ON THE EDGE OF PARADISE VALLEY.
From the springs a four-mile scramble through the woods and up the rocky
beds of ancient waterways brought the party to a place where the
Nisqually River must be crossed. Here a single giant tree had been
felled so as to span the torrent, and its upper surface roughly hewn to
a level. A short distance above the rude bridge rose the frowning front
of a glacier. Although its ice was mud-stained and honeycombed by
countless rivulets that ponied from its upper surface in tiny cascades,
it still formed an inspiring spectacle, and one that filled Bonny with
wondering admiration, for it was his first glacier.
From an arched ice cavern at its base poured the milk-white river, with
a hollow roaring, and such force that fair-sized bowlders were swept
down its channel as though they were so many sticks of wood. The whole
scene was of such fascinating interest that it very nearly brought poor
Bonny to grief.
[Illustration: BONNY WAS JERKED VIOLENTLY BACKWARD.]
He had dismounted, and was preparing to follow M. Filbert and Alaric,
who had already led their ponies in safety across the narrow bridge.
These animals had crossed so readily that he supposed his would do the
same, and, as he stepped out on the great log, was paying far more
attention to the glacier than to it. Suddenly he was jerked violently
backward, pitched headlong down the bank, and barely saved himself from
the icy torrent by clutching at a friendly bush. At the same moment his
pony, who had no confidence in mountain bridges, dashed into the roaring
stream, was instantly swept from his footing, rolled over and over, and
borne struggling away toward what seemed certain destruction. By the
good fortune that attends all fools, animals as well as human, he
managed to escape both drowning and broken bones, and finally regained
his feet on a friendly reef that projected into the river a quarter of a
mile below the bridge. There he stood trembling, bruised, and dripping
when Bonny and one of the Indians, who had hastened down the bank to
discover his fate, found him a few minutes later. From that time forth
he was the meekest and most docile pony imaginable, suffering himself
not only to be led over the log bridge without remonstrance, but
wherever else his young master desired.
High above this lovely valley, and close to the line where snow and
timber met, M. Filbert called a halt, and ordered the permanent camp to
be pitched. Although this point was less than half-way to the top of the
mountain, or only 6500 feet above sea-level, the ponies could climb no
higher, and, after being unladen, were sent back in charge of the
packers into Paradise Valley, where they might fatten on its juicy
grasses until needed for the return trip.
From here, then, the ragged slope of ice, snow, and rock that stretched
indefinitely upward toward the far-away shining summit must be traversed
on foot or not at all. But this was not to be done now nor for days to
come, during which the camp just pitched was to be the base of a
widespread series of explorations. A few straggling hemlocks, so bent by
the ice-laden winds that swept down the mountain-side in winter that
they looked like decrepit old men, furnished shelter, fuel, and bedding.
"It beats the sloop away out of sight," remarked Bonny.
"Or Skookum John's," said Alaric.
"Yes, or being chased and starved."
"The best of it all is that up here I seem to amount to something,"
added Alaric.
This was, after all, the true secret of our lads' content; for, in spite
of its novelty, the present situation would quickly have grown wearisome
had they not been constantly and happily occupied. Every day that the
weather would permit they tramped from early morning until dark over
snow-fields and glaciers, sealed cliffs, scrambled down into valleylike
meadows set like green jewels in the grim mountain-side, threaded their
way amid the fantastic forms of stunted forests, toiled slowly up lofty
heights, or slid with the speed of toboggans down gleaming slopes. Each
day they gained in agility and daring, and each night they returned to
that cheery camp with its light, warmth, and abounding comforts, so
healthfully tired and so ravenously hungry that it is no wonder they
grew to look upon it as a home and a very pleasant one.
Both lads developed specialties in which they became expert. Alaric's
was photography, an art that he had acquired in France, and had
practised at intervals for more than a year. As soon as M. Filbert
discovered this knowledge on the part of his young interpreter, he
entrusted him with the camera, and never had the lad devoted himself to
anything with such enthusiasm, as he now did to the capturing of views.
His greatest triumph came through hours of tedious and noiseless
creeping over a rough icefield that finally placed him within twenty
yards of a couple of mountain-goats.
Although the wind was blowing strongly from them to him, the timid
creatures were already alarmed, and were sniffing the air suspiciously,
when a click of the camera's shutter sent them off like a flash. But the
shot had been successful, as was shown by the development of a perfect
plate that evening. M. Filbert was jubilant over this feat, which he
said had never before been accomplished, and complimented the lad in
flattering terms upon the skilful patience that had led to it.
Bonny's specialty lay in the collecting of flowers, to which he had
devoted himself assiduously ever since learning that they were what the
little Frenchman most desired. Keen-eyed, nimble-footed, and tireless,
he discovered and secured many a rare specimen that but for him would
have been passed unnoticed.
Thus the leader of the expedition found reason to value the good
qualities of his young assistants more highly with each day, and was
already planning to have them accompany him on his entire American tour,
during which he proposed to ascend at least a dozen more mountains.
Bonny was jubilant over the prospect of such a trip, and was now as
eager to learn French, in order to qualify himself for it, as he had
formerly been scornful of the language.
With all this open-air life and splendid physical exercise the one-time
pale-faced and slender Alaric was broadening and developing beyond
belief. His cheeks were now a ruddy brown, his eyes were clear, his
muscles hard, and his step as springy as that of a mountain-goat. Above
everything else in his own estimation he was learning to swing an axe
with precision, and could now chop a log in two almost as neatly as
Bonny himself.
For all that they were so constantly and agreeably occupied, the boys
were possessed of a great and ever-increasing longing to stand on the
lofty but still distant summit, with the general aspect of which they
had become so familiar during their stay in the timber-line camp. Thus,
when one evening M. Filbert decided to make a start toward it on the
morrow, they hailed the announcement with joy. One of the Indians was to
accompany them as guide, while his fellow was to be left with François
to keep camp.
The greater part of the following morning was devoted to making
preparations for the climb and what was thought might prove a three
days' absence from camp. The hobnails of their walking-boots, worn
smooth by friction, were replaced by a fresh set. Alpenstocks were
tested until it was certain that each of those to be taken would bear
the weight of the heaviest of the party. Provisions were cooked and
packs laid out. Each was to carry a canvas-covered blanket sleeping-bag,
inside of which would be rolled provisions for three days, a tin plate,
and a cup. Each was also provided with a sheath-knife and a supply of
matches. Besides these things M. Filbert was to carry a barometer, a
thermometer, a compass, and a collecting-case. Alaric was entrusted with
the camera and two dozen plates. Bonny's extras were a hatchet and a
fifty-foot coil of stout rope; while the Indian was to carry an ice-axe,
and pack a burden of fire-wood.
It was nearly noon when, fortified by a hearty lunch, they left their
homelike camp, and facing resolutely upward, began a tedious climb over
the limitless expanse of snow that they struck within the first hundred
yards. The climb of that afternoon was hot, in spite of the snow that
crunched beneath their feet, tedious, and only mildly exciting, for all
the perils of the ascent were to come on the morrow. Shortly before the
sun sank into the sea of cloud that spread in fleecy undulations beneath
them, they reached the base of the Cleaver, a gigantic ridge that seemed
to bar their further progress. Here, on a small plat of nearly level
ground from which they dug away the snow, they made a fire over which to
boil water for a pot of tea, ate supper, and prepared to pass the night.
They were four thousand feet above timber-line, and two miles higher
than the waters of Puget Sound.
As soon as supper was over the entire party crawled into their
sleeping-bags for protection against the bitter cold of the night, and
for a while the two boys, nestling together, talked in low tones.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
SOLVING A GEOGRAPHICAL CONUNDRUM.
THE LONG-VEXED QUESTION OF THE MOBANGI-MAKUA RIVER.
BY CYRUS C. ADAMS.
If you were to select a bit of the earth's surface to illustrate the slow
and painful steps by which geographical knowledge often grows, you could
do no better than to point to the Mobangi-Makua River, the largest Congo
tributary. No other subordinate river in Africa has ever been the theme
of so much mistaken guess-work, or has cost the labor of so many
explorers. For many years this was the largest river in the world that
was in dispute. Even the name by which it was long known was a blunder.
When Schweinfurth asked its name, the natives answered, "Welle." But
Welle simply means "river," and is not the name of the stream.
If all African tribes were great travellers, as some of them are, and
were gifted, like the Eskimos, with keen geographical instinct, they
would save explorers no end of blunders, guess-work, and toil. But often
they do not know rivers, lakes, or mountains beyond their own frontiers,
and each tribe has its own names, or no names at all, for the
geographical aspects around them. When an explorer asked the name of a
great lake, the natives shouted, "Nyassa!" which means simply "lake":
and so we have the name Lake Nyassa on the maps to-day. Nearly every
tribe along the Mobangi-Makua has its own name for the river, which,
being disguised as the Kibali, the Makua, the Dua, the Mobangi, and so
on, was hard to recognize as one and the same great river under many
aliases.
Schweinfurth says it was a thrilling moment when first he stood upon the
bank of the "noble river, which rolled its deep dark flood majestically
to the west." At a glance he settled one important question. He had
heard of the river, and thought it might be a tributary of the Nile. But
on that spring day in 1870 he saw its flood drifting into the great
unknown to the west. One point was settled. It was not a Nile affluent;
and the explorer, listening to all the natives could tell him, studying
all our meagre information about water systems to the west, convinced
himself that he had discovered the upper part of the Shari River, which
pours into Lake Tchad, on the edge of the Sahara Desert. For years most
geographers agreed with him, and map-makers traced the supposed course
of Schweinfurth's Welle to the edge of the great northern desert.
