CONNY FINDS A HOME.
Two days afterward, when the doctor went out for his horse, he found
Conny sitting astride the block, his lap filled with sweet white clover,
which he was feeding to Prince with one hand, while with the other he
stroked the beautiful head that was bent down to him. He dropped to his
feet on seeing the doctor, and made a bow, grave and stiff, but not at
all bashful.
"I have come to live with you, sir," he said.
"Indeed," laughed the doctor; "and what do you suppose I want of you?"
"I don't know, sir; but my feyther always told me, if he died, I was not
to stay on the mountain, but go to some good man who would teach me to
work."
"And how do you know I am a good man?" asked the doctor, looking keenly
at the boy. "You have never seen me but once."
"I have seen you often. I saw you when you mended the rabbit's leg. Jock
Riley broke it with his big cart-whip."
"And where were you, pray?"
"Up in a tree, lying along a limb. And I was in the big tamarack when
you climbed up the hill for the little flower. I often wanted to know
why you cared to get it. My feyther thought perhaps it was good for
medicine; but when I told him you only took one, he said then he
couldn't tell; it might be you were crazed."
The doctor laughed heartily. It was by no means the first time his
passion for botanizing had been called a _craze_.
"Well, Conny," said he, "go into the house and get your breakfast, and
when I come back we will talk this matter over."
He stopped for a word of explanation with his wife, and drove away,
leaving Conny on the door-step, with a substantial slice of bread and
meat in his hands, and a bowl of milk beside him, while little Betty
peeped shyly at him through the window.
It gave the doctor a curious sensation to think, as he rode through the
solitary woods, of the little watcher stretched along a mossy limb, or
peering out from a treetop, like some strange, wild creature.
"He must have been set to keep guard by the moon-shiners," he thought.
"I wonder if they suspected I meant them mischief?" And then like a
flash came another thought: "They have sent him to me now as a spy to
find out if I have any secret business for the government. I should
rather enjoy giving them a scare, if it were not for my wife and Betty."
The doctor fully made up his mind before he went home to send Conny on
his ways, but in the end he did no such thing. Old Timothy made much
pretense of finding whether he belonged to Dunsmore or Killbourne, and
talked bravely of taking him to the poor-house officers; but Timothy
found him a great convenience to his rheumatic old hands and feet, and
by the end of the summer Conny was as much at home as if he had been
bought, like Betty's ugly little terrier, or born in the house, like
blessed little Betty herself. It was Conny who gave the last rub to
Prince, and brought him to the door; Conny who, in cold or heat, was
ready with such good-natured promptness for any errand far or near;
Conny who could mend and make; who oiled rusty hinges, repaired broken
locks and latches, sharpened the kitchen knives, filed the old saws, and
put new handles to all the cast-away tools on the premises. Best of
all, in the doctor's eyes, it was Conny who knew every nook of mountain
and forest, and whose swift feet and skillful fingers sought out every
plant that grew, and brought it to his master's feet.
Only Bridget held to her deep suspicion of something wrong about Conny.
"The cratur's that shmart wid his two hands ye wudn't belave, mum, but I
misthrust he's shly: it's in the blood of 'im.
"You ought not to say such things, Bridget; you have no reason to think
Conny is not honest," Mrs. Hunter would say.
"It's not to say that he'd sthale, mum, but he's _shly_. I've coom upon
'im soodent wance or twicet, an' seen 'im shlip something intil 'is
pocket, an' 'im toornin' red in the face an' confused like. An' says I,
'Conny, is it something fine ye have?' An' the b'y walked away widout a
word jist."
Mrs. Hunter laughed. "He is just like every other boy in the
world--storing up all sorts of odds and ends, as if they were treasures.
I remember when Joe would hardly allow me to mend his pockets for fear I
should disturb some of his precious trinkets."
