing else when Himself salutes you, Osvorada )
and you back over your train and tangle Avordeos > £2.
your feet in it and count yourself lucky Vechinonimome I
K^
>
kW
"Some men must play a very large west of Edmonton, or even in Edmon-
part in the developing and settling ton itself, when the buffalo roamed the
of new countries, and the moulding of plains, and even trails were not cut
their characters. Of such is the Rev. out, men and women came to Edmon-
Dr. McQueen, of Edmonton. ton to make homes. Some may have
"Many years ago, long before rail- fancied in their rosiest dreams that a
wavs were dreamed of in the countrv day would come when street-cars would
317
.
And we'll venture there isn't a pair of and half-a-world away a coastwise
blue-weather overalls in all Western steamer slipping along the face of a
Canada. prehistoric glacier, and firing a salute
in his honor, while descendants of the
UNCHRONICLED CELEBRATIONS men who fought against the fourth
IT is a curious and moving thing to George joined with Englishmen in
think of how many people in how singing the praise of his successor and
many far places were thinking at a namesake.
THE CHINESE VIEW. LONG TIME ORDERS.
A . WOMANmissionary in China was TOE McHUGH once came into a news-
** taking tea with a mandarin's *-*
paper office after a round of the
eight wives. The Chinese ladies ex- hotels on just such a hot Sunday as
amined her clothing, her hair, her teeth, can be pictured readily now. He
and so on, but her feet especially narrated a conversation between three
amazed them. travelling men precipitated by the
"Why," cried one, "you can walk complaint of one that the hot weather
and run as well as a man." made the sale of his goods impossible.
"Yes, to be sure," said the mission- The other two listened while he
ary. wailed.
"Can you ride a horse, and swim, Finally No. 2 said: "Quit your
too?" kicking. I haven't made a sale since
"Yes." last February."
"Then you must be as strong as a "What do you sell?" asked No. 1.
man!" "Snow plows."
i am. No. 3 came to bat. "It will be a
"And you wouldn't let a man beat year in August since I got an order,"
you—not even
—^would if he was your husband he said.
you?" "What is your line?" asked No. 1 and
"Indeed I wouldn't!" the missionary No. 2 in chorus.
said. "Suspension bridges."
The mandarin's eight wives looked WHEN THE, ETC.
at one another, nodding their heads.
V\7HEN the class goes for a picnic,
Then the oldest said, softly:
"Now I understand why the foreign
^ and they find a sylvan glade,
And somebody tips the barrel that con-
devil never has more than one wife.
tains the lemonade,
He is afraid!" And some one falls from the hammock,
THE PERILOUS VERGE. and the teacher wants to swear
AN actor, famous in monologue and But must smile with saintly patience
*^ as an impromptu wag, was a good When a twig pulls off her hair,
deal the worse for several days' hitting O, it's then that hearts are joyous and
'em up and was lurching up Portage it's then that life is gay,
Avenue one night in the middle of the When the class all gets sun- blistered
street. An acquaintance called out: onhappy picnic day,
its
"Hey, Jimmy! Why don't you take And you sit you down to dinner but
the sidewalk?" you rise to frown and sigh,
"Who do you think I am?" rejoined For the bugs are in the ice cream and
James. "Blondin?" the ants are in the pie.
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ANGELA
BY THOMAS A. DALY
been away; an', pleass,
AH! yes, I
I hida from you, too
For dough ees wrong for do like dees
Weeth kind old frand like you;
I 'fraid you'd joke of "weengs" an' teasf:
So like you use' to do.
You no reraembra, long ago,
Wan raoma w'en you came
An' see me makin' lova so
Wijeth w'at you call my "flame."
How you are beg me lat you know
W'at ees da lady's name?
ways, but most of all in her looks and apt to keep what she thought to herself
her fondness for dress. She had never when it was not anybody's business.
been stinted in dress, it was easy to see, "How old is he?" she asked Cathie
for when her trunks came they were abruptly one day, making a little, half-
loaded with French finery of all kinds contemptuous gesture towards Alex
— queer little high-heeled slippers, all as he was leaving the room.
rosettes and big buckles, such as we had "He is twenty-four," Cathie answered
only seen in old-fashioned pictures, surprisedly. "Why, Fulvia?"
though they were new-fashionedenough, "I was wondering why he stays here,"
it seemed; queer, oddly-made dresses, was the short answer.
trimmed and trained and puffed out "Stays here!" says Cathie innocently.
in a way that made us open our ignor- "Where should he stay but here? We
ant eyes; and such boxes full of rib- have lived at Ballomuith ever since Mr.
bons, and velvets, and laces as Cathie Alexander Muith first began to take
could never have worn in a dozen years. care of us."
But Fulvia wore them every day, "Take care of you!" repeated Ful-
though ver}^ few people ever saw her via with her most scornful face. "I
beside we three and the servants. should think he could take care of him-
And she was generous enough with —
self ^he's old enough. Bah!"
them, too. She wotdd give them to Cathie opened her eyes in a sort of
Cathie, and took as much pride in trouble. Slfe was a little afraid of
dressing the girl up to her fanciful these scornfvd words of Fulvia 's.
notions as Cathie took in being —
"You ^>^ou are *not angr}'-, Fulvia,
dressed; but though she was always are you?" she stammered. "Not
sweet and pretty enough, no dressing angry with Alex, I mean. I don't
ever made Cathie look like Fulvia. quite understand you."
She had not her odd, fiery way and Fulvia turned her shoulder upon her
quick motions to begin wdth, and though snappishly, and held her bit of a
Fulvia always looked better for her slipper over the fire to warm.
high -heeled French shoes, vrith their "No," she said. "What should I
buckles and rosettes, and the grand be angry with him for? I don't care
French dresses, with their trimmings anything about him. He has nothing
and furbelows, I always thought Cathie to do with me."
seemed more at home in the plain But, being a little out of patience
frocks I had always seen her wear. with her, I fired up a trifle myself and
But the sharp tongue and black eyes spoke out.
and fantastic dresses bewitched Alex "Then, if you are not vexed with
until his head was almost tvu-ned. He Alex, what do you snap at him for?"
had been used to spending nearly all I said. "Snap at those who fret you,
his time out of doors, shooting and and not at those who don't. You are
fishing but after Fulvia came he began
; too ready with your tongue, it seems
to remain at home, and, if he went out, to me, Fulvia Desmond."
never stayed long, and never came home She turned upon me like fire, with
without bringing his game to her. her big black eyes all in a blaze.
But she never treated him very well, "Mind your own business!" she says,
and she often treated him very ill. as vicious as you please. "I don't
And yet she was by no means ill- want you to meddle with me "
natured toward the rest of us. She But I did not care for that, for I
would quarrel with Cathie sometimes, knew it was nothing but temper, and
and quarrel with me, but she was al- she bore me no ill-'w-ill; and, for the
ways passionately affectionate and matter of that, before ten minutes
always ready to make sacrifices; and were out it was all blown over. But
I never knew her to break her word for two or three days after she scarcely
in my life. She had strange, inde- condescended to notice Alex, and was
pendent notions, too, though we never so ill-natured wnth him that he got
found them out unless by the merest quite discouraged, and came to me for
accident, as it seemed, for she was very comfort, as he always did.
334 THE WOMAN'S WAY
It was the day after she had spoken only to care for him less. She slighted
to Cathie that he came to me as I was him a dozen times in a day, and some-
sewing in my small sitting-room, and times treated him so badly that I could
he threw himself on the floor at my not understand it, for she was, heart
feet and laid his head on my lap, as he and soul, fond of Cathie. Living as we
had a fashion of doing. did, alone in the big, old, half-empty
"Faith, but she's a vixen!" he said, barracks of a house, and with so few
in his light-hearted fashion, but I people about us, of course we were
knew he was vexed in the face of it. nearly dependent on each other for
"She's a vixen, isn't she, Norah?" amusement; and when she was in the
"Who?" I asked, pretending to be humor, Fulvia Desmond could have
as careless as he was. cheered up a wilderness with her
"Who?" says he. "Who but Miss fantastic, whimsical nonsense; but she
Fulvia, to be sure. What other vixen never tried to amuse Alex. She could
have we here but Miss Fulvia, and isn't dress, and dance, and tell stories, and
she vixen enough entirely for one chatter like a jay for Cathie and me
establishment?" with a nonsensical when we were alone together, but she
bit of a brogue. was always scornful and indifferent to
"Oh!" I answered. "If it's her Alex.
you're talking about, I wouldn't mind "I'm out of heart to-day, Norah,
anything she says. She doesn't mean acushla," he would say to me every
any great harm, though she's sour now and then, for though I was getting
enough sometimes." to be an elderly woman, the children
"Aye!" says he, sharply; "and sweet still held to their old pet names for me.
enough, too." "I'm out of heart to-day, Norah,
I looked down at him in a minute, acushla. Her ladyship is sharper than
and he raised his eyes to mine and half ever." And then he would laugh,
laughed in spite of the fret that was on but his fair face was never quite free
his handsome face. from the fret even when he laughed
"Aye!" I said, sharply, too, for my the most.
heart was in my mouth, through a But, though he bore it patiently for
new thought that came to me all of a a long time, one day he took her to
sudden. "You don't mean to say task about it.
you've been simple enough to take a "You don't like me, Cousin Fulvia,"
fancy to her, Alex Muith?" he said to her, half in jest, as usual.
He laughed again, with the fret still "You don't like me even well enough to
on his white forehead, under the yellow —
be civil ^asking pardon for saying so.
curls. I should like to know what I have
"Just that simple, Norah, avour- done, if it pleases youto tell me?"
een," was his answer. "Just simple She opened her big scornful eyes
enough to love the little vixen desper- wide, and stared at him as if it would
ately, but not so simple as to think be a condescension to answer him;
she cares enough for me even to be but she did answer him, notwith-
civil." standing.
Well, this was a sort of blow to me, "You don't know what you are talk-
to tell the truth, though I ought to ing about," she said, not as politely
have had sense enough to see how as she might have done. "You have
things were going on; but somehow done nothing. Nothing you could do
this was the first time I had thought of would have anything to do with me.
my boy's being more than a boy, and I don't care anything at all about you,"
old enough to care for pretty faces, "Thank you," he said, looking a
after man-fashion. trifle paleand knitting his fore-
But though this was the first time head, for she had raised his temper at
we talked about Fulvia Desmond in last. "I suppose that means I'm not
such a manner, it was not the last. As worth the troubling after."
time went on, Alex seemed to care for "It means whatever you choose to
her more, and she, for her part, seemed think it means," she said viciously,
"you don't like me, cousin FULVIA," he said. "i should like to know what I HAVE DONE,
IP IT PLEASKS YOU TO TBLL ME"
"or it means nothing at all. I tell you a different girl, I should have thought
'I don't care anything at all about it." that maybe she had some little spite
"Very well," said Alex. "If that's against him; but there never was any
it, I won't trouble you again. I will spite in Fulvia, if she did have a temper,
keep out of your way, Miss Fulvia and so I was sure there must be a,
Desmond." reason for her dislike for Alex, and so I
I was sitting on the other side of the watched her, but for several days I
fire, and looked up at this, and was found out nothing. Alex kept out of
surprised to see that she was pale, too; her way, as he said he would. He,
and I had an idea that she had turned began to fish and shoot again, as he
pale all of a sudden, but she looked used to do, staying out whole days,
ingry enough, and gave her little foot and never even coming home to his
\i bit of a stamp on the hearth-flag. meals; and when he did come home he
"You don't trouble me, I tell you," scarcely took any notice of her at all,
•he said. "You couldn't trouble me but would go whistling by her through
f you tried." the house as if she had nfever been about,
I
Now I knew there was something at But one night, going accidentally
he bottom of this. If she had been into her room, as I opened the door I
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336 THE WOMAN'S WAY
heard the sound of low, passionate "I don't see where there need be a
sobbing, and advancing toward the difference," I said.
fire, found Fulvia crouched down in "Difference!" she echoed, with her
one corner of a big chair, crying, with face on fire. "I don't see how the two
her head resting on her arms. could be alike."
She started up when she saw me, "Why not?" I asked her, feeling
and finding that she could not hide the puzzled, though I knew I was coming
truth, spoke to me angrily. to the secret.
"What do you want?" she said. "Men don't speak to her as they
"I wish you would alone."
let me speak to me," she said, flaring up.
I was determined to sift the matter "She has not lived as I have, dragged
to the bottom, so I walked to the door about among bad men and women all
and shut and then came back again
it, her life. She has not the black blood
deliberately and sat down. in her veins that I have. Her mother
"I want to know what you are crying was not an outcast, with a mark of
for, Fulvia Desmond," I said. shame branded on her forehead. She
"I am not crying," she answered is Catharine Muith, and I well, I —
boldly. am Fulvia Desmond, and that is
"That's not true," I answered her saying enough."
back. "You are crying, or you were I had got to the bottom of the secret
when I came in; and as I was put here now, and having got to the bottom of
to take care of you, I mean to know it, scarcely knew what to say. It was
the reason why." bitter shame, it seemed, not a girl's
"You'll have to find out for yourself, whim or petty spite it was the remem-
;
then," she said sullenly; and then all brance of her neglected childhood, the
at once she broke down and dashed her burning, shameful wrong that had been
face on to her folded arms, and began done to her, that made her passionate
to cry again. "I wish I was dead!" and bitter.
she cried out. "I wish I had never have seen men speak to my
"I
been born! I wish I could die this mother," she went on, with her face
minute!" buried on her arms, and her black hair
"You'd better not wish that," I said hanging over them, "and I knew what
dryly. "You might be sorry if your their fine speeches meant, if I was a
wish was granted. You are not ex- child. They used to laugh and jeer
actly in a fit condition to die this at her, when her back was turned, and
minute." sneer at the wrinkles and paint on her
"It doesn't matter," she said pas- face; and once I saw her sit before her
sionately. "Who cares? Who would mirror and cry, with the tears running
care if I died to-night? Cathie might down her cheeks over the powder and
for a day or so, but nobody else would." rouge, because she heard them. It
I did not take any notice of this was the only time I ever felt sorry for
speech, because I thought best to let her, but I did feel sorry for her then,
it pass so I turned quietly to the sub-
; and I made up my mind that no man
ject I wanted to clear up. shoidd jeer at me or make me listen to
"What made you quarrel with Alex —
him. He" she meant Alex—"knows
the other day?" I said. "He is always I am not like Cathie, and I hate him
good-natured enough with you." for it. I hate him!"
"I didn't quarrel with him," she said. She was shaking all over with sobs,
"Why can't he let me alone?" and when I tried to comfort her I knew
"He never troubles you," I said. very well that nothing I could say
She stopped crying all in a minute, would have any effect. She would
and lifted her face up and looked at me. have reasoned out of them in a night,
"You don't know what you are talk- so I said very little, though what I^did
ing about," now she said. "I am not say was to the point, and at last_she
Catharine Muith; I am Fulvia Des- sobbed and raged herself quiet, with
mond." her face still hidden.
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"And then, what does he stay here that, after I left him, he sat down and
for?" she broke out resentfully. "He wrote a long letter to Mr. Alexander
is not a child, he is a man. What right Muith in Dublin.
has he to let Mr. Muith take care of He did not alter his manner toward
him? He is old enough to take care of Fulvia much, though, for the next two
himself, and not live here, from year or three days, he was not quite so in-
to year, hunting and fishing, and spend- different to her presence, and certainly
ing other people's money. I am only she did not alter her manner toward
a woman, but I would not live here if him at all. She was as high-handed
I had money of my own. I don't and scornful as ever, and had as little
blame Cathie; but I only came to to say. She w^as not even as good-
Ballomuith because I wanted to hide natured toward Cathie, and once or
away from even,'body and be out of twice she snapped at me more viciously
the way of the world. A man has no than I had ever known her to do be-
right to live as he is doing —
and that fore ; but I set it all down to her trouble
makes me hate him, too." and passed it over.
I did not say ver}' much in answer She was in one of her worst moods
to that speech, either. I had deter- one night when we were all sitting to-
mined to leave everything to Alex, gether in the old dining-hall, and after
and, perhaps, I was not really sorry for making two or three vicious speeches,
the last part of her outbreak. I had she stopped talking altogether, and
cared so much for the children, and so had been sitting in silence for half an
much for Alex, particularly, that I had hour, staring into the fire with that
sometimes secretly wished he was more queer expression in her big, black,
ambitious and less easy-natured. Not foreign-looking eyes, when Alex, who
that I could blame him exactly, for had been out all day, came in with a
Mr. Alexander Muith had taken him letter from Dublin in his hand. He was
so completely in charge all his life, and rather pale, and the old fret was on his
seemed to set aside so completely any fair face, but he tossed the letter to me
idea of his working for a living, that it and flung himself into a chair.
would scarcely have been natural for "It's done, Norah, creena," he said,
him to be other than careless and easy- trying to smile. "It's as you said it
going. would be; but I am going for all that."
I did not even wait for the next day Cathie looked up with a start, and I
to tell Alex how matters were standing. fancied that Fulvia started, too, but
I went to him in his room that ver}^ she did not raise her black eyelashes.
night, after I left Fulvia, and repeated "Going!" said Cathie. "And where
to him word for word what she had is it you are going to, Alex, dear?"
said. Alex looked at Fulvia Desmond for
He turned pale then in real earnest, a minute, and then answered her.
and began to walk up and down the "To Australia, Cathie," he said.
floor, and walked so for fully five min- "What do you think of that?"
utes before he said a word, but he turned Cathie broke into a little cry and sat
round at last and broke the silence. up, staring at him with a frightened
"That's it, is it?" he said. "I can't face.
stand that, Norah. I can't stand that, "You are not in real earnest, Alex,"
upon my soul. You must
help me, she burst
out. "You cannot mean
Norah, dear, and tell me what to do." what you say. You are joking us."
And there were actually drops of per- He shook his yellow curls back from
spiration on his forehead as he dropped his forehead, still looking at Fulvia.
into his chair again and hid his face in "Not a bit of it, mavourneen," he
his hands. said. "Not a taste of a joke. I am
It scarcely matters telling now what in earnest this time. I am going to
we said to each other during the rest Australia, for Fulvia's sake."
of the time we stayed together. It is Fulvia did start then in honest truth,
quite sufficient at present to say that and she changed color, too, but she did
we made some plans of our own, and not look at him, and he went on talking.
838 THE WOMAN'S WAY
and the queer part of it was that, Alex tried to reason the matter.
though he was talking to Cathie, he
was watching Fulvia all the time.
—
"You are worse you're a madman.
You ought to be locked up in a mad-
"I am going for Miss Fulvia's sake, house, and put into a straight-jacket.
Cathie," he said; "and it was she put it I choose to have one gentleman in the
into my head to go, though she never family, and I am going to have one;
said a word to me about it. Fulvia and if you are not willing to fill the
thinks a man has no right to live the position, you can go to Australia or to
life I have been living, and she is right. the devil, and I will find someone who
I have been an idle sort of good-for- will fill it, for you don't get a shilling
nothing, but I am going to try to be- —
from me so there the matter ends."
have myself better, because, you see, I Of course, this was rather embar-
care for Fulvia, though she does not rassing for Alex, for he had nowhere
care for me, and never will. I love else to look to, but his love for Fulvia
Fulvia, though she does not love me; had given him new ideas about life, so
and I would go to the world's end to he held firm to his resolve, and told
win a good word from Fulvia, though Mr. Muith that he meant to hold to it
Fulvia would rather die than look at me as a matter of conscience. And he was
this minute, and would give old Lion in earnest, too, for he was a brave-
in his kennel, uuL in the court-yard natured fellow, my Alex, and had only
there, a hundred good words, where needed a touch to set his feet on the
she would not give me one if I went right track; and once having taken to
down on my knees to ask her for it." it, he was not the one to falter before a
Cathie's idol, and she cotdd not bear been at all surprised if she had done so
the idea of losing him, and fretted Cathie had been gone to bed full an
dreadfully. hour, and Alex and I had been talking
"It is all her fault that he is going together for a long time, and she was
into the world -without a friend, still sitting there when Alex got up to
Xorah," she would say. "I used to go, too, and he had bidden her good
care for Fulvia, but I shall never care night and reached the door before she
for her again if Alex leaves us." said a word. But as he laid his hand
Indeed, between the four of them, upon the handle, I saw her face flash up
I had a hard time of it, for what with and turn white, and her breast began
the old gentleman growling, Cathie to heave, and then all in a minute it
fretting, and Fulvia walking about seemed she sprang up and turned on
like a ghost, there was no peace to be him like some wild, hunted thing at
had. bay.
But it was settled at last, though it "Stay!" she said. "Come back!
was settled miserably enough for poor Xorah, m.ake him come back."
Alex. He was to go away as soon as He was face to face with her in a
he could get ready, and was to expect minute, though he was even more be-
nothing more from his uncle, who went wildered than I was at first; but the
back to Dublin as soon as ever he moment he came back I saw what was
found he coiild not frighten him out the matter, and how it was all going to
of his resolution. And so we began to end.
make preparations between us, Cathie "You shall not go away!" she cried
and I, and Alex made preparations, out, panting and trembling and sob-
too, and Fulvia looked on -^-ithout a bing all at once. "You shall not go.
word for two or three weeks. They shall not blame me for that;
But one night, after she had been they shall not dare to do it. Besides,
sitting over the fire for a long time as I cannot bear it, either," catching her
usual, she got up from her place all at breath and holding her clenched hand
)nce and came to the table where hard against her heart. "If you are
ithie was sewing with me. going away because you love me, stay
"Let me help you," she said abruptly, because you love me. I would not tell
can sew well enough. Let me do you before, but now —now I must tell
)mething." you, because it wotdd kill me to hide it.
All the time I had lived there I had i love you, too. I would die for you.
fnever seen Cathie fire up as she did at I will do anything you say I must do.
that minute. I will give up ever}-thing. I have been
"Xo!" she said. "You shall not bad enough, but I give up now. Only,
help. You shall not set a stitch on, don't go away; or, if you must go, take
Fiilvia Desmond. But for you we had me with you, if it is to the world's end.
no need to have the work to do. It's I love you —
^}'es, I love you, and if you
your doing, and it's you that's to blame leave me I shall go mad or die!" And
if Alex never comes back again, and she fell upon her knees, bur\-ing her
dies thousands of miles away without face in her arms upon the footstool,
seeing any of us." and trembling like a leaf.
It seemed as if every drop of blood I never dreamed of such a tempest
died out of Fulvia's face. She just being in the girl's nature, fier}' as I
stood up for a minute, straight by the knew she was. She had broken down
table, and as still as death, and then utterly at last, and was more at his
she went back to her seat again without mercy than any other girl could pos-
uttering a word. And she did not utter a sibly have been.
word for three hours after. It was afierce Alex was down on the hearth beside
battle she had "with herself, I know, her in a second, and had her in his arms
was over, still as she sat, and
^N'hen all and was kissing her as if he had gone
teadfast as she looked. I thought, for crazy, and calling her all the frantic
my part, that she was going to sit love names in the world, and coaxing
there all night. I should not have her like a child; while she, poor.
!5W iHE VVUMAW •> \)\A\
wronged young creature, never even There never were three people hap-
tried to get away from him, but clung pier than those three children were
to his shoulder, sobbing and shaking when everything was settled and
and taking his kisses and coaxing as if straightened out, as of course it was;
itwas the breath of new life to her. and there never was a girl changed as
I felt out of place a little, seeing that all was Fulvia Desmond. It seemed as if
was going right, so I crept out of the all her old scornful ways were lost in
room and shut the door softly behind her love for Alex; and the soft, little,
me so as not to disturb them; and then timid shyness which stole into her man-
I slipped upstairs to Cathie and wakened ner made her more like a young girl,
her to tell her about it. and less like a hard, bitter-natured
The girl sat up
bed and listened to
in woman. And though Mr. Alexander
me with her eyes wide open, like great Muith changed his mind, and came
violets with the dew on them, and she round in time, Alex held to his plans;
turned from red to white, and from and though, for Cathie's sake, he did
white to red; and, of course, girl-like, not go to Australia, he went to work
changed her mind about Fulvia in a on Ballomuith, and fought hard, too,
minute, and cried over what I said as with the old, easy-going, careless way
a child might cry for joy and excite- of the place and people, and in enrich-
ment and bewildered happiness. ing the estate by his labor and manage-
"And he won't go away?" she said, ment, enriched himself, too; so that at
over and over again. "He won't go this day they stand as high as the
away, will he, Norah? And they'll be highest; and I have reason to be
married, won't they? And we will all prouder of my
children than ever, for
live together, and it will be like the Fulvia is the greatest lady in the coun-
old times, only maybe Fulvia will be try, and her handsome children are
happy." the pride of the county.
The True Flame
'I can call spirits from
the vasty deep !
By
William Dunseith
Eaton
was a woman who said, "Of course come to me came through the second
IT Idon't believe in ghosts, but I'm of these.
horribly afraid of them." ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
There you have the general There are many
kinds of "readers,"
attitude toward spiritism doubt, curi-
: nearly all worthless, or worse. Most
osity, and veiled fear; for in spiritism of them have an extraordinar}- hold
ghosts are pretty much the whole thing. in that their patrons are prepared to
Xo consideration of prophecy nor believe whatever they say, and ready
any search for the influences by which to help out by blurting answers to
it is transmitted can go far w'ithout leading questions.
taking account of that strange cult, I mean, as a generality. The de-
its assumption of knowledge covering termined doubter who may still have
future as well as past or present things, a secret wistfulness feels it due himself
and its dealings with the dead. and his own cold head to admit nothing
It is a muddle. The one thing and meet ever\-thing with a matter-of-
certain in it is that if King David was fact solution, if he can't deny it out of
right as well as hasty when he said all hand. The discredit readiest in the
men are liars, his axiom is only mouths of such people is the charge of
slightly modified beyond the grave; conspiracy, or underground informa-
for of that sort are most of those who tion, or mind reading.
communicate through its media "u-ith A merchant friend of mine in Lis-
those who are still on this side that penard Street once referred me to a
melancholy excavation. The excep- Mrs. Striker, in West Twenty-third
tions are rare, and have the usual Street —
Xew York. When I called,
effect upon the rule. Mrs. Striker was out, but expected
All the demonstration directly "within shortly. In her waiting room sat an
my own knowledge has been through elderly stout man, marked all over with
people openly or tacitly committed to opulence and decision. When Mrs.
spiritism, but a long course of search and Striker returned she came into the
sifting has disclosed the operation of room and spoke to this man first,
two modes: one personal and unblush- calling him by name. He tightened
ing in its claim to specific inspiration, up, and bowed stiffly.
the other impersonal and silent on that "You came from Skeneateles to see
point. Whatever of real merit has me on account of the trouble vou've
:
. '
these experiences, and we are told that Any philosophical view not hampered
sometimes the first exaltation and by tradition or coarsely physical data
ecstasy are succeeded by other experi- must discern that reality is not "lim-
ences of a nature too horrible and de- ited to its terrestrial manifestations ":
grading for expression. If you want that life does not terminate with the
more about such cases, read "The death of the body; that it proceeds
Varieties of Religious Experience," farther than the senses permitted us
a book UT-itten by the same Professor here may trace its progress that we are
;
sometimes impart to us word of things ifthe wish were there, for just as lighter
that are outside our ability to foresee bodies ascend where heavier would
is explicable. either sink or remain stationary, so the
When a man's physical body dies, finer souls pass on, and in a little while
his magnetic body is set free, carrying are outside the most remote rim of our
with it the really conscious body of perception. Not even faith, to which
spiritual magnetism. The condition so many of us pin so much, has held
then entered upon is variously known out hope that love or longing or any-
as purgatory or limbo, or the valley of thing else can bring them back across
the shadow, or the land of shades. that boundary. It is in very truth
The interior spiritual body is in turn the bourne from which no traveller
set free, when it has outgrown the returns.
—
magnetic body somewhat as the mag- "O, how far,
netic body outwore the physical and How far and safe, God, dost thou keep thy
the physical outwore its clothes. saints
Soon or later after it is cut loose, it When once gone from us ! We may call
against
passes beyond our power to follow The lighted windows of thy fair June heaven,
with any certainty that could easily be Where all the souls are happy, and not one,
made clear. The change may be Not even my father, look from work or play
abrupt, but insofar as concerns the one To ask 'who is it that cries "after us,
Below there, in the dark?'
that occurs with the death of the body
it brings no corresponding abrupt How do I know this to be so? The
change in the nature or character of answer in full would open quite another
the body's late inhabitant. The province of life, and lead away from
"twinkling of an eye" change comes the sole argument at present sought to
not then, but far off in the sempiternal be established. But I may say I have
spaces, outside the little circle of this twice had word of —not from — -those
world and its dull dial-light. who were about to pass out of the
A
scoundrel here is a scoundrel there second remove from earth, into the
— a good man is a good man, but the third; once of the wife who had go'ne
scoundrel lingers longest, and is most out with such tragic suddenness, and
free to talk or otherwise display him- again of one of the sanest and broadest
self according to his evil nature, when- men of great affairs -America in the
ever he can. The eidolon of a bad nineteenth century produced I with —
man, actuated by a spiritual conscious- hold his name for family reasons only
ness in a low stage of development, is In both cases I was informed they
dull, and hangs as long as possible were about to go another step beyond
around the scene of its fleshly history. and would lose sight of me until my
It is earthbound, and eager with a own arrival in that freer state.
longing to gratify the old appetites
and passions, to repossess itself of a In all cases, the deserted body of
fleshly body for that gratification. physical magnetism eventually returns
Hence obsession, an affliction not un- to its original elements, as the flesh-
common, but seldom understood. body does, but sometimes its dissolu-
Hence likewise the grewsome per- tion is arrested and then, as one writer
;
formances in dark seances, and the says, "it may be taken possession of by
maunderings of most psychics. spiritual intelligences other than its
On the other hand, a high individu- original owner, and preserved intact
WILLIAM DUNSEITH EATON 347
for a considerable time. It may be, doubt the control was genuine, but
and often is, employed as a sort of mask like-^^-ise there was not the slightest
by unscrupulous intelligences on the doubt he was a liar excarnate. He had
spiritual plane, for the purpose of impersonated de Meyer to me at my
impersonating its original owner to first sitting, two weeks before, while the
subjective psychics who are unable to real de Meyer was still in the flesh.
control the processes by which they It is common with media to pretend
are impressed with subjective clair- to comply with a wish that some cer-
voyance." tain personality be produced. The
Besides furnishing inspiration to benefit of a doubt may be extended
such clairvoyants, these dangerous now and then, where the medium is
simulacra, original or impersonating, imposed upon by a cheat, as in this
cause all physical manifestations abso- — case, but their WTits have no force in
lutely all save those that are produced shadow land. They cannot command
by deliberate jugglery. Their imper- visits from designated shades, no
sonation is by no means confined to matter how ready they are to take
"the original owner," but may be what- money for assuming to do it.
ever the usurping tenant pleases to "I can call spirits from the vasty
make it. deep," said Glendower, vaunting him-
Take an instance: I had two sit- self.
tings \\-ith a Mrs. Lukens, in Louisiana "But," snapped Mortimer, "will
Avenue, Washington. They were sep- they come when you do call for them?"
arated by an interval of two weeks. I Glendower made no answer to that.
tried them suggestion of Dr.
at the It is not impossible for a clean soul to
Phoebus Baxter, then chief medical manifest itself while it still remains
dispensing officer of the United States near enough, but it seldom happens so.
army. Mrs. Lukens believed herself Unclean spirits, with souls still small
to be controlled by the spirit of Leopold and dark, come when they will to come,
de Meyer, a famous musician. A more and can; not when they are called.
impatient or dictatorial control I've It is a rare occasion when one of them
never come across. At the second cries a truthful "adsum" to even the
sitting I ventured to question some most strenuous requisition.