But when Stanley floated down the Congo in 1877, he saw great rivers
entering it from the north. It occurred to him, and to the explorers who
followed him, that one of them was probably the lower course of
Schweinfurth's Welle. For years this and that river was talked about as
the possible outlet of the Welle.
Stanley thought it was very likely identical with the Aruwimi, and he
published his hypothesis in his book _The Congo_ in 1885. He had never
seen the mighty flood that the Mobangi pours into the Congo, hundreds of
miles below the Aruwimi confluence.
Nobody knew, until after Stanley's book was published, that one of the
greatest and most modest of explorers, the late Dr. Wilhelm Junker, had
already traced the Welle--or the Makua, as he called it--for hundreds of
miles, to a point far west of the Aruwimi, proving that it could not
possibly be that river. For nearly seven years (1879-86) this man of
science lived alone near the upper waters of the mysterious river,
studying Nature and Nature's children, eating the food his black friends
sold him, including fried ants and other relishes and dainties not known
in our cuisine, and wandering through the land with only a cane in his
hand, and a few black servants to carry his baggage. At the frontier of
a new district he always pitched his camp, sent his presents forward to
the chief, made his peaceful purpose known, and asked permission to go
on. In all these years he never fired a hostile shot; and late in 1882
he set out down the river to find if it really flowed to Lake Tchad.
But Junker's heart was heavy within him. How could he map the unknown
region he was entering? His scientific equipment was worthless. Some
instruments had been broken during mouths of incessant travel. Others
had been ruined by the humid climate. He had absolutely nothing except a
compass to aid in determining his positions. Destitute of scientific
outfit he determined to make up for it, as far as he could, by
scrupulous care, and the most minute exactitude he could attain in his
route survey.
[Illustration: JUNKER TRUDGED ALONG, COMPASS IN HAND.]
So Dr. Junker trudged along through the grass, that was often higher
than his head, compass in hand, counting every step. Every fifteen
minutes he stopped and jotted down in his note-book the distance and the
mean direction travelled in the preceding quarter of an hour. He noted
all the little streams, the names of villages, the hill features, and so
on; and at night he drew on his route map, with the greatest care, the
journey of the day, and all the data that may be recorded on a map.
Geographers still examine with great interest these neat and methodical
map sheets. But they did not know, till years after Junker had returned
home, that he had achieved, as we shall see, one of the most remarkable
geographical feats on record.
Junker kept up this trying routine through all the weeks of his long
journey. Compelled at last to turn back, when nearly four hundred miles
on his way, by news that the Mahdists might destroy all the collections
he had left behind, he computed the latitude and longitude of his
farthest point. All the facts for this computation were his note-book
records and the known position of his starting-point. When he returned
home, he and Dr. Hassenstein, a famous German cartographer, sat down and
laboriously dug through Dr. Junker's records again. The result was
almost the same that Junker himself had reached.
The time came when Lieutenant Le Marinel, ascending the great river from
the Congo, reached Dr. Junker's farthest. With his instruments he fixed
the geographical position of this point, and found that it was
practically just where Junker and Hassenstein said it was. Junker's
determination, made without instruments, at the end of a long journey,
was not more than a mile or two out of the way.
Did you ever hear of a steamboat losing its way and getting into the
wrong river by mistake? This actually happened on the Congo, and the
blunder hastened the day when the world was to know all about the
destination of the Makua River. One day, in 1885, Mr. George Grenfell
was steaming along on the _Peace_, and thought he was making excellent
progress up the Congo. But one thing perplexed him. He could not find
Libongo, on the Congo's right bank. He had been there before, and knew
where the town ought to be. He began to wonder if he was on the Congo,
after all. He discovered that he had passed the first parallel of north
latitude, and then he knew that he had ascended, for one hundred miles,
a mighty tributary that seemed as large as the Congo itself. It was the
Mobangi. Grenfell's mistake was not so absurd as it appears. The Mobangi
has a very wide channel, is thickly strewn with islands, like the Congo,
and its lower course, for many miles, runs nearly parallel with the
greater river. Its mouth had been discovered the year before, but
nothing was known of the river.
Grenfell had other work to do just then, and so he lost no time in
getting out of the Mobangi; but later in the same year he entered its
mouth again, determined to go wherever it led him. His little party on
the steamer were in great straits for food one day, and they could not
buy provisions. The Mobangi natives had decided that their strange
visitors were ghosts, and who ever heard of ghosts needing food? As
usual, Grenfell tried argument and persuasion instead of force.
"Look here," he said. "We are men like you. If we do not eat we cannot
live. We sleep as you do. We have the same number of fingers and toes
that you have. You never saw ghosts who were like you as we are."
It took a good deal of this sort of talk to convince the native mind,
but at last the explorer went on his way, with as much food as his boat
could carry, leaving friends behind.
[Illustration: THEY ASSAILED THE "PEACE" WITH FLIGHTS OF POISONED
ARROWS.]
Up the Mobangi steamed the _Peace_, over three hundred miles north of
the equator, and Grenfell had travelled four hundred miles on the river,
when rapids barred the way, and he turned back. It had been an exciting
trip, for thousands of natives lined the banks, convinced that the times
were out of joint indeed if these remarkable strangers with their
puffing smoke boat must needs be inflicted upon them. Near the most
northern point attained Grenfell saw houses built in the branches of
tall straight-stemmed trees. The houses were forty to fifty feet in the
air, and from them dangled rope-ladders reaching to the ground. A
strange and animated spectacle was witnessed when these aerial
structures came into view; for men, women, and children were clambering
up the rope-ladders as fast as their arms and legs could carry them, and
taking refuge in the houses. From these points of vantage they assailed
the _Peace_ with flights of poisoned arrows, which nobody on board
minded a whit, for the party were well protected by the arrow-proof wire
netting that shielded the deck. Savage fears were finally allayed, and
the refugees sought terra firma again. Everybody welcomed Grenfell as he
steamed down the river, and the only trouble was that he could not stay
long enough to satisfy the newly made friends, who had been his enemies
a little before.
Thus the mystery was gradually clearing up. Even before the news from
Grenfell reached Europe, the Belgian geographer Wauters declared that
Schweinfurth's Welle must be a Congo tributary, and the Mobangi its
lower course. What a shout of protest the French geographers raised!
They laughed at the idea, and said it was extremely absurd. The trouble
with them was that if Schweinfurth's river was in the Congo basin, it
could not belong wholly to France, and so they were determined that its
waters should not join the Congo if they could help it. They wanted
nearly every foot of the waterway to be traversed before they were
willing to surrender. But as soon as Grenfell's great discovery was
reported, all other theories melted into air, and Lake Tchad ceased to
figure as the outlet of the Makua.
But poor Dr. Junker did not know how grandly he had helped to solve the
problem. His letters had reached the outside world, but no letters from
home had come to him. Months after Grenfell's ascent of the Mobangi,
Junker reached the sea. "I still believe," he said, "that the Makua goes
to Lake Tchad." He was told of Grenfell's discovery, and he thought it
over for a while before he made reply. Then he simply said: "That
settles it. The Makua goes to the Congo."
But several hundred miles of unexplored river still stretched between
the points attained by Grenfell and Junker, and it was 1890 before this
gap was completely filled by the expeditions of Van Gèle and Le Marinel.
Time and again Van Gèle pulled his little steamer through the rapids
that had barred Grenfell's advance. One of them will always bear the
name of Elephant Rapid, because there the explorer killed an elephant,
whose flesh was smoked, and supplied food to forty black helpers for two
months. New vistas of Africa opened along the half-mile-wide river above
the rapids. Plantations of maize and bananas stretched for miles away.
Many villages dotted the hill-sides, posts of observation were seen high
up in the branches of lofty cottonwood-trees, and, strange to relate,
many women had black hair hanging down their backs in braids, some of
which were so very long that they were tied around the arms to keep them
from trailing on the ground. European anthropologists rubbed their eyes
and read again. But how many stories are spoiled by a little
investigation! It was discovered at last that all these tresses were
false, and of vegetable origin.
Most of the natives were friendly, and their fleets of thirty or forty
canoes, filled with food for sale, often surrounded the steamer; and so,
after twenty years of theory, guess-work, discussion, and exploration,
the great river was at last revealed, from the mountains near the Nile
that gave it birth to the place where it mingles with the Congo.
THE ARMENIAN RELIEF COMMITTEE OF
WASHINGTON SQUARE.
A Comedietta in One Act.
BY EDITH V. BRANDER MATTHEWS.
_Characters:_
MISS SILVIA BROWN, _hostess_.
MISS HARRIETT SPAULDING.
MISS GRACE DUNLAP.
MISS ROSE HALLAM.
MISS PAULINE DAVENPORT.
MISS CATHERINE CRUGER.
TIME.--_Present._
PLACE.--_Miss_ Silvia Brown'_s home, overlooking Washington Square._
SCENE.--_Parlor. Fireplace in flat centre. Door in right upper corner.
Low table to left of fireplace. Six chairs arranged in a semicircle in
centre of stage. At rise of curtain_ Silvia _is discovered seated in a
big arm-chair to left centre, busy reading._
_Silvia_ (_dropping book in her lap as the curtain rolls up_). Oh, dear!