Biddy tossed her head with an air that plainly said her opinion was in
no wise changed, as she answered, discreetly, "Ye may be in the rights
of it, mum, but it's not mesilf would be judgin' the cratur by Master
Joe, that was born a gintleman, let alone the bringin' up."
Quite by accident Mrs. Hunter herself discovered the mystery in Conny's
bosom, for, sitting one day by the window at her sewing, she saw the boy
come from the wood-house, and after a quick glance in every direction,
dart like a squirrel up one of the great hemlock-trees, where he sat
completely screened by the branches, only now and then when a stronger
gust of wind swayed the top, and gave her a glimpse of him bending
intently over something upon his knees. Mrs. Hunter watched him for some
time, and then went quietly under the tree and called, "Conny!"
There was a moment of hesitation, and she fancied she saw him put
something into the crotch of the tree before he came sliding down at her
feet, looking decidedly confused.
"What were you doing up there, Conny?" she asked, pleasantly.
"No harm at all, ma'am," said Conny, with his eyes on his bare brown
feet.
"I suppose not, but I should like to know what it was that you hid up in
the tree."
"It's no harm, ma'am," repeated Conny, very red and very earnest.
"Then you can certainly show it to me: I wish to see it," said Mrs.
Hunter, decidedly.
Conny disappeared in the tree, and in an instant came down, more slowly
than before, carrying something carefully in his hand. He gave it to
Mrs. Hunter, and stood before her looking as red and guilty as if he had
been found in possession of the doctor's gold watch. It was a miniature
sideboard of fragrant red cedar, nearly complete, with drawers, shelves,
and exquisite carvings--a lovely little model of the handsome sideboard
which was the pride of Mrs. Hunter's heart.
"What a beautiful thing!" said Mrs. Hunter, with such delight in her
tone that Conny ventured to look up.
"I was keeping it a secret, ma'am, for little Miss Betty's birthday, to
give it her unbeknown."
"It is the very prettiest toy I ever saw," said Mrs. Hunter. "I am sorry
I spoiled your secret, Conny, but you don't mind my knowing, do you?"
Conny brightened wonderfully.
"I doubted you might think it was presuming in me, ma'am, to be making
little Miss Betty a present. Indeed," he added, with a droll little
twinkle of his eyes, "it's trouble enough I've had keeping it. Biddy
caught me making a little drawing of the fine chest, and would have it
out of me what I was hiding; and once, when I was just using my two eyes
at the window, she asked me was I planning to steal the silver. And what
with little Miss Betty herself, and Timothy rummaging my bits of things,
I was just driven to the tree, ma'am."
"And I pursued you there," laughed Mrs. Hunter, to which Conny only
responded with a respectful bow.
"Well, Conny, you shall have a shop. I'll give you the key to the little
south attic. That was my boy's playroom, and you may keep your tools
there, and lock the door, and nobody shall enter without your leave, not
even I."
The evident delight that beamed from Conny's eyes almost brought the
tears into Mrs. Hunter's, and made her resolve that this young genius
should have a chance to grow. She even felt that it would not be
honorable in her to reveal his secret to the doctor, but decided that
she would wait a few weeks for Betty's birthday.
But before Betty's birthday another secret came to light. Dr. Hunter had
twice noticed a strange, rough-looking man hanging about the premises.
He had made a pretense of looking for work, but the doctor distrusted
him, and ordered him away.
[Illustration: THE DOCTOR COMING UPON CONNY AND THE MOONSHINER IN
HEMLOCK GLEN.]
To his great surprise, a few mornings later, he came suddenly upon the
same man in the heart of Hemlock Glen, in earnest conversation with
Conny. The man instantly disappeared in the woods, and the doctor
reined up his horse, and bade Conny get into the gig. He obeyed
silently, crouching, as he often did, at the doctor's feet, and dangling
his bare legs over the side of the gig.
"Who was that man, Conny?" asked the doctor, when they were nearly home.
"Jock McCleggan, sir."
"Who is he?"
"Just Jock, sir: a man that lives off and on here-abouts."