I
of Him "Declaring the end from the like grappling with infant fingers at
beginning, and from ancient times the a shoreless sea, and closing our hands
things that are not yet done." on water. We have other things to
Here is no quibble, nor any attempt do, moreover, than cry for the doing.
to limit the illimitable, and it is a It is a wise providence that hides from
declaration basal in the structure of beasts what men, from men what
one of the greatest of all modern angels know.
religions. It involves no derogation of
:>: ^ :^ i'fi
>•;
the human will, for will is a power, not Our powers enable us to perceive and
a faculty, and the laws governing its dimly understand nothing higher than
use and direction are not in conflict conscious intelligence. This is a fac-
with other laws. Universal law is ulty, manifest not only in the operation
another name for universal harmony. of the universe, but in the human soul.
It is there— the future, with all its In our fleshly condition, consciousness
happenings. Now and then comes is reached through senses that are
a rift, a vista is opened, fleeting, frag- affected or actuated by things outside
mentary, but lucid. There is nothing the body, and these senses are common-
miraculous about it. It is as natural ly mistaken for consciousness, though
as anything else, only we do not under- they are transitory, while conscious-
stand all that lies back of it. The ness is permanent. It is the sensorium
whole past was once a future, and it of the soul, as the brain is the sensorium
has happened. By chance? There is of the body. The brain and the body
no such thing, for if all things were not "die." The body of physical mag
parts of a settled order, nothing what- netism is thereupon liberated, carryin.t^
ever could possibly be. By the mut- the spiritual body within it. In turn
able will of a placable god? No, for the physical magnetic body also dies
such gods die painfully, among their or disintegrates, and the spiritual mag-
worshippers. "Sweep away the illu- netic body, carrying the soul and its
sion of time," as Carlyle advised, and conscious intelligence, passes beyond.
the answer will begin to appear. Consciousness remains what it was,
H? H= * * H=
but emerges from its obscuring folds
I have spoken of intelligences upon and rises higher as these changes
an advanced plane of life having over successively take place. The higher it
us some such advantage of vision as a rises, the more it transcends the limita
man on a hilltop has over one shut in tion of time.
a valley. Given the sympathetic ele- This brings us to the place whert
ment and an organism open to it, prophecy becomes possible, and where
there is no more mystery in communica-
tion between those intelligences and
others on this plane than there is in There
*****
it is proper to show how it comes.
of vastly wider horizons both of past in doing that, and in the final considera-
and future, than are open to the rest something
tion, a recognition of life as
of us. At such times their outer far more than a passing show on a
senses may or may not be active, but comparatively gross level of matter,
the interior faculty of consciousness is not to be escaped by any course of
and the objective senses, through again from Sir Oliver Lodge's "Life
which it sends its messages, to be de- and Matter":
livered by the physical organs of speech. "Whatever life is or is not, it is
Where this psycho- physical organism certainly this: It is a guiding and
is found, real prophecy is possible; but controlling entity which reacts upon
nowhere else. Though trance is ^c -^
our world according to laws so partially
times employed, such a medium usucxx.^ known that we have to say they are
speaks in the ordinary way, having practically unknown, and therefore
ever}' appearance of normality. The appear in some sense mysterious. . . .
^RD Bo W^CTER^X^ORTH
ILLUSTRATED BY PERCY HOWARD ANDERSON
SYNOPSIS
The report comes in to the Montreal papers that several mysterious murders have
occurred in the North Shore woods, and the Indians believe some evil spirit in the shape of
a wolf is responsible for them. At first little attention is paid to the "scare," but when a
hard-headed millionaire leaves his summer cottage and says his wife has been nearly fright-
ened out of her reason by the sight of a mysterious Thing That Limps prowling about the
house.the newspapers send representatives to cover the story. Four men and one woman
reporter meet on the ground, and under chaperonage of the millionaire's housekeeper take
possession of his luxurious cottage, prepared to enjoy a "soft assignment." They learn that
all the Indians are lea zing the country, and that, as one farmer puts it, "they's some-
thin' we don't know about up here," but a'e inclined to think the panic unfounded. They
cover the country, but wich the exception of a Ch"naman who says he is raising mush-
rooms in underground cellars, and whose hands are singularly well kept for a farmer's,
find nothing unusual, until evening, when Morton, the deputy sheriff, gallops in, abject
with terror of the werewolf, which he has met on a lonely road. The next evening when
they are photographing Nora on the lawn she suddenly screams out that the werewolf is
near her, but no trace of it can be found. In the shock of danger Brady realizes that he loves
her and tells her so. Emmett meantime goes to develop the plate, and finds he has photo-
graphed the creature crouching to spring upon Nora. Swanson goes out to patrol the
premises, meets the werewolf and goes utterly to pieces. Later in the night the thing
creeps up to the front window, is fired at by Brady, but manages to make its escape.
Brady follows it.
Swanson had left the room, "Eric is in sleep proposition, though. I'm nearly
no condition to drive that car. Any all in. Emmett and I will be back to-
little fright and he's apt to run it over morrow m.orning. If we don't find
the bluff. Do you know anything you here we'll look for you up the
about the machine?" road."
"A little," answered Thompson. It was with a feeling akin to that
"What's the matter with you taking with which he would have quitted
the wheel and letting Eric show you civilization for good that Brady stood
how to run it?" asked Brady. "You waving his hand on the porch as the
can let him sit at your left. Then, in big auto rolled slowly away down the
case of any necessity, you can- control drive. Thompson handling the steer-
the speed of the car yourself." ing wheel, with Eric Swanson beside
"That'sall right, Steve," saidThomp- him, giving him instructions in a dis-
son slowly, "and I'll do it. But there's pirited tone. In the tonneau sat
another point. Suppose we do run Emmett. opposite the two women. And
across something? I can't drive the the last thing that Brady saw was the
car and control Swanson, too. He's little brown-clad figure that sat facing
a more powerful man than I am and him and the gleam of white as she
it's almost certain he will go absolutely waved her handkerchief as the auto
crazy on slight provocation. What rounded a curve. Then the woods
will we do about that?" swallowed it up and he and Bennett
"You'll have to take Emmett along," stood gazing blankly at the spot where j
,'
jumping out of the car or doing any- departure. The morning was still
thing in momentary delirium, I know. young, and Brady wanted the place to '
He knows all the wrestling grips that be as neat as possible when they lef'
he picked up at the turnvereins, when so he planned to go over it thorough!)
he used to take photos of the members. He looked regretfully at the big plat^-
I can handle this until you get back. glass window and examined in carefu'
"We'll run back just as quick as we fashion the spots where his bullei
make arrangements at the hotel," went through.
answered Thompson. "Up here in the centre, when I fired
"Don't you do it," retorted Brady. as that Thing was running away acres
"You've had no sleep to speak of for the lawn," he said, "the bullets hav^
a good many hours now. Neither have bored neat round holes. But down
bradv in the background gazed thoughtpully at nora, andjset his lips grimly,
"it screly will be one hard scrap," he thought
here in the corner, where the glass is railings of the porch for any trace of
held firmly in a sash and where, I Brady's bullet.
suppose, there could be no vibration to "I can't describe it." answered the
take up the shock of the bullet, it reporter. "I can't say it was a wolf's
smashed out those pieces you sec. face exactly and that's what makes
That's what puzzles me. Why isn't the thing all the more grewsome. It
there some blood on the porch ?" looked more like a human face to me.
"Just what was that face like?" But the eyes were those of a wild animal
asked Bennett, who had been making — there can be no doubt about that.
a careful search in the ornamental Thev shone with that same green light
353
354 THE SCARLET STRAND
you see in any savage wild creature him to have them sent down at the
when aroused. You know the legend, firstopportunity."
don't you?" But even as he spoke there echoed
And he repeated the details of the the same sound his companions had
article he had read in the encyclo- heard in the night while he was at
paedia — of how, in many parts of Iroquois —
the sound of a furiously
continental Europe the were-wolf is ridden horse. The rapid thumping
supposed to assume the garb of a of his hoofs could be heard over the
priest and semi-human shape, thus en- road at the entry to the estate, the
abling it to approach more closely to muffled sound indicating that he was
little children and perpetuate its unholy traversing the sandy stretch of road
existence by drawing the life blood from which led to the drive. Then came the
their jugular veins after it had throttled louder clatter as he struck the gravel
them. Bennett shuddered as he lis- section of the way and in an instant he
tened, but remained ready for action. shot madly from beneath the trees,
"Let's go over the lawn again, his rider urging him on with whip and
Steve," he said; "maybe there's some- spur. At the foot of the porch he
thing we can find." pulled up sharply, but even before he
But examination of the tracks of the did so, Bennett had exclaimed in sur-
night before revealed nothing. In fact, prise :
"I know that," responded tlie re- you can load them so qmckly."
porter qtiietly, and he related his ex- "Then I'll take the shotgun," said
perience of the night before. The Bennett.
sheriff's face grew even graver as he "Come on. Ham," ordered the sheriff
proceeded. restlessly. "Let's be goin'. I'm tum-
"Are you svire you hit the face?" he in' south," he said to Brady, "and if
said at length. you want Hamto lead your other horses
"Well, I can't be certain," said along •^'ith us, we can put them up at
Brady, "but anything creeping up the Blagdon's down the road. I've got to
steps would naturaU}'^ keep to one side go this||_way, where it's settled, and I
so as to avoid being seen from within. can swear in some more deputies."
This countenance peered at me just Brady eagerh* welcomed this propo-
from the lower comer of the pane there. sition. It saved him the trouble of
And you can see where the glass is leading the horses with him, and he
broken. But I'U admit that my nerves aided Beimett in t^^ing their halters
—
were a bit shaken still. I don't see together so they could be taken away.
how I could have missed." He kept his own horse, reflecting that
For several minutes the sheriff sat, the gray, although laz}*, had still
with scowling brow, thoughtfully de- shown sttirdy and lasting qualities
bating the question. Then he spoke which might prove of value later on.
.with decision. But even the pang with which he had
"It's best for you to come^with us, seen the auto containing his friends
[Steve, or join the deputies five or six speed away was not equal to that which
[miles up north here. I'm goin' to he felt when he saw Bennett and the
[rouse the whole district. We'll send a sheriff disappear with the horses arovmd
[line of deputies beating the woods in the bend of the road, the sheriff's last
[one direction and another hne down to shouted injunction being:
[meet them from the other way. You "You ought to get out of here as
[can go with which you choose. But quick as you can; an' I wish you'd stop
>you can't hang around here." up the road and tell the Chinks the
Brady thought for an instant. same thing. I've got no time to go
"I'll keep one horse," he said, "and up there right now."
join the party to the north. This Brady nodded assent and the next
creature, whatever it is, ought to flee moment he was absolutely alone. It
away from civilization. It's more was the first time in his life, he re-
likelv to run toward our end of the flected, that he could say that. And
trap'" yet, but a few days before, he had been
"Maybe said the sheriff im-
so," in the very centre of the throbbing
patiently. "Do
as you please. But heart of a great city where the word
I'd advise you to pull out right away. solitude was tmknown. There is some
We don't know what kind of a deal thing about an absolutely deserted
this is we're handling. Here comes hovise. or one that has even just recenth
Ham, now." been left empty, that brings a feeling
The deputy came cantering around of depression to anyone who may be
the comer of the house with a grim forced to pass his time therein. So,
light of determination in his eye. when Brady made his last tour of the
"Steve," he called, "are you going to premises, to see that no matches were
take any ofthem guns with you?" lying about which mice might nibble,
"You can take either the shotgvm or he had to confess to himself that he was
rifle,"answered the reporter. "I kept nervous. When he finally shut the
both the automatics, and the party in door behind him with a bang, locking it
the car all have their weapons but — and picking his saddle from the porch,
they counted on coming back here, so he felt a sense of distinct relief. And
left the two gtms. I kept Thompson's when he was mounted and had his
automatic and he took my revolver. horse's head turned away from the
Emmett has left his camera in here, place, he pulled the animal up for just
too. I kept the automatics because one final glance about the premises.
35() THE SCARLET STRAND
How lovely it was, he reflected, pay any attention to his warning,
or
and yet,how the associations made it he did not know. He thought prob
a sight hateful to him! The sun shone ably he would not. Still, that vvas his
as brilliantly as ever, the lake broke own afl^air, he reflected with a shrug,
on the beach below with the same con- and turned his horse down the path
tinuous sound, the whitecaps showing which Morton and he had taken on the
sparklingly all over its surface, with occasion of the visit to the house.
here and there a gull flashing its white At this point the main road was
wing far below him; the tall pines nearly one half mile from the lake.
swayed and their breath came to his For the first quarter nule the road lay
nostrils as strongly as ever; but over through woods like those he had just
it all now hung a kind of indefinable been traversing. Then came a tract
poison. He glanced toward the row of dense shrubbery, through which he
of silvery birch trees and reflected that rode carefully, keeping one hand on his
in their very shadowy even now, could automatic. Then, with the suddenness
be found the trace of some foul Thing of drawing a curtain, he rounded a
whose presence had changed this beauty curve and passed through a stretch
spot of earth into a loathsome nest to be where the shrubbery, low and stunted,
avoided. And with an exclamation reaching barely to his horse's shoulder,
of relief, he turned his horse down the did not obstruct his view of the house.
drive and cantered away from the scene. Beyond this again came another
On account of thvi intention of Thomp- stretch of dense woods and then the
son and Emmett to return, he had left gate which led to the open fields.
Emmett's camera and some of his Brady looked carefully at the house as
other belongings behind. His own he crossed the open space, but not a
suit case was also in the house. He had living creature was near it. Far on
decided to leave the rifle behind, pre- the other side of the field could be seen
ferring to trust to the automatics, in a figure mounted on horseback, riding
case need arose for a weapon. And slovvly towards the still more distant
into the upper pocket of his vest on pasture, evidently with the intention
either side he slipped an additional of driving in the covvs that were brows-
magazine, each containing eight car- ing there. By his flowing blue gar-
tridges. He had buttoned the flap ments, he recognized that this must be
of his left pocket to prevent the pistol the assistant of whom the American-
from jolting out. But he kept the ized Chinaman had spoken. No more
other open and the weapon read}^ to peaceful scene could have been im-
hand. agined, and the reporter smiled at his
Once he had reached the highroad, own fears as he rode through the last
however, these precautions seemed stretch of woods, unlatched the gate
absurd. The supreme beauty of the by bending from his saddle, and rode
day, the fact that he was well off the toward the house, the gate closing
grounds where so much that was after him with a low click.
hideous had occurred, and all his sur- On
the side of the house toward
roundings, in fact, made it seem im- which he vvas riding not even a blind
possible that there could be death was drawn. So he d-termined, in-
lurking near. Moreover, he noted stead of approaching the rear door
with satisfaction that the woods were where he and Morton had first con-
open for a mile or more, afl^ording no versed with the Chinaman, that he
place of concealment — in strong con- would ride to the front door and
trast to the tangle of forest about the knock. So he proceeded at a slow
place he had just quitted. So it was walk, the feet of his plodding mount
with relief that he settled himself to making no noise in the sand, and sud-
enjoy the ride and eased his horse to a denly turned the corner of the dwelling
quiet gait. His first mission was to -
—
and in that one instant he under-
inform the Chinaman of the danger in stood. Even before he saw the face of
the neighborhood. Whether the bland- the Chinaman light up in hideous rage
ly smiling Celestial would believe him, and noticed the \vild spring he made for
"now for god's sake, old man, tell what happened, "
SAID THOMPSON
the interior of the house, the reporter a leap. So he struck in his spurs once
lad wheeled his horse, driving the spurs more and sent him straight at the frail
^in until the animal plunged madly in a wooden pickets. There was a crash, a
gallop and headed straight for the gate splintering of wood, a momentary
by which he had come. It was a ride stumbling of his horse from the shock
of many yards across the open space — and he was flying down the wooded
and he did not pause to glance at what section of the path with another bullet
was raising the uncanny howls behind cutting the leaves just above his head.
him but drew his automatic and bent It was only a furlong to the open
low over the horse's neck, watching space, to cross which and gain the
over his shoulder for the 'Chinaman to woods near the main road it would be
appear. And as he rode he kept spur- necessar}' to expose himself to the view
ring his horse till the frantic beast put of the house. But he did not hesitate.
down its head and strained every To trust to concealment where he was
muscle in its stride. would be to invite certain death.
There was the banging sound of a Short as the distance was he had to
door torn hurriedly open and the China- cover, he saw his only hope mapped out
man appeared on the back porch, before him as if thro^^'n on a lantern
bearing a rifle. Brady saw him stoop, slide. That was, to gain the denser
rest the rifle on the rail, and saw a faint woods, further on, where his automatics
puff of vapor come from the muzzle might prove as effective as a rifle at
as the sharp whine of the bullet short range, and where he might find
—
sounded past his ear and he pressed a hiding place in the dense brush until
the trigger of his automatic and sent a night enabled him to escape for he —
splutter of bullets back in the direction knew that if the Chinaman gave pur-
of his assailant. He was at the gate suit his own horse had not the speed
now. but there was no time to bend and to escape with him. All this passed
—
open it and he knew the clumsy through his brain in an instant, and
animal he rode could never clear it in at the thought of his comrades, a great
357
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SEMI-RIGID GR!
1DID not know that I was in motion. any sense of rising. We were alone
The sensation was one of being and alive over a concave and elastic
stationary, while the earth dropped world, hanging from a round, fixed
away below me. As the balloon rim.
travelled steadily with the breeze and It was in Frankfort-on- the- Main, and
I looked over the edge of the basket, I was nineteen years old. I had but
it seemed as though an immense and then entered on the engineering course
variegated carpet was being dragged in my college, and was having my
over the surface of a vast concavity. initial view of the great globe I had
When a twist of air caused us to veer been taught so much about, and many
or turn round a few times, the concavity of whose secrets I knew. The balloon
Avith its wonderful pattern of fields was a captive, with a limit of fifteen
and towns, roads and trees and houses, hundred skyward feet. The trip did
—
were seeming to be revolved not us. not last long, but when the horizon
And as we went higher, the concavity had lowered to its accustomed level
appeared to descend until men were like and the surface once more become flat,
mites, and the towns and houses, trees I stepped out of the car with a new idea.
and hills, dwarfed into a toy-like ex- That idea I have followed ever since
panse of beautiful scenery. No sound the idea of aerial navigation. It was
came to us then. The city and the a most awakening experience, which
great crowd that had gathered in it has shaped my course in life.
had motion, but no voice. And always Air navigation excites at present
the horizon, the rim of the concavity, the warmest interest of the entire
remained level with my eyes. The civilized world, because it means the
hollow seemed depressible, but its abandonment of one of our oldest
edge rose with us. Not that we had —
traditional beliefs that we are chained
359
;
people, often heightened to thrills of scoff always ready for those who pro-
delightful dread when an appearance pose bold departures. Once I knew
of risk came into play. a skilled mechanic who declared the
I remember one old fellow who tried turbine engine an impossibility. I
-ain and nerves, for equilibration, but incidentally for passenger traffic
must not depend upon power alone and advertising service in commercial
.
lor the means of sustension and move- enterprises.
! ment. The lighter than air machines possess
It must be safe, for the sake of human not one of the requirements I have
e. It must have levitative power enumerated as being primarily essen-
rncient to make it useful in carn,'ing tial to ever}'day usefulness in commerce
)ple and goods from any one point and travel. I need not go into any
any other point orseries of points argument to establish that point,
a rate of travel (within its
-vsired, at since in view of their construction,
limit of speed) absolutely at the con- histor}^ and performances, the argu-
trol of its pilot. And it must alight ment presents itself, of itself, with un-
like a bird. answerable force. It is not implied
Such a vessel we have not yet, but it by this that we owe them nothing;
ill That is one of the things
come. for in truth we owe them much, because
I made certain by universal desire, by they have brought forward many
j
the intense purpose which animates features that are fundamental and
the minds and the labor of so many sound. The deflecting plane, the rud-
I
hundreds of the ablest men who grace der, and several other items developed
and accelerate the progress of this age. by their inventors will be found in the
At the present time there are two ultimate vessel when the ultimate
types of airships partly developed: vessel arrives.
'the heavier than air machines, as built The other type, the dirigible balloon,
jby the Wrights and several others has advanced far in respect of con-
jon this side and in France, and the struction. The major part of this
advance has been accomplished in
Germany, where there are now three
distinct groups in operation: the rigid,
or Zeppelin type; the semi-rigid, or
Gross type; and the non-rigid, or Parse-
val type. Of the three, the Parseval
type appears to me to show the farthest
advance toward a commercially prac-
tical vessel.
In this article cannot go into de-
I
nor do I think they
tails of description,
would interest other than engineers
or people educated in scientific mechan-
ics. But I can say at least that in
dirigibles we have come to a place
Parseval pa( kei) fcik shipment from which we can figure the where-
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362 BEING A BIRD-MAN
about of the ultimate vessel below our covered it and recognized the tre-
present horizon. So much has been mendous significance of the basic com-
done that the rest will simply have to bination of mechanical elements he
follow. Let me explain just what I had brought together, it was com-
mean by that. mercialized at once. The quadruple
No important invention ever yet magazine 1911 type of machine is the
was finally completed by the original result of the work of an enormous
inventor. The reason why so much brood of geniuses evoked by the sheer
money is patents" is that
"lost in fascination its earlier weaknesses cre-
backers have permitted inventors to ated among those who used it. It is
go on perfecting their work long after used all over the world now, and
the basic and valuable invention had Mergenthaler died rich.
completed itself. There you have three histories of
On
the other hand, the really suc- inventions that prefigure the inevit-
cessful inventions have been commer- able development of the ultimate air-
cialized just as soon as they would do ship. In my opinion we have in the
the work for which they were intended, German Parseval machine the first
no matter how clumsily. In this workable model from which that ul-
latter case, swarms of other men see timate vessel will evolve, no matter
and make improvements, and keep at through what means, nor at whose
it until perfection is attained. hands. It is already available com-
Take three instances: If Cyrus Mc- mercially. The rest will come, and
Cormick had held back his reaper that right soon.
until it had been brought up to its It cannot come too soon. world A
present state, it never would have been demand for it exists and must be met.
brought up or brought out at all. The true airship will be a servant of
As soon as he had a machine that would art and aesthetics as well as of com-
work, he began to make and sell it. merce, just as the marine engine is
The rest came of itself, and could not when it moves luxurious, private
have been headed off. yachts, or great merchant ships.
If John Stephenson had held back No one who has not experienced it
his locomotive until the development can realize the pure and deep pleasure
of our mountain climbers, we would of sailing the air. You see the world
have had no mountain climbers. We that is your home in new aspects of
might never have had a railway train. greater beauty than is possible in any
When he had built an engine that view of it from a position fixed on the
would haul a train of coaches, he surface, or on the side of even the
brought it out. Hence our marvelous loftiest mountain. It is wonderful to
space annihilating railway service, the watch the ground travel beneath you,
union of the ends of the earth, and a to feel so strange a quiet and such a
civilization so highly developed that calm sense of safety even at the greatest
it makes one dizzy to consider it too speeds; to see the shadow of your
deeply, or for very long at one time. vessel traveling —
below you in the late
The mogul engine now daily visible afternoon maybe a mile behind you
and unregarded contains Stephenson's and watch it veer and vary as your
invention in its heart, but Stephenson vessel does, declaring in every move-
did not perfect it. He's dead, and ment the strange truth that you are
they are still improving the thing he moving in space, free from all contact
did. with the earth other than the at-
If Ottmar Mergenthaler had been mosphere surrounding it, held to it
permitted to do all he thought re- only by a diminished gravitative at-
mained to be done with the linotype traction. There is cKhilaration an^
invention, he would have been fiddling delight, without danger —
and you nevei
around in his little shop in Balti- weary of its repetition.
riore to the day of his death, and I have made many flights and par-
:/e wouldnot have had our great ticipated in many events that have been
daily newspapers. When Eaton dis- watched by the nations, but I hope I
SUNSET HILL 36*!
SUNSET HILL
BY SARA HAMILTON BIRCHALL
O YOUTH
To >
has gone across the
find the evening star,
x\long the windy pasture lands,
hill
By Frank Houghton
Drawings by G. O. Longabaugh
For all things pass away and become a teeth. He smiled in response, and
mere tale, and coyn^lete obiiion soon without thinking, said in his own
buries them. — Marcus Aurelius. language:
"What are you doing here?"
GEORGE KING uas as mad as the To his intense surprise she replied
average Englishman, the Esqui- to him in good English:
maux
decided. And perhaps "I was walking, I saw this in your
that might account for his spend- trap and was bringing it to yon."
ing an autumn camped with several of "Yoa speak English!" he exclaimed.
the tribe in a belt of timber growing A sudden wave of shyness passed
along the Ark-i-lin-ik river in the over her, the hot blood dyed her cheeks
north. and she faced him in silence, fidgeting
As winter approached, a family \,ith the dead hare.
joined them, a family consisting of a From an Esquimaux standpoint she
tnan and his wife with a daughtei of was well, nay, handsomely, dressed.
about nineteen and a boy perhaps two vShe wore a closely-fitting skirt of
years younger. The girl at once at- caribou skin, tanned almost to the
tracted King's attention. She was whiteness of snow, finely embroidered
much fairer than most Esquimaux with beads. By way of skirts, very
women, her coloring being unusually loosely fitting trousers reached to
fine, her eyes brown rather than black, her ankles; while on her feet, which
and her eye-brows delicately arched. were small and well shaped, -^ere a
Her figure was tall and slight, her pair of exquisitely worked moccasins,
j
hands and feet finely formed. Alto- Circling her forehead, in her heavy
gether, King found her distinctly hand- black hair was a band of gleaming
some, among a race whose women ran brass, polished unt^ it shone like gold.
to fatness, pig-eyes and dirt. "Yes," she replied at length, "I
speak English very well; my father
j
denly upon her, bending over one of father died, my mother took another
his traps. At the sound of his ap- man, she is an Esquimau again."
proach she sprang erect and faced him, "You have no man?" Of a suddt:
a dead hare dangling by the hind he felt a strong interest in her reply.
feet from one hand. Her appear- "Ah, no, my mother wants a big}
price for me, no man in the tribe can
'
met his eye calmly, flashing a quick stricken with gravity. "I am afrai
smile at him and disclosing as she did it is too much, and I will never have
so a set of white and perfectly even
364
FRANK HOUGHTON 365
King drew a package of cigarettes glance at him, she noted his handsome
from his pocket and handed her one. face, his ruddy color, his fair clustering
She looked at it a moment, then at hair which curled a little about his
him. He explained its use to her and white brow; his blue, blue English
struck a match. eyes. She told herself that he was a
"Oh," she exclaimed, then Hghted it ver}' prett}' man, much prettier than
and smoked. that other. She had seated herself
"Of course," said King, "you learned upon a log and smoked in silence for a
English from your father?" time. Suddenly she rose to her feet.
She blew a cloud of smoke from her "I must go back to the tupec," she
v.U red lips and with half closed eyes said, adding: "Goodbye, Englishman."
atched it lazily. So they separated, he continuing on
"Yes," she replied; "I was fifteen the round of his snares.
ears old when he died. I was with Until he met her again, three days
Im always, he was the dear, lovely later, she was seldom absent from his
Ian. My mother speaks English, too. thoughts. After that they met daily
It not as I do. It is my tongue."^ and she always called him
for a time,
"Where are you all going to now?" Englishman and seemed pleased to
"I do not know." She paused a see him.
jment, and then added: "We will Then came a driving storm, lasting
mt the caribou and musk-ox, that is three days. was bitterly cold and
It
that Esquimaux do, and live in the draughty in the deer-skin lodges.
lu." He was told that they would build the
"Would you rather live in a wooden iglus when the storm abated.
)use like those at Fort Churchill?" On the morning of the third day,
"Of course, with a stove, and bread with several packages of cigarettes in
eat, and tea and tobacco. There his pocket he walked over to the girl's
Iras man there that said he
a white camp. Their dogs, five great huskies,
irould buy me. He was ver\' pretty. bayed savagely at his approach. An
[e kissed me a good deal." She Esquimaux woman, at the noise, put
.locked the ash off her cigarette with her head out, grinned, and in English
frowning thoughtfully,
it little finger, told him to come in. In the centre
then continued: "I like the way of the lodge the usual fire burned, over
—
Englishmen kiss, it is oh, it is lovely!
— which, suspended on a notched stick,
It makes you feel so good, as though hung a blackened pail. The girl was
as though you could cr-r-r-rush them." engaged in embroidering a design in
She looked at him and smiled linger- silk on a white caribou skin. The
inglv, entrancingly. King noticed father and son were both absent.
that she did not blush. She spoke Seating himself he produced his cigar-
evenly, natiirally, without the smallest ettes, and when they were all smoking
hint of coquetr\- in her tones. Some he addressed the girl.
times even yet she felt a sorrow creep- "W^hat is your name?"
ing over her, chilling her heart, when "Mary," she replied; "and yours?"
she thought of that other Englishman. "George King."
