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Produced by David WidgerTHEIR PILGRIMAGEBy Charles Dudley WarnerI FORTRESS MONROEWhen Irene looked out of her stateroom window early in the morning ofthe twentieth of March there was a softness and luminous quality inthe horizon clouds that prophesied spring The steamboat which had leftBaltimore and an arctic temperature the night before was drawing nearthe wharf at Fortress Monroe and the passengers most of whom wereseeking a mild climate were crowding the guards eagerly scanning thelong facade of the Hygeia HotelIt looks more like a conservatory than a hotel said Irene to herfather as she joined himI expect thats about what it is All those long corridors above andbelow enclosed in glass are to protect the hothouse plants of NewYork and Boston who call it a Winter Resort and I guess theresconsiderable winter in itBut how charming it isthe soft sea air the low capes yonder thesails in the opening shining in the haze and the peaceful old fort Ithink its just enchantingI suppose it is Get a thousand people crowded into one hotel underglass and let em buzz aroundthat seems to be the present notion ofenjoyment I guess your motherll like itAnd she did Mrs Benson who appeared at the moment a little flurriedwith her hasty toilet a stout matronly person rather overdressedfor traveling exclaimed What a homelike looking place I do hope theStimpsons are hereNo doubt the Stimpsons are on hand said Mr Benson Catch them notknowing whats the right thing to do in March They know just as well asyou do that the Reynoldses and the Van Peagrims are hereThe crowd of passengers alert to register and secure rooms hurriedup the windy wharf The interior of the hotel kept the promise of theoutside for comfort Behind the glassdefended verandas in the spaciousoffice and general loungingroom seacoal fires glowed in the widegrates tables were heaped with newspapers and the illustrated pamphletsin which railways and hotels set forth the advantages of leaving homeluxurious chairs invited the lazy and the tired and the hotelbureautelegraphoffice railwayoffice and postoffice showed the newcomerthat even in this resort he was still in the centre of activity anduneasiness The Bensons who had fortunately secured rooms a month inadvance sat quietly waiting while the crowd filed before the registerand took its fate from the courteous autocrat behind the counterNo room was the nearly uniform answer and the travelers had thesatisfaction of writing their names and going their way in search ofentertainment Weve eight hundred people stowed away said the clerkand not a spot left for a hen to roostAt the end of the file Irene noticed a gentleman clad in aperfectlyfitting rough traveling suit with the inevitable crocodilehandbag and tightlyrolled umbrella who made no effort to enroll aheadof any one else but having procured some letters from the postofficeclerk patiently waited till the rest were turned away and thenput down his name He might as well have written it in his hat Thedeliberation of the man who appeared to be an old traveler thoughprobably not more than thirty years of age attracted Irenes attentionand she could not help hearing the dialogue that followedWhat can you do for meNothing said the clerkCant you stow me away anywhere It is Saturday and very inconvenientfor me to go any fartherCannot help that We havent an inch of roomWell where can I goYou can go to Baltimore You can go to Washington or you can go toRichmond this afternoon You can go anywhereCouldnt I said the stranger with the same deliberationwouldntyou let me go to CharlestonWhy said the clerk a little surprised but disposed toaccommodatewhy yes you can go to Charleston If you take atonce the boat you have just left I guess you can catch the train atNorfolkAs the traveler turned and called a porter to reship his baggage hewas met by a lady who greeted him with the cordiality of an oldacquaintance and a volley of questionsWhy Mr King this is good luck When did you come have you a goodroom What no not goingMr King explained that he had been a resident of Hampton Roads justfifteen minutes and that having had a pretty good view of the placehe was then making his way out of the door to Charleston without anybreakfast because there was no room in the innOh that neverll do That cannot be permitted said his engagingfriend with an air of determination Besides I want you to go with uson an excursion today up the James and help me chaperon a lot of youngladies No you cannot go awayAnd before Mr Stanhope Kingfor that was the name the traveler hadinscribed on the registerknew exactly what had happened by somemysterious power which women can exercise even in a hotel whenthey choose he