"Oh," said the doctor, understanding perfectly well that Jock was a
moonshiner; "and what business have you with a rascal like that?"
"He knew my feyther, sir, and he's been saying to me these many days
that it was agreed between 'em I was to 'bide with him when my feyther
died. It's a lee, sir; my feyther never said it."
"He'd better not show his face to me again," said the doctor. "I'll
horsewhip him."
Conny suddenly pulled a crumpled bit of paper from his bosom and showed
it to the doctor, saying,
"He brought me that just the morning."
The doctor read:
"TO MR. JOCK MCCLEGGIN,--i want yu tu tak mi sun Cony tu du as if
he was yure one. i mene wen i am ded."
"SANDY MCCONEL."
"Do you think your father wrote it?" asked the doctor, smiling a little.
Conny looked at him with grave displeasure.
"My feyther was a gentleman, sir, not a blitherin' loon like Jock
McCleggan, to stumble at spelling his own name." Then, with a great deal
of anxiety, he added,
"Jock says you can be made to give me up; he says it'll be a case of
kidnapping."
"Nonsense, Conny: nobody can touch you, or me either; but I advise you
to steer clear of Jock and all his companions."
But after this conversation the doctor thought best to see the
authorities of Dunsmore, and have himself duly appointed as guardian for
Conny--a proceeding which gave the boy unbounded satisfaction.
"I'm yer servant now, little Miss Betty," he said, with a low bow. "Yer
servant to keep and to hold; that was what the magistrate said. 'Deed
and you're the first lady that ever had a McConnell for a servant."
Betty's birthday came and went. The wonderful little toy was presented,
and it was hard saying who was most delighted, Betty or the doctor.
"You are a genius, Conny--an artist, a poet," he exclaimed; and he made
a journey to Kilbourne, bringing back a set of carving tools for Conny,
and a furnished doll's house, with which he bribed the little lady to
give her dainty sideboard into safe-keeping until her curious fingers
should have outgrown their passion for pulling things to pieces.
Day by day the attachment of the family for Conny increased.
"He is a gentleman born," said Mrs. Hunter. "I wish I could know more
about his history, but he is as discreet as if he were fifty instead of
fifteen."
"I fancy his father was a gentleman with a Scotchman's weakness for
whiskey, and that he came up here to keep out of sight. At any rate, the
boy is a genius, and I intend he shall have a chance in the world."
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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ST. JOHNS, MICHIGAN.
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GRAFTON, WEST VIRGINIA.
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Middletown, New York.
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_Metal Tree._--A bar of pure zinc two and a half inches long and
three-eighths of an inch in diameter; ten cents' worth of sugar of
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L. E. K.
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as will lie upon the point of a penknife blade, and half the
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Nacoochee, White County, Georgia.
We would advise our young chemists to buy some good work on the elements
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NEWPORT, RHODE ISLAND.
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JOHN R. B.
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PORT BYRON, ILLINOIS.
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ALBION, NEW YORK.
I live with my mamma and grandpa and grandma. I am four years old,
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little doll driver. He was so good he gave me more candy than he
kept himself, and the dolly too.
"B" likes "The Moral Pirates" because it is about boats. We are
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Post-office Box ever so much.
"LITTLE PEARL."
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CHICAGO, ILLINOIS.
I think the "worm" described by Maggie P. B. is the caterpillar of
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willow-trees, and I kept them and fed them every day. In the fall
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spring beautiful moths, nearly six inches across the wings, came
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CLIFFORD S.
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WILL E. BREHMER,
Penn Yan, Yates County, New York.
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REGINALD S. KOEHLER,
P. O. Box 370, Hagerstown, Maryland.
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RICHARD KIPP,
13 Grant Street, Newark, New Jersey.
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J. LEE MAHIN,
Muscatine, Iowa.