It was too cruel that he had never "George King," she repeated after
bought her. If he had she might have him, then put a question. "What are
had something to care for, perhaps, to vou doing here, in this countrv, George
cheer her, to drive the loneliness away king?"
366 THE PRICE HE PAID
"I came to see your people, to trade "Yes," she replied, "I will come with
with them, and hunt the musk-ox and you, George King."
caribou." She dwelt on his name, drawling it
"Trade?" she repeated interroga- a little. Bidding them good-day he
tively, t'f,] left. The following morning broke
"A he replied, "but I like
little," clear and calm. He had finished his
hunting better." breakfast and was smoking when the
"You must be a rich man?" lodge door was pulled aside, and Mary's
King laughed, shaking his head. face appeared.
"Oh, yes," she insisted. "All Eng- "If you are going to shoot birds,
lishmen who come here are very rich. come; I will wait here."
That one I knew at Churchill, oh, he In a few moments he joined her.
was rich. He had three pair of blankets, All morning they tramped through the
a rifle, much tobacco, and he drank timber. The birds were plentiful and
tea every day." she carried the bag. They had their
Her mother, stout, middle-aged, luncheon and cigarettes in a thick
supremely ugly, sat on the far side of clump of second growth spruce, a
the lodge, smoking and watching them. cheery fire blazing.
"How many women do you keep?" The week that followed he was with
was her next somewhat embarrassing her every day. Once while seated by
question. his fire smoking, he heard the sound of
"I have no wives," he replied gravely. approaching steps. They halted at
"In my country we generally find one his door, which was immediately pulled
as many as we can manage." aside and Mary entered. His blankets,
The older woman took the cigarette in a long roll vvith caribou skins over
from her mouth, looked at her daughter them, made a low seat; he pointed to
and laughed; then she said something them, telling her to sit down. In
to her quickly in Esquimau and they silence she obeyed him.
both laughed. The girl questioned He stirred up his fire, putting more
him again. wood upon it. Then, standing with
"Are you going to build a post?" his back to it, he handed her cigarettes
"No," he replied, "I am going to and began talking. He noted her
hunt", adding, "will you, your mother unusual embarrassment. Only Esqui-
and your father, hunt with me ? I will mau women who were married went
pay you." to their husbands' lodges. Her former j
She did not answer him at once, but conversation, when she told him of her
spoke again with her mother. Then fondness for Englishmen, recurred to j
who can speak my tongue." more desirable. Again she looked at'
Again she spoke to her mother, and him. a trouble in her eyes; then she
again the two women laughed. spoke.
"You will give us plenty of tobacco, "I have brought you a book: it was
tea and needles?" my father's. He told me all English-]
"Plenty, plenty," the man nodded. men read books."
She spoke again to her mother, "A book^" he exclaimed.
finally promising their decision the She nodded, handing him a httle.i
next day. He rose to his feet. old, worn volume. He opened itj
"I am going to shoot ptarmigan curiously. It was a copy of Marcusj
when the storm is over. Will you come Aurelius. On the fly-leaf, in small:
with me^" neat handwriting, was the inscription!
She smiled lingeringly, blushing. "Charles E. Rothsay, Magdalen Col-!
: —
FRANK HOUGHTON 367
lege, Cambridge," and the date "17th was soft, beautiful. I have another
November, l>i7fi." In looking through —
book it is a fat book. I will bring it
the book he noticed a passage scored to you some day it is all about a man
;
with a pencil, which ran who lived long ago and did wonderful
"Soon, very soon, thou wilt be ashes things; his name was Jesus Christ!
of a skeleton, and either a name or not It is all true. Father said so. He
even a name; but a name is sound and read it to me always before I went to
echo. And the things which are much sleep."
ilued in life are empty and rotten and "It was the Bible, Mar}^"
.rifling." "The Bible? Yes,
He read the para- that was it. Have
graph slowly, the you read the Bi-
pathos of the pro- ble?"
phecy striking him. "I am afraid not
"Charles Rothsay," all of it," he smiled
'
mely man? Was he, too, to find the that, too, is beautiful; but, George,
alued things of his life "empty and I do not like my skin —
it is too brown;
rotten and trifling"? I think, too, I am too thin. Alas! I
Mary had risen and stood before him. am afraid no man will buy me; my
fer arms were bare to the elbow, mother wants too much."
-lunded, beautifully shaped arms; the "Do not despair, Mary. Some day
"
ngers were supple and slender. He the man may come
lanced up from the volume he held. "Do you think so, George?" She
"May read it, Mar>^?"
I spoke more- hopefully again a mourn- ;
"Oi course, George." Her smile was ful note crept into her voice. "I do
rave; then she spoke again. "Father not know. Sometimes I think my
ad it often. He loved it, he read it beauty is not of the kind admired b\
loud to me; I too, loved his voice it — Esquimaux. I am not fat."
:
ally happy. Time, everything was "Of course, George," she replied.
forgotten until the fire died down and Her reading had been a pleasant sur-
the air grew chilly. The man rose to prise to him, for although she read in
his feet, and for the first time since that labored, halting fashion, it was mud
rapturous embrace he spoke to her, better than he had expected, v/hile tlv
knowing what he said. pleasure she showed at his satisfactio:
"I will pay the price." As he spoke touched him.
his face grew grave. Though he said nothing about hi.s
'MARY MARV: I CAN SEE THE GLOW OF THE LIGHT; AM 1 TO
GET MY SIGHT AGAIN?"
370 THE PRICE HE PAID
failing eyesight to her, he thought of it threw out her hands in a quick gesture
a great deal. that spoke volumes.
At length there was a move made by "If the woman does not care for the
the Esquimaux for the open country, man?"
King and Mary accompanying them, "Ah, she leaves him."
and the following month they hunted "Horrible!" exclaimed King with
musk-ox and caribou, killing only five a shudder, looking out across the deso-
of the former, but any number of the late white waste.
latter. Another week passed. His eyes were
Towards the end of the month King much worse and sometimes he stum-
received a shock. It was during one of bled as he walked. The woman noticed
the frequent spells for a smoke, while it and remarked. The man merelv
seated on his loaded sleigh, he drew the
Marcus Aurelius from his pocket and
opened it. The printing was a blur
and he could not determine a word.
He rubbed his eyes and tried again,
with a like result. An hour later he
had a shot at a caribou standing broad-
side on at about seventy paces. He
had much difficulty in seeing the sights,
and fired, missing it clean.
He realized his position then. He was
about one thousand miles from the
outskirts of civiHzation with a horde of
savages, and his sight was going. It
would be hard to conceive of anything
more awful. He looked about him to
where the snow and sky met on the
horizon; then at the nearer objects,
the Esquimaux, their dogs and sleighs.
The former, grouped together, were
watching him and laughing at his un-
accountable miss. He had always
been a fair shot. :d%|
in sombre silence. He had noticed infirmity tied his tongue. She guessed
that the sick or old were never with his trouble; her eyes, with a world of
the tribe. The thought made him devotion in their depths, were ever on
reflect and he spoke to the woman by his face.
his side. He never now attempted to shoot,
me," he enquired, "are the
"Tell but always gave the rifle to the woman.
men and women of your tribe never The deer had become to him but mov-
ill?" ing shadows on an illimitable white
"Sometimes," she replied. field. Another three da^^s passed, and
"What is done with them?" on a morning in the iglu the man
"They stay in their iglu or lodge. awakened, blind! Their bed, as is
If it is the woman the man gets meat the custom, was on a raised, broad
for her, and if the man is sick the snow-bench, running along one inner
woman hunts." side, covered with caribou skins.
"If one dies?" Mary had risen and was moving
She laughed. "Oh, the other fol- about. King sat up, hearing her but
lows the trail, perhaps he dies." She unable to see her. Instinctively he
FRANK HOUGHTON 371
passed his hand aboat his eyes. For present. A -.'oice told them that it
an instant he did not reaHze the full was time to start. She
replied, telling
horror of his position. Then suddenly, him to wait a moment for her. She
with the devilish cruelty of a blow, pressed her dear one back upon the
the realization struck him. He threw couch and, saying she would be back-
himself face do'utiwards on the rough immediately, left him. She found all
hides and blankets, and gripping the sleighs loaded, their dogs loitering
them with his hands he moaned. about unharnessed. She spoke to the
The woman, his woman, was beside others, telling them what had hap-
him in an instant. Bending over pened. She told them to go on, that
him she placed her soft arms about she would follow with her man. One,
his neck. a man who had always wanted her for
a second "s\ife, spoke to her, laughing;
the others standing near heard him
and laughed, too.
"Come," he said. "Vour man is
done, he is no good. I am a great
hunter; come vith me. Flower-face."
He laid his hand upon her arm as he
spoke. She broke from him, catching
her breath, her eyes blazing.
! "Dog!" she cried, a biting fun.* in
her tones, drawing a revolver from her
belt. "Dare to touch me and you die.
I come vvith you! Know this, Opoloc-
toc, T would cut your heart out while
you slept beside me."
Their laughter ceased and they looked
at her. Turning, she walked back to
her own iglu and a moment later
she was with her beloved. Again she
held him to her in a gust of savage
tenderness. During the month that
followed she was ever}-thing to him,
both hands and eyes. There was
nothing she would allow him to do if
she could do it. Despite her queer
wild blood she showed herself to be one
"George, dear George, what is it, to whom God had vouchsafed those
i
darling? Tell me." divine gifts, sympath}'-, tenderness and
"It is only a little thing. Mar}'," he love in their highest sense. She had
*said; "a very little thing. God has to do now as those women she had told
stricken me with blindness, and I can- him of did for their sick husbands;
not even see you, my Mar\'." He she had to get food for him. She
bowed his head, covering his face with proved herself to be a most capable
his hands. Shv. sat by his side and provider and an excellent shot, while
drew his face to hers, covering it v\ith at skinning and cutting up a caribou
kisses. She murmureti love and sweet- she was as good as any man. The great
est sympatiiy to him. love she bore King was leaving its
"George, my own George, you must impress upon her. She was a grave
be brave, i shall be your eyes, dearest woman now, with the vital things of
one." Her words were smothered in her life to perplex her, but that gravity
caresses. She pressed him to her soft only seemed to heighten her beauty.
heart. How long they remained locked Once while htmting caribou she was
in a passionate embrace neither kne"w^ delayed about four hours. To the lonely
Asound,thecrunchingof snow just out- man, with only his gloomy thoughts
side the door, recalled them to the for company, the time had seemed very
.
racked the waiting man. Suddenly a again to see the miisk-ox trail past
dog barked. He crawled outside again. slowly, or the great herds of caribou?
His ear, quickened by his blindness, No, George; T do not think I would like
heard the creaking of snow. to leave my country. But you do not
"Mary!" he shouted, and a moment think of going?"
later he crushed her in his arms. He looked towards her for a moment
"Thank God!" he exclaimed, and in silence, then replied
again, "thank God! thank God!" "No, Mary, I do not think of going."
She had killed a caribou nearly A month passed, and every day his
fifteen miles away and had packed a sight improved, and on a morning the
great load of the meat back to their great change came quickly. He Avas
iglu. He lifted the load, then spoke awakened as usual by the woman
to her seriously, trying to put sternness moving about. He opened his eyes and
in his voice. —he could see again. For a moment
"Mary, it is too heavy a load. I will he sat in silence watching the woman.
not allow you to carry such loads for Then he spoke.
a useless creature like me." "Mary," he said very quietly, "the
She turned and looked at him a Christian God has not forgotten me, I
moment, a curiously beautiful smile think."
about her lips, an added softness in She turned towards him, the ex-
her deep eyes. Then she laughed a pression on his face riveting her atten-
little, a full rich laugh. He had not tion. She stood a moment looking at
heard her laugh for days. him, and then she knew. She fell upon
Another month passed on, and on a her knees. Her hands, locked together,
morning the woman lit a candle, one were extended at arms' length before
of the few remaining ones that King her as though she prayed.
had brought into that wild land. The "George, dear George," she cried.
man, uttering an exclamation, sat up. Then, swaying, she fell forward on his
"Mary, Mary! Oh, my dearest, I knees and wept.
can see the glow of light like a white ^
;fs * * *
shadow.pjTOh, God! am I to get my The following spring saw them again
sight again ?"^ He became more and in the timber on the shores of the
VICTORY 373
Ark-i-lin ik. King's eyes were nearly She laughed a little, but her laugh-
as well as they had ever been. ter ended in a sob. He drew her
Towards the middle of July two to him.
canoes landed opposite their lodge. "George, dearest, that God of yours
They were manned by white men. has been too good to me. I am so
For three days they camped there. happy George."
The man in charge of the party, a "He has been very good to both of
geological surveyor in the employ of us," the man replied.
the Canadian Government, did his The day came when the white men
best to persuade King to return with had to leave. King walked to the shore
him, telling him he was wasting his life. with them. The surveyor again tried
Once Mary heard them talking. That to persuade him
night she spoke to him. . "You had better change your mind,
"George, you must go back. This is before it is too late, and come." King
not the life for you,' she said. shook his head.
"Will you come back with me?" "Xo," he replied, "I think I cannot
She looked at him a moment and go just now." Then they shook hands
hook her head. King stood with Mary and watched the
"No, dear," she said, "I love you too canoes out of sight. Then, hand in
well to do you such an injury." hand, they walked back to their lodge
"Mary," he said solemnly, taking her while through the gnarled spruce
md in his, "on God's green earth stems there stole a shaft of golden
lere is no one like vou, mv Mar\^" sunlight.
VICTORY
BY MARY WHEELWRIGHT
THIS is his shield, deep dinted,
These are his knightly spurs;
Strife in each marring hinted,
Death in yon cut broad-printed -
By Currie Love
runs the lilting refrain of one of do?" Are you amusing, interesting
SO and Blanche Ring's joyous
in its cheeriness, its note
songs, and a "good head"? "If so, come on in,
the water's fine."
of blithe camaraderie, and its Calgary, which might be called the
atmosphere of unquestioning welcome, capital of the middle west, since it is
it might be adopted as the slogan of the the largest and most important city
west, where nobody asks, "What did between Winnipeg and Vancouver, is
your father do?" but "What can you in that state of progress! ven ess where
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the many young friends of her sons. During tournament week in August,
The Calgary Tennis Club is one of the tennis players from all over the pro-
most flourishing organizations devoted vince competed for the provincial
to out-of-doors sports. It is particu- championship events, and the local
larly well patronized by the English set, hostesses gave dances, teas, theatrj-
and the excellent courts are the rendez- parties and motor-rides for the visitors.
vous of manv well known young people. Miss Griffith was one of the hard-work-
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1
ing members of the entertainment com- Musical and literary women are not
mittee, and her car was always at the lacking. The dailynewspapers devote
disposal of the visiting players. Mrs. a great deal of space to women's work,
Dudley Smith, of Calgary, an excellent and each has a clever woman \mter on
violiniste, won the ladies' championship its staff. There are a number of women
of the Province. graduates of British, American and
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380 THE GLAD HAND WEST
the Royal Academy in London, is one
of the foremost singers of the city, and
her pupils have taken an enviable posi-
tion in the musical world of the Pro-
vince>s'Mrs. Annie Glen Broder, also
an Englishwoman, is a brilliant pianiste
whose musical compositions earned her
a personal invitation to the coronation
of King George and Queen Mary. Mrs.
(Judge) Winter is another accomplished
singer and clever actress, whose services
are always in demand for amateur
theatricals.
One of the comparatively new
woman's clubs in town is the Woman's
Canadian Club, which is numerically
the strongest in the city. This Club is
waging a war against tuberculosis, and
is conducting a vigorous campaign for
the construction of a sanitarium for
tubercular patients.
The Woman's Hospital Auxiliary
and the Girl's Hospital Aid are also
working to ameliorate the conditions
surrounding tubercular patients who
come to Sunny Alberta in the hope that
the clear, bracing air and high altitude
may restore them to health.
Mrs. Lowes is a frequent hostess at
the Golf Club; Mrs. and Miss Pinkham,
wife} and daughter of the Bishop of
Calgary, are prominent in philanthropic
work; Mrs. Grogan and Mrs. O' Sullivan,
both talented musicians and almost
inseparable companions, entertain at
smart dinners and teas; Mrs. Burns,
wife of Pat Burns, the cattle king,
opens her Thirteenth Avenue mansion
two or three times during the season
for formal entertaining. Many of the
younger hostesses content themselves
with afternoon cards, luncheons and
teas, but the round of gaieties never
ceases, and, as one exhausted debut-
ante gasped: "It seems to me I get
out of a luncheon frock only to change
MRS. PERCY BARTON
into an afternoon gown, and then hurry
home to change for the evening before
I have time to breather"
Canadian universities who are particu- Calgary society life is strenuous, and
larly energetic in club and charitable the roll of hostesses a long and gracious
work, and who are a strong factor in one. In this stronghold of the "glad
the work connected with the proposed hand west," the woman who bears her
Calgary University. credentials in her own personality is
certain of welcome.
[_£ Madame Ellis-Browne, a graduate of
The Game That He Lost
Wherein Highpockets Cost Happy His Last Two Bits,
By M. de Leon
AHORSE loped
that easy
at
down
gait so well
the street
known
found himself watching intently, eyes
half closed above the smoke. Yes,
to the western animal and that was a clever shot. He threw his
stopped in front of Malick's cigarette away and moved nearer the
[Pool Hall, where the sun beat down on table.
[the alkali dust between the young cot- "Jove!" in an undertone, as the Kid,
[tonwoods. The rider, dismounting, making another equally good play,
[threw the lines over a nearby post and cleared the table and looked up at the
[turned to get in out of the heat when tall man watching him.
|the clatter of hoofs and wheels caused "Let's play," remarked Highpockets.
lim to hesitate. A carriage rounded "Sure," agreed the Kid, his manner
[the comer and passed ver}- near, leav- a bit too agreeable. The boys started
ing him to blink in its dust; but he had betting. "There's my last two-bits,"
seen the two women — one a bit over- cried Happy Hooligan, "and it goes
fdone, the other cool and sweet in white. on old High."
"I sure am from the countn,^ to stare Outside it was hot and still and noise-
like that," he remarked. "That horse less except for an occasional clatter of
Was some mettlesome, though, and her Mexicans passing, or horse jogging by,
[eyes were— oh, racamos "
— He jerked his rider listless in the saddle.
papers and tobacco from his pocket and it was breathless. The squeak
Inside
entered the hall, his spurs clinking. as one of the men chalked his cue
The men, mostly cowboys, looked up seemed unusually loud, and one of the
as the man entered, one calling out boys got a dig in the ribs and a polite
loudly: "Here's old Highpockets now. request to "shut up" for whispering.
Come on, man, and back me up. This 'Through the hot afternoon the game
kid here offered me the belt when I told extended, the Kid playing just as bril-
him a few plain facts 'bout your game. liantly though erratically, the cowboy
Play, won't you?" steady and cool, never a move missing
Highpockets, so called because of the his gray eyes.
distance from the ground up to even The Kid missed the tie ball.
the lowest pocket, blinked some more "My last cent," said Happy in an
dust out of his eyes, inserted the now audibly sad whisper, and no one kicked
rolled cigarette between his strong white him.
teeth and looked at the speaker. The cowboy chalked his cue deliber-
"Thanks," he drawled. "Go on ately, drew it back for the final shot and
with your game, boys; I'll watch." — listened. A terrible clatter of wheels
The game continued. The Kid's and hoofs startled all. Highpockets
game was brilliant. Highpockets dropped his cue, cleared the space be-
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382 THE GAME THAT HE LOST
tween table and horse in short order, arms. Oh, Mary, child! Oh, what
jumped on and tore after the racing, has happened? Bring her here, please."
toppling buggy ahead, loosening the The voice, high pitched with anxiety,
long coil of rope at his side. brought the man's senses back to his
The town, suddenly come to life, present surroundings. He looked from
followed in carriages, wagons, on horse the carriage which had driven close to
or afoot; racing, running or walking him to the one from which the girl had
as the mood struck them, but all eyes been thrown. She had been alone,
intent upon the cloud of dust ahead then. He pulled himself together.
and the light rider and horse swaying "She is though badl\
allright, I think,
into it. shaken. That hat broke the fall."
"That sure is a mean horse," the He indicated the crushed crown of the
cowboy mused, between the storming sailor rakishly tipped over the soft
hoof-beats of his own mount "and the hair. "You best get her out of this
devil to pay if they strike that pink round-up."
tea of Mexicans. Consarn this dust!" Very gently he laid her on the car-
He lowered his head and spurred. riage seat. The sighed.
girl Opening
Gaining the side of the carriage, he her eyes she looked squarely into the
swung his rope deftly. The noose man's, and he knew he had never seen
dropped over the crazed animal's any so wonderfully deep and blue.
head and tightened. The horse set She smiled at his frown of anxiety and
back hard; the carriage lurched forward. tried to say something as the carriage
A white heap landed at the feet of the moved away.
cow-pony and rider. The cowboy raised his hand to his
The pony knew his business, he head and turned for his pony, which
must hold that snorting cayuse and had wandered oflF to nibble salt grass
yet keep from stepping on the white after being released from business that
thing at his feet. The man knew his, apparently bored him.
too, but he must have forgotten, or Happy, waiting his chance to help,
else knew and trusted his animal well, heard Highpockets mutter something
for he was standing in the dust, hat about things being badly scattered,
gone, looking down on the limp form, and ran off to catch up the horse.
oblivious to the followers, who fortu- Riding back, the stirrups dangling about
nately arrived in time to do that of a foot below his boots, he chuckled:
which the man appeared unconscious. "I still carry those two-bits, High.
He, a man of action, quick in the corral, Comin' in soon?"
stood looking down into the upturned "Sure am," replied the tall man,
face of the girl, unable to collect his and felt himself grow red under the
senses. Would she never open her tan as he swung himself into the saddle
eyes? He lifted her carefully. and loped off into the lengthening
"There she is in that tall man's shadows.
The Cad
By Samuel E. Kiser
N
<<m. it's If florid face
denly darkened and concentrated upon
got yourself into trouble run-
ning around with the hands,
—
her "if you do any talking, you get
it's your own fault, and you out of this mill, and your folks get out,
an't expect me to do anything about too. Hear me? Don't come around
It. Run along, now; I'm busy." here again."
"All right," said the girl dully. "I She nodded, and went, her feet drag-
ain't never expected nothin' else; ging. Howard Ralston shut down his
'tain't no use expectin' in the mill." desk, washed his hands scrupulously,
^he turned towards the door, a shabby, and putting on his top-coat shrugged
athetic little figure in her cheap the matter away. He was tired of the
oquetry of muslin and shoddy high- girl, and, besides, she might prove in-
eeled slippers. The manager of Mill convenient now that he was engaged
\'o.2 called her back. to Pauline Chester.
"And, Lilah," he said, "if you do any The Chester string of factories to
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384 THE CAD
which No. 2 belonged would be Pauline's and frowned a little. That episode
property when old Philip Chester died, was too new yet for himto come out
as well as sundry other valuable assets boldly for Pauline, andbesides, old
that her father had laid up for himself. Chester wouldn't stand for a penniless
She was the catch of the town, pretty son-in-law. As for Pauline, she swung
enough, spoiled, and vain, though with lightly to and fro, and mocked him.
a genuine affection for Howard Ralston "Fraidy-cat, fraidy-cat!" she sang
under her frothy ways. With the softly. "Always was a fraidy-cat."
usual freedom of a small city where His eyes sparkled, and he l-ent for-
everybody knows everybody else, Ral- ward. "I'm not a fraidy-cat, and you
ston had grown up with Pauline, know it. Want me to prove it?'"
played tennis with her, taken her to Some imp was at work in her to-
picnics, called on her, and now that night. She pushed the swing with a
she had come back from boarding- slippered toe and laughed.
school with marvelous frocks and a "I'm sure I don't care what you do.
chic way of wearing them that singled But I always did hate these northern
her out from the other girls, had de- men just off the ice. After you've
liberately gone in to win. Pauline was been south awhile you get thawed out
a good investment for the son of Widow — but, oh me! oh, my! it takes you a
Ralston, who had not a penny to his long time to melt."
name other than what he had earned She looked at him provokingly. He
for himself. was sure the coast was clear, and with
"Hello, Paul," he greeted her as he a sudden quick movement swept her
ran up the steps after supper. She into his arms and kissed her under
peeped over the edge of the hammock cover of the gathering dusk. Startled,
where she swung idly, and looked at she gave a subdued little scream and
him the kiss that she dared not give wriggled; and as he kissed her again, a
openly. It was needless to say that heavy step sounded upon the piazza.
the elder Chester knew nothing of his "What! W^hat's this?" Philip Ches-
superintendent's success with his ter demanded, as the two sprang apart.
daughter. "Look here, Ralston, I don't pay you
"Hello, Howard," she answered. to make love to my daughter; I pay
"You look sober." you to run my mill, and by Gad, sir,
"Let's hope I am,'.' he countered, I'll have you understand you aren't
you, yoiing man, I shotild have thought "Never mind who told me. What
a good deal better of you if you had I want to know is -am I?" —
come to me like a man in the first place —
"I -I don't know," she faltered, and
but since you have seen fit to suit your then passionately, "no, no, you aren't.
own convenience, I'll tell you, here and You're my boy, Howard; I've brought
now, that I won't have my daughter you up from a little tiny baby. You're
marry a damn English nobleman's mine, Howard. Don't look at me like
son who can't prove who his mother that."
was." "Cut out that bimk, mother," he
— —
"Nobleman English •" stammered said briefly. "I want facts. When did
Ralston, turning yellow. "Why, the you get me —-how —where—everything.
"
Ralstons Don't weep. This is business."
The mill owner cut swiftly across the She was afraid of Howard, and he
sentence. knew it. She choked back her sobs
"Ralston, hell!" he said. "Your and told him all she knew. He listened
name Ralston.
isn't You're old Sir to the end.
John Archer's natural son, as anybody "So it all depends upon this Annabel
who knew your father in England will Sowerby, this nurse-woman, whether
tell you. There's bad blood in you, I'm the son of Sir John and Lady Lucy,
young man, and your behaviour to- or the child of that girl who was in
ight proves it. Pauline, you go in; trouble, eh?" he said at last. "Haven't
rou're a fool. As for you, Ralston, you any trinket or token that might
rou stick to the mill. If I ever catch identify me?"
rou around my daughter again you'll She rose and went into the house,
low it." presently returning with a heavy, old-
Pauline made a movement to protest, fashioned locket set with pearls.
)ut he cut her short, and taking her "You had this around your neck
irm firmly, he led her into the house, when she brought you to my house,"
saving Ralston trying dazedly to ad- Mrs. Ralston told him. "I've never
just his ideas. had it out since."
There was nothing to do but make "H'm!" Howard Ralston examined
the best of it now, and after a few itcuriously. "This is like one Pauline
loments' ugly reflection, he went
—
has. —
Hers has a spring ah, I thought
irectly home. At least his mother so."
—
she was his mother must know the He had investigated with the point
truth of this preposterous story. He of a penknife, and the back of the dis-
^ould have it out of her. Ralston was colored lid flew open, revealing the in-
)f too cold a temperament to boil very scription, "John to Lucy, April four-
long over Chester's cavalier treatment teenth, 1862," and the faded portrait
)f himself, and before he was half-way of a young man wearing the extravag-
lome he was scheming some way of ant whiskers of the English sixties.
^cognition by Sir John Archer. "My respected pater, I suppose," he
"You're early, Howard," said Mrs. commented, holding it in the circle
Lalston, half rising from the porch of the porch light. "And there's
3cker. "Wasn't Pauline at home?" nothing in your stor}^ to show that Lady
He ignored the question. Lucy isn't my mother. Gee! Think
"Sit down," he said curtly. "I of all this business of the exchanged
rant to talk to you. Look here, what's babies and the locket coming true here
this story about " he lowered his in Seabrook. Thought things like
/oice with a glance around -"about — that never happened except in novels.
ly being Sir John Archer's son?" Guess I'll make a few things hum in the
She caught her breath sharply, and baronial halls of Sir John. How much
ler eyes filled with tears. did you get paid for your share in the
—
"Who who told you?" she mur- deal, eh?"
lured weakly, sinking back into the "Howard!"
chair. He laughed, not brutally or insolent-
,
"Well," he said ungraciously, "that Chester, I'm through with you and your
doesn't matter now, of course. You've father. You'll have to come to me on
brought me up in poverty, when I your knees before you get anything out
might have been rich enough to make of me again. I'm done, I tell you;
some of these people who've looked done; And after this, I'm Mr. Ralston
down so high-and-mighty come around to you. Good night."
and lick my boots. But that can't be He passed her with an impatient
helped. If you've told me every- brush that was almost a shove, and
thing, I'm going to bed." marched away. She stood looking
She nodded, and he went to his own after him, dumbfounded for a moment,
room, to lie awake and plan how he and then, leaning her face against the
might reinstate himself as the son of
Sir John Archer. ********
fence-rail gave way to hysterical tears.
All next day he sat smoking and "I transact all business for Sir John,
thinking in his office at the mill, giving Mr. Ralston."
a gruff ear to the foreman's occasional Howard Ralston took out his hand-
difficulties, and returning again to his kerchief and wiped his forehead. In
brooding. One thing was clear. He the month he had spent in England he
must go to England at once. There had been able to procure no incon-
would be sure to be some old gossips trovertible proof of his being Sir John's
who could tell him more than his son, and he had counted a good deal
mother knew, for she had left England on sentiment and an old man's weak-
almost as soon as she had taken him ness in this interview, on which he was
from Annabel, Lady Lucy's nurse. staking his future This well-groomed
.
"It is extremely private," he said definitely. Sir John's orders are very
reluctantly. "I do not think Sir John clear on this point." The secretary
rould care to have it handled by any- did not like Howard Ralston, and spoke
)ne but himself. Family affairs
•"
—— with finality.
"It is entirely impossible for you to Again Ralston hesitated. His money
;e Sir John at present," responded the was getting low, and he could not afford
icretary. "I am
quite conversant to wait indefinitely in England for an
^ith all Sir John's family affairs -I
— am interview that might never come. He
lyself an Archer —
and have his author- decided to take his chance.
ity to act for him in all matters. In "Did you ever see that locket?"
lort, you will have to transact your The secretary did not offer to take it.
iffairs with me, or postpone them in- "I have never had that pleasure."