I do wish those girls would come! I begin to feel nervous.
(_Fretfully._) I don't see what good we girls can do, anyhow. We can't
prevent those hideous old Turks from scratching the eyes out of the poor
Armenians. Oh, why did Miss Peabody suggest that we girls of the
graduating class of the Peabody School (_mimicking_) should form
ourselves into some sort of a society in order to keep up the pleasant
friendships begun at school? She might have known Catharine Cruger would
want us to undertake some outlandish thing or other. (_Sarcastically._)
Of course dear Catharine no sooner returned to town this fall than she
reminded us of Miss Peabody's parting injunction, and proposed we should
try to relieve the unfortunate Armenians. It will be so easy, so simple.
(_Angrily._) To think that I was idiot enough to offer to have the
meeting here! But I won't have anything to do with the matter, no noth--
_Rose_ (_entering door right upper corner_). Good-afternoon, dear. I
hope I am not late?
_Silvia_ (_shaking hands, but still somewhat ruffled_). Oh no, dear!
it's only three-quarters of an hour past the time.
_Rose_ (_serenely_). Oh, I am so glad I am the first, for I haven't had
time to look up where Armenia is, so do tell me, dear, before the girls
come (_taking off her veil_). I really meant to have been here earlier,
but as I passed Madame Jacquin's I saw such a love of a theatre hat I
simply couldn't resist going in to try it on.
_Silvia_ (_with interest_). What was it like?
_Rose_. A soft crown of gold-brown velvet, with the cutest little
net-work of gold beads, held on with little loops of blue--
_Harriet_ (_appearing in the doorway_). Oh, girls, I have hurried so,
and I can't stay but a few minutes, for I promised to meet mamma at Mrs.
Draper's in half an hour! It's a musical, you know, and I've simply got
to tell Kitty Draper all about the Leap-Year Ball.
_Grace_ (_entering hastily, and out of breath, addressing_ Harriet). I
saw you ahead of me and tried to catch up, but you walked like a
steam-engine. (_To_ Silvia.) Why, where are the rest?
_Silvia_. I don't know. Pauline promised to be here early, and she is an
hour late now.
_Pauline_ (_coming in as_ Silvia _utters the last words, laughingly_).
Now do have the grace to say "better late than never."
_Silvia_ (_smiling_). "Eavesdroppers never hear any good of themselves"
would be a more suitable proverb. But are we really all here? (_Looks
around._) No, Catharine is missing.
_Grace_ (_mischievously_). Absent would be a better word.
_Rose_. Well, do let's begin. I can't stay more than fifteen minutes. I
ought to be trying on my new mousseline de soie this minute. (_Becoming
enthusiastic._) Really, Madam Mosset has outdone herself. Why, she has
put the dearest, little folds of--
_Harriet_ (_interrupting, wearily_). What are we to do, anyway?
_All_. I don't know.
_Grace_ (_pulling out a letter from her pocket, and reading_). Catharine
says we are an Armenian Relief Committee. (_Helplessly._) What do we
have to do?
_All_ (_wailingly_). I don't know.
_Grace_. Let Silvia tell us; she's hostess.
_Silvia_ (_despairingly_). I haven't the faintest idea what we can do.
Catharine suggested this meeting, and she ought to be here to help us.
_Harriet_ (_gloomily_). If Catharine were here she would make us do just
as she pleases. (_With awe._) She has been studying parliamentary law.
_All_ (_much impressed_). No! Really?
_Grace_. Well, suppose we think hard for a few minutes, and then tell
our ideas. [_Silence._]
_Pauline_ (_suddenly_). Couldn't we-- No, that wouldn't do.
_Harriet_. Perhaps we might-- No, I'm afraid that wouldn't do, either.
_Rose_. Do they need clothes? We might send them a trunkful or two.
_Silvia_ (_doubtfully_). No, I don't believe they need clothes
particularly. (_Then quickly._) I've heard that they suffer horribly
from hunger.
_Harriet_. Splendid! Then we can send them some canned soups and potted
meats and--
_Pauline_ (_sarcastically_). And lobster salad and fried oysters. No,
girls; really, I think if we got our brothers to give us their old guns
and bought a few new ones it would be the best thing. My brother said
last evening they were unarmed, and couldn't defend themselves.
_Grace_ (_humming to the air of "If you want to know the time, ask a
policeman"_). Won't you come and have a Gatling-gun with me?
_Pauline_ (_ruffled_). Well, then, suggest something better yourself;
only my brother said--
_Harriet_ (_energetically_). I know one sure thing. I will have nothing
to do with any fair. I'll do almost anything else you girls want, but
after standing five hours steadily, and only selling four dollars' worth
of rubbish last year at the Golden Rule Fair, I made a solemn vow I
would scrub before doing such a thing again.
_Silvia_. I quite agree with you, my dear. Fairs are immoral. I've told
more lies at my last fair trying to get people to buy things they didn't
want than I ever expect to be guilty of again till--(_hesitating_)--till
the next one.
_Rose_ (_thoughtfully_). Fairs are tiresome, but a costume fair would be
lovely.
_Grace_ (_shaking her head_). No fairs for me. I spent six months for
the last one doing drawn-work on twelve doilies, and then Mrs. Miller
bought them at twenty-five cents apiece for handkerchiefs for her little
girl's doll!
_Pauline_ (_importantly_). Well, my brother says he thinks lotteries and
fairs are all on a par, for at the former you lose your dollars, and at
the latter you lose your sense.
_All_ (_groaning_). Oh, Pauline!
_Grace_. Well, at least we have settled what we won't do, so let's think
up something we can do. Come, Silvia, you suggest something.
_Silvia_. Why can't we give tableaux-vivants, and send the money we get
to our ambassador at Constantinople for distribution?
_Rose_. Lovely!
_Pauline_. Splendid!
_Harriet_. Oh, I can't!
_Grace_. Oh yes, let's!
_Harriet_ (_despairingly_). Oh, I'm so sorry! I wish I could join you
girls in this, but mamma has forbidden my taking part in tableaux.
_All_. Why?
_Harriet_. Because this summer at Newport Mrs. Miller got up some
tableaux in her barn for the benefit of ship-wrecked sailors, and the
next day the papers had a full account of it, and fancy pictures of
every one, and they represented me, in what looked like a night-gown,
posing airily for Maid Marian under a tree.
_Rose_. How shameful!
_Silvia_. Naturally we can't have that; but what can we--
_Catharine_ (_entering_). How do you do, girls? I must apologize for my
tardiness, Silvia, but I had to go shopping, and was delayed. (_Seating
herself._) Now what have you girls decided on doing?
_All_ (_wofully_). Nothing.
_Catharine_ (_springing up_). Do you mean to say you are going to do
nothing? Nothing, when thousands of unfortunate Armenians are being
massacred daily, and thousands still are homeless, hungry, and
destitute; when--
_Silvia_ (_exasperated_). We didn't say we weren't going to do anything:
we simply said we hadn't decided what to do.
[_All try to explain at once._]
_Pauline_. My brother says they need arms--
_Harriet_. Silvia said tableaux; but I can't--
_Grace_. Perhaps if we simply got--
_Rose_. We might give a fancy dress b--
_Catharine_ (_putting her fingers in her ears_). Look here, girls; if we
all talk at once, we won't decide on anything. Now I've studied
Parliamentary law, and I know we ought to have a chairman and a
secretary. Suppose we nominate?
_All_. Oh yes; you be chairman!
_Catharine_. But you must vote. (_Rising._) All those in favor of Miss
Cruger serving us as chairman will please say aye.
_All_ (_half paralysed_). Aye!
_Catharine_. It is a unanimous vote, and Miss Cruger is elected. (_Goes
over to centre of stage and takes middle chair._) Will you please
nominate a secretary?
_Rose_. You be secretary, Harriet.
_Harriet_. No; you be it.
_Rose_. Well, let's have Pauline.
_Pauline_. I can't. I never should know what to do. My brother says--
_Catharine_ (_rapping on back of chair_). The meeting will please come
to order.
_Pauline_ (_with a gasp_). I--I only wanted to say--[_Collapses and
remains silent._]
_Catharine_ (_impatiently_). Well, are you going to nominate?
_All_ (_except_ Harriet). You be secretary, Harriet.
_Harriet_. I really don't want to be. I--
_Catharine_. Miss Spaulding has been nominated. All those in favor of
Miss Spaulding acting as secretary will please say aye.
_All_. Aye!
_Harriet_. But I don't know what to do.
_Catharine_. You're chosen to act. I'll tell you what to do. (_Turning
to the others._) The first business to come before this meeting is how
and in what way can we help the unfortunate Armenians?
_Rose_. I think it would be better--
_Pauline_. My brother says they can't--
_Catharine_. One at a time, please. Miss Hallam has the floor.
_Rose_ (_nettled_). I was only going to suggest--that is, I thought
perhaps it would be as well--(_weakly_)--but I am not at all sure--
[_Subsides._]
_Catharine_ (_severely_). Miss Davenport now has the floor.
_Pauline_ (_bravely_). Well, I simply wanted to say, if the girls
agreed, that as my brother says they need arms, it might be a good thing
for us to send some guns over; but (_beginning to falter_) I don't know
how we could reach the poor things 'way off in Armenia.
_Catharine_. Has any one any further remarks to make? (_Girls sit in
crushed silence._) Then I would like to suggest that we give a fair for
the benefit of the Armenians.