found himself in possession of a room and wasgayly breakfasting with a merry party at a little round table in thediningroomHe appears to know everybody was Mrs Bensons comment to Irene asshe observed his greeting of one and another as the guests tardily camedown to breakfast Anyway hes a genteellooking party I wonder if hebelongs to Sotor King and Co of New YorkOh mother began Irene with a quick glance at the people at the nexttable and then if he is a genteel party very likely hes a drummerThe drummers know everybodyAnd Irene confined her attention strictly to her breakfast and neverlooked up although Mrs Benson kept prattling away about the youngmans appearance wondering if his eyes were dark blue or only darkgray and why he didnt part his hair exactly in the middle and donewith it and a full close beard was becoming and he had a good frankface anyway and why didnt the Stimpsons come down and Oh theresthe Van Peagrims and Mrs Benson bowed sweetly and repeatedly tosomebody across the roomTo an angel or even to that approach to an angel in this world aperson who has satisfied his appetite the spectacle of a crowd ofpeople feeding together in a large room must be a little humiliatingThe fact is that no animal appears

Produced by David WidgerTHAT FORTUNEBy Charles Dudley WarnerIOn a summer day long gone among the summer days that come but to goa lad of twelve years was idly and recklessly swinging in the top of atall hickory the advance picket of a mountain forest The tree was onthe edge of a steep declivity of rocky pastureland that fell rapidlydown to the stately chestnuts to the orchard to the cornfields inthe narrow valley and the maples on the bank of the amber river whoseloud unceasing murmur came to the lad on his aerial perch like thevoice of some tradition of nature that he could not understandHe had climbed to the topmost branch of the lithe and tough tree inorder to take the full swing of this free creature in its sport with thewestern wind There was something exhilarating in this elemental battleof the forces that urge and the forces that resist and the harderthe wind blew and the wider circles he took in the free air the morestirred the boy was in the spring of his life Nature was taking himby the hand and it might be that in that moment ambition was born toachieve for himself to conquerIf you had asked him why he was there he would very likely have saidTo see the world It was a world worth seeing The prospect mightbe limited to a dull eye but not to this lad who loved to climb thisheight in order to be with himself and indulge the dreams of youth Anypretense would suffice for taking this hour of freedom to hunt forthe spicy checkerberries and the pungent sassafras to aggravate thewoodchucks who made their homes in mysterious passages in this gravellyhillside to get a nosegay of columbine for the girl who spelled againsthim in school and was his gentle comrade morning and evening alongthe river road where grew the sweetflag and the snapdragon and thebarberry bush to make friends with the elegant gray squirrel and thelively red squirrel and the comical chipmunk who were not much afraidof this unarmed naturalist They may have recognized their kinship tohim for he could climb like any squirrel and not one of them couldhave clung more securely to this bough where he was swinging rejoicingin the strength of his lithe compact little body When he shouted inpure enjoyment of life they chattered in reply and eyed him with aprimeval curiosity that had no fear in it This lad in short trouserstorn shirt and a frayed straw hat above his mobile and cheerful facemight be only another sort of animal a lover like themselves of thebeechnut and the hickorynutIt was a gay world up here among the tossing branches Across the riveron the first terrace of the hill were weatherbeaten farmhouses amidapple orchards and cornfields Above these rose the wooded dome of MountPeak a thousand feet above the river and beyond that to the leftthe road wound up through the scriptural land of Bozrah to high andlonesome towns on a plateau stretching to unknown regions in the southThere was no bar to the imagination in that direction What a graciousvalley what graceful slopes what a mass of color bathing this lovelysummer landscape Down from the west through hills that crowded oneither side to divert it from its course ran the sparkling Deerfieldfrom among the springs and trout streams of the Hoosac merrily going onto the great Connecticut Along the stream was the ancient highway orlowway where in days before the railway came the stagecoach and thebig transportwagons used to sway and rattle along on their adventurousvoyage from the gate of the Sea at Boston to the gate of the West