387
388 THE CAD
"Will you open the back? Here is story, because she said she couldn't die
the spring." with it on her conscience. He thought
A flash of interest lighted Mr. it was of enough importance to put her
Archer's face as he examined the old confession in legal form, in case the
portrait and the inscription. He bogus heir should some day appear
glanced interrogatively at Ralston. You observe that the deposition is
will
"Twenty-nine years ago, on August entirely in form,and I shall be glad to
eighteenth, a woman named Annabel have you make any inquiries of Mr.
Sowerby brought me to the house of a Hardwick, the curate, or Mr. Fields,
Mrs. Ralston, at that time living on this our solicitor. The only lie in the case
estate, hinting that I was Lady Lucy's is that of poor old Sowerby and de '
OUTInto
of the land to eastward,
the wilder west,
For loss or for gain, with labour and pain,
Our brave forefathers pressed.
They had made the native a stranger,
Ere ever the fight was done —
But dearer, because of the danger,
They loved the land they won.
The farmer plants in April,
And prays for sun and rain
And if they fail, or frost, or hail
Cut down the ripened grain,
He will waste no time in sorrow-
Next year, he will pinch and strain,
He will buy, or beg, or borrow,
And plant as much again.
And the woman must toil and travail,
Labour without relief
And if, some ill befall.
with it all,
lAWNY Autumn is here. The val- faded from his waistcoat, and the little
leys lie "WTeathed in faint blue mother bird looking a trifle passee, but
mists. The woods have not yet ven.' happy and proud of the cheery
begun to thin, though the first soldiers of fortune she helped to chip
javes are fluttering to the ground. The out of her beautifiil blue eggs.
iarvest moon has passedwith other good The bluebirds, those bits of drifting
immer things, such as strawberries sky —the —
poets of birdland are, like
id roses, but the pumpkins are mel- poets, indefinite as to plans. They
jwing for the pie, and the brown-faced fly in a scattered, haphazard way,
iris are returning from the summer uttering little wistful cries as they
ip. City life, so dead and dusty vring lightly southward.
luring the hot months, is awakening, Those gentlemanly chaps of the
id with renewed vigor slackened woodpecker tribe who sport red heads
xsiness is tightening up its sinews in and golden -wings, blaze their own
)reparation for the strenuous struggle trail —each for himself. They des-
jain. pise the weakness of flocking. They
The birds are flocking. If you He are adventurers bold and handsome,
iwake nights you can hear the call-
o' and wing an individual way to their
ig of their minor bugle notes as they winter quarters, leaving old hairy
it over city roofs and steeples. The daddy woodpecker behind. A selfish
blackbirds, which came when the first old card is he, hibernating in snug
—
rarm days of April ^ahl do 3'ou re- bachelor quarters in the heart of a tree
lember the first clear call of the robin ? all winter, leaving his wife and her
-loosened the ice, are gathered in hairy children to fend for themselves
losts, and one of these cool September as best they can in the time of the frost
ights you will hear them chattering and snow. On bright days he makes
ightly as, in flocks which assume forays on such grubs as become stiff-
Imost the proportions of clouds, they ened and inactive from the cold.
to the sun-lands of the south. The The from their
orioles slip silently
)bins are assembling in cohorts, the cradled nests. They together, but
fly
roung vs'ith their speckled breasts their beautiful clear whistle is stilled.
)oking like the English thrush Father
; As they sweep over the quiet city
tobin, with most of the vivid color where we, dull humans, house ourselves
391
—
from the starlight, the watcher can hosts of smaller fry, flock and flit, too,
hear them calHng faintly and sweetly, seeming to dissolve into bits of cloud
and in the restless human heart a as they depart with all the other^little
desire rises to join this band of little choristers of the woods.
choristers all garbed in the quiet color- We keep with us the tiny, creeping
ing of their mother, as they flit up there chick-a-dee, whisky jack, the cock o'
among the stars, outward bound to the north, old hairy woodpecker and
strange and foreign places. the great, wise, mysterious horned owl.
The wary meadow-lark is flying What is that wide cloud that is just
through the stubble on his way south. obscuring the moon? And, listen!
There, on that tree, stands the sentinel The leader calls, and all down the ranks
of the flock, and long before you can —
come the answering notes the little
get within gun-shot, he has given his —
minor cries almost bird whispers,
warning and the flock rises and soars a faint night music that might be the
to pastures fresh. They are followed stars singing together; then a drooping
by the bobolinks. The little chaps have call, louder, more plaintive from some
lost their pretty white and yellow mark- laggards who are tailing on behind,
ings, and with a rather forlorn "quait, answered by the sailing crowd in fainter
quait," fly across the fields where the accents until the cloud passes and the
grain shocks stood, to gain again their little wistful cries fade into silence as
reedy musical piping down among the the birds drift out on the wings of the
Carolina rice fields. night.
—
The blue jays those strident pirates
—
of the fir trees do not go far into the IS LOVE A LIE ?
warm countries, but, with the chick- COME women were talking together,
a-dees, keep along the edges of the seated on a cool verandah one of
swamps and hardwood ridges to annoy those hot nights in the summer that
the nimrod as he hunts the beautiful has passed so swiftly. They were dis-
and toothsome ruffed grouse. cussing some things in a book which
—
The little birds the flycatchers and one of them had been reading aloud
pewees and chipping sparrows, with a book with the tang of an olive and
302
"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 393
the tinkle of ice in a long glass in it, or weakens love?" asked the single
such as John Oliver Hobbes used to woman, who had risen and was leaning
write. They were of different ages against a pillar. In the soft dusk a
and estates. One was old and wise great moth
flew against her face.
and a bit tired; another married and Her hands were loosely folded.
hearty and the mother of four always "It strengthens love in women,
hungr\' boys; a third, single and plain- weakens it in men," said the old lady.
faced and none too young and a fourth ; "We are made that way. The woman
who didn't count, because she was noth- always remembers the man always for-
ing one way or the other -a mere — gets. Sometimes a
:
"LOVE, ALWAYS LOVZ, THAT IMMORTAL LIE," CARPED THE OLD LADY
WHO HAD PORGOTTBN MUCH
The Fool was loved when the game was new Man and how it failed or succeeded? —
(Even as you and I) It is like a bit of Persian tapestry in
id when it was played she took her cue which are woven pictures of great
lodding along as most of us do. beauty and mysten,' and simplicity.
Trying to keep his faults from view
I like to place it by the side of Omar
Khayyam —^why,
(Even as you and I)
I leave you to find
Jut the ache of the heart, or its break
it isn't out if you are interested. Someone
That stings like a white-hot brand, wrote to Henry Van Dyke, the author,
^t's the learning to know that she raised a
asking the meaning of his bit of ex-
god
Lnd bent her head to kiss the rod, quisite tapestry —
much as the ignorant
For the one that could not understand. tourist asks the meaning of the mystic
characters graved upon some eastern
WINGED WORDS. tomb. He answered:
LL you who love to read should "How can I tell? What does life
know
the tale of "The Other Wise mean?"
Ian." The hand of a friend sent this But I think that the meaning is
of delight to me, and, lest you might
;
made very clear, and in the most
395
— ;
LOVE INDEED
BY JOHN DUNCAN HOWE
Vl/HEN the author of Ecclesiastes Are just as much persons as we are ourselves;
'" And when you are older, you'll find this is
inscribed on his parchment that true,
of the making of books there was no end So be careful, my friend, and make books
and much study was a weariness to the like you.
flesh, he had a revelation coming to him. One can positively see the Last Duchess
If he could have stood beside the de- looking scornfully down upon the
livery table of one of the big modern would-be acquaintance, while Caliban
presses, and watched the sheets peeling snarls in thepompion-shadow, and that
off the rollers at the rate of thirty splendid organ-player in the midst of
thousand impressions a day, he would a fugue glances over his shoulder, still
have scratched his reverend whiskers, holding his chord, with a satirical grin.
gone home, and added a foot-note. The We are a year or so out of date, by the
publishers' fall list is appalling. So way, with Browning; it is Hewlett and
many new books to make friends with Wells and Bennett and Brieux who are
—some needing only a speaking ac- the fashion to-day among the clubs.
quaintance, some by the very cut of And that reminds us of a small in-
their titles being discarded, but so many cident that happened to us in an
that one wants to know personally — aesthetic metropolitan book-store. It
Mr. Ecclesiastes would give it up in was artistic, that place, with beautiful
despair. cases, and shaded lights and a huge
Somebody or other has said that a bowl of bittersweet here and there,
man is known by the adjectives he and you were not asked to buy any-
keeps, and no less true is it that he is thing. We had still-hunted a very
known by his book friends. When good novel through all the other shops
anybody says that he likes "Tempest and been unrewarded. We asked the
and Sunshine," or "Graustark," or aesthetic young man of the artistic
"Pippa Passes," or "The Glory of book-store if he had it. He looked at
Clementina," he is instantly classified; us pityingly, and smiled.
you do, or you do not want to know "The book you desire was published
more of that man. Sometimes an im- some years ago, was it not?" he ques-
postor comes along who remarks 'that tioned.
she — itusually a woman -thinks
is — We —
admitted it nineteen- four. He
Browning "elegant," and you learn inclined his head delicately.
anew that it is quite as bad breeding "Ah, just so," he said. "You see,
to think you know a book better than it we keep only books that are in style."
thinks it knows you. Gelett Burgess One hesitates to contemplate what
})uts that point whimsically: the sturdy hero of that book would have
397
—
r^Y WARMAN is out with a new book "Poems of Ireland." Being himself of
^-^ of verse that he calls " Songs of Cy Irish derivation, Mr. Stringer is free
Warman." All the verses he has writ- to be frank about the Irish a right ex-
cluded from the thought and speech of
—
ten might be similarly classed, for every
one of them steps to a melody in words, the Sassenach and all other foreigners.
and most of them suggest minor nota- Therefore, his introductory reference
tion,they have so easy a flow and such to ^
their humorous irresponsibility,
an undertone of homely feeling. But whimsical gayeties, and nostalgic
in this new book are over seventy mournfulness is not only permissible
"thoughtful rhymes," that taken to- but graceful, and acceptable without
gether present him in a phase unknown offence as being true. The last few
to most of his admirers up to this time. years have given us several Irish poets
His vogue has rested largely upon his whose work breathes the strange wist-
sympathy with the common things of fulness and mystic romance of those
life, their humor and their pathos, and ancient days of the race when Ossian
on his own broad and kindly sense of sang of its wars and woes and valor
fun and foible. But in these thought- and faith, and the worlds of earth and
ful rhymes he discloses a philosophy spirit were discerned commingled in the
of life, high though simple. Hear silvery mists of faraway. Yeats and
this: Fiona McLeod are foremost among
"There isno death! these bards, but they dwell in the land
The flowers bloom ; where their scenes are laid, while this
Their sweet perfume western soul is placed in the bustle
Floats o'er the night
The hills are white, and sharp realities of the Realm of
The summer birds have sped away, New Things. Yet none of the others
The summer days are dead, they say, has given us anything more pregnant
But when the spring comes back, the wren of longing and tender home-love, more
Sings sweet, the flowers bloom again.
perfectly Irish that this interlude in
"There is no death! Mr. Stringer's "In the Tropics."
We fall asleep
"O to be in Ireland wid me youth again,
And wake to weep.
Half a world from palm trees, half a world
Youth's happy springtime wears away.
from this!
With voices weak, our hair grows gray;
But after that last sleep, ah, then,
O to be in Ireland, where the coo!in' rain
Falls across the green hills like a wo-
We know that man must live again.
man's kiss!"
There is no death!"
It is in the vein of Scott's heartsick
This is the song triumphant of the
exiles, "by wild Ontario's boundless
elder sages, the burden of the message
shore," who sang the songs of child-
of all prophets, the essence of the most
hood, and "in the strain beheld fair
ancient of all religions, stated in full,
Scotia's hills again."
and without pomp. Between it and The poems have a right to be so
the song of the Sound Sailor who lilts
styled, for they are far more than
about the maid at " Metlakatla, holy verses. They are alive with feeling,
city by the sea," who "says she hopes
deep as the deeps, or bright as sunlight
for heaven, but she always looks for
playing on a rippling surface. They
me," is a wide gap, the filling of which are Irish, in all the moods of many
as he has filled it implies versatility
mooded Ireland. More power to the bard I
LINDLEY MURRAY PLEASE NOTE a visitor in his home, but it seemed that
IT HADbeen explained to a man that the " home-and-castle " principle was
mathematics, politics, ethics and involved sHghtly. The defendant was
gymnastics "is." The plural form not an Irishman, but O'Brien succeeded
bothered him until somebody said: without apparent effort, in getting a
" Well, did you ever hear of a mathe- number of Irishmen on the jury.
matic, a politic, an ethic or a gym- Across the street from the Criminal
nastic?" Court was a neighborhood hang-out
The doubter retired in confusion, but kept by a proficient bagpipe player
came back triumphantly from retire- named Dan Lannigan. O'Brien had
ment after a while. made his argument and the state was
" Say, you wise guys," said he. "Tell engaged in a long and wearisome
me the singular of dandruff." harangue when through the open
windows came the strains of " The Top
HIS INDORSEMENT o' Cork Road."
T'HE death of a man of wide acquaint- Several of the jurymen stirred un-
ance and generally loved called easily and seemed to have their minds
off the case.
out a surprising attendance at funeral
services for him in a church.
The lawyer paused, and so did the
One of
the sincerest mourners was one of the music. Then " The Geese in the Bog"
humblest, and was a man who had to took up the burden of the jolly piper
across the road.
forego several hours' sleep. Also, sad
to relate, he had never been in church
The jury was fairly upset now, and
—
before not more than once, anyway.
the state's attorney called the attention
of the c^urt to the interruption. Where-
Overcome by the strenuous pro-
gramme of an unusual day, he fell upon the judge sent his bailiff out to
bring the piper in.
asleep, but was aroused by the clergy-
man's solemn
Dan Lannigan came in with his bar
pronouncement upon
"dust to dust." apron on and his pipes under his arm.
Whereat the half-awake man said
The situation was explained to him and
he said:
"Nothing can be fairer than that." " Sure, judge. I'll stop play in' as a
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"gaffer" has run his baccy and brandy inland in his day, and even now shakes his head
over the trim craft that, adventurers no more, carry nothing more contraband than
pilchards, and sail CLEAR-CONSCIENCED, before THE REVENUE-MEN
Tairweatlier Wreck>s
be disappointed. The towering crags
of the Cornish coast are washed by a
sea as blue as the Mediterranean, and
HerbertN.Qark ragged rock-strewn hills blaze with the
color of wild flowers. Gardens of per-
WkPhotbyrapbj^iheautk for- fumed narcissi trespass on mines that
bartered tin with Phoenicians from
CORNISHMEN OVER THEIR N'ET-MENDING WEAVE STRANGE TALES OF WRECKEQ GALLEONS AND WITCHES,
AND THE DAYS WHEN CORNWALL AND BRITTANV SPOKE THE SAME TONGUE. THE BRETON INFLUENCE
IS STILL STRONG NOTICE THE ONION-SELLER's WOODEN SABOTS
t^ Perhaps it is the mild climate which sabots, selling onions. The Cornish
has endowed the Celtic Cornishmen —
language is "dead" but his Breton
with the rich fancy of the south so that French is understood by all Cornish-
they weave strange tales of weird men.
romance, stories of wrecked galleons From the sheltering doors of the
and of witches, and of the lost land of "First and Last" inn at Sennen, the
Lyonesse that once linked Cornwall uttermost village in Great Britain, you
with Brittany, when Cornwall and stroll to the " First and Last" Church,
Brittany spoke the same tongue. Are noteworthy for nought but its geo-
these stories mere romance? You see graphical situation. This accident of
villagers of swarthy Spanish blood. geography has made of Sennen a "show
You may see a witch, when you will. place," but the tide of tourists has
From the waters which hide the land produced no servility of spirit in the
of Lyonesse beach trees have been Cornishman. Independence of the
taken with the nuts still clinging to the "foreigner" is the keynote of the
branches. And before you passes the duchy.
figure of some Breton sailorman in Neither is there any undue modesty
403
404 FAIRWEATHER WRECKS
in the Cornish character. Chance gos- ing sailors, but hacked off their hands
siping with the villagers introduced us with a hatchet, as they strove to climb
to a Mr. Penberthy: the surf-swept rocks. The natives
" I have some West Country rela- loathed his black deeds and watched
tives named Penberthy," explained my age creeping upon him, longing for the
companion. " Perhaps they are related time when he should be no more.
to you?" It came with the ripening of the
"
Be they good-looking?" he asked. barley. Two men working in a field
"Why, yes," was the reply. below the pirate's house heard the
"Then maybe they are!" words, The time is come, but the man
'Tisbut a step to Sennen Cove, ill- isn't come'. Seawards they saw a
famed days of old by reason of the
in black square-rigged ship with sails set,
pirates and wreckers whose haunt it coming in against wind and tide, and
^was. In no other place on the coast no man could be seen on the deck.
did these desperate characters gather in Though the sun shone brilliantly, the
such numbers. Even the sunshine of a shadow of a heavy cloud hung over the
summer's afternoon fails to dispel its ship and over the pirate's home. The
haunting traditions. If you doubt it, dying wrecker implored the parson:
listen to the legend of the " Pirate of Put out the sailors with the bloody
'
In late after-
noon you reach
the Cornish
Pedn-an-Lanz
the End of the
Earth. The
daily visitors
have departed,
and for com-
pany you have
the mighty cliffs
and piled bould-
ers, coated with
grey lichens.
There are head-
lands steeper
and more bold
than these, but
none possess the
fascination of
the Land's End.
The Atlantic
surrounds you ST. Michael's mount looms'up majestically above its tide-pools, a rocs.
OF A THOUSAND LEGENDS. HERE DWELT KING GRAUL WHEN HIS
and the perpet- KINGDOM OP LYONESSE WAS SWALLOWED BY THE SEA
ual racing of the
tides reveals Nature's handiwork in the Beneath an overhanging crag lies an
making and gives to man's thoughts a ultramarine sea and landward lies the
;
broader sweep. You watch the sun as flower-decked summit of the grandest
it sinks beyond the ocean, gilding the cliffs in Cornwall. Carefully, with eyes
foaming waves and flushing the w^arm averted from the deeps below, you
red rocks till, with the deepening twi- climb back and, with a last cautious-
light, man's lesser lights begin to flash glance at the grandeur of these mighty
their rays —guiding vessels outward-
bound and home-returning. The after-
rocks, you step out. The white-
washed stones that mark the coast-
glow of daylight fades through the guard path are familiar enough, but
fading west and over grassy slopes you fortune rarely sends a coastguard
retrace your steps as darkness descends walking in your direction. For a coast-
upon eternal rocks and infinite sea. guard is a brother full of informa-
To drink to the full of the beauties of tion.
Cornwall, you must leave the high road "That cove there," said he, pointing
for a few hours and walk from the to the spot, "is where the 'Khyber'
Land's End eastward, some seven was wTecked. Full rigged ship -home- —
leisurely miles. Xear to the edge of ward bound from Australia. Three
the cliff leads the path and you follow men were saved, tossed on to the rocks
it across the heath to the bold point like corks."
—
ahead Pardenack. From its summit talked of wrecks and " wTecking."
He
you have an amazing view. The steep " But are the
stories that one hears
cliff, architectural in its symmetry, falls about Cornish wreckers true?" I asked.
sheer as a wall to the sea below. Great " True? Why, wrecking was bred in
cubes of grey granite, placed one upon them. If any well-freighted ship was
the other, as a child places bricks, are in trouble, the crew didn't have to
fashioned into castellated battlements worry about the cargo. 'Tisn't so
and turrets, which tower 200 feet above many years," he continued, "since the
the sea. Buttress and pinnacle are first steamboat went past the Lizard
draped wnth lichens and crevices are point. Folks down here hadn't heard
filled with [)ink and white flowers. of steam and over a hundred boats
a
PAST land's END THE MIGHTY TR A FFIC OF THE CHANNEL ROLLS. GRAIN-BOATS FROM ODESSA, BLACK. TRAMPS
THAT IN A WEEK WILL LIFT THE SOUTHERN CROSS, BRASS-BOUND LINERS, HUMBLE PISHKR.MEN. ON A
SUMMER AFTERNOON MAY BE SEEN SKIRTING CAUTIOUSLY THESE FROWNING ROCKS THAT END OLD ENGLAND
407
408 FAIRWEATHER WRECKS
the name, Rue des Beaux Arts".
" may reach it by a narrow causeway.
Disciples, with brush and palette, On the summit of its grass-grown,
immortalize picturesque "bits" in the pinnacled rocks, you see a turreted
straggling streets, and picturesque castle flashing pale and gold like a fairy
fishermen lounge by, unconcerned. palace in the afternoon sun. Ancient
They have taken kindly to the painters, and very peaceful is the little village on
for posing is not unremunerative. In the mainland, and I lay on the warm
late afternoon, the studio model be- sands gazing at the Mount, picturing
comes the fisherman, and from the pier its strange scenes and thinking of the
head you watch the fishing fleet by varied men who for varied reasons have
twos and threes stealing out of the sought its isolation. To-day, this erst-
harbour for the night's work. There is while fortress is the " seat" of a wealthy
something almost mysterious in this family. Miniature golf links cling to
evening exodus of a hundred boats. its sides and white-sailed yachts with
The brown sails are gilded by the shining brass-work enter the little
setting sun, and each boat trails long harbour.
threads of gold as, dwindling and The view recedes and shows the
dwindling, it vanishes silently sea- struggles of the Civil War, when
wards. treachery and surprise gave the im-
Deep set in Mounts Bay lies Penz- pregnable Mount to the besiegers.
ance, the shapely dome of its market Then scenes of fire and slaughter, and
house against the sunny sky giving to men of war gave place to men of peace
the town an Italian atmosphere. — monks moving softly in the deep
Strange it is to find tropical plants calm of a monastery, and beyond the —
around you, and stranger to think of scenes fade into the mists of tradition
the primeval forest which lies beneath and myth.
the waters of the Bay. No mere myth I struck inland, took a short cut, and
-is this for at neap tide you may see lost my way. It was late when I saw
trunks of trees projecting from the lights twinkling in the smallest of
sand. History records a titanic dis- villages. Heavily fell asthe rain,
aster when the seas swept over the land weary and very wet I approached the
and engulfed eighty villages. Did that solitary inn, and asked for a room.
land unite Cornwall and Brittanv? The aged lady of the house scrutinized
The shuffling sound of sabots caught this dishevelled and rain - soaked
my ear, and turning, I saw a Breton stranger, and said:
onion-seller. Him I questioned. He " We
are full."
came from Roscofi^. This was his tenth "Full," I echoed, and pleaded for
trip. He and his companions felt quite any kind of a room.
at hom,e in Cornwall. He did not know "We're full," she repeated, with
ifCornwall was once joined to Brittany tedious regularity.
by land, but he did know that his Swiftly I profl^ered payment in
grandparents had transported kegs of advance.
brandy by sea. "Well," said the landlady, "I think
As I paced the road that runs east- I can find you a room, but remember,
ward to the Mount, I pictured the it's against the rules of the house to
roadside fields in early spring, vast wear boots in bed."
gardens of violets, wall-flowers and Daylight brought perfect weather,
narcisei, with the soft air heavy with and early on my journey, I was joined
their perfume and picturesque groups —
bv a fellow-traveller an old tin worker
of women and girls working all day — walking to Breage to see his family.
tying the flowers into bunches. Winter Here no towering headlands rise sheer
winds are tempered in this Duchy of from the sea, but the path skirts low
Cornwall. promontories that stretch far out into
St. Michael's Mount, which domi- blue water, till you reach a rocky ridge
nates the Bay from every view-point, is that plunges into the sea. From its
an island at high tide. At the ebb, vou p:int you have a perfect view, the full
:
sweep of the Bay curving from St. moment when certain kegs were being
Michael's Mount to the distant white landed, these genial merchants opened
houses of Mousehole. fire upon it with a cannon.
Leaving the point you must take to The breakers noised and foamed and
the road. In the first hundred yards, the circling gulls screamed, but there
we were passed by a cross-eyed man. is no hint of storm in the far blue
Mv companion immediately averted his reaches of the sky. Lightly you step
gaze and said aloud: " Xumney Dum- in the bracing breeze and swiftly the
—
ney Xumney Dumney". panorama changes. Beyond the dan-
could make nothing of the words
i gerous Praa Sands, you see the village
and asked their meaning. of Breage —
two names that once spelt
" You always say Xumney Dum-
'
terror to the mariner. For the vil-
ney' when you meet a squint-eyed lagers were even more treacherous than
man," was the reply. the sands. Hear the sailor's " Litany"
I recalled the " evil eye" superstitions "From Praa sands and Breage hands,
and instantly reached the solution. Good Lord, deliver us."
" X^omine Domini" are the holy
In - And with the days when
in contrast
words which confound the powers of the tinworkers left their work in hun-
the evil one. dreds, and armed with axes followed a
" Yon's Prussia Cove," said my coirj- ship in distress till it came ashore,
panion, "would you see it?" before you rise the tall towers of
Would I see the most famous resort Marconi's wireless —
the swiftest friend
of smugglers in Cornwall? of the sailor in distress.
There is no road into Prussia Cove, Slowly with a heavy heart, you climb
merelv a footpath which skirts the brow' the hill'to Mullion. The sea loses its
of a hill, and drops to the sea. The sparkle and the breeze its freshness, for
spot is so sheltered and secluded that Mullion means time-tables, railway
you cannot see what boats are in the —
connections and the end of your
little creek below until you literally Cornish journey. Yet it is but for a
lean over the edge of the cliflf. Then moment. For, though you must leave
you see a harbour hewn out of the solid this exquisite coast, you will ever have
rock, a roadway with wheel tracks deep memories of the " first, last and
partly cut and partly worn, crossing best" county in England.
the rocks below the high-water, and You will think of these fishermen —
caves and caves, and still more caves. kindly folks with the eyes of men who
The mouths of some of them are built fight the sea, and of their picturesque
up. On
other days these communi- homes, and visions will come to you of
cated with the house above by secret blue sea and heather-clad cliffs, sandy
passages. Here dwelt " Honest John" coves and rock-locked harbours. You
Carter and Harry, his brother Harry will picture the winter sunshine and the
"imported" contraband and John dis- riot of color in spring. And when you
posed of it. The combination was feel upon you the chill of some snow-
irresistible. Bold and utterly reckless, clad city where beauty is banished and
they brought smuggling to a fine art, romance has no being, you will turn
and when a boat laden with customs and warm yourself in the glories of
officers appeared ofiF the cove, at a Cornwall.
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er
B you
alone,
aren't going to England
are you? Wait till
school closes in June, and we'll
hair and being a mascot would ac-
complish a peer by Coronation- time,
my dear," she said. "But by all
make up a party." means go ahead you've set your
if
My room-mate, Mary Jenner, is heart on it. After school is out we'll
meek enough when she is alone with join you."
me, but company lends her a fictitious "You my red hair alone, Pomeroy
let
persuasiveness. Besides, all the rest Sec," retorted wrathfully.
I "I'm
of the girls curled up among our twenty- two years old, and I guess I
cushions agreed with her I could — know how to take care of myself.
see it in their faces. And if you've got a determined tem-
"If His Sacred Majesty King George perament, and want something badly
the Fifth will consent to put ofiE his and all your friends put stupid ob-
coronation until July, I shall be glad stacles in your way —
^why, it's enough
to Wait for you," I answered, with to make a plaster angel feel annoyed."
some asperity. "But I don't think Agnes only laughed, and ate another
it's likely, do you?" chocolate, though she knows they
"Well, but, Anne " Mary was make her fatter, and my decision was
beginning, when Agnes Pomeroy broke accepted as an established fact, which
in. Agnes is a plump girl with a vein I thought was another proof of my
of common sense amounting almost to determined temperament.
genius. It seems strange to look back on
"Look here," she said, "what's the that kimono party now. I felt so old
use? You won't see a thing except and capable and assured that nothing
the street processions. You might could possibly happen to me. If I had
just as well stay in Winnipeg and read dreamed of the mad adventures that
all about it in the Illustrated London
410
—
were so soon to begin ah, well, per-
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haps I would have gone forward just sake I never could forgive grandfather
the same. It is hardly twelve months for turning him out of doors.
since we sat by that crackling fire "Some day, Anne," my father used
but I feel as had been a thousand
if it to say laughingly, "you'll go back to
vears. After all, twenty-two is very France and be adopted and become
young. heiress of Clichy."
But, at any rate, I had a perfectly "I guess the rest of them won't
good reason for leaving school two leave much for me to be heiress of,"
months before the end of the term. I answered usually, and the subject
The doctor, who is an old friend of mine dropped. Save for a fluent knowledge
— I used to pull his mustaches when I of French I had nothing about me to
—
wore pinafores told me I had been betray the fact of my foreign extrac-
working too hard, and was on the tion, and I never wished to meet any
verge of a complete breakdown if I ofmy father's relatives —never! Some-
didn't at once have complete rest and times my father would speak about the
change of scene. So I asked him if the property in the strong box. It was all
air of any particular place would benefit in bonds — —
^worthless ones, too ^which
me especially, and he pulled a curl for had been left my father by his mother,
me and said he felt sure English air whose dowry had been invested in the
was the one thing for my ailment. old Panama Canal, that glorious enter-
"Are you going to visit your ances- prise that went down to ruin twenty
tral castle?" asked Mar\' as I was odd years ago, carr^-ing with it thous-
packing. "It doesn't really seem polite ands of prosperous families in a general
to go so near and never say 'Bon wreck. My grandmother had always
jour'." had a pathetic belief that some day
"Of course," I answered, though the bonds would be worth something.
really I hadn't thought about it be- She left them to my father, placing
fore. "I'm going to see the Chateau them in the strong box which she held
Clichy, and also I'm going to tn»' to in the vaults of Magniff & Co., Bankers,
recover my ancestral property. I've of Paris and London. When she was
a bundle of bonds stacked up in a dying she sent him the key.
romantic old vault in Paris. Maybe "Well, Anne, they won't do any
I'll come back an heiress, or some- harm where they are," my father
thing like that. I knew there was would say. "Some day, when we're
something extra nice about this ad- all rich, we'll go to Paris and take
venture. them out and sell them for old paper."