_Silvia_. I don't like fairs, and I don't believe the other girls do.
_Catharine_. Then why don't you rise to a question of consideration.
[Silvia, _nonplussed, remains silent_.]
_Pauline_. Fairs mean hard work, and don't pay; besides, we should have
to have it so soon.
_Catharine_. Kindly make your suggestions in the form of an amendment.
_Pauline_ (_not knowing how, and not liking to admit it, hastily_). Oh,
it's of no consequence.
_Rose_ (_animatedly_). The only fair I ever enjoyed was during the
Columbia celebrations, when we all dressed up as Spanish court ladies,
and--
_Catharine_. Please confine yourself to the question at issue.
_Harriet_ } (_timidly_). But we don't want a--
_Grace_ }
_Catharine_. Miss Spaulding has the floor.
_Harriet_ (_in a fright_). Oh no; you speak, Grace.
_Grace_. No, you speak; you began.
_Harriet_. Yes; but you can say it so much better.
_Catharine_. You are both out of order. Private differences of opinion
should be settled after the meeting. (_Silence._) Are there any further
remarks? (_Slight pause._) If not, I will add to the suggestion that we
have a fair, that we six originators act as patronesses, and each secure
the help of five of our friends. That we then engage Sherry's ballroom
for an afternoon, and give a tea. Useful things only to be sold, such as
lamp shades, sofa cushions, and all household necessities--dusters,
glass-towels, wash-rags, etc. The admission to be by invitation, and the
proceeds to be given to the Clara Barton Fund--
_Girls_ (_interrupting_). Hurrah!
_Catharine_ (_continuing, calmly_). All those in favor of accepting this
suggestion will please say aye.
_All_ (_meekly_). Aye!
CURTAIN.
[Illustration: From Chum to Chum.]
BY GASTON V. DRAKE.
XVII.--FROM BOB TO JACK.
(_Continued from last week._)
After you leave the Bois de Bologne you don't see much until you
get to where the Palace of St. Cloud used to be, and even then you
don't see much either, because there isn't much left to see. It's
had hard luck St. Cloud has. It probably got more licking during
the war with Prussia than any other town in France. Everybody took
a whack at it. When the Germans weren't having fun with it the
French would bombard it, until finally almost every house in it
that hadn't already been shaken down, or bowled over with
cannon-balls, was burned together with the Palace. It's a
nice-looking old ruin though, and Jules says that on Sundays it
fairly swarms with babies and lemonade stands. I'd sort of like to
see it some Sunday, but Pop thinks Sunday is the best day to look
at the churches.
[Illustration]
There's another interesting place you pass on the way out to
Versailles and that is Sevres where they make bric-a-brac. They
make great big vases there that weigh so little you feel as if you
ought to put a brick inside 'em to make 'em stay down. Jules was
stationed here during the war, and he says it was fine. He could
see all the big fires, and all the skirmishes that took place, and
everybody had a sort of a notion that sooner or later there'd be a
big crash in the bric-a-brac shop and Jules is just a human being
like the rest of us. He hated to have the bric-a-brac smashed but
if it had to be smashed he wanted to be on hand to see it go.
That's me all over again. If I had my choice between seeing a King
or a President of the United States, and a bull in a china shop, I
think I'd choose the bull. When you think of how he'd toss tea-cups
around and lash his tail around pile after pile of dinner plates
and soup tureens--well, there's no use trying to describe a sight
like that, but it's what Jules was waiting for at Sevres and it
never happened. War is full of disappointments anyhow. Pop's uncle
went to war once and he says it isn't a bit like the pictures. He
says these parlor tableau generals with spick and span clothes on
and horses rearing on their hind legs with their ears cocked aren't
so, which I don't like to hear and I didn't believe it but Jules
says it's true. He says making mud pies is clean alongside of war.
I have had more ideas busted since I came over here than I ever
thought one person could have. Dukes are plain, Kings are human,
and war is not all bands and flags and glory but just grimy
scrapping. I'm sure I don't know what to believe in any more.
[Illustration]
After a while, after we'd driven through lots of pretty country we
entered the town of Versailles, where the great palace is, and I
tell you it was magnificent. Most of the Avenues have great trees
arching over them, and when I say arching I mean arching because
they are all trimmed and not allowed to grow foliaginous--that's
one of Aunt Sarah's words--the way we let our trees grow at home.
If a giant came walking by he'd think the trees formed a hedge,
they grow so thickly together and are kept square cut on the top
and arched underneath. They look as if an army of barbers had
tended 'em all their lives. I don't think I'd like it always but
once in a while it's interesting to see trees growing that way, and
if I were a monkey there's nothing I'd like better than it because
I could walk mile after mile from tree to tree without having to
come down once.
As for the Palace of Versailles the best way to describe it is what
Aunt Sarah said. "It baffles description" was what she said and
that's what it does. It's so big in the first place that you can't
take it in without looking eight or ten times, and when you try to
go through it and see all there is to be seen you wish you had a
year to spare to do it in. Such pictures, such sculptuary, such
bric-a-brac you never saw before unless you'd been there before.
They had 36,000 men working on the Palace grounds at one time. When
Pop heard that he nearly fainted. He gave me a sum in mental
arithmetic to do. If our hired man can loaf three hours a day, how
many hours a minute, can 36,000 hired men loaf. That's a dandy. Eh?
Some time when I haven't anything else to do I'm going to work it
out.
[Illustration]
Once a lady wanted to go sleigh-riding in July out here, and she
told the King, and he said all right go ahead, "Where'll I get the
snow?" she said. "That's easy," said the King. "You get ready and
it'll be all right." Pop says the King thought it would take her
until winter to get her hat on straight, but it didn't. She was
ready next morning, and he took her sleigh-riding over a road he'd
had covered with _salt_. That's the way Kings did things, and
that's why they discharged 'em.
[Illustration]
We saw the royal carriages too, and they were royal. Gold all over
even the wheels--just like the band-wagons at the circus. Some of
'em looked like show-cases, and Aunt Sarah says that's what they
were and she's glad that day is gone when people liked that sort of
thing and that's where she's wrong because that day hasn't gone.
"People like it yet but they hate to pay for it," Pop says, and I
guess that's it. That's what's the matter in France. They've got
lots of beautiful things, but they've had to pay too much for 'em.
This one palace cost a thousand million francs to build it which is
two hundred million dollars, and after that they had to furnish it
and keep it up, which made taxes so high that nobody had anything
left, and when people haven't got anything left they're apt to get
a little cross, which is what they did here, only they got cross
with the wrong man, cut off the head of a King that didn't have
anything to do with it, which strikes me as a poor way to get
revenged on his great-grandfather.
It is long past bed-time and I must quit. I've made this letter
pretty long because I've sort of hated to go to bed. Jules told me
about the guillotine to-day, which is a sort of spile-driver with a
knife in it to cut people's heads off, and I'm afraid I'm going to
dream about it. Still I can't sit up forever and so good-night.
BOB.
N.Y.I.S.A.A. GAMES: THE 120-YARD HURDLE RACE, FINAL HEAT--SHOWING (1)
BIEN AND BEERS EVEN AT THE THIRD OBSTACLE, AND (2) BEERS FALLING AFTER
STRIKING THE SEVENTH, BIEN WINNING.
[Illustration: 1.]
[Illustration: 2.]
N.Y.I.S.A.A. GAMES: THE START AND FINISH OF THE FINAL HEAT IN THE
100-YARD DASH.
[Illustration: Harris. Patterson. Moore.]
[Illustration]
[Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT]
The field-meetings of the New York and Brooklyn Interscholastic leagues
were held a week ago Saturday, the former on the Berkeley Oval and the
latter at Eastern Park. In many respects the Brooklyn athletes'
performances surpassed those of the New-Yorkers, and in point of
record-smashing the Long-Islanders were far ahead. Only three New York
Interscholastic figures were lowered, whereas in Brooklyn nine out of
fourteen were upset.
There was a number of surprises at the New York meeting. The first was
Irwin-Martin's defeat by Washburn in the quarter-mile run. Martin
started off badly, setting too hot a pace, and took the lead for the
first quarter of a lap. Then Hipple and Washburn broke away from the
bunch, and when three-quarters of the distance had been covered Washburn
forged ahead of the Berkeley man, with Hipple close behind him, leaving
Martin in third place. In this way the three raced down the stretch, and
crossed the line in that order. This hard race took a good deal of the
starch out of Hipple, so that when it came to the half-mile he was not
fresh enough to do any record-breaking. He ran well, however, and came
close to the mark; Draper of Cutler's ran a beautiful race in this
event, leading most of the way, and took second, beating Bedford.
The half-mile tired Bedford for the mile, and Hipple had very little
speed and endurance left in him after the gallant work he had already
done. Nevertheless, both of these Barnard runners toed the scratch with
a large field, and started off pluckily. They staid behind from the
start, and it was soon evident that Bedford could do nothing. Turner of
Cutler's and Clark of Condon's took the lead, and ran beautifully.
Hipple, after trying to urge his schoolmate on for a couple of laps,
left Bedford, and worked his way slowly and laboriously to the front.
But he could not do anything against the fresh leaders, and deserves
great credit for taking the place he did, especially as Turner broke the
interscholastic record for the distance. In spite of being the last man,
Bedford ran pluckily, and did not leave the cinder path until he had
crossed the finish and covered the distance. The quality which led him
to do this is called "sand," and if every athlete would follow Bedford's
example in the many hopeless races that they are forced to run, and
"stick to their colors," it would raise the standard of performance in a
great many cases.