atAlbanyBelow where the river spread wide among the rocks in shallows oreddies in deep dark pools was the ancient long covered woodenbridge striding diagonally from rock to rock on stone columns adusky tunnel through the air a passage of gloom flecked with glints ofsunlight that struggled in crosscurrents through the interstices ofthe boards and set dancing the motes and the dust in a golden haze astuffy passage with odors a century oldwho does not know the pungentsmell of an old bridgea structure that groaned in all its big timberswhen a wagon invaded it And then below the bridge the lad could see thehistoric meadow which was a cornfield in the eighteenth century whereCaptain Moses Rice and Phineas Arms came suddenly one summer day tothe end of their planting and hoeing The house at the foot of the hillwhere the boy was cultivating his imagination had been built by CaptainRice and in the family buryingground in the orchard above it lay thebody of this mighty militiaman and beside him that of Phineas Armsand on the headstone of each the legend familiar at that period of ournational life Killed by the Indians Happy Phineas Arms at the ageof seventeen to exchange in a moment the tedium of the cornfield forimmortalityThere was a tradition that years after when the Indians had disappearedthrough a gradual process of intoxication and pauperism a red man hadbeen seen skulking along the brow of this very hill and peering downthrough the bushes where the boy was now perched on a tree shaking hisfist at the hated civilization and vengefully some said patheticallylooking down into this valley where his race had been so happy in thenatural pursuits of fishing hunting and war On the opposite side ofthe river was still to be traced an Indian trail running to the westernmountains which the boy intended some time to follow for this highwayof warlike forays of messengers of defiance along which white maidenshad been led captive to Canada appealed greatly to his imaginationThe boy lived in these traditions quite as much as in those of theRevolutionary War into which they invariably glided in his perspectiveof history the redskins and the redcoats being both enemies of hisancestors There was the grave of the envied Phineas Armsthat ancientboy not much older than heand there were hanging in the kitchen themusket and powderhorn that his greatgrandfather had carried

Produced by David WidgerBACKLOG EDITIONTHE COMPLETE WRITINGSOF CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER1904AS WE WERE SAYINGCONTENTSAS WE WERE SAYING ROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUM THE RED BONNET THE LOSS IN CIVILIZATION SOCIAL SCREAMING DOES REFINEMENT KILL INDIVIDUALITY THE DIRECTOIRE GOWN THE MYSTERY OF THE SEX THE CLOTHES OF FICTION THE BROAD A CHEWING GUM WOMEN IN CONGRESS SHALL WOMEN PROPOSE FROCKS AND THE STAGE ALTRUISM SOCIAL CLEARINGHOUSE DINNERTABLE TALK NATURALIZATION ART OF GOVERNING LOVE OF DISPLAY VALUE OF THE COMMONPLACE THE BURDEN OF CHRISTMAS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WRITERS THE CAP AND GOWN A TENDENCY OF THE AGE A LOCOED NOVELISTAS WE WERE SAYINGROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUMThe Drawer will still bet on the rose This is not a wager but only astrong expression of opinion The rose will win It does not look so nowTo all appearances this is the age of the chrysanthemum What this gaudyflower will be daily expanding and varying to suit the whim of fashionno one can tell It may be made to bloom like the cabbage it may spreadout like an umbrellait can never be large enough nor showy enough tosuit us Undeniably it is very effective especially in masses ofgorgeous color In its innumerable shades and enlarging proportions itis a triumph of the gardener It is a rival to the analine dyes and tothe marabout feathers It goes along with all the conceits and fantasticunrest of the decorative art Indeed but for the discovery of thecapacities of the chrysanthemum modern life would have experienced afatal hitch in its development It helps out our age of plush with aflame of color There is nothing shamefaced or retiring about it and italready takes all provinces for its own One would be onlyhalfmarriedcivilly and not fashionablywithout a chrysanthemumwedding and it lights the way to the tomb The maiden wears a bunch ofit in her corsage in token of her blooming expectations and the youngman flaunts it on his coat lapel in an effort to be at once effective andin the mode Young love that used to express its timid desire with theviolet or in its ardor with the carnation now seeks to bring itsemotions to light by the help of the chrysanthemum And it can expressevery shade of feeling from the rich yellow of prosperous wooing