I haven't mentioned anything about So now I think I have explained
try castle in France, have I.^ One how I came to sail for England on the
doesn't talk about one's family, of thirty-first of May, with five SI 00 and
course, but mine was very
really, one $50 bill in my purse and the key
interesting. My
grandfather is the to the ancestral strong box. Mary
Comte d'Yves, and owns a large feudal wanted me to sew my bills into the
property in Clichy, which is in Nor- lining of my dress.But I felt safer
mandy. My father was his son by his with the moneyin my purse, for, as I
first marriage, and when father was told her, I'd either have to wear the
hardly more than a boy, he quarrelled same dress all the time or keep running
with grandfather, who turned him out. intomy room to see whether it had been
Father came to Canada to make his ripped open or not. If I had taken her
fortune, drifted to the coast, and finally advice I should never have had my
married an American girl in San adventure with the Man in the Buff
Francisco. I was born there, my —
Boots but that comes later.
mother dying when I was only a baby, Mary, of course, was at the train in
and my father when I was seventeen. tears, waiting to bid me adieu. And
After that I came to Winnipeg and who else should be there but that
taught for a living. Of course, things odious little Mr. Spratt, who had once
were hard sometimes, but father had been enamored of me, half hidden be-
had a worse time than I, and for his hind an enormous bouquet. I've
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heard that his boys call him "The "The — the banker?" I managed to
Sprat," which isn't a nice name to gasp.
give a professor of civic and inter- "The son of the banker," he cor-
national law. He pressed the bouquet rected, much gratified at ready my
into one of my hands and then put recognition. "The old boy's my
something else into the other in a mys- father. We
now control the second
terious and portentous manner. largest combination of capital in
"My volume on the Code Napoleon, France, and the fourth largest in
Miss Ives," he said, whispering cau- Europe," he added complacently. "Not
tiously. "The only complete English that I'll step into the old donkey's
commentary on modern French law. shoes, though. He hates me like poi-
I've written your name on the fly-leaf. son. I grieve to say that my father
Don't lose it; you'll need it when you has a mind purely commercial and utter-
get to Paris!" ly incapable of appreciating any of
I could not but feel affected by the the refinements of life."
little man's kindness in presenting me It isn't often that I wish I were a
with a copy of his epoch-making work. man, but that's what I did just then,
I introduced him to Mary, and we three so that I might have had the pleasure
chatted for a few moments until the of kicking him. But I smothered my
conductor called "All aboard!" I rage and struggled with my surprise.
stayed a day or two in Montreal, sight- It seemed like the opening of some
seeing, and finally, owing to a last wonderful melodrama, my chance en-
minute excursion to Mount Royal, counter with this man while on my
nearly missed the steamer. But just way to Europe, to take my securities
as the whistles blew, I plunged hastily out of his father's safety deposit box.
up the gangway, colliding at the top I murmured something and fied up to
with a couple of foreign-looking men the deck. Later, Mr. Magniff appeared
who stared at me for several minutes, and engaged me in conversation for
apparently deeply interested. about an hour, until I found some
I am usually quick to form my judg- excuse to dismiss him and go to bed.
ments of people. I did not like either During the next few days he made
of these fellow-passengers at all. In himself my constant companion. He
a very short time I had discovered that seemed to time his appearances at the
they were master and servant, or stood table so that we should sit down to-
in some such relation. The one bore gether when I paced the deck I was
the hall-marks of wealth without re- sure to encounter him, whereupon,
finement; the other was a coarse and altering the direction of his walk, he
villainous-looking Greek or Armenian, would keep step with me. At even-
as I judged. I was relieved when I ing, no sooner had I drawn up my chair
saw him betake himself to the steerage. in a comfortable and secluded place
But judge my disgust when I dis- than he would discover me and im-
covered that I had been seated next mediately seat himself at my side.
to his master at the dinner table! I made few acquaintances on the boat,
He did not lose any time in striking so that my
name was never mentioned
up an acquaintance with me. "May in his presence, and it was character-
I pass you the mustard, Miss How- istic of his comiplacency that he did
ard?" were his first words. He had not discover it.
few thousands. Our last one failed, who thought himself too good to
unfortunately." breathe the air that father did."
"What was it?" I asked, my curiosity I was glad that it had grown too
stimulated. dark for Magniff to see. my face.
He looked at me leeringly. I be- "My father singled out the Comte
lieve that, forsome occult reason, the to feel the full weight of his hatred,"
rascal considered that he had made a he went on blandly. "The Comte had
conquest of me. At any rate, he began been badly hit in the Panama bubble.
blabbing his ston,* quite proudly into He'd had some shares, but thev dis-
my eager ears. appeared in a mysterious manner.
"It's a long tale," he said. "To tell From that time onward my father bent
it I've got to go back to my father, and all his endeavors toward bankrupting
he ain't a pleasant subject." the Comte and taking over his property.
"O, please go on," I said, as enticing- He's heavily mortgaged, and it seems
ly 4S I could. Somehow the idea had only a matter of a few months now
entered my head that this rogue in before father gets even with the old
some way was bound up with the suc- fool. He'd have done it long ago, only
cess or failure of my enterprise. Tr\' he was bringing off a coup of his own
as I might, I could not rid myself of which meant millions to him."
the thought. My heart was hammering so hard it
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scarcely seemed possible that I could to avoid him, and, when my need of a
control my emotion. The plot was walk became urgent, I resorted to the
thickening —and I was in the very long deck of the steerage, which was
heart of it ! practically deserted, since few steerage
"Yes," he continued, putting up his passengers were returning to Europe
feeton the ship's rail, "there's only
three of them alive in the direct line
at that season of the year.
It must have been on the third night
^
to-day the Comte, a very old man now,
: after when, while pacing the steerage
a daughter by a second marriage, and deck after successfully eluding my
her son, the Comte's grandson, a young pursuer, I became aware of a stir in the
fellow of twenty-five. There was a son shadows of the sailors' fore-cabin,
by an earlier marriage, but he went to under the stern. Then a black shape
America and died there. I traced him came flying toward me, clasped me by
to California and lost him there. The the arm, and on its knees behind
fell
burning of San Francisco had des- me, whirling me
round to shield it
troyed all the records. I advertised against its pursuer, who came, cat-like,
in all the Pacific Coast papers without out of the darkness. Before I had
result. There had been a marriage, time to be afraid I recognized that it
and I believe there was one daughter. was Zeuxis clutching me, Zeuxis in
But she has vanished completely." desperate fear, while, like a panther,
The uneven glow of his words, and his wife followed him, a knife in her
a sudden suspicious odor on the night hand, crouching for a spring.
air, convinced me that the scoundrel "Safe me, safe me. Miss!" the Greek
had been drinking not enough to— babbled frantically.
render him tipsy, but just sufficient to Well, Mary, to whom I wrote about
unlock the doors of his secrets. the incident, said I was brave, but I
"So I told the old donkey" ^by that — haven't taught in the immigrant class
phrase I interpreted him to mean I simply stepped for-
—
Magniff Senior " 'you'd better hurry
for nothing.
ward and took the knife out of her
up with that revenge of yours,' I said, hand. She gave it up like a lamb and
'or they'll all be dead.' He'd cut my burst into tears.
allowance to a beggarly ten thousand "What is this about?" I demanded
a year. He told me I was a bad egg, of Zeuxis, in my most scholastic tones.
as he elegantly phrased it, and had dis- "She's jealous of you. Miss Howard,"
appointed all his hopes of having me he explained, rising sheepishly to his
succeed him in the banking business. feet. "She's got it into her head that
'All right, old boy,' I thought, 'I'll you're a rival of hers," he continued,
show you something the
original in caressing his long moustache proudly,
financial field.' Miss How-
You see. as though he were a hero.
ard," he continued, lurching toward "Bah!" I exclaimed, in unutterable
me, "I knew the secret of the bonds." disgust.
"Yes, what was it?" I cried. "Quite so, quite so," said the Greek
He sobered immediately. "Now hurriedly. "If you would pretend to
you'd like to know, wouldn't you?" he hate me. Miss, if you'd show your pre-
drawled. "You tantalizing little tended contempt a little more openly,
"
devil Miss, you might convince her."
I rose with great dignity and walked "Pretended?" I cried in fury. "You
"
away, leaving him calling "Miss How- —you
ard! Miss Howard!" in desperate "Say it, Miss, say it," he whispered
apology. eagerly.
Thereafter, although my curiosity "I can't find words vile enough to
was burning, I avoided him sedulously, characterize you," I answered, and
cutting him directly when we met and turned upon my heel.
ignoring his advances at the dinner Later that evening he came creeping
table. But he was so persistent that up to me.
I was driven to all sorts of expedients "You've done it. Miss," he whis-
H. M. EGBERT 415
pered. "And if you ever want a Now, Miss Mar\-, if we can locate this
friend, call upon me and I'll protect girl and get the bonds from her at a
you." trifling cost, pretending that they are
"Done what?" ejaculated.
I worthless, we can threaten the asinine
"Convinced her, Miss. You see, party that we'll deliver them to the
Miss, Mr. Magniff, he's a joker, and he other old party unless he pays up what
pretended that you was in love with we demand. See the point? Two
me, just to torment her. But I've birds in the hand: a fortune for you
made her think I've jilted you, and and me, and a club for the asinine per-
"
I'm grateful, Miss, indeed son."
Really, I could be angry no longer. "And why do you make this propo-
Stifling a hysterical peal of laughter, sition to me?" I asked.
I ran up to my
own deck and flung my- "Because I you, Mary," he
love
self breathlessly into my chair. cried, seizing my
hand. "That's noth-
had escaped from the fn,-ing pan
I ing to the next trick Zeuxis and I have
into thefire, however. For out of the up our sleeves. There's millions for
dark another shadow arose an un- — all of us. I think you're an angel.
steady shadow that quickly merged What do you think of me?"
into a more substantial but still un- "I think you are a miserable scoun-
steady form. Magniff sat down beside drel," I answered furiously, rising out
me. of my chair.
"You cruel he began
little girl," To my
astonishment he received mv
inanely, "why have you fled from me outburst with a peal of laughter.
all this time? Was it because you "That's what I like," he cried, tr}4ng
read my secret in my eyes? Miss to seize my hand again. "Give me a
"
Mar3^ girl with some spirit in her. Miss
He tried to seize my hand. The Mary! You can't imagine how much
reception which I gave him seemed to I've been thinking of you since we met
sober him. aboard this old boat. Let's make a
"Don't go. Miss Howard." he begged date in London. Want to see the
in maudlin tones. "Forgive me. I Coronation? Maybe I can get you a
guess I'm a bad egg after all as the old seat and show you round. Let's
"
asinine party characterize^^ me. I've go
knocked about the world and never turned on him, my eyes flashing,
I
found a friend but you. Stay with my anger so furious that for a few
me, Miss Howard, and I'll tell you a moments I cotild hardly find my
secret. There's millions in it if we can tongue. I think I must have over-
locate the party." awed him, for he seemed to wilt awav
"Well?" I said coldly, my curiosity under the blast of my rage, and waited
getting the better of my judgment. dumbly.
"It's a girl," he babbled. "And she's "Listen to me, Mr. Magniff," I cried,
got some Panama bonds and don't shaking my finger at him. "Some of
know the value of them. If we can my friends have been good enough to
"
trace her tell me that I am a mascot and bring
"Yes, Mr. Magniff?" I answered people good luck. I've brought good
artlessly. luck to you, better than you deserve,
"Why, we can hold a club over the at any rate, because I am the woman
asinine party and extract a cool half whom you and your servant have
million. You see, if she were to meet been looking for. My name is not
the old Comte and he adopted her and 'Miss Howard.' I am Anne Ives,
—
took the bonds ^what am I saying and my father was Jules d'Yves, born
about the Comte? I mean a certain Normandy."
elderly party
— " he explained craftily
at Clichy, in
saw him stagger at that; the blow
— "why, he could pay off the mort-
I
went home.
gage that the asinine party holds over "Here," I cried, snatching it from
him. That would mean an end to the my purse and holding it up to him,
asinine party's schemes of revenge. "this is the key to the box which con-
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tains my
bonds, and I am going to very large majority — I think of seven-
Paris to redeem my property. It is ty-five.
mine, and I shall dispose of it to suit "Which was enormous, my dear
my inclinations." Anne," Estelle Christie confided,
He started toward me incredulously. "when you reflect that the adult
He made a desperate clutch at the key. voting population of Cedar Plank
But, with a hysterical laugh, I with- numbers only four hundred and fifty,
drew it from his outstretched hand or thereabouts."
and fied along the deck, down the stairs She had drafted a letter to the Lord
and locked myself in my stater -room. Chamberlain embodying her request.
I did not leave it until we docked at I feared that it would elicit an unsatis-
Plymouth. But once, lying upon my factory response, and in order to divert
bunk, I saw a shadow fall upon the her thoughts, I picked up the news-
wall, and looking out, saw him pacing paper and said:
the lower deck beside his hawk-eyed, "In the meantime, Estelle, why
eagle-beaked servitor, and an involun- shouldn't we go to see the great aero-
tary shudder came over me. plane contest at South Northwood?"
He was waiting to accost me at She sprang up, clapping her hands.
Plymouth, but I eluded him in the Estelle had a very volatile mind, and
crowd. I ran the length of the station my little scheme had succeeded ad-
platform, dashed into the train and mirably.
out the opposite side, and had the pleas- "I dote on aeroplanes, Anne," she
ure of seeing him start for London cried. "When is it?"
without me, under the firm conviction "This afternoon," I answered. "Lis-
that I was in the train. ten, Estelle. 'Eight competitors, rep-
resenting England, America, France,
CHAPTER II. Italy and Germany, will enter their
THE MASCOT OF THE MONOPLANE. machines in the soaring and speed
In which I venture an ascen-
tests. A novel feature will be the
soaring with one passenger and de-
sion into the ether and nearly lose
scending with the motor cut off, a
my dignity.
prize of five hundred pounds being
I FOUND
a nice little boarding-house ofTered to the aviator making the
"
in one of those large, quiet, old squares highest record.'
near the British Museum, and was very "Have you ever been in an aero-
comfortable there. I made several plane, Anne?" asked Estelle, already
friends, notably a Mrs. Christie, an putting on her hat.
American widow about ten years older "Indeed I have," I said. "I even
than myself and twice as eager for know how to manage a monoplane a
amusement. One thing I soon dis- little. One of the men I know is an
covered: it was impossible to get into enthusiast, and has given me several
the Abbey to see the Coronation. lessons."
Mrs. Christie was greatly distressed. "How perfectly wonderful!" she ex-
"I must see it, Anne," she confided claimed, searching vainly for a veil.
to me, as we sat together in her little "O, Anne, just think! There may be
room in the boarding-house. "Don't a terrible accident!"
you suppose that the Lord Chamber- All thought of the Coronation had
lain would let me in if he knew that I already left her mind. I could hardly
represent the city of Cedar Plank, keep pace with her as we hurried along
Iowa?" the streets towards the railway sta-
It appeared that the inhabitants of tion. And all the way down in the
her native town had held a voting train she talked incessantly of the
contest for the purpose of sending their spectacle in prospect and asked me
most popular society member to rep- countless questions. We arrived at _
resent them at the Coronation, and the grounds just as the competition
Mrs. Christie had been elected by a opened and obtained seats in the very
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418 WITH AVIATOR NO. 6
first row of the grand stand. The propriated for my own. I don't mean
clerk wanted to put us somewhere at in any vulgar sense, of course. Had
the back, but when I pleaded with he had the audacity to speak to me
him he changed his mind. without a proper introduction I should
"However did you get such perfect have cut him dead but I admired him
.
seats, dear?" asked Estelle as we found as the exponent of a difficult and dan-
ourselves with an unobstructed view gerous art. He drove like a god
of the field. Harry and his little affair at home were
I laughed. "Did never tell you
I nothing to him.
that I am everybody's mascot?" I And he did not receive the prize!
answered lightly. We were so disgusted with the
"What's that?" she asked. judges' decision that we mutually
"O, it means a bringer of luck," I forgave each other and resolved to
told her. "All my
friends know that. share our hero in common. As for the
I bring success to everybody except — unknown, he did not seem to care a
myself." bit. He doffed his cap lightly to the
Estelle did not reply. She was clamoring multitudes and, descending,
looking intently at the great machines turned to some of his assistants.
which were being carried out of their "What are they going to do now?"
sheds and placed at various starting asked Estelle.
points upon the field. There was a "The next act will be the danger-
huge monoplane in front of us, which ous, desperate and death-defying as-
we could see quite plainly. Its driver, cension to an incredible altitude with
a tall, good-looking man in gray and a passenger," remarked a pudgy gen-
blue, with a pair of intensely penetrat- tleman upon the seat behind us.
ing eyes and a calm smile, was seating Of course I turned a cold shoulder
himself in the machine, ready for upon the impudent fellow, and Estelle
flight, and looking as quiet and col- only acknowledged his information
lected as though his enterprise were a with the coolest nod. But still we
thing of no consequence. While I could not help possessing this morsel
watched him, breathless with excite- of knowledge, and I confess I looked
ment, somebody must have given a forward with a thrill of painful ex-
signal, for suddenly I saw his huge pectation to the hazardous undertak-
machine run a little way along the ing, and my heart beat faster for the
course and then, with a swift, gliding safety of the unknown.
movement, suddenly rise into the air And then a dreadful thing hap-
and wing its way around the field. pened. The passenger whom our hero
"O," gasped Estelle, clutching my had arranged to take on his ascension
—
arm. "O!" as the driver made the had either lost his nerve or his way;
circuit us, the wind
and whirled past anyhow, by the time the others were
from the pinions almost sweeping our ready to start he was still being sought
faces
—
"isn't he handsome!" for among the audience.
Her words made me quite cross. Our hero stood not a dozen paces
"Don't be so silly, Estelle," I an- away from me, his strong, grave face
swered. Then, inspired by some mali- turned upward expectantly, scanning
cious spirit, I asked: the crowd upon the grand stand, but
"Do you still hope that there will always in vain. The passenger who
be an accident?" was to accompany him was evidently
"No, no," she cried, terrified. "O, not upon the grounds.
Anne, he mustn't fall." Meanwhile, one by one, the other
"Do be quiet," I urged. "People aeroplanes, with their double freight,
are looking at us." were rising slowly, like great birds.
But it was not so much the thought A couple of stewards, in frock coats
that we were attracting attention as and silk hats, came over to our un-
the knowledge that she admired this known. At the short distance at which
man whom T, always an ardent hero- they stood I could hear every word
worshipper, had already in mind ap- distinctly.
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H. M. EGBERT 419
"Your passenger has not come?" possessed me. Was it the sense of
demanded one of the ste%\-ards coolly, fellowship in a strange land, or sporting
and I think there "v^'as a touch of mali- instincts, or merely contempt for the
cious pleasure in his voice. cowards upon the benches? Anyhow,
"It appears not," ans-^^'ered the un- before I knew what I was doing, be-
known, shrugging his shoulders. And fore I knew that I had contemplated
then I understood the meaning of that such a step, I was standing outside the
malicious intonation. This man was grand stand in the turf field.
a foreigner —
like myself; and, good "I will ascend with Competitor No.
sportsmen though they were, the 6," I said.
stewards could not but feel a natural heard a shriek of horror from
I
pleasure at the possible removal of Estelle Christie; I saw the faces of the
one of their nation's most dangerous spectators turned upon me, each,
rivals. fringed with its mop of hair, exactly
"It is possible," began the aviator reminiscent of some large and ver}^
slowly, searching for his words with pale turnip. The stewards ran toward
painful precision, "it is possible to me.
take up a volunteer?" "Impossible!" the}' cried. "We
"No," snapped one of the stewards; could not think of such a thing."
and "Yes," answered the other with "Then, Mr. Competitor No. 6, I
equal volubility. congratulate you upon gaining the
"I will look up the exact word- prize," I said satirically, pointing to-
ing in the book of rules," said the ward the other aeroplanes that rose
first again, and from immaculate
his in spiral circles and now hummed
frock coat pocket produced a
he overhead like angr}" bees. "Rule XXV
little leather bound book, which he in- makes, I believe, no discrimination
spected through a pair of gold- rimmed against my sex," I continued at a
glasses. venture.
" I gather from Rule XXV. that the "My dear lady, it is impossible.
personality of the passenger is of no Rather would I forego the prize," said
consequence," he announced at last. the unknown, much agitated. "Your
"So, if you can find one, sir, you may courage thrills me and overwhelms me
take up a volunteer." with gratitude, but no a thousand —
The aviator bowed. anyone will
"If times no. I could never accept vour
accompany me " he murmured, offer."
and the steward advanced directly "Si Monsieur aie peur " I haz-
toward me and cried in a loud voice arded. It was not such a long shot,
"Will any gentleman volunteer to either, for the daring aeronaut looked
make the ascent with Competitor No. more French than Italian, and, if so,
6?" I knew the suggestion that he was
At last a half dozen gentlemen began afraid would touch him. It did. He
to rise in their seats. colored like a schoolgirl.
"The aeroplane ascend to the
will "Mademoiselle is also French?" he
highest point possible," he continued cried. "Come, then, and we shall beat
and all but two dropped down again. them all. But what am I saving?
These remained standing, gazing at No, no, it is impossible. I cannot risk
each other sheepishly. your life." r" i ;:U;,j j
"And then descend with the motor "Monsieur's machine is not, then,
cut off," he continued; and both of absolutely under his control?" I in-
them fell back with a solid thump that quired coldly.
shook the benches. He had turned away, the picture of
"I am afraid that no volunteer is dejection, but as this new blow went
available, sir," said the steward, re- home he came forward again, kindled
tiring a few steps toward the con- to new ardor. I looked from his face
testant. to those of the stewards. And just
To this day I do not know what then, as matters hung in the balance.
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420 WITH AVIATOR NO. 6
emoiselle. Never before has my mono- oplane trembled and swayed danger-
plane ridden so lightly. Assuredly ously.
you must be a mascot." Instantly I was forgotten. After-
My heart was beating tumultu- ward I remembered with a little sense
ously. It was a dangerous proximity; of humiliation how wholly secondary
and then, too, the unconventionality I proved in his estimation to that
of the situation had removed the bars machine. But I had no thought then,
of restraint which a hundred genera- save for our safety. With what con-
tions of women have learned to fasten summate skill he righted her and
across their hearts. I am not usually guided her, never losing his head,
considered susceptible. There was that gliding downward swift as a stone;
Mr. Spratt, whom I have mentioned, then, with an upward movement of
who taught civil and international law, the planes, arresting that perilous
and he had once presumed slightly descent; now holding the machine
when riding home with me from the tremblingly, as it seemed, upon some
theatre. I think he pressed my hand. air- wave crest! I saw the ground
Poor Mr. Spratt! I had frozen him spring up to meet us the grand stand
;
with a look and he had had to make broadened and widened into its original
abject apologies before he found for- form and shape; slowly, and then
giveness. But here, I was conscious more swiftly, the ant-like creatures
of a dangerous emotion which took changed into turnip-tops once more.
possession of me, and my companion's I closed my eyes and clung to the stay,
hand sought mine and was not dis- expecting every moment to feel the
carded. We might have been prime- deadly end to our tumultuous descent.
val man and woman riding triumphant- And then
ly alone there through the ether. "She has fainted," said somebody.
The sun, bursting from behind a I opened my eyes languidly. I
bank of clouds, shone into our faces. rested upon the ground, supported by
"These are the realms of the sun- the intrepid aviator and near at hand,
:
FLIGHT
BY JOHN DUNCAN HOWE
LIKE toiling genii the great monoplanes
Withroar and striving thundered through the blue,
While on the plodding earth men gaped amazed.
Yet, all unnoticed, o'er their marvellings,
Insoucient, lightly drifting with the wind,
Floated the frail vans of a butterflv.
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THE REAWAKENED CHURCH RECOGNIZES THAT TO SAVE SOULS, ONE MUST ALSO SAVE BODIES. VISITING NURSES
ARE SUPPORTED BY THE CHURCH AND TEACH IGNORANT MOTHERS THE CARE OF CHILDREN, THE RUDIMENTS OF
HOME SANITATION, AND PROPER FEEDING. VARIOUS OTHER PROBLEMS FACE THEM, SUCH AS DEATH, BIRTH, THE
WINTER-NIGHT EVICTION OF A MOTHER AND FOUR CHILDREN, AND THEY^MUST SOLVE THEM ALL UNHESITATINGLY
there is one point at which the women's society. From a pretty wide
IF modern Church is particularly ex- knowledge of the churches, however, I
posed to criticism it is in its rela- am inclined to think that this type of
tion to society. During the past church was and is rare. I have myself
few years the Church has been con- never found one, although plenty of
stantly attacked as out of sympathy people have told me that there were
with and ill adapted to the changing such churches, so to speak, "just
order. Individual churches were said around the corner."
to be hardly more than exclusive clubs Similarly in the case of the charge
meeting weekly and co-operatively that churches are inhospitable toward
supporting a private chaplain and a workingmen. Although I would not
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SHAILER MATHEWS 423
deny that the type exists, I have yet to which dwarfs even,- other sort of phil-
find a church which does not desire to anthropic and charitable agency into
have workingmen join its membership. comparative nothingness. Take, for
There occurs to me a ver\' prosperous example, the charity work which is
church in northern Indiana where the being done by chxu-ches. I do not sup-
head usher is a man who works at the pose that there is a chiirch of any size
bench, while his assistants are his in America that does not have its poor
miUionaire employers. Nor do I think fimd; its deacons that look after its
that such a situation is by any means poor members; and its visiting com-
unusual, although it is probably not mittees, either formally appointed or
common for millionaires to take up the volunteer, who are intimately ac-
collection. quainted with charity organizations
Some time ago the papers were filled or who themselves minister to the poor
with discussions of the experiences of a of the community. Xor does the phil-
voung woman who put on poor clothes anthropic activity of the Church stop
and visited various churches in order to with what may be called ofl&cial doings.
discover what sort of reception wovdd Just as we measiu-e a school by the
be accorded her. As I recall her ad- sympathies and interests of its gradu-
ventures she was sometimes, if not ates, can the Church be judged by the
generally, given a back seat. It is temper of the men and women who are
difficult to see just how far we should under its influence. Look over the
make inductions from the experience list of men and women who are inter-
of a young woman reporter desiring a ested in social settlements, charity
good ston.-, but taking her stor\- at its organizations, hospitals, homes for the
face value it would be rather severe to friendless, orphan asyltuns, relief bodies
judge the attitude of the churches by of all sorts, and I venture the opinion,
the habits of the ushers. There are based, it is true, not on figures, but on
plenty of churches whose custom it is tolerably -wide obser\'ation, that, ex-
to appoint members to act as a wel- cept one per cent, of them, the entire
coming committee at the door, and company came either directly from
even if their smiles do become some- some church or from some family
what stereotyped, the fact that they interested in the Church. I have
are there shows the real attitude of the respect for the philanthropic work done
church, whatever some young usher by secret societies, but when it comes
may do in the way of locating religious to the actual education in altruism,
"spotters." the Church, with its Siinday schools,
The sensible thing to do in all this its missionary' societies, its special com-
discussion is to look at the matter in mittees on the poor, and its persistent
the large, rather than at episodes. The emphasis of the importance of love,
real spirit of the churches of America has an influence which makes that of
"vsill be discovered not in the action of secret societies look small. And this
this or that man or body of men, but fact is all the more remarkable because
in general tendencies as seen in votes the vast majority of churches have no
of representative conventions. If the means whatsoever of stimulating this
Socialist is right in insisting that no- philanthropic interest or of raising
body shall call that Socialism except funds for the assistance of the dis-
what has already been adopted as tressed except by the moral appeal.
a platform by Socialists, organized Curiously enough, however, just at
Christianity has certainly a right to this point we find another widespread,
demand something of the same fair but at the same time most grotesque,
treatment. criticism of the Church. It is said that
men give up alms because they think
Philanthropic Interest of the Church.
they can escape going to hell by so
Now, one looks at what the Church
if doing. It is enough of an answer to
is actually doing in the realm of other such a charge as this simply to ask
than the field of worship, one "wnll dis- the question whether anybody ever
cover a mass of philanthropic activities knew of any person who gave money
424 THE REAWAKENED CHURCH
to relief agencies in order to avoid going no means an ideal minister, but the
to hell? Or to ask who ever heard any mere fact that a group of men and
preacher in any Protestant church ever women are through him regularly
use the pains of hell or the rewards of called to hold sessions for the discussion
heaven as motives for caring for the of altruistic, educational and religious
poor? There may be such appeals, but topics is a force in the community.
to say that they are in any way char- You have only to compare the history
acteristic of our modern church life of towns where such groups were early
is mere nonsense. The motives of formed with towns where such is not
philanthropy which the Church is em- the case, to appreciate the difference.
phasizing to-day are first of all the For instance, compare San Francisco
example of Jesus Christ, and second, with Oklahoma City.
the need of those who should be helped.
In fact, so far as I can discover, the
Work in Cities.
experiences of immortality are all but The work among the masses in our
unmentioned motives for any action cities isbeing conducted much more
whatsoever. They do serve as a basis vigorously by Christian bodies than
for a man's attempt to save himself, appears on the surface. Churches do
but Protestantism is a unit in insisting not hire brass bands or ordinarily use
that salvation cannot be purchased by much advertising space in proclaiming
almsgiving. If there are individual their activities, but it is worth noticing
Christians crude enough and ignorant that they are busy none the less. But
enough to hold the contrary view, here we meet one of the most difficult
they should no more serve as a basis of problems in our present situation.
judging the Church than the man who Our citizenship is not homogeneous but
invariably has a fit of indigestion in the is segregated. In any great city the
face of the enemy should be used as a people of the same nationality are
basis of generalization concerning the grouped together, irresistibly pressing
courage of the army to which he be- out people of other nationalities. For
longs. instance, in the region between Canal
Street, West Houston Street, Broad-
The Social Influence of Missions.
way and North River in New York,
Take the work of the great mission- the population of American and Eng-
ary societies, both home and foreign, lish descent in 1885 numbered 20,743;
of every denomination. The average in 1900, only 3,088. In another section
man never stops to think of the part of New York, south of Canal Street,
these societies are playing in the gen- the population of English and American
eral evolution of a better social order. descent was 12,254 in 1855, and dropped
But the careful student of social facts to 683 in 1900. But this exclusion of
knows that one of the leading reasons one race by another tends to solidify
why America has been able to assim- the newcomers. There is no city of
ilate and make good citizens of the any size that does not have its Jewish
millions who have come from every sort and Italian quarters. Within the limits
of foreign country is the work of the of great cities like Chicago and New
minister, colporteur and Sunday school York there are little towns of pretty
missionary. The records of such bod- nearly every nation under the face of
ies as the American Tract Society, the sun.
the home missionary societies of the Now, it is all very well to say that
Congregationalists, Baptists, Method- the churches, meaning thereby the
ists, and Presbyterians are unexplored Protestant churches, ought to minister
mines for the student of dynamic to these communities, and it is easy to
sociology. Any man who ever saw a find fault with such churches because
pioneer town setting itself a true stand- they do not so minister. But the facts
ard of Americanism will be the first to of the case are that these communities
admit that the preacher, as he is called, have their national churches which, in
is a nucleus of social improvements. a little while, are a considerable power.