[Illustration: C. W. YOUNG PUTTING THE SHOT.]
Both of the senior sprints went to Moore of Barnard, and both of the
junior sprints went to Leech of Cutler's. These two men are very fast.
If they had not had to face an unfavorable wind, they would doubtless
have made better time; as it is, the performances are not to be ashamed
of. Both Moore and Leech had an easy time of it in their heats,
outclassing all their opponents. They seemed to be aware of their
superiority--too much aware of it, I am afraid, because Moore especially
lost a fraction of his speed by continually looking back. This is a very
bad habit to get into, and no matter how slow the other men are, there
is no excuse for the leading sprinter to look back.
NEW YORK AND LONG ISLAND INTERSCHOLASTIC GAMES.
Event. Records Previous to May 16, 1896.
100-yard dash 10-3/8 sec.
100-yard dash (Jun.) 11 "
220-yard dash 22-4/5 "
220-yard dash (Jun.) 23-4/5 "
440-yard run 52-2/5 "
880-yard run 2 m. 4-1/5 "
Mile run 4 " 52 "
Mile walk 7 " 30-2/5 "
Mile bicycle 2 " 34-2/5 "
120-yard hurdle 15-3/5 "
220-yard hurdle 26-3/5 "
High jump 5 ft. 11 in.
Broad jump 21 " 5 "
Putting 12-lb. shot 40 " 3/4 "
Throwing 12-lb. hammer 117 " 5-1/2 "
Pole vault 10 " 3/8 "
N. Y. I. S. A. A. Games, Berkeley Oval, May 16, 1896.
Event. Winner. Performance.
100-yard dash R. W. Moore, Barnard. 10-3/5 sec.
100-yard dash (Jun.) D. C. Leech, Cutler's. 11-1/5 "
220-yard dash R. W. Moore, Barnard. 23-1/5 "
220-yard dash (Jun.) D. C. Leech, Cutler's. 25-1/5 "
440-yard run H. L. Washburn, Barnard. 52-2/5 "
880-yard run W. S. Hipple, Barnard. 2 m. 5-4/5 "
Mile run [1]W. S. Turner, Cutler's. 4 " 49-3/5 "
Mile walk J. R. Walker, Berkeley. 7 " 56-1/5 "
Mile bicycle H. M. Ridabock, Barnard. 2 " 48-3/5 "
120-yard hurdle F. Bein, Jun., Berkeley. 15-4/5 "
220-yard hurdle D. G. Harris, Cutler's. 27 "
High jump T. R. Pell, Berkeley. 5 ft. 6 in.
Broad jump T. R. Pell, Berkeley. 20 " 5 "
Putting 12-lb. shot C. W. Young, Berkeley. 39 " 9-1/2 "
Throwing 12-lb. hammer [1]C. R. Irwin-Martin, Berkeley. 123 " 5 "
Pole vault [1]J. L. Hurlburt, Jun., Berkeley.10 " 7-3/4 "
Long Island I. S. A. A. Games, Eastern Park, Brooklyn, May 16, 1896.
Event. Winner. Performance.
100-yard dash [1]A. W. Robinson, St. Paul's. 10-2/5 sec.
100-yard dash (Jun.) [1]A. W. Robinson, St. Paul's. 10-2/5 "
220-yard dash Ira Richards, Poly. Prep. 23-4/5 "
220-yard dash (Jun.) ----- -----
440-yard run [1]W. L. Van Wagenen, St. Paul's. 53-3/5 "
880-yard run [1]C. M. Hall, St. Paul's. 2 m. 6 "
Mile run [1]P. Christensen, B'klyn High. 4 " 54-4/5 "
Mile walk ----- -----
Mile bicycle O. L. Roehr, Poly. Prep. 2 " 40-3/5 "
120-yard hurdle L. S. Herrick, B'klyn H.-S. 16-3/5 "
220-yard hurdle [1]L. S. Herrick, B'klyn H.-S. 29-2/5 "
High jump [1]C. L. Duval, B. L. S. 5 ft. 7 in.
Broad jump W. Girrash, B'klyn H.-S. 18 " 3 "
Putting 12-lb. shot B. P. Kinney, St. Paul's. 41 " 9 "
Throwing 12-lb. hammer [1]H. J. Brown, St. Paul's. 123 " 11 "
Pole vault [1]J. A. Forney, Adelphi. 9 " 6 "
[1] Record broken.
Walker of Berkeley, as had been anticipated, had it all his own way in
the walk, and won easily in excellent form. The real race was for second
and third. These places were taken by McCracken of Berkeley and Coffin
of Cutler's.
[Illustration: J. L. HURLBURT, JUN., VAULTING 10 FT. 7-3/4 IN.]
The hurdles furnished some exciting heats. Bien of Berkeley took his
trial, and Beers got first in the second heat. Beers ran in faultless
style on this occasion, but when he met Bien in the finals he seemed to
lose his nerve and to go all to pieces. He scraped most of the
obstacles, and after Bien had passed him he stumbled even more clumsily,
and took an ugly header on the track. Beers is a very clever man over
the high hurdles, but if, as it seems, he becomes affected by the
prowess of an opponent, he should strive mightily to overcome this
weakness. He has frequently covered the distance in better than Bien's
winning time. In the low hurdles Beers met Bien in the trials, and ran
second; but in the finals he seemed to go to pieces again, although he
managed to keep his feet until the last hurdle, where he fell again, and
allowed Harris to win. He recovered himself in time, however, to keep
Bien in third place.
Berkeley took every field event, winning all the points in the hammer.
Here Irwin-Martin made up for his loss of the quarter by breaking the
interscholastic record. Young, who took second, also broke the record,
and Galloway, who took third, came within three feet of the mark. Young
scored again for his school by taking the shot, and T. R. Pell earned a
double win in the jumps.
One of the best performances of the day was Hurlburt's pole-vaulting. He
fulfilled every one's expectations, and broke the interscholastic record
of 10 ft. 3/8 in. by clearing 10 ft. 7-3/4 in., and his work was
performed in faultless style. His nearest opponent, Brown of Drisler,
reached no greater height than 8 ft. 9 in.
[Illustration: J. R. WALKER,--AND THE FIELD.]
No better argument in favor of the abolishment of the bicycle-race from
the interscholastic programme could be offered than Saturday's
performance. It was not a race in the final heat, and it is not certain
that the best man won. It was simply luck that kept Ridabock out of the
mix-up which ruined the chances of every other competitor, twisted one
or more wheels, and caused any number of bruises and scratches. The
bunch was going around the lower turn, at the end of the second lap,
when Ridabock spurted and got clear of the field. No sooner had he done
so than Harbeck of Cutler's tried to follow him. Harbeck fell, and every
other racer piled on top of him. By the time the tangle had been
straightened out Ridabock was three-quarters of a lap in the lead,
riding easily, and looking back complacently. This was a big piece of
luck for Barnard, and enabled her team to tie Cutler's score. If it had
not been for this, the latter would probably have gotten at least five
points, if not more, out of the event, and would have been a closer
second than she was to Berkeley.
The Interscholastic Cup now becomes the permanent property of the
Berkeley School, her winning score at Saturday's games being 48 points.
Barnard and Cutler tied for second place with 36, and Trinity came next
highest with only 7.
In the Long Island games St. Paul's School of Garden City led all the
way, and made the excellent record of 51 points, taking six firsts, six
seconds, and three thirds. St. Paul's has a fine lot of sprinters, but
the leader of them all is A. W. Robinson, the very swift young man who
took both the senior and the junior hundred yards in 10-2/5 sec.,
breaking the record in both cases. He ought to take the event at the
National games, or, at any rate, give Moore a very hard race. In the
220, Goetting of Brooklyn High was a little nervous at the scratch, and
was penalized. This put him at a disadvantage, and he failed even of a
place, the race going to Richards of Poly. Prep.
In the quarter, Van Wagenen of St. Paul's took the lead from the start,
set a hot pace, and won easily, breaking the record. His schoolmate Hall
followed his example in the half, and broke another record. Christensen
of Brooklyn High did good work in this race, but showed himself to be
better at the longer distance. Here, too, he had a race with Hall, but
in this case he defeated the St. Paul's man.
Both the hurdles went to Herrick of Brooklyn High. In the longer
distance he was penalized by two yards, but in spite of this he reached
the tape first, and broke the Long Island interscholastic record.
In the field events the Long-Islanders averaged better than the
New-Yorkers, Duval jumping 5 ft. 7 in., one inch better than Pell;
Kinney putting the shot 41 ft. 9 in. to Young's 39 ft. 9-1/2 in.; and
Brown throwing the hammer six inches further than Irwin-Martin, and also
breaking his League's record. Forney of Adelphi did not do so well as
Hurlburt in the pole vault, but this was hardly to be expected.
Nevertheless, he bettered the previous record of the Long Island
Association.
The papers on track athletics that have appeared from time to time in
this Department are published to-day in book form under the title of
_Track Athletics in Detail_. The aim of the book is to give clearly,
accurately, and concisely the best available information concerning the
methods of training for track and field events as practised by college
and school athletes. The idea has been to furnish to the aspiring
athlete the knowledge which he could otherwise obtain only from a
professional trainer, and, where professional trainers are unavailable,
this book should prove of especial value.