to thebrickcolored weariness of life that is hardly distinguishable from theliver complaint It is a little stringy for a boutonniere but it fillsthe moderntrained eye as no other flower can fill it We used to saythat a girl was as sweet as a rose we have forgotten that language Weused to call those tender additions to society on the eve of their eventinto that world which is always so eager to receive fresh young liferosebuds we say now simply buds but we mean chrysanthemum budsThey are as beautiful as ever they excite the same exquisite interestperhaps in their maiden hearts they are one or another variety of thatflower which bears such a sweet perfume in all literature but can itmake no difference in character whether a young girl comes out into thegarish world as a rose or as a chrysanthemum Is her life set to the noteof display of color and show with little sweetness or to that retiringmodesty which needs a little encouragement before it fully reveals itsbeauty and its perfume If one were to pass his life in moving in apalace car from one plush hotel to another a bunch of chrysanthemums inhis hand would seem to be a good symbol of his life There are agedpeople who can remember that they used to choose various roses as totheir color odor and degree of unfolding to express the delicateshades of advancing passion and of devotion What can one do with thisnew favorite Is not a bunch of chrysanthemums a sort oftakeitorleaveit declaration boldly and showily made an offerwithout discrimination a tender without romance A young man will catchthe whole family with this flaming message but where is that sentimentthat once set the maiden heart in a flutter Will she press achrysanthemum and keep it till the faint perfume reminds her of thesweetest moment of her lifeAre we exaggerating this astonishing rise development and spread of thechrysanthemum As a fashion it is not so extraordinary as the hoopskirtor as the neck ruff which is again rising as a background to the lovelyhead But the remarkable thing about it is that heretofore in all nationsand times and in all changes of fashion in dress the rose has held itsown as the queen of flowers and as the finest expression of sentimentBut here comes a flaunting thing with no desirable perfume looking as ifit were cut with scissors out of tissuepaper but capable of takinginfinite varieties of color and growing as big as a curtain tassel thatliterally captures the world and spreads all over the globe like theCanada thistle The florists have no eye for anything else and thebiggest floral prizes are awarded for the production of itseccentricities Is the rage for this flower typical of this fast andflaring ageThe Drawer is not an enemy to the chrysanthemum nor to the sunflowernor to any other gorgeous production of nature But it has anoldfashioned love for the modest and unobtrusive virtues and an abidingfaith that they will win over the strained and strident displays of lifeThere is the violet all efforts of cultivation fail to make it as big asthe peony and it would be no more dear to the heart if it werequadrupled in size We do indeed know that satisfying beauty andrefinement are apt to escape us when we strive too much and force natureinto extraordinary display and we know how difficult it is to get merebigness and show without vulgarity Cultivation has its limits After wehave produced

Produced by David WidgerCERTAIN DIVERSITIES OF AMERICAN LIFEBy Charles Dudley WarnerThis is a very interesting age Within the memory of men not yet come tomiddle life the time of the trotting horse has been reduced from twominutes forty seconds to two minutes eight and a quarter seconds Duringthe past fifteen years a universal and wholesome pastime of boys has beendeveloped into a great national industry thoroughly organized and almostaltogether relegated to professional hands no longer the exercise of themillion but a spectacle for the million and a game which rivals theStock Exchange as a means of winning money on the difference of opinionas to the skill of contending operatorsThe newspapers of the countrypretty accurate and sad indicators of thepopular tastedevote more daily columns in a weeks time to chroniclingthe news about baseball than to any other topic that interests theAmerican mind and the most skillful player the pitcher often collegebred whose entire prowess is devoted to not doing what he seems to bedoing and who has become the hero of the American girl as the Olympianwrestler was of the Greek maiden and as the matador is of the Spanishsenorita receives a larger salary for a few hours exertion each weekthan any college president is paid for a years intellectual toil Suchhas been the progress in the interest in education