He may not know it, he may even be by More than this, communities have
SHAILER MATHEWS 425
singular solidarity and even though fun of the foreign missionary. The
their members are not particularly men who publish our alleged comic
religious, for one of them to turn from papers, when they cannot think of a
even formal relations with one of cartoon on anything else, will revamp
these national churches to a Protestant their pictures of the missionary among
church is to involve one in social ostra- the cannibals. I wish that such per-
cism and very probably economic ruin. sons would take the trouble to learn
The problem of city missions looks very something about missionaries. And I
simple to theman who knows nothing particularly wish that persons who
about it. To those, however, who have lament the annual expenditure of
been responsible for expending thou- millions upon the heathen would learn
sands of dollars in a single Protestant something of the return these ex-
mission for the Italians or the Poles, penditures actually make. Your or-
which has barely a dozen members dinary globe-trotter, who spends a day
after ten years' life, the question is or so in some foreign port and talks
ver}^ perplexing. Are such expendi- with some American resident at the
tures justified by the results of such place, is very apt to come back with
methods ? What are the wise methods some bit of iridescent gossip concern-
to be followed in an attempt to bring ing "rice Christians" and the luxury
Protestants to such communities? of missionaries. It is easier to pick up
Should Protestantism be brought to gossip than it is facts, but if anyone will
them? Or should one co-operate with take the trouble to read the three great
the national church and endeavor to volumes of Doctor Dennis, "Christian
bring about results by influencing their Missions and Social Progress," he will
clerg}' ? get a very different impression.
These are some of the questions that Who are the leaders, for instance, in
are not yet answered by Protestantism. the present awakening of China? I
The city churches have not yet really have not all the facts at mydisposal,
taken the question of religious work in but I know that
a very great proportion
cities seriously, but there is growing up of them were educated in Christian
a ver\' different state of affairs. Re- colleges, notably in that extraordinary
ligious leaders are coming to see that school of Bishop Oldham in Singapore.
the Church must do something more The same is perhaps even more true
than hold prayer-meetings or teach in the case of Japan, and Japan is now
the bible to the unchurched masses. rapidly developing a strong Christian-
It must help them to meet their social ity of its ovm. type. The fact is,
needs, and to this end we have the Christian missionaries to-day are em-
institutional church springing up in the phatically social workers. Practically
midst of needy settlements. In this every mission station in the world has
connection particular mention ought its school, and ever\^ large center of
to be made of the work of the Episco- mission activity has its hospital as well.
palians in New York, the Judson The missionaries of Africa, like the
Memorial Church on Washington Square missionaries among all savage people,
in the same city, the Baptist Temple are apostles of agriculture as well
in Philadelphia, and the Chicago as of the gospel. Syria has not only a
Commons in Chicago. It is invidious Protestant college that is a peer of
even to mention one group of workers nine-tenths of the colleges of America,
rather than another, but one cannot and which, with Roberts College, Con-
withhold mention of Dr. W. S. Rains- stantinople, and similar institutions of
ford and Edward Judson in New York, Asia Minor, has been the ver>' breeding
of Russell Con well in Philadelphia, place of the reforms operative in the
and of Graham Taylor in Chicago. Turkish Empire, but the Presbyterian
mission at Beyrout has one of the most
The Social Significance of Foreign
remarkable printing establishments in
Missions.
the world, from which a constant
Similarly in the case of foreign mis- stream of good literature is flowing
sions. Nothing is easier than to make throughout Syria and the region be-
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426 THE REAWAKENED CHURCH
one thing to care for the sick and the
destitute, and it is quite another to face
the questions of the rights of labor and
those other problems, answers to which,
if properly made, would largely remove
Illustrated by A. W. Grann
Bill" in the intimate relation of teacher turn came that the offending mono-
and pupil, although they had fre- syllable got the pronunciation of "long
quently encountered him on questions i" which Dr. Tassie wanted. Chick
of deportment, and rosined palms and achieved the rendition of the poem as
429
430 SPINAL MAGINNIS, LITERARY UPLIFTER
far as "Here with my rifle and my class, Harry was a lover of books as
steed," but a sharp glance from the well as of his fellows, and had it in him
iominie and a "Yes, yes! my own, m-y to stop the rout for tha sake of the
rery own rifle; my own, m.y very own class if he had any sort of luck.
steed," marked his finish. But Chick He was familiar with the verses and
was the champion boxer of the lower showed an appreciation of the senti-
school, and had a sturdy native force ment as far as he went. But, unfor-
of character that the doctor respected, tunately. Dr. Tassie was a stickler for
and instead of the impending storm "wynd," and Harry's father had taught
that all felt was hovering, he only him to pronounce it "wind," even in
added, "I am not surprised that you, poetry, so he went down with the rest.
Wallace, descended from a race of " Winded !" was the sotto voce com-
horsemen, should feel a personal inter- ment.
est in the steed." And so it came to Spinal, and dire
It began to look like a general panic, disaster could not be far behind him.
and they well knew that the tawse got But, to the blank amazement. of all,
in its deadliest work when that calam- recklessly ignoring his book, he spoke
ity struck a class. out with confidence, feeling, proper
Even now, if Showinoff Mackenzie emphasis and a mellow Dublin accent:
could have done as well, the day might
have been saved for the Berserkers, but "Ay, this is freedom, these pure skies
Were never stained with village smoke;
Showinoff, following his unfortunate The fragrant wind that through them flies
destiny, pinned his faith to the ringing Is breathed from wastes by plow unbroke.
tone in which he cried, "Ay, this is Here with me rifle and me steed
freedom!" entirely ignoring Chick's And her who left the world for me,
I plant me where the red deer feed
correct pronunciation, and smashing "
In the green dessert
to bits Dr. Tassie's patience.
The gentlemanly, if exacting and It was too good to last and ended in
sarcastic Dr. Tassie, before their eyes a stumble and mispronunciation which
became transformed in a moment to called forth a thunderous "Stop! What
the implacable despot known as "Old do you mean, sir, by green dessert?
Bill." As when the djinn of the Doubtless your mind is running on
legend, released from the jar, expanded fresh thistles. I do not refer to your
to dimensions of overshadowing terror nationality but to your asininity."
above the cowering fishermen, so Dr. Poor Spinal would surely get a
Tassie seemed visibly to be augmented double licking. Old Bill, who was
above the scared Berserkers. Flushed popularly supposed to have chipped
face, flashing eyes, clenched hands, off the missing corners of his front teeth
swelling veins on forehead, and springy in paroxysms of rage, was now surely
poise on toes augured ill for them, and grinding jaws together!
his But
they shrank into their seats. Spinal, with the innocence of the lamb
With awful front. Dr. Tassie, drew in the fable, said, "Please, sir, I did not
from his desk the tawse, triple lashed learn that far."
and hardened by fire. Age could not "Learn? Where did you learn as
stale nor custom wither this black in- far as you 'learned'?" and with the
strument of torture, and placing it in question an unlooked-for calm came
his coat tail pocket he strode back to over Dr. Tassie's classic features.
the class. Spinal 's absolute plausibility had dis-
Harry Freeman faced the enemy armed the suspicion of intentional
with the dogged Anglo-Saxon courage blundering which one who knew him
which never knows when it is beaten. might well harbour, and had left the
Although filled to overflowing with way open for returning memories of
that spirit of uncompromising resist- his beautiful Irish accent which had
ance to compulsory education which impressed Dr. Tassie most favorably.
later won for him the unchallenged "I learned it in Mr. Moyles' room,
record for all time of a licking a day sir." Spinal pronounced the name with
for ten consecutive days in the Caesar Larry's own broad Irish accent.
—
JOHN PATRICK MACKENZIE 431
"And how did that happen?" ment had some advantages. Time is
"Why, sir, when I was in the second, up. The class is dismissed. All report
I was kept in one day for moving Mr. to me
after school."
Mo5des' table to the edge of his platform As they
filed off to Miss Crawford's
so that it tumbled over when he room for their French lesson all felt
touched it" a. bottle had rolled out, that punishment was only deferred.
but that part of the story was not for "I wish he had given us our licking
outsiders
— "and, instead of flogging now so that we could go swimming
me, he said he would read to me some after school," Spinal grunted. "It
of the gems from the reader I should will take him an hour to get through
have if I ever by chance got into the with us all."
third. 'The Slave's Dream' was one, "Ay, this is freedom," Harry Free-
and 'The Wreck of the Hesperus' an- man muttered as the class assembled
other, and 'To a Waterfowl.' But when before Dr. Tassie's desk after four
he got to the 'Hunter of the Prairies' he o'clock.
repeated that line about the rifle and The conversation as they waited
the steed over and over, making me say there was naturally on the subject of
it after him. Mr. Moyles made me flogging. Yankee had related with
imagine m^^self hunting with rifle and pride how once, when mispromoted for
steed, and when he thought that I had a day to the lower third (because of
the meaning he said that it was the deceptively rapid growth it was and not
best day's work he had ever done with on account of qualifications), he had
me and let me go." read "It was a summer's evening. Old
"I do not know which to admire Caspar's work was done," and had
most," said Dr. Tassie, "your power of received a poor licking ("poor" was
imitation or your ingenuousness. I the superlative) punctuated ^\'ith "Old
must say Mr. Myles' method of punish- Bill's" "It was, so it was"' and
Chummy was telling
how last year's lower
thirdhad been flogged
from head to foot for
the mispronunciation
of Italy. "Not I-t-t-
1-e-y, Ittle-ly" (a cut
with each letter and
syllable) "butI-t-a-1-y,
I-ta-ly" —
when the
oppressor appeared.
In his hand he car-
ried a red book, which
he informed them was
the new fifth reader,
just issued to the
upper school, and,
holding it respectfully
in his left hand and
adjusting his glasses
precisely with his
right, he announced
that he was about to
punish according to
Mr, Myles' plan, by
reading one of Macau-
lay's lays.
'
' '
two second form boys laboriously pad- faster on the steep slope as his muscles
dling a heavy scow out in the middle became stronger and more supple, until
of the broad river became gentlemen at length, having outstripped all his
adventurers of the Spanish Main in the fellows, he sought swifter rivalry and
light of Harry Dixon's quotation, won a great name, thereafter to be pro-
"They were the first that ever burst nounced reverently as a Greek might
into that silent sea." Creek boys had that of the swift-footed Achilles, and
never before been known to break the coupled as his with the story of his
rule which forbade them from going fame, thus, (with the accent on the
out on the river above the da.ii, until penult) " Main-wnr-ing that kept up
regularly tried by a big boy and certi- with the train." From the water tank
fied as river boys. to thestation he ran a dead heat.
Our worthies, happy in their un- What time had he to tell them that the
heard-of immunity, were laughing at correct pronunciation was Mannering,
the small boys' cheek when they heard when locomotives were to be raced?
Dr. Tassie's deep "Ah, h'm! h'm'" and And so it went at that.
looked around with a start. His eagle And at the foot of the long hill stood
eye took in the situation at a glan.;e. Blain's mill. Was there not a hot
Some fifth form boys were just coming fight around a mill at Waterloo ? And
out of school. Turning to them, he here, said legends, various but uniting
said, "Ryerson, can you swim well?" to agree on the main fact of victory.
"Yes, sir." Miller and Ryan, the greatest fighters
"Then go down to the river, swim the school had ever known, drove in
out to those boys and bring them to headlong rout dozens, or scores (or was
me at the house." it hundreds?) of the hated Baikie Apes.
The ten ran off, not feeling free to Even as they stopped to recount
laugh in his presence, Dr. Tassie re- these Homeric stories they saw a party
maining to make clear to the navigators of unmistakable Baikies turn into
in which direction they must paddle. Goose Hollow.
It really made very little difference, for Every Gait boy remembers that de-
they were too small to make much pro- lightful lane, which in those days
gress in the heavy scow; but Ryerson, diverged from the main road, ran to an
being a strong swimmer, towed them apex at the orchard where the old
ashore, making a fitting beginning of Frenchwoman sold "ze sweet apeel
the career of life-saving which he has or ze sour apeel" according to taste,
since followed at home and on South and brought one back again to the
African battlefields. road at the mill.
It is a remarkable fact that with all So far, they had cautiously avoided
the freedom permitted to the boys, the common enemy, the town boys,
both large and small, an instance was leaving to the bigger boys the glory of
never known of one being drowned at maintaining the honour of the school
Gait school. Indeed, Dr. Tassie never in periodic fights. But a new spirit
appeared to have any fear of such a had taken possession of them, and,
calamity. Tradition says that he once though they ran violently down the
replied with a grim smile to an anxious steep hill, it did not seem to be a de-
mother, who was alarmed on learning moniac, but rather an heroic spirit,
that there were no bounds at Gait for the glory of battle was in their
except as regarded the town, "My dear hearts.
madam, there is no danger. Gait boys Harry Freeman shouted:
JOHX PATRICK MACKENZIE 433
"I, with two more to help me, can keep the
foe at play,
—
through a garden ^all but Firecrackers.
may He stood his ground for a moment,
In yon straight path a thousand well
be stopped by three. and then, scorning to retreat, made
Now who will stand on either hand and keep a feint at his opponent, upsetting him
the lane with me?" by a kick on his trembling legs, dodged
Spinal and pushed him into Harry,
This seemed a van' fitting senti- went through the others like the last
ment. So Harry, Spinal and Showin- —
man free at prisoner's base ^and ran
off turned into the lane, and several plump into Dr. Tassie, who stepped
bovs followed. Yankee, who since his into view just as Firecrackers went to
recent promotion had quickly found in turn the corner of the high board fence.
Euclid fit food for his logical mind, cried "^Vhat's this? What's this?" he ex-
"Any two sides of a triangle are to- claimed as he collared the boy.
gether greater than the third," and "We were playing 'Horatius at the
led the others to the far end of the lane Bridge,' sir," said Harry, who, in his
and cut off the foe in that direction. enthusiasm, seemed to have lost all
They did not seem to need much cut- fear of Dr. Tassie.
ting off; for, hearing the pursuit, they "Ah, which is Horatius?"
turned back, about as many as the "The boy you are holding is most
united party, and, before Showinoff like him, I think, sir. At least, he was
knew it he was around the bend of the facing us alone."
lane and facing the leader. A fearless- "You do not mean to say that you
eyed, firm-standing, deep-chested boy would fight a town boy, ten to one?"
he was; somewhat shorter than his "Xo, sir. He and Showinoff were
opponent, but with a natural fighter's to have a single combat. The rest of
poise, which caused doubts as to the them ran away when some of their side
glory of war to arise in Showinoff's called out 'Miller and Ryan'."
mind. And when one of the Baikies "Miller and Ryan? There were two
called out, "Keep back, fellows. Fire- boys of those names who left here some
crackers can do him up," his knees time ago. Fighters, too, if I remember
fairly knocked together; for great was aright."
the fame of Firecrackers, the young "Yes, sir; and, you see, they are still
Baikie champion. Being the foremost fighting for the school."
of the party there was nothing to do "To be sure," said Dr. Tassie, with
but put up his hands in an awkward a faraway look. "The Great Twin
imitation of the first principles of box- Brethren who fought so well for Rome.
ing as shown him by a big brother dur- That is another of Macaulay's Lays
ing the last holidays. which I must read to you for your next
Both sides halted to see the combat. punishment."
Harr\- declaimed "But vnll ye dare to Then, to Showinoff's speechless
follow if Astur leads the way ?" Show- amazement and disma}', he said to Fire-
inoff "wished he would quit quoting crackers, "My fine fellow, would you
Horatius: it would look so much worse like to fight it out with our champion?
to get beaten after that. I will see fair play."
Firecrackers had landed twice on his Firecrackers turned to him with a
uncertain guard, and he felt sure the look of defiance and replied, "I'm no
next one would reach his nose or eyes, Tassie ape that has to fight when you
when the cry went up among the Baik- say so, you old bloke." Oh, how they
ies, "Miller and Ryan! Miller and respected and envied him! Dr. Tassie
Ryan!" In reality it was Yankee, released his hold in consternation, and
who was tall for his age, and Fatty, who Firecrackers slowly backed away and
was very broad for his, appearing in the turned the corner, still facing back and
rear in advance of their party. It must making signs of contempt as he dis-
have been the error of an imagination appeared.
disordered by excitement, but it served "And even the ranks of Tuscany
to save the day. The Baikies fled by a could scarce forbear to cheer," as
flank movement, over a fence and Hany- put it.
434 SPINAL MAGINNIS, LITERARY UPLIFTER
"From one point of view," said Dr. At and Wobbleshanks, the en-
Skilligalee
Tassie, "you may be Etruscans; but, trance to the lake,
from another, you are Romans: for
We might have passed the whole fleet if
they'd hove to and wait;
'The gods who live forever have fought We drove them right before us, the prettiest
for Rome to-day'." ever you saw.
That was a memorable day when Dr. Right down into Lake Huron through the
Straits of Mackinaw.
Tassie came down from Olympus and
walked with men on earth. Chorus.
He strode on ahead slowly and Watch her! Catch her! jump up on her juba ju.
majestically, leading Spinal by the ear, Oh! give her a sheet and let her boil, the boys' II
and talking to him with an interest put her through.
which they had never seen him show You ought to 'ave seen her howling as the wind
was blowing free,
in any boy before. The others fol- On her passage down to Buffalo from Mil-
lowed at a respectful distance. At the wau-kee-ee-ee.
gate he stopped to finish what he was
Abreast of Port Huron, both anchors we
saying, and, although they slackened
let go,
their pace as much as possible, was still And we signalled for the Sweepstakes to
talking as they came up. He was say- take us all in tow.
ing "The peroration of his review of The Huntress put a stern line out to give us
Mitford's History of Greece is, to my
more relief,
And the Aigle de Mar ran slap bang into the
mind, unsurpassed," when he spied stem of the Maple Leaf.
Ryerson hurrying up with the captured
navigators and grinning as he came. We sailed down Lake Erie while the wind
"Ah, Ryerson," said Dr. Tassie. was blowing free,
Until we passed Long Point and left Port
"What were they doing when you Colborne on the lee.
rescued them? Scanning the horizon What's that, my boys, before us, like a
for a sail?" meteor bright and clear?
Right before us like a blazing star is the light
"No, sir; they were singing 'The
on Buffalo pier.
Cruise of the Mary Jane.' That is,
Evans was, and Baker joined in the Dr. Tassie had evidently taken a
chorus." sudden fancy to Spinal, whom he
Dr. Tassie was surely mellowing, for, marched by the ear once more
off
instead of leading the two small boys when the song was ended. Spinal, as
away to punishment, he said, "I would he passed from sight, winked with his
like to hear a song that has power off eye while he gazed at his captor
to sustain the heart through such confidingly with the nigh one. Chum-
peril. Come to the play room and my said, "Old Bill little knows what
sing it. These boys will form an he is going up against when he chums
audience." with Mr. Maginnis." Spinal did not
Young Evans was web footed, and come back to earth that afternoon, but
destined to become Skipper Evans, at tea time he was seen sitting at the
the greatest sailor on inland American head of the table eating jam with great
waters, so he was able to forget Dr. dignity out of Dr. Tassie's private jam
Tassie's awe-inspiring presence, and pot. After tea, the only explanation
the unsympathetic critics around him, he would give them was that "Old
and sing the old lake chantey, putting Bill" admired
his Irish accent.
all the wail and sigh of the breeze into No accent, however, would
Irish
it. The two cabalistic words, "Skilli- account for Spinal's industry during
galee and Wobbleshanks," with which the following week, and nothing could
this riotous song captures the attention wile him from his mysterious labours.
in so uproarious a fashion, stand in the He was "kept in," and when anybody
lake sailors' lingo for two well-known asked him questions he merely smiled
geographical points —
Isle aux Galets exasperatingly.
and Waugochance lighthouse, but it A fifth-form boy shared his confine-
has never yet been made known to a ment one day on account of the un-
lansdman what part of a vessel the reasonably obscure Way in which
juba-ju is. Xenophon wrote his Greek. He owned
pROM ONE POINT OF VIEW," SAID DR. TASSIE, "YOV MAY BE ETRCSCANS. FOR 'THE GODS WHO
LIVE FOR EVER HAVE FOUGHT FOR ROME TO-DAY'." HE STRODE AHEAD SLOWLY
AND MAJESTICALLY, LEADING SPINAL BY THE EAR
435
436 SPINAL MAGINNIS. LITERARY UPLIFTER
the only name in the whole school of our scholars better than could be
which was admitted to be better than conveyed in any words of mine. Rod-
—
any nickname Mungo Strathbogie — erick MacPherson, recite the passage in
and was a recent importation from Macaulay 's review of Mitford's History
Scotland, already known to fame as the of Greece, beginning, 'If we consider
singer of a ditty about merely the subtlety of disquisition'."
Cauld kail in Aberdeen, To say that Spinal shone would be
And kail kastocks in Stra 'bogie. far short of the truth. Language is
Ilka lass maun hae her lad, inadequate to describe the wonder of
But I maun hae ma
cogie.
his performance. He had been care-
and as the perpetrator, under excite- fully coached by Larry Myles, it turned
ment, of a wonderful broad Scotch out, and, for some mysterious reason,
dialect which had made him a standing had evidently put in a lot of hard work
joke so that he had only to open his himself; while the memory necessary
mouth to provoke a general uproar. to do what he did was something
Stretching himself and yawning after which he had never been suspected of
a protracted wrestle with the famous having.
Greek,Mungo observed Spinal and was The whole school sat fairly stunned
much as was that famous prisoner
glad, as he spoke familiarly of "The brilliant
who made friends with a mouse. fancy of Cicero; the withering fire of
"Say, arena you the youngster they Juvenal; the plastic imagination of
callSpinal Maginnis that always says Dante; the humour of Cervantes; the
words wrang? What's that you're comprehension of Bacon; the wit of
grinding at?" Butler; the supreme and universal ex-
Without waiting for permission he cellence of Shakespeare." But the
investigated, and shook his head por- fifth form boy who had been kept in
tentously. on accountof Xenophon squirmed
"Macaulay on Mitford's History of when Spinal boldly asserted that all
Greece ? Ay Dinna let them get any
! these had sprung directly or indirectly
stuff like that into your head, boy. from the great works of Athenian
It's a shame the language was ever in- genius.
vented. 'The immortal influence of His hearers were almost moved to
Athens' forsooth! should say 'The
I tears when he stated that "wherever
immoral influence of Athens'." a few great minds have made a stand
"Aw, go on!" answered Spinal scorn- against violence and fraud, in the cause
fully, but his eyelid flickered upward of liberty and reason, there has been
for an instant as might that of a mule the spirit of Athens in the midst of
that had been persuaded to refrain them; inspiring, encouraging, consol-
from kicking for an unconscionable ing;by the lonely lamp of Erasmus;
period. by the restless bed of Pascal; in the
Next day the school assembled in tribune of Mirabeau; in the cell of
the main hall to be displayed before Galileo; on the scaffold of Sidney."
the Provincial Inspector of Schools, Dr. Tassie beamed as Spinal went on
who was an important personage and swimmingly, "Wherever literature con-
an enthusiast on Greek literature, and soles sorrow, or assuages pain —
wherever
with him was a party of prominent it brings gladness to eyes which fail
Toronto ladies and gentlemen, all of with wakefulness and tears, and ache
whom were visiting the noted school for the dark house and the long sleeps
for the first time. there is exhibited, in its noblest form,
Dr. Tassie bowed to the visitors in the immoral influence of Athens."
courtly wise, and spoke in his most It has been said that the Scots are
sonorous tones. not quick at the uptake, but Mungo
"Mr. Inspector, ladies and gentle- was ready and waiting. He let out a
men, I can not better introduce to you raucous Doric whoop which, amid un-
our school than by means of a controllable laughter, was echoed by
recitation by one of our lower school the whole school.
pupils, which will embody the ideals Old Bill's expression of comolacencv
!
HOME-COMING 437
changed to pale rage. Raising his handsome volume," it was too much
hand he stopped the performance and for him, and he decided at once to be-
beckoned to Spinal to follo^u' him with come a "poler" just for a week. The vein
almost one gesture, and, after calling of talent which he discovered startled
on Herr Von Post to review the upper even himself; the hard work which he
fourth form in German, he made a plodded through without complaint
courtly bow to the visitors and hast- surprised his best friends; and then to
ened from the hall, unable to trust his lose the prize "just because of the fussi-
voice to further speech. ness of a centaurious old ruffian."
What passed there was gathered, Sentiments of sympathy and resent-
bit by bit, from Spinal as time soft- ment were generally expressed as
ened the memon^-. The tawse of course Spinal told his wrongs to the back
supplied the punctuation. room, but Chummy, "official censor of
"You — —
young — —varlet -I'll Spinalisms", felt it his duty to correct
teach — — — — —
you -not to play -your his friend's language.
—pranks
— — —— — —
on me. I told ^}'ou " 'Censorious' you mean, dear boy.'
that — —
it — — —
-must ^be right to a "No, I don't. 'Centatu-ious' is the
—
•
HOME-COMING
BY JOHN DUNCAN HOWE
AM
come back where first I saw the morning;
I w^ho was lonely to sleep here at home.
I,
By Elsa Barker
s
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particular poems and by a few parallel degree in some of the Odes of Hafiz'
passages, some of the more special cor- it is shown also in the expression of
respondences between Whitman and the joys of the Persian mighty moun-
438
: ! ! : : "
tain Kaf, "whereon hinges the -world," My faith is the greatest of faiths and the
least of faiths.
at the end of the Road traveled by the Enclosing worship ancient and modem and
dauntless souls in "The Bird Parlia- all between ancient and modem;
ment" of Attar; it is shown over and Believing I shall come again upon the earth
over again in the poetr\' of Walt Whit- after five thousand years.
Waiting responses from oracles, honoring
man. With the Orientals this ecstasy the gods, saluting the sun.
generally flows toward the Divine Making a fetich of the first rock or stump,
Being or the expression of the Divine powwowing with the sticks in the circle
Being in human form; with Whitman of obis.
Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims
it is sometimes the joy in the Divine,
^^the lamps of the idols,
sometimes the joy in another human Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic
being, sometimes the joy in himself, procession, rapt and austere in the
sometimes the ecstasy in Nature .:s in — woods of a gymnosophist,
Drinking mead from the skull-cup to Shastas
his rhapsody to night and the earth
and Vedas admirant, minding the
"I am he that walks with the tender and Koran,
growing night, Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore
I call to the earth and the sea half-held by from the stone and knife, beating the
serpent-skin drum.
Press
the night.
close, bare-bosomed night ^press — Accepting the gospels, accepting Him that
close, magnetic nourishing night! crucified, knowing assuredly that
was
—
Night of the south winds ^night of the few he is divine,
large stars! To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer
Still nodding night —mad, naked summer rising, or sitting patiently in a pew.
night. Ranting and frothing in my insane cries,
or waiting dead-still till my spirit
Smile, O voluptuous cool-breathed earth! arouses me.
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Looking forth on pavement and land, or
Earth of departed sunset earth of the— outside of pavement and land,
mountains misty-topt Belonging to the winders of the circuit of
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon ** i circuits,
just tinged with blue! One of that centripetal and centrifugal
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide gang, I turn and talk like a man leaving
of the river! charges before a journey.
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter
and clearer for my sake Expressing his faith, and his passive-
Far-swooping elbowed earth —rich apple-
ness in the hands of the powers, he
blossomed earth!
Smile, for your lover comes." sa^'s
A third quality of the Orientals is "I do not doubt interiors have their interiors,
•lassiveness of the soul in the power of and exteriors their exteriors, and that
the eyesight has another eyesight, and
:he Great Law, or God. This reaches the hearing another hearing, and the
its ultimate in the soul of the Hindoo. voice another voice.
He is in the hands of his God and of the I do not doubt that the passionately wept
karma of his past births. He knows deaths of young men are provided for,
and that the deaths of young women
no revolt. Only the demons, to the and little children are provided for.
Indian rrind, revolt against the Great (Do you think life was so well provided for,
Law. The revolters are never in India and Death, the purport of all Life, is
as in the West —
as in Prometheus and not well provided for?)
other Occidental conceptions the lib- — I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter
what the horrors of them, no matter
era tor<;. No, the revolters r.re the whose wife, child, husband, father,
demons, in India. And Whitman is lover, has gone down, are provided for,
passive as the Hindoo in the hands of to the minutest points.
his Deity. He points ever onward, I do not doubt that whatever can possibly
happen anywhere at any time, is pro-
and onward; but it is with him always vided for in the inherences of things."
because it is the Great Law that we
shall go onward. He realizes the beauty Then, fourth, the great calm of Whit-
and the use of all the religions of all man. I do not think he acquired this
the priests from the beginning. He calm from soaking himself in those
says writers; it was temperamental with
"I do not despise you priests, all time,5the him. It is a natural and only semi-
world over. conscious kinship I am tr\'ing to show,
440 WHAT WHITMAN LEARNED FROM THE EAST
not a deliberate discipleship. Whit- has seemed to many unique in him.
man was not a disciple of the Orientals, that of calling on himself by name in
nor of anyone else. He was himself, his poems (as, "What do you see, Walt
he was a dervish accidentally or pur- — Whitman," etc.) and of singing his own
posely, as you will —
dropped here in praises. All of the Persian poets call
our materialistic Western world. Be- on themselves in their poems thus by
ing himself all love and all sympathy, name: Hafiz, Omar, Nizami, Jami,
he takes this world into himself and all of them. This has been called the
expresses the soul of it through his Persian copyright, and the Persian
poems. This poise, this Eastern calm, poets stamped their work as their own
so permeate all Whitman's work that in this way. And they are always
illustrations here are unnecessary. singing their own praises.