The events treated are limited to those recognized as standards by the
Intercollegiate and Interscholastic Associations. Each one is treated as
briefly as is consistent with thoroughness, and each article is
illustrated with instantaneous photographs taken of the best exponent in
each particular event. The illustrations are arranged in series, as they
were when they first appeared in these columns, and show the attitude of
the athlete at every important point in the performance of his
specialty. The book should be especially valuable as being up to date in
every particular, even to the table of records in the Appendix.
THE GRADUATE.
* * * * *
An Evening with Battle Heroes.
Now that the summer gayeties will soon be on us in full force, and
entertainments of every conceivable character, old and new, are in
demand, worthy Knights and Ladies of Chapters far and near are
doubtless ready to arrange an evening for charity or pleasure, and
I can safely recommend "An Evening with Battles and Battle Heroes"
as a very acceptable entertainment.
Some explanation of the last number is necessary. The scene is
enacted by a quartet of young men in Zouave uniform. An artificial
camp-fire is constructed with the aid of handsome logs, crimson
paper, and, if possible, electric light, though kerosene or candles
will serve. It is needless to go into particulars; a member with
mechanical ability will find no difficulty in making a very
realistic camp-fire. The room is darkened while the logs are being
set. The quartet recline about the fire, and two of them tell
short, pithy war-stories. Then follow some war-songs; Root's
"Tenting on the Old Camp Ground" is a beautiful selection.
PROGRAMME.
1. Piano Solo.--"Le Trot du Cavalier," Spindler.
2. The Death of Hamlet and Laertes; "Hamlet": Act V., Scene II.,
(all but these two parts may be omitted if preferable.)
3. Cornet Solo.--"La Marseillaise," Rouget de Lisle.
4. Discussion.--"Who was the Greater General, Hannibal or Cæsar?"
(Delivered by two members.)
5. A Recollection of '63.
This programme will not occupy so much time that there will not be
a half-hour or so of conversation, with opportunity for serving
refreshments. Plenty of ideas concerning decoration, costuming,
etc., will come to the members once they are given this outline.
VINCENT V. M. BEEDE, R.T.F.
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Continuing the run from Poughkeepsie to Waterbury, leave Newtown and
proceed to Southbury over a fairly good road, with a few hills. Leaving
Southbury, keep to the right; but before getting beyond the town limits
a sharp turn to the left is made, and at the fork beyond turn again to
the right and run out to Strongtown. From Strongtown to Naugatuck the
road improves slightly, and is in good condition. There is no difficulty
in finding the way except at a point a mile or more before reaching
Longmeadow Pond. Here a sharp turn to the right, another to the left,
and a third to the right again are made, and it may be necessary to make
inquiries in order to keep to the proper road. Passing Longmeadow Pond,
continue to Naugatuck, and here cross the railroad, turn to the left,
run up through Union City by Great Hill, to Waterbury, following on the
eastern side of the railroad and Naugatuck River.
Leaving Waterbury, proceed direct to Waterville, running alongside the
New York and New Haven Railroad, keeping to the left of Waterville by a
somewhat steep hill, and then bearing to the right again into Pequabuck.
Crossing the railroad, follow it to Terryville, and keeping sharp to the
right on running out of Terryville, run to a junction of the roads about
a mile out of Bristol. It will be wise to follow the map here, carefully
turning to the left, and on entering Bristol keeping to the right again
rather than running straight through the side streets of the town.
Passing Forestville, cross the railroad at Plainville, and follow the
railroad into New Britain. The run from New Britain to West Hartford is
not difficult to find, except at about four miles out from the centre of
the city the rider must keep to the right at the fork, and a little less
than three miles farther on, instead of running into Elmwood, he should
bear to the left and make straight for West Hartford. At West Hartford
take Farmington Avenue and run into Broad Street, Hartford; thence
proceed to Capital Avenue, Trinity Street, and Pearl Street to the City
Hall.
The roads along this route are in reasonably good condition, but they
are not very level. After reaching the Connecticut line, and especially
after leaving Newtown, the wheelman will find that he has a good many
very short but somewhat steep grades, and the danger is, if he is not an
experienced rider, realizing that they are not very long hills, and not
appreciating the strain that a succession of short hills gives to a
rider, he may try to do them all. It should be borne in mind, therefore,
that it is wiser occasionally to dismount and walk up several of these
hills, or to dismount and rest on the top of one or two of them.
Otherwise a run of this length, which is not over thirty miles, would
tire the average rider and take away the pleasure of his run.
NOTE.--Map of New York city asphalted streets in No. 809. Map of
route from New York to Tarrytown in No. 810. New York to Stamford,
Connecticut in No. 811. New York to Staten Island in No. 812. New
Jersey from Hoboken to Pine Brook in No. 813. Brooklyn in No. 814.
Brooklyn to Babylon in No. 815. Brooklyn to Northport in No. 816.
Tarrytown to Poughkeepsie in No. 817. Poughkeepsie to Hudson in No.
818. Hudson to Albany in No. 819. Tottenville to Trenton in No.
820. Trenton to Philadelphia in No. 821. Philadelphia in No. 822.
Philadelphia-Wissahickon Route in No. 823. Philadelphia to West
Chester in No. 824. Philadelphia to Atlantic City--First Stage in
No. 825; Second Stage in No. 826. Philadelphia to Vineland--First
Stage in No. 827; Second Stage in No. 828. New York to
Boston--Second Stage in No. 829; Third Stage in No. 830; Fourth
Stage in No. 831; Fifth Stage in No. 832; Sixth Stage in No. 833.
Boston to Concord in No. 834. Boston in No. 835. Boston to
Gloucester in No. 836. Boston to Newburyport in No. 837. Boston to
New Bedford in No. 838. Boston to South Framingham in No. 839.
Boston to Nahant in No. 840. Boston to Lowell in No. 841. Boston to
Nantasket Beach in No. 842. Boston Circuit Ride in No. 843.
Philadelphia to Washington--First Stage in No. 844; Second Stage in
No. 845; Third Stage in No. 846; Fourth stage in No. 847; Fifth
Stage in No. 848. City of Washington in No. 849. City of Albany in
No. 854; Albany to Fonda in No 855; Fonda to Utica in No. 856;
Utica to Syracuse in No. 857; Syracuse to Lyons in No. 858; Lyons
to Rochester in No. 859; Rochester to Batavia in No. 860; Batavia
to Buffalo in No. 861; Poughkeepsie to Newtown in No. 864.
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This Department is conducted in the Interest of stamp and coin
collectors, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question
on these subjects so far as possible. Correspondents should address
Editor Stamp Department.
Some of the most advanced collectors are now mounting the stamps in
their albums by affixing the hinge at the left side. First quality of
hinges are used, and as small a portion of the stamp covered by the
hinge as possible. This method has many advantages over the old plan of
hinging at the top.
A philatelic button has been put on the market, and is finding quite a
large sale. It is circular in form, bearing a suggestion of the common
2c. red stamp in the centre, with the motto in a circle, "Philatelia's
Followers." The price is fifteen cents.
A gentleman has just disposed of his collection as a whole for $11,000.
This collection was made during the fifteen years 1860-1875, when stamps
were low in price, owing to the fact that study and observation had not
yet determined the relative scarcity of the stamps then known. The
collector kept a record of what his stamps cost, which was about $350 in
all. The gem of the collection was an unused Cape of Good Hope, black
4d, error in red, which has since been sold for $2500. Many other
rarities are in the collection, and the purchaser has already sold
enough to pay the first cost, and has many valuable stamps left as a
profit.
One of the leading philatelists of England has published an article
claiming to have discovered the secret mark on the 30c. 1873 U. S. It
turns out to be the regular faint centring mark, which shows on almost
every U. S. stamp until the plate has been worn down by printing.
Nearly two years ago the Boston post-master had a cancelling die made in
the form of the U. S. flag. His example has been widely followed
throughout the Union, and now other countries are using a similar
device. In Canada they use the "union-jack," and it makes a very neat
cancellation. This is a very commendable practice from the point of view
of philatelists. How often have we not been obliged to put a stamp in
our albums which was cancelled with a dauber. The most advanced
philatelists make it a point to get cancelled stamps bearing a date-mark
wherever possible. Of course, in the case of very rare stamps they are
glad to take whatever they can get.
The stock of sixpenny Bahamas, mauve, is entirely exhausted. Probably a
new stamp in another color will be issued. This stamp is much scarcer
than the catalogue price would indicate (25c., either used or unused).
Collectors of revenue stamps will be interested to know that Western
Australia has issued one stamp of value £2625 (about $13,000). The Black
Flag Mining Company purchased forty leases of mining lands for £525,000.
The stamp duty was £2625. The government took a one-penny stamp and
surcharged it with the amount, and the lessees affixed it to the lease.
When that lease expires the collectors of Australia will bid against
each other for the unique stamp.
J. V. COOPER.--Stamps bearing "Ultramar" with date are Cuban stamps
issued between 1868 and 1876. The Congo 50c. green can be bought,
used or unused, for 20c.
P. B. SHEE.--The 2-1/2d. English surcharged 40 paras is used, for
prepaying letters sent through the British Post-office at
Constantinople. Germany, France, and Russia also have post-offices
in Constantinople, as the Turkish P. O. is very inefficient.