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H. L. MCILVAIN,
120 North Fifth Street, Reading, Pennsylvania.
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To any one who will send me twenty-five postmarks I will send by
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60 Asylum Street, New Haven, Connecticut.
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CARL REESE EALY,
22 North Shippen St., Lancaster, Pa.
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they would let me know.
I. N. KRIEGSHABER,
490 Fifth Street, between Breckinridge and Kentucky,
Louisville, Kentucky.
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HARRY E. F.--The letters S. P. Q. R. stand for _Senatus populusque
Romanus_, meaning the Senate and people of Rome.
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OTTIE LE ROI.--Wild rabbits and hares change their coats with the
changing season. This peculiarity is especially marked in the Alpine
hares of Switzerland. In YOUNG PEOPLE No. 13, in the paper entitled
"Hares, Wild and Tame," is a full description of the summer and winter
costume of these little animals.
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WILLIE H. S.--The army-worm varies considerably in its size and markings
according to the locality in which it is found, but its general
characteristics are sufficiently marked to distinguish it. Its length
varies from one to one and three-quarter inches. Its color is gray,
sometimes so dark as to appear nearly black. It usually has narrow
yellow stripes along its back and sides, and a few short straggling
hairs on its body. The moth of this destructive caterpillar is called
_Leucania unipuncta_. It is a small rusty grayish-brown fellow, its
wings peppered with black dots. It is a member of the extensive family
of owlet moths, and may be seen fluttering about the lamps and gas jets
any summer evening.
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PAULINE M.--If you send eighty-one cents, accompanied by your full
address, to the publishers, the numbers of YOUNG PEOPLE you require will
be forwarded to you.
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WILLIE F.--Directions for the construction of an ice-boat will be given
in an early number of YOUNG PEOPLE.
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"PIGEON."--The wisest thing you can do is to save your pennies until you
can buy a pair of the pets you wish, and give up all idea of snaring
wild ones.
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Favors are acknowledged from A. S. Barrett, George H. Hitchcock, Blanche
M., Nellie B., Carrie M. Keyes, Bertha C., L. Blanche P., A. W. Graham,
George L. Osgood, Flora Liddy, C. F. M., Joseph Taylor, Daisy G., Susie
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PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
No. 1.
WORD SQUARES.
1. First, a city in Italy. Second, a river in Germany. Third, a river in
the northern part of New England. Fourth, a river in France.
2. First, a small vessel. Second, to detest. Third, pursuit. Fourth,
multitudes. Fifth, a curl.
WINIFRED.
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No. 2.
UNITED DIAMONDS.
1. In Kentucky. A character in mythology. A time of repose. A pronoun.
In Montana.
2. In Alaska. A pronoun. A shelter. Eccentric. In Vermont. Centrals of
diamonds read across give the name of a poisonous plant.
CLARENCE.
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No. 3.
DOUBLE ENIGMA.
Our firsts in cow, but not in kitten.
Our seconds in coat, but not in mitten.
Our thirds in sword, but not in knife.
Our fourths in horn, but not in fife.
Our fifths in wire, but not in thread.
Our sixths in ran, but not in sped.
Our sevenths in gallant, not in brave.
Our eighths in tunnel, not in cave.
Our ninths in oil, but not in water.
Our tenths in son, but not in daughter.
And if you join these letters well,
You'll find two warriors' names they spell.
SADIE.
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No. 4.
GEOGRAPHICAL DROP-LETTER PUZZLES.
1. A__a, a city in Burmah. O__f__h, a city in Turkey. J__d__a__, a city
in Arabia. R__a__, a city in Arabia. __e__i__, a city in China.
__u__a__, a city in Hindostan. O__s__, a city in the Russian Empire.
GRACE.
2. E__e__e__, a city in England. A__a__a__a, one of the United States.
__a__a__a, a river in South America. __a__a__a__, a city in South
America. __a__a__a, an isthmus.
BOLUS.
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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 45.
No. 1.
William the Conqueror.
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Pilgrim's Progress.
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