They are everywhere in his book. Let us take as an illustration the
The fifth great quality that marks Persian poet Nizami, who lived about
his relationship to the Orientals and — eight hundred years ago. And I want
the quality in him which is most for- to say again that I am not accusing
eign to the Anglo-Saxon consciousness Whitman of borrowing from Nizami.
— is his simplicity and frankness in I do not know that he ever saw the
approaching the mystery of sex. To book that I shall quote from, the
the Anglo-Saxon that is something to Sikander Nama, which is the epic of
—
be apologized for or at least to be the conquests of Alexander the Great
discreetly kept out of sight. But as elaborated in Persian legend, Sikan-
Whitman does not exaggerate sex. der being the Persian name for Alex-
He merely gives it place as one of the ander.
phenomena of life. He speaks of it Turn to the opening of the Sikander
as simply and naturally as he speaks of Nama. It is prefaced by page after
the sunrise or the sea, the day or the page of inscriptions of one kind and
night. It is —
that is enough for him. another, like Whitman's "Leaves of
As he would say: That, too, is in its Grass." And I know of no other
place —
for reasons. He would have Western book so prefaced. One of
seen the super-mortal beauty of some these introductory chapters of Nizami's
of the Oriental poems which are con- epic is called "On the pre-excellence of
sidered untranslatable in full by our this book over all other books." That
English Oriental scholars, such at Gita has a familiar sound to Whitman
Govinda. He would have understood readers. Among many other similar
the story in the Vana Parva of the passages hear these of Nizami:
Mahabharata about the maiden who "What knowest thou of the knowledge I
fell in love with the rising sun. The myself express? I will strike the drum
Children of Adam poems are Oriental at my own door.
in feeling, in conception, in develop-
"With such valuable jewels of verse as mine.
ment. No Western poet except Whit- The need of one jewel-appreciating con-
man ever would have written them, stantly arises.
or ever could have written them. They
"I will dig diamonds from my own mine,
are like the fruit of Jayadeva grafted I willplace with his soul the package of my
on the trees of modern science and soul.
democracy. «
"I am the cypress-pruner of the garden of
So far I have shown only Whitman's speech.
fundamental unity with the Oriental
"Like Venus, place dirams in the balance.
writers. Now I will show more in de-
But when I
I
give — I give without weighing.
tailthe peculiar resemblance between
him and certain of the poets of the "Who has beheld over a colored rose
East. But I can only touch upon the A nightingale of more lofty voice than I?
subject; can only give a hint, a sug- "I come to the banquet to illumine the
gestion here and there. To treat it assembly."
adequately would require a volume. "If I had seen a rose tree better than myself,
W^alt Whitman has been much I would have plucked from it the red or the
criticized for a characteristic which yellow rose.
—, :
he proceeds to tell us of the sea-fight. the path taken by mankind, that path
In the midst of his narrative of is mine."
"One who traveled in the Desert, "The illuminated sage regards with equal
* Saw Majnum where he was sitting mind an illuminated, selfish Brahmin, a
All alone like a Magician cow, an elephant, a dog, and an outcast
Tracing letters in the sand. vho eats the flesh of dogs."
'O distracted Lover! writing
What the sword-wind of the Desert In the poem "Salut Au Monde,"
Undeciphers so that no one Whitman identifies himself with the
After you shall understand.' earth, his soul with the soul of the
"Majnum answered — 'I am writing earth, his identity with the identity of
Only for myself, and only every animate and inanimate thing
—
"Laila" if forever "Laila" upon the earth or in the atmosphere
Writing, in that word a Volume, around the earth. He says:
Over which forever poring.
From her very name I sip "Within me latitude widens, longitude
In fancy, till I drink her lip'." lengthens,
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the East
These are only two instances out of America is provided for in the West,
hundreds. Banding the bulge of the earth winds the
hot equator. Curiously north and
As I have said before, I do not know south turn the axis-ends,
how much Whitman knew of the Per- Within me is the longest day, the sun wheels
sian poets, but we all know that Emer- in slanting rings, it does not set for
son was more or less familiar with months.
Stretched in due time within me the mid-
them. And, by the way, while we are
night sun just rises above the horizon
speaking of interesting parallels, I will and sinks again.
quote something else from Attar's Within me zones, seas, cataracts, forests,
"Bird Parliament." The wanderers volcanoes, groups, Malaysia, Polynesia,
on the road have finally reached the
Source of all things, Allah. Those who
are familiar with Emerson's poem, You
*******
and the great West Indian Islands."
death and the birth of those who are to richer. And no one can rob El Khizr.
be The whole of creation springs These are the old truths, the old revela-
from me as from a womb . • • • I am ^^^^^ ^^^^ ^^,^-^ f^^ ^U devotees who
the taste m water, the light m the sun and v
have the courage ^to i-r^
^i ^i -i
lift the veil,
moon, sound in space, the mascuHne es-
sence in men, the sweet smell in the earth, The poet gives out to the world the
and the brightness of the fire." wealth from the storehouse of race
I have not space for any more quota- experience and ra-^e wisdom. Behind
tions or further elaboration of the sub- Whitman and behind every master
jeitt;but I have said enough to show —
poet even,^ "Answerer" is the great —
what I believe to have been the source storehouse of all the thought, and all
of Whitman's inspiration. And in the the feeling, and all the experience, and
final analysis, what does it matter all the aspiration of the ages. The true
whether he consciously or unconscious- poet expresses m.any things he does not
ly took his own wherever he found it? himself understand. He is the legacy
The masters always do. The process of the past to the present and the
of mental and emotional assimilation future. The individual poet is but a
which these passages suggest is the mouthpiece for the great dumb forces
process by which truth has been passed behind. He is the mouth of the race-
on from one age to another, from being, he is. as Haftz says, "the voice
teacher to pupil, from generation to of the voiceless." To him, as Whit
generation. If through the "wide read- man himself has said, "has been given
."
ing of his early days and his meditation the divine power to spe.ik wcrj'
EVENING
ON THE LAKE OF BAYS
BY FRANCES MOULE
THEA wind comes
mist creeps
chill from the bay to-night,
over the lake beyond,
And the shadowy islands sink from sight,
As night drives on.
E ORTH
ILLUSTRAT RSON
SYNOPSIS
The report comes in to the Montreal papers that several mysterious murders have
occurred in the North Shore woods, and the Indians believe some evil spirit in the shape of
a wolf is responsible for them. At first little attention is paid to the "scare," but when a
hard-headed millionaire leaves his summer cottage and says his wife has been nearly fright-
ened out of her reason by the sight of a mysterious Thing That Limps prowling about the
house, the newspapers send representatives to cover the story. Four men and one woman
reporter meet on the ground, and under chaperonage of the millionaire's housekeeper take
possession of his luxurious cottage, prepared to enjoy a "soft assignment." They learn that
all the Indians are lea zing the country, and that, as one farmer puts it, " they 's some-
thin' we don't know about up here," but a'-e inclined to think the panic unfounded. They
cover the country, but wich the exception of a Ch'naman who says he is raising mush-
rooms in underground cellars, and whose hands are singularly well kept for a farmer's.
find nothing unusual, until evening, when Morton, the deputy sheriff, gallops in, abject
with terror of the werewolf, which he has met on a lonely road. The next evening when
they are photographing Nora on the lawn she suddenly screams out that the werewolf is
near her, but no trace of it can be found. In the shock of danger Brady realizes that he loves
her and tells her so. Emmett meantime goes to develop the plate, and finds he has photo-
graphed the creature crouching to spring upon Nora. Swanson goes out to patrol the
premises, meets the werewolf and goes utterly to pieces. Later in the night the thing
creeps up to the front window, is fired at by Brady, but manages to make its escape.
Brady follows it. Next morning all the party, except Brady, leave for civilization. The
sheriff gallops up, says a white child has been murdered, and asks Brady to warn the
Chinamen to leave. Brady rides into Lee Ming's yard unexpectedly, straight into a pack
of lunatics, headed by the werewolf, who attack him. Lee Ming opens fire upon him,
breaking his arm, but he makes his escape and joins his companions at Iroquois.
was not likely that any of them would acting like one. The muscles and flesh
—
let the matter slip people who did that
were more than likely to die of a sud-
of the face had fallen in and the lower
jaw retrograded, while a long nose gave
—
den illness pretty soon after -but some- it a peculiar resemblance to its foster
how somebody got hold of it. and cer- parents. Its feet were badly deformed
tain people who hated Tsi An were dis- and bitten, and it limped in a jerky,
covered to have learned of the existence trailing fashion on its heels. Its hands
of the second heir. The two counsel- were crooked like claws, and the nails
lors died shortly after partaking of a were very long and thick from grubbing
meal at the palace, and from Lee Ming's for roots. I —
saw 'em ^they looked
expression when he told that part of it, more like talons than hands. It
I fancy he fixed up the dose himself. didn't talk, but grunted and whined.
Anyhow, he didn't die, and she seems "I don't pretend to know w-hy Tsi
to have trusted him as much as she An didn't have the thing put out of its
ever did anybody. There were no miser}' then and there. But whether
proofs; and those who had an inkling she had any lingering remnants of
promptly proceeded to forget the motherly affection for the creature
details. It was the safest thing for she had brought into the world, or
them. whether the Chinese idea that a mother
"But somebody in the conspiracy who kills her firstborn is doomed to
that was then on foot against the Em- horrible punishment held her murder-
press managed to kidnap the baby and ous old hands, nobody can say now.
fled out of Pekin with it. Probably Anyway, she didn't kill it. Instead,
they meant to await the course of she appointed Lee Ming its guardian,
events, and when they had the Em- and for some years the thing was under
press on the run produce the rightful his care.
heir; But they hadn't got ver\' far "From what he said, I judge the task
on their humanitarian little trip when was an unpleasant one. It got worse
a bunch of Hung-huses sw'ooped down as it grew older, and to begin with, it
on 'em and wiped the whole procession was far more wolf than human. Two
out. or three times it got away from its
"Now, here's the queer part of it. keepers and committed a few assorted
Somehow they missed the baby when murders. Towards Tsi An, who saw
they sacked th=e caravan, and five or it at rare intervals, it manifested a
six vears after some hunters that were venomoMS hatred until 1 gather that
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446 THE SCARLET STRAND
she began to fear for her own Hfe on with a second or third hand atmosphere
some of its Httle excursions. in it. During the day Lee Ming kept
"About four or five years ago she 'em in there, and after dusk he turned
resolved upon its banishment to a 'em loose in his truck gardens. That's
distant country as the easiest solution why those fields looked so well kept
of the problem. Lee Ming was to there was a dozen men at work in 'em
chaperone it, being an educated China- instead of two. The mushroom bed
man with experience of the ways of story was a likely one, and nobody
vvhite folk — h3 says he was once con- thought to question it. It was far
nected with the Chinese embassy at from the roadway, anyhow, and he had
Washington. Anyhov\ by e.'erdse of
, few visitors. This also accounted for
his '.its and some cash planted where the black clothes. They were less
it would do the most good, he got his likely to be seen if anybody should by
unsa\'ory charge into the States, and chance stray near the farm.
ran him up by lake to this sclitary neck "So, as long as Lee Ming paid his
of the woods, where he figured he could bills promptly, bothered nobody, and
keep him out of the way without any apparently was engaged in a perfectly
trouble." reasonable occupation, there was noth-
"From what I know of Chinamen," ing about him to excite suspicion.
said Emmett leisuiely, as Brady But he overlooked one bet, and that
changed the position of his wounded was the were- wolf. I guess he was a
arm and paused to draw breath, "Lee pretty severe keeper, for from what
Ming would have given him rat poison I sawjudge the lunatics were scared
I
as soon as he got out of Tsi An's sight. to death of him, and he says that
What did he keep him all this time he thought he had them so completely
for?" under control that he got careless in the
"Don't know," said Brady. "Maybe were-wolf's case. And so he didn't
he was afraid of old Tsi An; maybe the know until to-day that the creature,
Chinese idea that anyone who sheds with murderous ideas surging in its
royal blood will spend most of his crazy brain, had found a way to slip
eternity in horrible torture had some- the lock and prowl around looking for
thing to do with it. And then maybe victims while the rest of the gang were
he was too thrifty to quit a paying asleep or at work after dusk in the
business. You never saw a crazy fields.
Chink, did you? Never heard of one, "I don't know whether he had the
either? Neithet did I. They're like strength of the insane in his crippled
pins and dead mtiles. Well, it seems condition, but I fancy it must have
that several wealthy Chinese in Fiisco been his horrible appearance as
and oth^r the States had crazy
cities in much as his bodily force that made
relations that they didn't want to get his victims helpless —
-like poor Swan-
into the hands of authorities, and son. The marks on the throats that
didn't want to ship back to China. looked like the marks of nothing
So Lee Ming started a sort of private known were the marks of those horrible
sanitarium, and made money by keep claws of and I suppose when he
his,
ing his mouth shut. He had about a grabbed 'em he tore the jugulars. His
dozen of 'em in all, and he and one lameness, of course, made him walk
assistant took care of the whole outfit. with that trailing motion we thought
I suppose anything was better than so significant, and his deformed feet
living up here with nobody but his were covered with a sort of crude boot
unpleasant royal ward for company." like what they make for dogs, so that
"A dozen of 'em. eh?" commented he unrecognizable tracks. Morton
left
Thompson thoughtfully. "That's why was right about meeting him that night
they had thosemushrooTi beds then." you see. If he had fired his revolver
"Exactlv. Those mushroom beds hemighthavesolved the problem then."
were underground bai racks 3'-ou — "M-m!" commented Thompson.
know how Chinks burrow. Seem to "Wish he had. Eric's done for, I
like living in a dark, damp, dirty hole guess."
MD THOMPSON DREARILY, 1 WANT TO CONGRATULATE YOU, STEVE. OLD MAN. AND
YOU TOO, NORA. IWISH YOU BOTH LUCK"
once. Bennett told me afterwards think the shock has been too much for
he didn't know whether it was man or him. This assignment has practically
—
beast he was firing at all he knew was cost him his career, has nearly cost all
that he had to kill or be killed." of us our lives, and has given us all a
"What was Lee Ming up to all this jolt we VI ill be a long time getting over.
"
L wonder if the reading public realizes getically. "I didn't mean to do any
the price at which the daily news is eavesdropping stiint. I simply had
bought!" this fool rubber ball of Babe's in my
"I'm going to send up for my camera hand," and he held out the toy, "and
and things," said Emmett. "I don't I was filling it with water to give you a
want to see the place again." shower-bath. That was what Nora
"Nor I," said Thompson, rising. was laughing at when you two came
"Now, Steve, you'd better get some in." -^ -^ra 1 4]i^
sleep." He glanced at Nora for confirmation,
At the door he paused and turned, but the girl's eyes had filled with tears.
"Is there anything I can do, old man? He put a hand on her shoulder and
Your arm must be mighty sore from drew her to him.
that long delay. Wasn't it hard to "Thompson," he said, "I couldn't
stand the ride in the auto?" help hearing, and I'm' sorry. But —
"Yes," said Brady with a faint smile, you see how it is. We fixed it up the
"but the hardest thing to do was to night we took the flashlight, and we're
—
keep my promise and send that story going to be married in the spring."
in to all of the papers." Thompson's face had grown haggard,
and the corners of his mouth twitched
nervously. In his eyes came a look
It was six weeks later, after the last of unspeakable weariness and disap-
echo of the were-wolf story had died pointment, and for a moment he was
away in the last leisurely maritime silent, trying to steady his voice. Then
province newspaper, that Thompson he straightened himself and became the
rang the bell of the little flat where same cool, clever, rather aloof man whom
Nora and her mother lived. Nora they all knew.
answered the door herself and met "Well," he said, "I want to con-
Thompson with a laugh in her eyes gratulate you, Steve, old man; and you,
and a frank grasp of the hand that too, Nora. I wish you both luck."
made his heart beat quicker. She Soberly she put out her hand in
was unmistakably glad to see him, answer to his, and he smiled at both of
and as they went into th^ little parlor them drearily. Then he dropped her
Thompson plunged directly into the fingers and pulled out his watch.
thing that had brought him. "Well," he said, "I stopped in on the
"Nora," he exclaimed impetuously, way to the office. It's six now, and
"there's something I want to tell you I'm due on the copy desk at half-past.
right now —
don't go away. I love
— Good-bye."
you, girl. Won't you be wife my But as he reached the door some of
But Nora put up her hands in a quick the instinct of his profession to recover
gesture to stop him. from a blow came back to him, and he
in distress; "I
——
"Oh, don't please don't," she cried
^\'ou mustn't, Mr.
turned with a wan smile.
"Steve," he said in a warmer tone
Thompson!" than he had used before, "you kept your
There was the soundof an awkward promise and sent in the story for all of
cough from the adjoining room, and us when you could have scooped the
Brady emerged from behind the por- bunch. It's only right you should
tiere. have a scoop out of it for yourself at
"I'm sorry, old man," he said apolo- the last."
THE END.
: ;
There are but a few concrete ex- sociations, once life has been put into
amples of the thousand and one ways them, become powerful instruments
in which the agricultural expert applies in the hands of the representative.
himself in order to make science touch Here are some of the purposes for which
the life of the farmer and solve his the district representative in Lanark
financial problems. The work is all County used one Farmers' Club:
of an educational nature, most o^ it 1. To promote rural telephone
being incidental to the regular courses service throughout the riding;
in agriculture held at the high schools 2. To carry on co-operative buy-
during the winter. Much i5 being a.- - ing of clover and grass seed
'•omplished through interesting public through local seedsmen in order
school teachers in the work of regenera- to secure purity and No. 1
tion by inducing them to maintain quality;
school gardens for the teaching of 3. To import seed corn on the ear
practical agriculture. Indeed, in one 4. To import tile in car-load lots.
county the yield of corn has been ma- 5. To establish one variety of
terially increased by means of corn potatoes as the representative
growing competitions among public variety for this section
school boys. 6. To run an excursion to Mac-
Then, in addition to the office con- donald College in August, 1909;
sultations with farmers who wish ad- 7. To inaugurate an annual
vice on the problems they meet in their ploughing match, October, 1910.
everyday work, there are addresses and To sum up, these local organisations
demonstrations to be given at County have been found exceedingly useful
Fairs, and before Dairy Associations, both in strengthening the competitive
Fruit Growers' Associations, Farmers' spirit and in forming a healthy esprii
Clubs and kindred bodies. These as-
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M. J. P ATT OX 455
The success of the district represen- with that for 1910, which was by no
tative system is now assured. In 1907 means an exceptional year
it was started in six counties this year
: Yield Per Acre of Principal Field
no less than twenty-one counties will Crops in Ontario
have it, and the Government is not Av'ge last
able to meet the demands for experts Crop. 1910. 29yrs.
from other centres. And this success
has been accomplished in the face of Fall wheat 26.7 21.0
initial indifference and even hostiUty. Spring wheat 19.3 15.9
When the scheme was first tried one Barlev 30.5 27.8
county council passed a resolution con- Oats.' 37.0 35. r
Ql»^»)cnuutr')^lfH'^C!Miv
A SONG OF STEEL
BY WILLIAM J. SHANKS
FROM the Athabasca basin
southern border plains,
to the Like the thrush when day is dying
or the lark when day is young,
Where the prairie flowers and grasses Are the matins and the vespers of the
bloom with countless suns and rains ribboned pathways sung;
From the silent mountain passes to Wake, thou virgin prairies, wake! and
the lone Keewatin trails, greet the heroes of thy dream.
They are breaking Nature's slumbers Hear the bridal song of Industrv' the —
with the music of the rails. hymn of Rails and Steam
Over mountain crag and torrent; Yield thy gifts, O Land of Promise!
through the forest hills and breaks; Homeless millions turn to thee;
Over leagues of treeless hinterland
Chains of poverty are broken and the
around the mighty lakes bondsman shall be free;
Sons of Vulcan! Hear them swinging
Through the trackless void we're com-
through the vastness into space!
ing, with the morning star o'erhead,
Hear the rhythmic sledges ringing out World-old prayers and tears we'll an-
their welcome to a Race!
swer with an avalanche of Bread !
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Jean Baptistes
Grand Woman
By Mae Harris Anson
With Drawings
By Paul L. Anderson
BREEZE from the north shook back the meniorv the Grand
A
of
the tops of the pine trees. The Woman."
hemlock log, outlined in glowing "A legend, eh, Jean Baptiste?"
coals, fell apart, sending a "No, m'sieu', a woman of flesh and
shower of sparks fluttering to the sky. blood, even as you and I. A woman
Jean Baptiste stirred uneasily and, with a soul so great, a courage so mag-
with a startled glance about him, made nificent a woman big, big, grand
the sign of the cross. magnificent I"
"A storm before morning, eh, Jean For six joyous weeks had Graham
Baptiste?" said Longley Graham. followed the trail of Jean Baptiste
"No, m'sieu'. You m.ay rest quite through the wilderness of the valley
easy on that «core. There will be no of the Batiscan. and never once had
weather for three days." sentiment seemed part or parcel of
"Then trouble? Ill luck? No him. And now this!
moose nor deer?" Graham persisted, "Ah, no, m'sieu'," said Jean Bap-
knowi.-j '"ull well that, like all dwellers answer to the quizzical
tiste again, in
in the north, Jean Baptiste was chary glance that Graham cast upon him.
of speech and giv^en to long silennes. "It was not she for such as I. It was
"No, m'sieu', it is none of these. It only that she came, that I was her
is the memor\'," and again, though guide, and that the good God gave
almost imperceptibly, Jean Baptiste me the power to understand. I heard
made the sign of the cross. "For al- while far in the north that there was a
ways when the hemlock log yields up madame at La Tuque who desired me
its soul to the call of the wind, it brings as guide. They sav that she was a
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I ::
" 'But, Alice,' he said, 'you love me, " 'That for my work!' said John, and
I know that. Else why should you he snapped his fingers like a very
have feared and fled to the wilderness? Frenchman.
Come, dare all, and tell me so, sweet- " 'But your future ! You know what
heart.' your sure goal is.'
"Oh, m'sieu', the face that Madame " 'Better still, I know that the great-
—
turned to him so wonderful, so beau- est future in all the world is worth noth-
tiful, but, oh, m'sieu', I saw what he ing if, in its gaining, I should have left
did not, that it was not the face of one you behind.'
who yields. " 'Beloved! beloved! why make it
" 'Ves, I dare, she said.
beloved.' so hard for me?' wailed Madame.
'The north has been good to me. It 'How could I put upon your name the
——
has taught me truth, given me courage. black mark that follows mine?'
I love you, love you, love you!' " 'You mean
"John gave a low cry and picked her " 'My brother.'
up like this in hisarms," and Jean Bap- " 'But he is dead.'
tiste gave an embracing gesture which " 'The memor}' of such a stain never
made Graham catch his breath. "And dies among those who do not love one.'
then he said: 'At Quebec we will be " 'You mean '
have tracked it far, and now that I " 'Ah, yes — -I know it all, because I
have snared it, I do not mean it shall know you,' Madame broke in. 'She
get away. But, sweetheart, sweet- sees, and she acknowledges merely —
heart, come away to Quebec' because you told her that if she would
" 'But I love the north,' said Ma- not receive me as your wife she could
dame, 'here I have found truth, and no more call vou son.'
— -
THE FIRST THAT I HEARD WAS THE CRY IN A MAN's GREAT VOICE, 'ALICE 1 ALICE I
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462 IT GETS LATE EARLY
no faintest sound. I called softly. Graham could break. Graham nodded
There was no reply. Loudly I re- without speaking.
peated the call 'Madame! Madame!' "Some are shrines," Jean Baptistc
Only the echo of the woods came back. went on, "and some are raised to mark
Then, m'sieu', a great fear fell upon me. the going out of some unlucky soul in
I pulled the tent apart. Madame was the waters of the St. Maurice. One of
not there' these, long after, when even the great-
"Robert and Suzanne were all for a est hope was dead, I raised for Madame,
But not I, m'sieu.'
search of the forest. the woman grand, magnificent. Ah,
I made straight for the river, fear grow- m'sieu', you men of the south have
ing upon me with every mark I saw of ways that are not as ours of the north.
a little moccasined foot. It was no Had it been for me that light shone in
surprise thatshould find but one
I Madame's eyes, instead of for that
canoe where two had beached the night John, not all her prayers, not all the
before. —
No never a trace was found. world beside, would have sent me from
The waters of the St. Maurice seldom —
her the woman of great heart and
give up their dead," said Jean Bap- courage so magnificent."
tiste, in answer to Graham's involun- Again the voice of Jean Baptiste
tary movement. "M'sieu' has noticed broke. In an absent-minded way he
as he came up the St. Maurice from tapped his pipe against the now black-
Grandes Piles to La Tuque that many ened hemlock log, and as a few scatter
crosses mark the way on either bank?" ing sparks crackled up in the frosty
he went on, after a silence which not air, again he made the sign of the
even a hardened man of the world like cross.
sensational journals, and the destruc- and brave in its quiet endeavour as the
tion of the battleship lying in Havana more shoA\y actions which draw the
Harbour was the one that turned the acclaim of the people.
trick. It now appears that a certain The time was, as they say in the
anonymous letter -never traced to its editorial column, a parlous one. The
—
author and received by the author- big hotel—headquarters of the army
ities, sought to throw the crime on the of 28,000 men which was camped on the
Cubans who were desirous of embroil- —
sands of Tampa ^was so full of mag-
ing the United States with Spain. netism, that thrilling, nameless thing,
Captain Brady, brother of the well- that one could practically sense it with
known author, Cyrus Townsend Brady, the mysterious sixth quality which
in a sensational lecture which he gave sometimes stirs the ven,'^ soul of man.
last November, actually named the Every man and woman in it was a
author of the crime, an electrician of live wire. Even the bell-hops seemed
Morro Castle, one Jose Zalvado. to be on strings. Correspondents
I have reason to remember this same watched one another nervously.
Captain Brady when I was acting as Everyone was daily expecting the
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464 THE PEDLAR'S PACK
move on Cuba. Everyone had "copy" down the long passage on my way to
ready to flash over the wires. We make preparations for a quick move.
haunted the telegraph rooms and eyed It was then that I met Captain Brady.
every person who went in and out with He came towards me with a jaunty
suspicion. service women
The ^wives— step and a most I servant eye. <But
and sisters of officers —
gossiped to- —
something what' preceded him. 1—
gether, and in the music room the suddenly felt my knees growing weak.
merry dance went on, but you could Presentiment of evil had flown on its
feel the thrill of expectant excitement lightning wings before him and had.
which trernbled through it all. taken possession of my soul. It was
I wellremember the exact moment not with surprise, therefore, but with
the news came. It was about eight eyes which had become almost sight-
in the evening and people had gathered less, I dimly saw him halt abruptly
in the spacious rotunda of the hotel. before me. I heard him say, "You are
General surrounded by his
Shafter, under arrest," and I remember that
brilliant staff, had paused a moment my face smiled stiffly. I shall never
to chat with some ladies. The younger forget the painful effort of that smile.
officers were amusing themselves danc- Then a clod seem.ed to hit me on the
ing and playing solitude k deux out heart.
on the dusky verandahs. An orderly I had failed my paper
stepped quietly up to the General and And day I do not know how
to this
saluted. We saw him pass nothing Captain Brady of the Secret Service
in the way of document or package, discovered that my innocent cipher
but some hasty movement that he meant United States Army,
"The
made as he moved smartly off some — 28,000 strong, r. oved on Cuba this
weird thing that rustled through the evening (date given). Troops are now
great room as might a wind ^was the — entraining for Port Tampa." The
spark that set us alight. editor of my piper had previously
In five minutes everyone was moving. received a letter with an explanation
The music stopped abruptly. Bell- of the message which would be des-
boys and messengers, soldiers and patched when the proper time came.
women jostled one another. People He afterwards declared that this letter
asked in whispers, "What is it?" had not apparently been tampered
Nobody knew. Everybody knew. with. To its page alone had my secret
Correspondents, a moment before —
been confided and the Government
lounging in evening togs, appeared knew all about it
suddtiV, booted and "khakied" and "Remember the Maine," was the cry
weighs 1
—
with baggage pseudo-sol- of those days —
a slogan long since
—
diers- knights of the pencil. I ran to thrust into silence, and now all but
one of the telegraph booths. It was forgotten —
but "Remember Captain
crowded. All were crowded. Ac- Brady and his red head and acute blue
coutrements jingled as men came and eye," is a slogan whose echo will for-
went. Wires ticked at racing speed. ever haunt the chamber of my heart.
I had my cipher message all ready. He was the first man who ever arrested
Next morning Canadians would read me. The gods send that he be also
at the breakfast table, "The army has the last.
moved on Cuba." My paper was
alreadv warned to be on the lookout. THE WAY OF A MAN WITH HIS CLOTHES
In a moment one had squeezed to the '^/'^OT your hat on yet? Huttj up,
front in the struggling mass which ^-^ there; we'll be late." Then, as
heaved around the machines. The you down stairs "What in blazes
fly
—
innocent message, innocent as a dove keeps you women so long putting on a
far from proclaiming war or anything hat and coat?"
else —^was on its way to Toronto. Thus Man —that lord of creation
With eyes whose brightness I could but not of Modern Woman.
feel, I left the little room and went Now, if anyone be privileged to take
"KIT" (MRS. COLEMAN) 465
time over dressing it is Woman. to select his suit for the da\'. What a
Think of all the things she has to put gratitude a man feels towards the
on, all the little loose ends she has to trousers that keep their shape, but
corral. There is her grim strait-waist- how he values the coat which becomes
coat, to say nothing of the lacy, frilly so comfortable and accommodating in
thing that goes over it. There are her its shapeless old age! The trousers at
petticoats, her "brazier" as the lady— last festooned into place with the
—
who makes it calls it (no, sir, I shall
not explain) there are her rats, and her
;
DIAMOND CLOCKS
A RE women growing more extra-
** vagant?
The}^ were a pair of stockings, long,
exceedingly long, and of silk so fine
you could have passed them through a
finger ring. They were of the most
delicate blue imaginable, with a dainty
HE HIDi aJ,FEW^HUNDRED DOLLARS IN CORNERS, BUT THE
MAIN PORTIONWENTj^INTO^HIS.COFFIN monogram woven in the top in plain
— —
"KIT" MRS. COLEMAX 467
and I can tell you in a minute just SAID THE WISE OLD JEWELLER
—
what they were if you'll wait." line the streets, the trees wean,' of the
As it is not even.' day one can make dust, the noise, the whizzing cars, the
diamond copy, one waited develop- hoarse honk of the motors. Then
ments.