J. N. FRAZIER.--No premium on your coins.
A. O. HALL.--"Speculative" stamps are those issued by governments
primarily for the revenue to be raised by the purchase of the
unused stamps by stamp-dealers and stamp-collectors. The stamps
themselves are good for postage. Instances: the various "Seebeck"
issues, the St. Anthony stamps of Portugal, etc. "Fraudulent"
stamps are those not issued by a government for postal or revenue
purposes, but are issued by unauthorized parties. Instances: the
Principality of Trinidad, Clipperton Island, Nyassaland, etc.
JACQUES COMBES, Lycée, 106 Rue de la Pompe, Paris, wishes to
exchange European stamps for United States stamps.
W. K. DART.--There is no 2c. green Straits Settlement 1892. The
12-1/2c. Canada is worth 30c.; the 10c. pink, 4c.; the 5c. beaver,
5c. U. S. revenues are very well worth keeping, with the exception
of the 2c. Bank Check, etc.
A. CUENOD.--The 5r. Switzerland unperforated is worth 15c., the
15r. unperforated 6c., the perforated 5r. and 10r., 2c. each.
G. H. CLARK.--The surcharge "O.S." on New South Wales stamps and
others means "Official Service." Your Canadian piece is a token,
not a coin. Stamp-dealers, as a rule, are not collectors.
HAROLD C. DAY, 420 Madison Avenue, New York city, wishes to
exchange stamps.
PHILATUS.
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Cryptography Again.
Members with musical tastes will enjoy corresponding by means of a
musical cryptogram. Though this is more difficult of construction
than the Dial or Stencil cryptogram, it will be a novel and
interesting variation of the "Model Letter-writer," and such helps.
If, perchance, a member becomes involved in State politics, and
desires to inform his friend in office of an important plan, he can
send a few bars of music and no one will be the wiser.
On a 10-inch square of card-board draw a circle divided into 30
parts. These should be separated by lines into three rows or sets.
In each of the outer spaces place a figure of musical time, in each
of the next row the capital letters of the alphabet, and in each of
the inner spaces a note or group of notes on ruled lines. The blank
space within is to be filled by a movable disk. On the edge of the
disk, at regular intervals, place the three musical signatures, and
through the centre drive a pin. Your correspondent must be supplied
with a similar dial. Provide yourself with the regulation ruled
music paper. Turn the disk so that one of the signatures will
correspond with a note on the square, with a letter and figure of
time above it. This will give the clew to your correspondent. You
are now prepared to write your message by using the various notes
which correspond to the letters above.
VINCENT V. M. BEEDE.
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South African Fruits and Facts.
Perhaps your scientific readers can make an astronomical puzzle
plain to me. A gentleman with whom I am well acquainted, has often
said he could always tell whether we would have rain by the
appearance of the new moon. If on her first appearance she was "on
her point" we would have rain, if she lay on her back we would have
dry weather. I confess I was rather sceptical when I first heard
this, but it has been proved to me so often that I am fain to
believe it.
During our recent severe drought this gentleman used to look at the
new moon every month. "No rain this month." At last, "The moon is
on her point! we'll have rain!" and _we did have rain_. Can you
explain this? His predictions concerning the weather have never
been known to fail. An old Kafir used to say, "The moon's dam is
open; we'll have rain." It was no use explaining to him that there
was no water in the moon. The question is, Does the moon really
affect the atmosphere? That is to say, "Why is it that in rainy
seasons the moon is on her point?" I should be much obliged if some
of your clever readers would kindly solve this problem for me.
I like Brenda Neville's suggestion of a temperance club. I am a
teetotaler, and would like to correspond with Lady Brenda. One has
only to live among the Kafirs to see what an awful power brandy has
over men. In one of our newspapers I saw that total abstinence is
steadily on the increase in Cape Colony. I am glad of it. I hope
the Founders of our splendid Order will take up this idea of a
temperance club. Our object--as far as I understand it--is to do as
much good as we can in the world, and to make the best and most of
our lives.
In the Park at East London (South Africa) grows a rather peculiar
plant. It bears a fruit which so exactly resembles a hen's egg that
many people have been deceived by it. In fact, one lady took
several to an old Dutch woman, and asked her if she would kindly
set them under one of her fowls. The simple old woman was
delighted, being under the impression that these were a
particularly precious setting of eggs. It was not until some time
after that the lady explained her practical joke.
The wild coffee grows about the mountains and kopjes here. It is an
exceedingly pretty shrub, the leaves being of a bright glossy
green, and the flowers of a waxy cream-color. It bears berries
which, after a while, turn red. After they are dry, if you open
one, you will find two seeds very much resembling bought coffee.
One of my uncles had a number of these seeds gathered, burnt, and
ground. Then he had it prepared in the ordinary way, and said it
tasted very good indeed.
The wild-tobacco-tree grows about here too, but it is not of much
use. It is said to be poisonous, but I am told that this is
incorrect. We used to make chains out of the flowers years ago.
In the kloofs we have several varieties of the wild geranium. My
favorite is the "Ivy." It looks so pretty growing over the rocks or
around some old stumps. The aloes grow all up the sides of the
mountain. When it is time for them to flower, a tall stalk shoots
up from the middle of the aloe which, in course of time, becomes
covered with red blossoms. There is another aloe which is
extensively used for making fences. I do not know whether it grows
wild. When it flowers it sends up a stalk to a very great height,
the top of which is crowned with yellow flowers. It has long
tapering leaves, the sides of which are covered with thorns. It
makes an excellent hedge.
At the agricultural show, which was held on the 26th and 27th
February, in Queenstown, I saw a pair of snow-white ferrets. I
thought at first they were white mice. Among the rocks we often see
dassies sunning themselves. These are said to be the conies of the
Bible. The spring hare, or jerboa, is a great nuisance to the
farmers. Its front feet are used for making burrows. Its hind legs
are four times the length of the front ones, and it is with these
that it makes its prodigious leaps. It is said that the jerboa uses
its tail as a lever. It comes out at night-time and works great
havoc among the farmers' crops. By the time this reaches you autumn
will have set in properly. At present there seems no abating of the
summer heat. If anything it is worse.
ISMA FINCHAM, R.T.L.
ROYDON, QUEENSTOWN, CAPE COLONY,
SOUTH AFRICA, _March_ 2, 1896.
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Any questions in regard to photograph matters will be willingly
answered by the Editor of this column, and we should be glad to
hear from any of our club who can make helpful suggestions.
HOW TO MAKE A NEGATIVE FROM A PRINT.
It sometimes happens that one is so unfortunate as to break a valuable
negative. If the glass is broken, but the film uninjured, the film may
be removed, and transferred to another glass with very little trouble.
(Directions for this process were given in No. 856 of the ROUND TABLE.)
If the film as well as the glass is broken, there is no way of restoring
the negative, but a new negative may be made from an unmounted print.
The printing-frame must be fitted with a plain glass, free from defects.
Lay the print on the glass face up, and place over it a slow plate--a
plate about the sensitomer of the Carbutt "B" gives the best results. If
the print is of average density, expose to an ordinary gas-flame or
lamp-light for five seconds. A little longer time must be given to a
strong print, and a little less to a weak print. Develop the same as any
negative properly timed, starting with a slow developer.
In case one has only mounted prints, remove the print from the card by
soaking in warm water till it can be easily stripped off from the mount.
Lay the print face down on a sheet of glass, and sponge carefully to
remove all particles of paste. Sometimes the print requires soaking
after it has been removed from the mount if the paste used was very
adhesive. After the print is cleaned, dry on a ferrotype plate free from
scratches. Old albumen prints make fine negatives, as the paper gives
deeper prints. It is always a good plan to make a paper negative from
fine plates, so that if a negative is accidentally destroyed one has
still a good substitute.
Sir Knight Russell Senior, who is much interested in the formulas for
tinted papers and transparencies, sends the following process for
changing blue prints to brown:
"After washing and drying as usual, immerse the print in a solution made
of strong ammonia water, 1 oz., water, 8 oz. Leave the print in this
solution till it has lost its blue color, which will take from three to
five minutes; then rinse and place in a solution of water, 6 oz., tannic
acid, 1 dram. (This must be filtered before using.) The print must
remain in this solution till the required sharpness and tone are
obtained, which will take from ten to fifteen minutes. If the color is
not dark enough at the end of fifteen minutes, add a few drops of
ammonia; leave in two minutes longer, and wash."
Our members will probably like to try this formula, and very soft tones
of brown may be obtained if the directions are carefully followed.
SIR KNIGHT FRANK F. SMITH, P.O. Box 236, Cumberland, Md., one of
the prize-winners in our recent contest, says that any of the other
prize-winners who wish a copy of his prize picture may have it by
sending a copy of his or her own picture that also took a prize,
and that any members of the Camera Club who would like a
photo-etching of the picture may have it by sending two-cent stamp
for postage. Sir Knight Frank would like to exchange photographs
with each of the prize winners.
SIR KNIGHT J. M. COREY asks how to transfer the film on a
photograph to glass, and how a drop-shutter is made. The best way
of transferring film to glass is to use the transferrotype paper
for prints, and then transfer according to directions given in No.
840 of the ROUND TABLE. Directions for a drop-shutter could not be
given without illustrating with diagrams, and our space does not
allow of illustrations.