during this periodthat the larger bulk of the news and that most looked for printed aboutthe colleges and universities is that relating to the training theprospects and achievements of the boat crews and the teams of baseballand football and the victory of any crew or team is a better means ofattracting students to its college a better advertisement than successin any scholastic contest A few years ago a tournament was organized inthe North between several colleges for competition in oratory andscholarship it had a couple of contests and then died of inanition andwant of public interestDuring the period I am speaking of there has been an enormous advance intechnical education resulting in the establishment of splendid specialschools essential to the development of our national resources a growthof the popular idea that education should be practicalthat is such aneducation as can be immediately applied to earning a living and acquiringwealth speedilyand an increasing extension of the elective system incollegesbased almost solely on the notion having in view of coursethe practical education that the inclinations of a young man of eighteenare a better guide as to what is best for his mental development andequipment for life than all the experience of his predecessorsIn this period which you will note is more distinguished by the desirefor the accumulation of money than far the general production of wealththe standard of a fortune has shifted from a fair competence to that ofmillions of money so that he is no longer rich who has a hundredthousand dollars but he only who possesses property valued at manymillions and the men most widely known the country through most talkedabout whose doings and sayings are most chronicled in the journalswhose example is most attractive and stimulating to the minds of youthare not the scholars the scientists the men of letters not even theorators and statesmen but those who by any means have amassed enormousfortunes We judge the future of a generation by its idealsRegarding education from the point of view of its equipment of a man tomake money and enjoy the luxury which money can command it must be moreand more practical that is it must be adapted not even to the higheraim of increasing the general wealth of the world by increasingproduction and diminishing waste both of labor and capital but to thelower aim of getting personal possession of it so that a striking socialfeature of the period is that onehalfthat is hardly an overestimateonehalf of the activity in America of which we speak with so muchenthusiasm is not directed to the production of wealth to increasingits volume but to getting the money of other people away from them Inbarbarous ages this object was accomplished by violence it is nowattained by skill and adroitness We still punish those who gain propertyby violence those who get it by smartness and cleverness we try toimitate and sometimes we reward them with public officeIt appears therefore that speedthe ability to move rapidly from placeto placea disproportionate reward of physical over intellectualscience an intense desire to be rich which is strong enough to compeleven education to grind in the mill of the Philistines and an inordinateelevation in public consideration of rich men simply because they arerich are characteristics of this little point of time on which we standThey are not the only characteristics in a reasonably optimistic viewthe age is distinguished for unexampled achievements and foropportunities for the wellbeing of humanity never before in all historyattainable But these characteristics are so prominent as to beget thefear that we are losing the sense of the relative value of things in thislifeFew persons come to middle life without some conception of these relativevalues It is in the heat and struggle that we fail to appreciate what inthe attainment will be most satisfactory to us After it is over we areapt to see that our possessions do not bring the happiness we expectedor that we have neglected to cultivate the powers and tastes that canmake life enjoyable We come to know to use a truism that a personshighest satisfaction depends not upon his exterior acquisitions but uponwhat he himself is There is no escape from this conclusion The physicalsatisfactions are limited and fallacious the intellectual and moralsatisfactions are unlimited In the last analysis a man has to live withhimself to be his own companion and in the last resort the question iswhat can he get out of himself In the end his life is worth just whathe has become And I need not say that the mistake commonly made is as torelative valuesthat the things of sense are as important as the thingsof the mind You make that mistake when you devote your best energies toyour