The jeweller came back with his
comes the low call of the woods the —
need to touch for a moment the ador-
notes. "In one pair," he said, con- able heart of Nature, to see her moods
sulting them, "we put buttons of jade,
upon a sad autumn day when she is sick
in another, turquoise, then coral, pearl,
of love for old Winter.
and in the bridal corset, clasps of dia- Perhaps the reason one loves a rainy
monds. Women these days wear dia- day is because of being born and bred
mond buttons in their shoes if they can
in a land of more tears than sunshine,
get them, and they don't care a snap but the call of the wet day is as the call
how much it costs their husbands." of the blood. You want to fling away
And all the way home the newspaper from the town for a quiet hour; to go
woman was thinking of a little family from the weariness of life to lose one-
she knew, so poor, the children couldn't
self in the lonely place where the soft
go to school for lack of decent shoes rain taps upon the leaves and the little
and stockings. One little family? creeks purl all day long under the
Thousands. willows.
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468 THE BURNING LEAVES
It is pleasant to watch the town aglow with autumn tints the brighter
dropping from you as you make for for the gray day—and far off, edging
the woods. First come the vacant lots the world up against dun October skies
— gleams of green stretches, with here — a bank of thick woods wedged together
and there a stifE little row of new houses, the trees touched with bronze and red
their feet still in the lime and sand. and pale gold and standing out from
Then green patches grow into little the rest the little birches, their white
fields, into cabbage gardensand reaches trunks showing pallid and ghostlike,
of green aftermath. Then come the but their leaves holding yet the golden
great sand hills dotted with scrub and all secret of summer.
DENHAM
Vemey
!
that last day they were together, and "Yes," she answered.
the girl gazing at him with brown eyes That scene, those words, had lived
that wavered before his impassioned as vividly as yesterday in his memory
plea. —
And then those careless, pro- during the year since then. And now
testing words of hers that gave him — here was Old Man Denham Senator —
his opportunity. —
Denham interested in the Chatten-
"Why do you talk of such things, ham & South Western. Vemey smiled.
Harry ? We're good friends, just as The fact that Alice Denham 's father
we've always been since I can first was a stockholder in the road rather
remember; but you ^you've never — predisposed him to look with favor
done anything to impress me. You upon the $100,000 bonus which the
talk of buying me Attrill's Point; and company asked as an inducement to
yet a moment ago you were saying pass through the city.
that the Meteor was in debt that you — Or was this the same Denham ?
had shouldered the debt for the sake Verney ceased his restless pacing;
of the chance it gave you. And what and; sitting down, commenced more
you ask now from me, Harry" and
— — carefully to scan the papers. As he
here she smiled "is just as impossible did so, a frown clouded his brow. He
as it is for you to buy me Attrill's read on and on; and all the while the
469
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470 THE METEOR'S HONOR
frown deepened, and with each added concerned the papers he had just been
word he read more slowly, more care- reading.
fully, and with all the more reluctance "You're getting out a mighty good
to believe. paper just now, Harry," murmured
Finally, vnth a gesture almost of the vice-president, patronizingly, as
anger, he thrust the crumpled papers he mopped the perspiration from his
into a drawer of the desk, and stared shiny forehead. "Mighty interesting
wearily, out upon the street. sheet. Glad you're pulling along so
He scarcely noticed when Alderman well. If you don't commit suicide
Morrison's portly form filled the outer by bucking the powerful, you're going
doorway. The determined slam of to make good in Chattenham, and no
the door did not rouse him. It was mistake."
only when the big man rolled awk- Verney answered with a good-hu-
wardly through the doorway which mored smile, which hid the suspicions
bore the legend, "Editor and Pro- that came to him. J. W. Morrison was
prietor. Strictly Private," that Ver- not usually so fulsome in his praise.
ney at last looked up. He recognized "Thanks," he answered shortly. "If
his visitor with something like fore- the Meteor is making good, I'm glad
boding, never for a moment doubting to have you say so. What's doing
"
that the call of the Vice-President of to-day ?
the Chattenham' & South Western Morrison smiled uneasily, then drew
his chair a little nearer, and dropped
his voice to a whisper.
"Business," he rejoined. "Plain,
every-day business. A friend of mine
— ^we'll call him Friend No. 1 has —
something in his possession. Another
friend —
^we'll call him Friend No. 2
"
wants it. See ?
He paused expectantly. Verney
laughed.
"You might as well cough it right
up, Morrison," he remarked, banter-
ingly, the while he looked his visitor
straight in the eyes.
Morrison was manifestly ruffled by
the editor's failure to respond as he
anticipated ;equally manifest was his
anxiety to hide any concern he might
feel.
"Very well," he said at last, very
brusquely. "I understand one of your
reporters has secured possession of
certain papers which have some bear-
ing on the railway bonus. I thought
I would call and talk the matter over
with you. I'm right about your hav-
ing the papers, I suppose?" he added,
sharply,
"I believe you are," rejoined Verney.
"In fact, the papers are in my desk at
the present moment."
oi-,r.«Xj!><Ew
Morrison nodded.
"Oh," he commented, carelessly, "I
•'*rOU'RE GETTINGOUT A MIGHTY GOOD PAPER JUST
may as well take them with me, if you
NOW, HARRY," SAID THE VICE-PRESI- don't mind. That's what I came for,
DENT PATRONIZINGLY
don't vou know."
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VICTOR LAURISTOX 471
The editor gazed a moment in Then his whole aspect changed. His
thoughtful silence at the big man's voice, when he did speak, was insinu-
outstretched hand. ating in its smoothness.
"As a matter of fact," he at last "See here, Verney," he said, argu-
answered, "we intend to keep the mentatively, "I've always been a friend
papers." of yours. You'll admit that. I want
"The dickens you do " ejaculated ! to be your friend now. I don't want
Morrison, with a show of heat. "Stolen to see the Meteor strike a snag just as
papers you're getting it well under way. It's
Verney smiled straight at him. foolish in you to take a stand like this,
"You know very well, Morrison," which is bound to antagonize men
he rejoined, vnth a sudden access of who are your very best friends."
sternness, "that those papers were "I don't want to antagonize any-
not stolen. They are letters which one," Verney answered slowly, "but
belong, not to the company, but to the Meteor's honor is at stake."
the man to whom the company wrote "And you mean to sacrifice its in-
them. That man has turned them terests to itshonor?" flashed the vice-
over to the Meteor. They concern a president quickly. "Suppose you pub-
matter of vital interest. I always lish these letters? What then? I've
suspected that that bonus proposition been working to get you the company's
of yours was rotten. When I read printing. You'll be cut out of that.
those letters for the first time, a few A lot of the biggest and most respected
moments ago, I ceased to suspect I business men in Chattenham are in-
knew. As a journal devoted to the terested in the road. You'll lose their
public interests, the Meteor must pub- advertising. Some of the men behind
lish them. It has no alternative." it are prominent party men. There
"Publish Gad! You don't mean
! have been kicks already, I imagine,
about the way you've been raking the
The vice-president spluttered venge- government which you're supposed
fuUy. Verney calmly watched him. to support. Make these men sore,
"Why not?" he rejoined. "Here and you'll have a rival paper here in
is Chattenham on the verge of voting no time, and one with plenty of capital
a hundred thousand dollars to your behind it. You know what that
"
railway, to induce it to come here. means ?
You know, and I know, that the Verney stared moodily at the vice-
people, in their present state of mind, president during the pause that fol-
will carry the by-law when it is -sub- lowed. The big handkerchief once
mitted to them, just because they more came into requisition to mop the
want the railroad. But, Morrison, beads of perspiration from the visitor's
do you for one moment imagine they forehead and neck.
would vote their money away if they "In a big city it wouldn't matter.
knew what these letters prove, that There you are expected to knife some-
they would be voting it away for noth- one at every turn. But here, every
—
ing ^that the railway is bound to enemy you make counts against you.
come to Chattenham, and means to You know that. You know what
come here anyway, and can't afford money can do. And then, for whom
to go anywhere else, for the simple are you doing all this? For the people.
reason that it has already purchased When it's all what will the people
done,
its —
property here -and, finally, that do for you? Ten to one they'll follow
two of the city council received a cool the leaders, and join in hounding you
thousand each to vote for submitting down as a libeller. The people are
that by-law ? I must publish those grateful, you know, "added the visitor,
letters. There is no way out of the laughing cynically. "At the best,
situation but to publish them." they'll present you with a gold-headed
Morrison, his ruddy countenance —
umbrella and then order their print-
turned suddenly white, gazed at the ing at the job office. More likely,
young man a moment in angry silence. they'll forget the umbrella."
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472 THE METEOR'S HONOR
Verney stared at him. He knew
• in the assurance, he knew, that the
all this. He knew the power of the fulfillment of those conditions was im-
men behind Chattenham & South possible —
and yet, he fondly imagined,
Western. He had felt the protest cherishing in her own heart the hope
of the party leaders; and had pursued that somehow, how she did not know,
his waydespite them, speaking out, he would be able to fulfill those con-
because he felt that the Meteor's honor ditions, and to claim her.
demanded that he be fairly and fear- Here was hisopportunity. The
lessly outspoken. He shared, in some men behind the company wanted
degree, Morrison's cynical estimate these letters suppressed. It was in
of popular gratitude. He had lived his own hands, he knew, to name his
in the world long enough to learn price; and he could name a price that
things. He remained silent a long would put the Meteor on a solid foot-
time, his brows knitted in a sombre ing. Only one thing stood in the way
frown. — the Meteor's honor.
Morrison again stretched out his All through the two bitter days that
hand. he wrestled with the problem, he lived
"Come," he urged. "Look at this again the young ambitions he had
thing sensibly. Let me have the pap- cherished when he first joined the
ers,and forget all about them." Meteor, a cub reporter, when Harrison
Verney shook his head. Yet more owned the sheet; his vow, that if ever
even than the Meteor's honor hung in opportunity were his, the Meteor would
the balance. There was the winning be fair and fearless; the keenness with
of Alice Denham. The thought of which he had watched the progress
that caused him to hesitate. of the paper since he took hold; its
"I can't," he said at last, his lips struggles, its advances, its approaching
tightening to a thin line. "At least, triumph, and, above all, its good
not to-day," he added weakly. name.
The contractor laughed. On Wednesday morning, Morrison
"Very well," he rejoined, amiably. —
came back ^not alone, but accom-
•
"Take a day or two to think it over. panied by Senator Denham. The sight
When you do, I fancy you'll find that of the great capitalist was to Verney
these letters are not really worth pub- like a message from home. Alice
lishing. Just hold them back a day or the name leapt almost instinctively
—
two say, till Wednesday. I'll see to his lips. But he stifled it quickly;
youthen. Is it a go?" for he knew it was not a quiet talk
Verney nodded. Morrison laughed with the girl he loved on which he
and shambled out. was about to enter, but an ordeal that
Verney sat a long time in deep threatened his own and his paper's
thought after the vice-president of the honor.
Chattenham & South Western had He calmly brought forward seats
gone. His soul was a battle-ground for his visitors, and closed the door
of fiercely contending emotions. He of his private office.
seemed to be fighting, single-handed, "Well, gentlemen," he said, "what
against a dozen impelling passions. can Ido for you?"
The thought of many a man who had It was Senator Denham who spoke,
helped him, who was interested in the in slow, deliberate tones.
Chattenham & South Western —the "Morrison has just been speaking
interests of the Meteor —the certainty to me about some work for our road.
of what the powerful men behind the You know, we will require considerable
road would do to crush his paper if printing in connection with the bonus
he —
published the letters the equal by-law here, and —^well, we would
certainty of what they would do to like to lay the facts before the tax-
help him if he kept them out. And payers through the columns of your
last, and most, there was his longing paper. Most of the ratepayers know
for Alice Denham. She had given that the proposition is a good one,
him a promise on certain conditions. but I daresay there are some who still
J
"from my experience," he went on, emphasizing every word, "i should say that^the job
will net you just five thousand clear"
'now tell hawke to come on," verney muttered grimly, "the meteor may be his to-morrow,
BUT it's mine to-day*'
VICTOR LAURISTOX 475
"
intimated just now. I am sorry want, I'll return them to-morrow."
Verney gazed stubbornly downward The young man smiled gnmly. He
at his desk. knew that Denham was, in his patron-
"You heard that telephone just izing way, striving to make disgrace •
now," he said coldly. "You want to the easier for him to bear; striving,
bribe me —and when you heard that perhaps, to save him in the eyes of the
telephone, you knew I must take your dear girl just outside the door, who
bribe. You offer me a contract that must be hearing every word.
will make me five thousand dollars "You know that HaAvke is squeezing
profit —whichmeans, that you will me," he muttered dully. "You know
give me five thousand dollars for these that I must pay him to-morrow; that
papers I have in my desk. You know what you offer me is just what I must
I must take your money, if I am to- have. You know that if I cannot meet
morrow to meet my obligations to Hawke, I am ruined. You ask me to
Adam Hawke. You have set Hawke give you these papers, to take your
to put on the screws, after he had al- —
money and you know I have no alter-
ready promised me a renewal. You native but to do it."
know that don't pay Hawke, I'll
if I He hissed the words fiercely into
lose the Meteor by a forced sale I'll — the great man's face, and stretched out
lose more than I owe him all the work,
; his hand w4th the papers. As he did
all the time, all the money I've sunk so, the slide behind him shot open,
in the paper, and I'll have to start and a grimy face appeared to view.
again." "Copy!" shouted a stentorian voice.
His voice wavered, and he looked There came to him through the open
downward at his desk. There was slide the clatter of machines, the scent
more than all this at stake, more than of printers' ink. He thought of Har-
he dared tell these men. The loss of rison, of old days and his own old
the Meteor, the making of a new be- dreams, of the cub reporter who had
ginning, he might have borne; but in vowed that when his day came he
losing them, he must lose still more. would fight the people's battles, to
There was Alice Denham. Without the death if need be.
the Meteor clear, he had no claim upon "Here, Tom!" he cried, and held out
her, he could not ask her to fulfill her the papers.
promise; and, after baulking her father Morrison interposed. Verney brush-
in his ^\-ill, even the hope that is bred ed him roughly aside.
of despair must vanish. "Think a minute, Verney," protested
He knew, though he did not look up, the senator.
that Denham was watching him, con- "You've got myanswer," rejoined
fident of ultimate victor}\ He couldnot the editor firmly, and his hand clutched
think, save that Alice was this moment the slide as the man beyond it sought
within his reach; that if he let these to throw it shut. "Those go on
papers pass out of his hands, he was the front page, Tom," he cried.
free to come to her to-morrow and The slide closed with a bang. White-
claim her, in fulfillment of a promise faced, haggard, trembling as from a
which she could not, and would not, fever, Verney turned to the two angry
break. men.
No man spoke; but Verney, still "Now, tell Hawke
to come on," he
conscious of the capitalist's compelling said, grimly. "The Meteor may he his
gaze, drew forth the key, unlocked the to-morrow, but it's mine to-day. I can
drawer at his elbow, and produced the begin at the begirming, as better men
papers. He held them a moment with liave done."
hands that shook. And then he glanced up, to see Alice
"Thank you, Verney," said the standing in the doorway with hands
senator, quietly. "I shall look these outstretched and the love-light in her
papers over; and if they aren't what I eyes.
—
for a moment we want you to get out- man with a trade is not accustomed
side your own private feelings, and be to the very different conditions of the
interested in yourself as Jones, a unit new country, and does not know how
in the Canadian body politic, on whose to find himself a job immediately upon
success or failure depends in a certain arrival.
measure the success of Canada. Various plans have been discussed
Now, having observed yourself as whereby the artisan or laborer of
Jones, multiply yourself by 98,995 and England may be enabled to come to
take another look. In 19^0 there were Canada with a definite job at a definite
98,995 English Joneses just like you rate of payment ^ view, but the
who came to Canada and became simplest and most feasible plan that
Canadian Joneses, and you, as a Jones, has yet come to the notice of Canada
have an interest in their making a suc- Monthly is the "Emigration by Se-
cess of their lives for the sake of the lection" plan proposed by T. W.
country to which you belong. Sheffield, of Regina, which suggests an
If it were a question of your own Empire-wide Labor Bureau where
bread-and-butter, you would not be records could be kept of men who
likely to go to a new country without want jobs and jobs that want men,
surety of employment there, or at and through which men in mass could
least, a reasonable certainty that you be transferred across the Empire to the
could earn your living, would you? place where they are needed. Mr.
Yet that is what a great number of W. D. Scott, in a letter to Mr. Sheffield,
those 98,995 English-Canadian Joneses says that this plan, he belie ve's, would
did last year, in spite of all that could prove of great advantage to Canada,
be done to forewarn them against it. bringing to the country only the men
Superintendent of Immigration W. D. who are capable of taking care of them-
Scott, who knows more about his sub- selves at once.
ject than any other man, says frankly, Canada wants the sturdy, deter-
so far as immigrants from England are mined type of English workmen who
concerned, that "farmers, farm laborers settled the western provinces forty
and female domestic servants are the years ago.
. Let them come in their
only people the Canadian Immigration millions; Canada can use them. Brit-
Department advises to come to Canada. ish Columbia suffers from a perpetual
All others should have definite assur- dearth of labor; the new towns along
476
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THE EDITOR 477
the railways are constantly advertising If you were nearly worked to death,
And haggard, lean and out of breath,
for carpenters, painters, bricklayers, And—
liverymen, bakers, doctors men of all — Say, if you had to find the new site and haggle
professions and trades as well as the with the owner and dig up the money to buy
laboring classes; and for experienced the property and be a real financier and prod
farmers there are millions of Canadian the real estate man to get the papers [through
acres waiting the plow. and plan the alterations'andinterview carpenters
painters plasterers electricians plumbers brick-
Such a bureau as Mr. Sheffield sug- layers and the like and meantim.e get the paper
gests would make it possible for the out each week and then when it came to the
Englishman to list himself, his qualifi- m.oving and everybody was in everybody else's
cations and capital, in the mother way and everything was going wrong and you
had to turn in and do ejerything yourself
country, and when a definite opening and you finally found yourself walking across
presented itself in Canada to come and Washington Square with a ten-ton web-perfect-
take his place as an instantaneously ing press in one hand, do you think you
useful and self-supporting citii;en. cotUd turn out a ten-Ci-nto epi:.
Such "hand-picked immigration" Or even one good couplet with
would do Canada good and England The other?
credit\ where much of the wholesale
If thereanybody who doubts, let
is
immigration of the past has done good
him come The vision of Tom
forth.
neither to England, rhe Dominion, nor
Daly crossing Washington Square and
Jones.
suddenly coming out of serious medita-
TOM DALY'S MOVE tions on whether the main oflSce ought
"TOM DALY, the poet-business man- to be furnished in mahogany or Cir-
ager of the Catholic Standard and cassian walnut to reali-ic the presence
of the ten-ton web-perfecting press and
Times, hangs out in peaceful Philadel-
reflect that he might just as well have
phia, and recently the Catholic Stand-
ard and Times, outgrowing its quarters, got one of the boys to cany^ it over is
moved into new ones large, spacious,— entirely too good not to be true.
there is a doubter, " to the wars wid
If
commodious quarters.
During the process Tom's column in him," as Tom himself would say.
the paper had been, not to put too fine a IN THE TOBACCO-DRAWER
point upon it, skinny. At last some- HTHEY lay at the back of the drawer
body protested, and got the following for a long"w-hile, a pair of gray buck-
come-back skin gauntlets, worn a little from the
here a moving tale,
I offer
_ reins but soft and pliable as when
still
A simple but a moving tale, they first came over the Hudson Bay
Which may not altogether fail
In proving Company's counter.
How little room for poetry, They had been up beyond Prince
By any possibility. Albert, those gauntlets, one long mid-
By any chance at all could be, summer night when two of us took
In moving.
horse and navigated over the corduroy
There 'd be no need to sing this lay, road to a lumber-jacks' shanty where a
—
This moving lay, if let us say
Saturday night dance was in progress.
Our business had been merely Sta-
Tionery That rough interior is stamped indel-
But when the circulation jumps, ibly in memorv^ as it looked from the
And advertising comes in lumps. lo\v doorway. Smoky lamps flared on
And trade in general humps the humps
the mud-chinked log walls, rough
Say, (let me ask you in cold hard prose") if we bearded faces and bulky kersey knees
were to sit still in our old narrow quarters,
were thrust forward from the benches
wouldn't we
that lined the room, great hair^^ hands
Be very weak and foolish chumps ? patted juba in rhythmical cadence, and
O! very!
in the centre of the earthen floor a huge,
And, let me you were
ask you, if
bull-muscled man was doing a buck-
The paper's business manager.
Mixed up in all this rush and stir and-wing. Across the room a hand-
And pother; some half-breed girl watched him with
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478 THE RIGHT ANGLE
eyes like smouldering coals, and when He was with us on the editors' party
the dance ended, the man went back to this summer, and before we'd been out
the vacant place at her side. of Winnipeg twenty-four hours he was
There was a young fellow, too, among "Dad" to all of the men. Most of the
that reeking crowd, a boy with a voice way he told us stories, good stories
as sweet and true as a meadow-lark's, that we hadn't heard before. He
who sent a limpid silver stream of didn't have Shanks' infectious laugh,
sound thrilling up like a Wandering nor as many suits of underclothes
bird-song through the smoky air. And putting on fancy garments came to be
the gauntlets were thrown on one of the known as "Shanksing up" on that trip
benches, and it was not until the dance — but his soberly recounted sagas of
was over and the first pale grayness swappings got us every time.
glimmered doubtfully behind the pines We were loafing in the observation-
that they were again put on. car one long Saskatchewan twilight,
They were out beyond Edmonton, when sornebody said something that
too, where the wolf-willows fringe the started "Dad" with a "That reminds
creeks and turn silver-gray sides to the me-
Chinook wind; and this summer they Now, Dad is an authority on hog-
went along on a hike through the pine- culture— not the kind the Winnipeg
woods, and were rolled up inside the street cars specialize in, but the Smooth
coat that served as a pillow when the Type Poland-China indigenous to Ne-
balsam-boughs were spread and one —
brasky and he is as wise as Solomon
listened to the tiny noises of the night on anything that grunts and wiggles a
for a few delicious moments before curly tail. But when it comes to fancy
sleep overtook one. setter-dogs, why, he's only human;
The other morning it was chilly. A and so when a life-long friend of his
bit of a cold wind with the tang of fall talked setter- dog to him he got in-
in it came around the corner and judiciously interested, and finally
nipped unwary ears. In the park agreed to buy a setter pup of miracu-
brown leaves lay among the close-cut lous qualities, unsight- unseen.
clover, and rainpools along the roadway The dog arrived. "Dad" took one
reflected the sharp blue of the sky. look at the forlorn little tail that
And suddenly I saw the pine-
again drooped limply out between the slats
woods country, scarlet and gold with of the crate, sucked in his lower lip
autumn, scented with brush-fires saw ;
and retired to the house.
the converging logs of the camp-fire "WVll, y' don't say anything much
with the bed of coals glowing between in a case like that," he told us, with a
them; smelt the bacon fn^dng; and humourous twist to his eyebrows.
heard the partridge whirr up from the "I'd sold Jim a pony once, years ago,
fallen leaves. an' I figured Jim hadn't forgot it any
The gray gauntlets lie in the front of more than I had. So I just sat down
the tobacco- drawer now, where I can an' wrote him askin' him why he hadn't
see them whenever I fill my pipe. sent the pedigree by freight and the
There's a sort of kinship between us. dog by mail, an' let it go at that. An'
we were friends, o' course, just the
WITH SAM McKELVIE— STORY TELLER same as we'd always been. Still, I was
CAM McKELVIE isn't big or young turnin' things over in my mind."
^ or handsome, but just the same, "Hogs," said somebody in a sepul-
you love him at first sight, from his chral, prophetic sort of voice, and
unpressed trouser-hems to his quaint "Dad" rolled one eye in his direction.
old-fashioned neck-tie and the shrewd "We-11, Jim knew I knew more about
kindly eyes that twinkle at you when hogs than he did, and he was almighty
he says "How are you?" The crease s-hy. But I saved up for him, an' I
in his trousers doesn't matter, for his got him." "Dad" mused for a minute,
eyes are right and his voice is right and with a purely secular gHnt in his eye.
his heart is in the right place —
until Suddenly he looked up and grinned
it comes to a horse-trade.
^ ^
like a mischievous boy. "The hog
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died the next day," he concluded. poises easih- upon it, one hand gripping
Something came up about cyclones the rope.
later on, and he promptly unburdened "All right there, Bill?" demands
himself of the story of the Nebraska somebod}' back in the mysterious dim-
wall. ness that will eventually be the main
"Fellow was driving along a road in floor.
Nebraska, pretty close to the Kansas " Let 'er go," responds the god easily,
line," he said, "when he came across and the errand-boys palpably en\y him.
another man building a wall three "Ding!" barks the engine bell in
feet high and five feet thick. That sharp staccato. " Look out, there,"
struck Driver as queer, and he pulled says the somebody unseen, and slowly,
up his team, and, 'What's your idea, majesticalh', the big girder rises from
neighbor?' he says. Builder he goes the ground, Mercur^^ — for beyond
right along building, but he kindo' doubt it is he, although his dusty old
grins. 'Well,' says he, 'once in awhile brogans show no visible wings still —
we have a piece o' wind in this
little poised jauntily. Mercur}^ is Irish.
country. Down in Kansas I s'pose The group has grown to a very
you'd call 'em cyclones, but we jes' respectable crowd, quite enough for a
call 'em wind. I'm figurin' that after politician to address, and, if they had
I git this wall built they'll come along been Indians in the old days, enough
one o' them breezes an' blow it over on for an enterprising editor to make into
its side, an' I'm buildin' it so's it'll a War. Business men stop on their way
be right in the end,' he says, 'five feet for a moment, hurr\ang stenographers
"
high and three feet thick.' walk slowly, looking backward like
Lot's wife, and even the eager shoppers
GOING UP m WINNIPEG pause to stare at the big bar of steel, up
to the fifth story now, with Mercur}^
DR-R-RT-T-T-T-T: The rivetter is at looking somewhat smaller than he was,
^ work. Red and stark the tall steel and the girder swaying a little like a
framework of the latest sky-scraper blind thing feeling its way. Still it
stands up at the street's end against the goes upward.
windy blue, and the furious genie of the "Ding! ding!"
pneumatic hammer rages in its heart, It is at the top now. Somebody
joining steel to steel. —
another god, doubtless reaches out
There is always a fringe of curious and between him and Mercur}-, aided
onlookers about a new building, a fringe with sharp rings of the bell and a Httle
made up mostly of that leisure class neat juggling on the part of the engi-
which belongs by rights to the bar- neer, the giant is nursed into his resting
room's side door and the alley; and place. —
Easy there a little more!
augmented by that essentiallj' curious With a click the girder settles into its
and essentially irresponsible human, exact notches, and Mercur}' disappears.
the errand-boy, who down
three
sets The crowd scatters \\4th the prompt
"rush" packages and drapes himself decision of city folk who are used to
over a convenient railing until such regarding time as money^ leaving only
time as he is wear}- of the spectacle the ragged — —
the ver^- ragged fringe.
before him. The last errand-boy looks distastefully
But something more than ordinary is at his packages, slowly climbs off the
happening over there among the planks railing, looks up at that high eyrie
and stone- dust now, and the fringe is where Mercurj^ has vanished, and spits
growing to a group. In the street through a cherished hole in his front
there lies a huge girder, prostrate teeth.
among the coils of a wire cable that '
Gee! It must be swell up there!"
runs up, up, over the cornice and out he says at last, and lifting his load, goes
of sight like a gigantic tentacle. A god on his way.
in greasy overalls makes the end of the It is not necessar\% after all, that
cable fast about the supine giant, and Olympus be more than ten stories up.
BUT THIHK OF THE GIRAFFE " 'How
did you like it?'
IN her prettynew frock Sister Mabel 'Pretty good. Hurry.'
feltquite proud as she sat on the 'Have to work hard?'
front step and watched some boys 'Never mind. Hurry.'
playing on the sidewalk. 'Four years,' said the barber, paus-
After a time one little boy came to ing to look romantically out of the
talk to her and to admire, in his rough window. 'And me at liberty every
little way, her bright, shiny shoes and blame minute, goin' hither an' yon, as
pink sash. you might say, and stayin' up all night
"See my nice little square-cut waist," if I wanted to, and runnin' down town
she crowed, "and my nice coral beads! to take in a show. Gee! Four years.
Don't you wish you wuz a girl?" That's sure tough luck. What was you
"No, sir-ee," replied the boy. "I in for?'
wouldn't want to be any girl at all, " 'For killing a jackass of a barber,'
because lookie how much more neck howled the customer. 'And I'm on
"
you have to wash." my way back.'
CAUSE FOR MANSLAUGHTER A LITTLE MORE OF THE SAME
THIS story is blamed on Scamp **'T'here's many a true word spoken
Montgomery at the Friars' Club. * by accident," said F. Hopkinson
Mr. Montgomery alleges that the story Smith, the noted author and artist.
as he relates it, actually happened. "You've heard about 'music and
Mr. Montgomery and his statement are singing,' 'culture and women's clubs,'
offered without prejudice. 'love and marriage' and so on. Well,
"A man had just been released from I saw an amusing example the other
the penitentiary," said Mr. Montgom- day. I dropped in at a picture
ery, "and the first place he headed for sale that wasn't going very enthusi-
was a barber shop. He wanted to get astically. The auctioneer displayed a
the traces of his prison made hair cut a daub and said;
rubbed down smooth. The barber 'Now, ladies and gentlemen, what
"
spotted him in a minute. am offered for this superb Velasquez,
I
" 'Just out, hey?' said the barber, probably the best Velasquez that ever
" 'Yes,' said the customer. 'And came from the master's hand?'
I'm in a hurry. Give me a hair-cut " There were no bids whatever, so the
and a shave, and do it quick.' auctioneer took up another picture.
" 'How long have you been in?' "'Very well, ladies and gentlemen,'
" 'Four years,' said the ex-prisoner. he went on, I now oflfer you a Titian
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