"NEW PATRON," Nova Scotia, asks for a formula for a flash-light
powder. Why not use the pure magnesia? It makes a strong actinic
light, and if burned on metal is comparatively harmless, but when
combined with other compounds is sometimes dangerously explosive,
and requires great care in handling. In regard to mixing the
solutions without hydrometer, the simplest way would be to use the
rule for ten-per-cent. solutions--one ounce of the chemical and
nine ounces of water. A twenty-per-cent. solution would be two
ounces, Troy measure, and eight ounces of water. A thirty-per-cent.
solution would be three ounces, Troy measure, and seven ounces of
water.
SIR KNIGHT F. T. WATSON asks how to make solio and aristo paper;
what is litmus paper, filtering paper, and distilled water; how
many sheets 4 by 5 blue prints can be made with formula given in
No. 797; if the formula given for glycin developer is good for
pocket Kodak; wishes a formula for combined toning and fixing bath;
and what is a ferrotype plate, and for what it is used. Do not
attempt to make either solio or aristo paper; it is much more
expensive than to buy the ready-prepared paper. Formulas for toning
both in one and two solutions are enclosed in each package. Litmus
paper is unsized white paper steeped in a solution of litmus and
dried in the air. It is used to test solutions, the red litmus
paper for alkalies, and blue litmus paper for acids. Filtering
paper is unsized porous paper, and is used to filter or strain
solutions to remove any impurities which they may hold. Distilled
water is water evaporated by boiling, and again collected and
condensed by means of a still. In making up solutions where one
cannot get distilled water, water which has been filtered will
often serve as well as distilled water. A ferrotype plate is a thin
iron plate highly varnished. It is used by amateurs to dry aristo
prints. The prints are squeegeed to the plate, and when dry have a
high polish. The glycin developer works well for films, but is
rather slow. Metol-quinol is better, and more easily managed. Three
or four dozen sheets of paper may be sensitized with the blue-print
formula.
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This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young
Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the
subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address Editor.
How to make a cup of tea? Is that what Agnes and Amy wish me to tell
them? Nothing is easier. The odd thing is that so many girls fancy
tea-making a difficult art, when it is really a very simple process,
which needs only attention and care to produce excellent results.
One thing you must if possible have, and that is a good brand of tea.
English breakfast, if excellent, is a very satisfactory kind, and there
are blends of Oolong, Souchong, and just a dash of orange pekoe which
any good grocer will put up for you, and which are very satisfactory. By
this I mean that the taste is refined and agreeable, and the tea rests
and refreshes the one who drinks it. I myself prefer a sort of tea which
comes from Ceylon, and has a fragrance like flowers, and is so clean and
sweet and smooth that no tea compares with it in the opinion of those
who have given it a trial. Whatever tea you use, it should be bought in
small quantities, unless you have an air-tight box, lined with tin-foil,
in which to keep it from the air. Tea loses its flavor if carelessly
kept in a loosely fastened caddy.
Having good tea to begin with, next be sure that you have freshly drawn
pure and filtered water of which to make the beverage. The water must
not have been standing for hours exposed to the weather nor simmering on
the range, and growing flat. It must be fresh, and then if you have a
brisk fire, or the hot flame of an alcohol-lamp, bring it quickly to the
boil. A flat-bottomed kettle is to be preferred, as it has a broad
surface to expose to the heat, and the boiling is soon accomplished.
Water is boiling when it bubbles and jumps merrily about, and the steam
comes in white puffs from the spout of the kettle. It does not boil when
it begins to simmer and to sing. That is only the sign that it is near
to boiling. You must make your tea when the water has just boiled, not
when it has been boiling a long time. A kettle which has been standing
on the back of a stove all day, filled up now and then by a dipper or
two more of water added when some has been taken out, will not make good
tea. You must boil the water on purpose.
An earthen pot is better for tea than a metal one. Pour a little boiling
water in the pot to heat it, and after a minute or two pour it out. Now
put a teaspoonful of tea for every cup of hot water--an even, not a
heaping spoonful--and add an extra one for the pot. Pour on as much
water as will fill the number of cups you wish to make. Let it stand two
minutes, then with a long-handled spoon stir the leaves once through the
water, and instantly cover the pot again. Three minutes more and your
tea is done. Never let tea steep or boil, or stand a long time. It is a
quick, neat, nice process from beginning to end.
MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
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Commit to
Memory.
In Germany the children in the schools Commit to Memory the words they
are accustomed to sing, and they are seldom at a loss for Music
anywhere; especially when great numbers are assembled do they sing
together, in mighty chorus, the songs and hymns of the Fatherland
without reference to a book "for the words." This is a grand result
coming out of the Schools. In America too much time is occupied in
teaching, not enough in learning, and, as a result, when we want to
sing--perhaps only the National Hymn--"nobody knows the words." Let it
be regarded an essential part of School work, daily or weekly, for
Teacher and pupil to Commit to Memory some good thing in Prose or Verse.
The Franklin Square Song Collection comprises Eight Numbers, which may
be had bound separately or in different styles. These numbers may also
be had in two volumes at $3.00 each. For full list of contents, sixteen
hundred songs and hymns, alphabetically arranged, address
Harper & Brothers, New York.
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TRACK ATHLETICS IN DETAIL
Compiled by the Editor of "Interscholastic Sport" in HARPER'S ROUND
TABLE. Illustrated by Instantaneous Photographs. 8vo, Cloth,
Ornamental, $1.25. In "HARPER'S ROUND TABLE Library."
Each chapter of this book treats of a different event of track and field
athletics, and is illustrated by instantaneous photographs of the
leading athletes of America. These pictures show the detail of the work
for each event, and the text gives instruction and advice which will
prove most valuable not only to athletes who cannot avail themselves of
the services of a trainer, but to more experienced performers as well.
In an appendix are given the A. A. U. rules and tables of amateur,
inter-collegiate, and interscholastic records.
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An American who was travelling in the hills of Scotland paid ten dollars
for a first-class ticket for a stage-coach ride over the mountains. Soon
after the start he noticed that a man who had a second-class ticket,
which cost five dollars, and several who had third-class tickets, price
two dollars and a half, were enjoying as good seats and apparently as
many privileges as he was. The American concluded that the canny
Scotsmen had gotten the better of him, but decided to hold his peace and
pay for the experience. When the end of the journey was reached, at
evening, however, the traveller had changed his mind; he felt he had had
his money's worth. For every time that day when the coach came to the
foot of a steep hill the horses were stopped, and the driver called out,
"First-class passengers, keep your seats; second-class passengers, get
out and walk; third-class passengers, get out and push!" And they all
did every time.
* * * * *
There had been a lack of men joining the ranks, and the Colonel was
visiting a recruiting-station, inspecting the workings of his recruiting
sergeants. Suddenly a terrific noise of shouting and shuffling of feet
came through the open window. Now it came from the stairway,
intermingled with sundry loud bumps and knocks, and the door burst open,
showing a red-faced perspiring little sergeant pushing, hauling, and
tugging at a big country lad. The latter was doing his best to escape
the firm grip of the soldier.
"Halt!" cried the Colonel. "How is this, sir?" he said to the sergeant.
"Is this the way you secure recruits--by force, sir!"
The red-faced sergeant looked up and down, then at the Colonel, and
blurted out, "Sure, sir, the only way to get them _volunteers_ is by
force, sir."
* * * * *
Pat was an Irishman, and he was trying to ride a bicycle. "The pesky
wheel," as he put it, wouldn't stay straight, but wriggled this way and
that, every now and then landing him in a heap on the road. A number of
people gathered around to see the fun. At last, however, he got started
fairly well, and was moving along smoothly, when the wheel gave a lurch,
and in attempting to recover himself he made a desperate lunge, and over
he went, hitting the curb-stone in his downfall. A policeman ran up, and
after straightening him out, demanded that he give an account of
himself.
"Faith!" said Pat, "I'd loike to see any man give an account when he has
once lost his balance."
* * * * *
It was a battered, war-scarred veteran that ambled into the
pension-office one day last week, and slowly approaching the clerk of
the office, asked, in a quavering voice, where he could get a pension.
"In what company did you serve?" asked the clerk.
"Company G, of the Sixth Volunteers."
"Ever injured in battle?"
The veteran drew himself up to his full height, which was distressingly
little, and exclaimed, in as loud a voice as he could muster,
"Yes, sir; I was hit by a shell in the battle of Bull Run, and knocked
all to pieces."
"Dear me!" said the clerk, smiling. "You're a wonderful veteran. Where
do you live, and how do you manage to keep alive your many pieces?"
"That's the trouble, sir, and the very reason I want a pension, 'cause
I've had trouble ever since taking up my quarters wherever I could find
them."
* * * * *
Mary and Martha, two little sisters, had been promoted to the dignity of
a big bed, where they slept together. "I sleep on the front side,"
announced Mary, with an air of importance.
"And where do you sleep, Martha?" inquired the visitor.
"I sleep where Mary doesn't," replied Martha, with a rueful glance at
her restless little sister.
* * * * *
"Sam, I find you are an incorrigible story-teller. Did you ever in your
life tell the truth?"
"Massa, de truth am a virtue, am it not?"
"Yes Sam, it is; but I'm afraid you lack that virtue."
"No, sah, dat am not so. It am such a powerful good virtue, sah, an' I's
got so much ob it, sah, dat I's am not goin' to let any of it escape,
so's I's done waste any of it, sah."
* * * * *
Two little girls were out walking, when they passed the big brick
building of an orphan asylum. "That, Martha," said Mary, anxious to
impart her knowledge to her younger sister, "is where the little orphans
live. Mr. and Mrs. Orphan are both dead."
End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, May 26, 1896, by Various