Produced by David WidgerBADDECK AND THAT SORT OF THINGBy Charles Dudley WarnerPREFACETO JOSEPH H TWICHELLIt would be unfair to hold you responsible for these light sketches of asummer trip which are now gathered into this little volume in responseto the usual demand in such cases yet you cannot escape altogether Forit was you who first taught me to say the name Baddeck it was you whoshowed me its position on the map and a seductive letter from a homemissionary on Cape Breton Island in relation to the abundance of troutand salmon in his field of labor That missionary you may remember wenever found nor did we see his tackle but I have no reason to believethat he does not enjoy good fishing in the right season You understandthe duties of a home missionary much better than I do and you knowwhether he would be likely to let a couple of strangers into the bestpart of his preserveBut I am free to admit that after our expedition was started youspeedily relieved yourself of all responsibility for it and turnedit over to your comrade with a profound geographical indifference youwould as readily have gone to Baddeck by Nova Zembla as by Nova ScotiaThe flight over the latter island was you knew however no part of ouroriginal plan and you were not obliged to take any interest in itYou know that our design was to slip rapidly down by the back way ofNorthumberland Sound to the Bras dOr and spend a week fishing thereand that the greater part of this journey here imperfectly describedis not really ours but was put upon us by fate and by the peculiararrangement of provincial travelIt would have been easy after our return to have made up from librariesa most engaging description of the Provinces mixing it with historicallegendary botanical geographical and ethnological information andseasoning it with adventure from your glowing imagination But itseemed to me that it would be a more honest contribution if our accountcontained only what we saw in our rapid travel for I have a theorythat any addition to the great body of print however insignificantit may be has a value in proportion to its originality andindividualityhowever slight either isand very little value if itis a compilation of the observations of others In this case I knowhow slight the value is and I can only hope that as the trip was veryentertaining to us the record of it may not be wholly unentertaining tothose of like tastesOf one thing my dear friend I am certain if the readers of thislittle journey could have during its persual the companionship that thewriter had when it was made they would think it altogether delightfulThere is no pleasure comparable to that of going about the world inpleasant weather with a good comrade if the mind is distracted neitherby care nor ambition nor the greed of gain The delight there isin seeing things without any hope of pecuniary profit from them Wecertainly enjoyed that inward peace which the philosopher associateswith the absence of desire for money For as Plato says in the Phaedowhence come wars and fightings and factions whence but from thebody and the lusts of the body For wars are occasioned by the love ofmoney So also are the majority of the anxieties of life We leftthese behind when we went into the Provinces with no design of acquiringanything there I hope it may be my fortune to travel further with youin this fair world under similar circumstancesNOOK FARM HARTFORD April 10 1874C D WBADDECK AND THAT SORT OF THINGI Ay now I am in Arden the more fool I when I was at home I was in a better place but travellers must be content TOUCHSTONETwo comrades and travelers who sought a better country than the UnitedStates in the month of August found themselves one evening in apparentpossession of the ancient town of BostonThe shops were closed at early candlelight the fashionable inhabitantshad retired into the country or into the secondstoryback of theirprincely residences and even an air of tender gloom settled upon theCommon The streets were almost empty and one passed into the burntdistrict where the scarred ruins and the uplifting piles of new brickand stone spread abroad under the flooding light of a full moon likeanother Pompeii without any increase in his feeling of tranquilseclusion Even the newsoffices had put up their shutters and aconfiding stranger could nowhere buy a guidebook to help his wanderingfeet about the reposeful city or to show him how to get out of itThere was to be sure a cheerful tinkle of horsecar bells in the airand in the creeping vehicles which created this levity of sound were afew lonesome passengers on their way to Scollays Square but the twotravelers not having wellregulated minds had no desire to go thereWhat would have become of Boston if the great fire had reached thissacred point of pilgrimage no merely human mind can imagine Withoutit I suppose the horsecars would go continually round and roundnever stopping until the cars fell away piecemeal on the track andthe horses collapsed into a mere mass of bones and harness and thebrowncovered books from the Public Library in the hands of the fadingvirgins who carried them had accumulated fines to an incalculableamountBoston notwithstanding its partial destruction by fire is still a goodplace to start from When one meditates an excursion into an unknownand perhaps perilous land where the flag will not protect him andthe greenback will only partially support him he likes to steady andtranquilize his mind by a peaceful halt and a serene start So weforthe intelligent reader has already identified us with the two travelersresolved to spend the last night before beginning our journey in thequiet of a Boston hotel Some people go into the country for quiet weknew better

Produced by Emma Dudding Dagny John Bickers David WidgerTHE SURPRISING ADVENTURES OF BARON MUNCHAUSENBy Rudolph Erich RaspePublished in 1895INTRODUCTIONIt is a curious fact that of that class of literature to whichMunchausen belongs that namely of _Voyages Imaginaires_ the threegreat types should have all been created in England Utopia RobinsonCrusoe and Gulliver illustrating respectively the philosophical theedifying and the satirical type of fictitious travel were all writtenin England and at the end of the eighteenth century a fourth typethe fantastically mendacious was evolved in this country Of this typeMunchausen was the modern original and remains the classical exampleThe adaptability of such a species of composition to local and topicaluses might well be considered prejudicial to its chances of obtaining apermanent place in literature Yet Munchausen has undoubtedly achievedsuch a place The Barons notoriety is universal his characterproverbial and his name as familiar as that of Mr Lemuel Gulliver orRobinson Crusoe mariner of York Condemned by the learned like someother masterpieces as worthless Munchausens travels have obtainedsuch a worldwide fame that the story of their origin possesses ageneral and historic interest apart from whatever of obscurity or ofcuriosity it may have to recommend itThe work first appeared in London in the course of the year 1785 Nocopy of the first edition appears to be accessible it seems howeverto have been issued some time in the autumn and in the _CriticalReview_ for December 1785 there is the following notice BaronMunchausens Narrative of his Marvellous Travels and Campaignsin Russia Small 8vo IS Smith This is a satirical productioncalculated to throw ridicule on the bold assertions of someparliamentary declaimers If rant may be best foiled at its own weaponsthe authors design is not illfounded for the marvellous has neverbeen carried to a more whimsical and ludicrous extent The reviewer hadprobably read the work through from one paper cover to the other It wasin fact too short to bore the most blasé of his kind consisting ofbut fortynine small octavo pages The second edition which is in theBritish Museum bears the following title Baron Munchausens Narrativeof his Marvellous Travels and Campaigns in Russia humbly dedicated andrecommended to country gentlemen and if they please to be repeated astheir own after a hunt at horse races in watering places and othersuch polite assemblies round the bottle and fireside Smith Printed atOxford 1786 The fact that this little pamphlet again consists of butfortynine small octavo pages combined with the similarity of titleas far as that of the first edition is given in the _Critical Review_publisher and price affords a strong presumption that it was identicalwith the first edition This edition contains only chapters ii iiiiv v and vi pp 1044 of the present reprint These chapters arethe best in the book and their substantial if peculiar merit can hardlybe denied but the pamphlet appears to have met with little successand early in 1786 Smith seems to have sold the property to anotherbookseller Kearsley Kearsley had it enlarged but not we areexpressly informed in the preface to the seventh edition by the handof the original author who happened to be in Cornwall at the time Healso had it illustrated and brought it out in the same year in bookform at the enhanced price of two shillings under the title GulliverRevivd The Singular Travels Campaigns Voyages and SportingAdventures of Baron Munnikhouson commonly pronounced Munchausen as herelates them over a bottle when surrounded by his friends A new editionconsiderably enlarged with views from the Barons drawings London1786 A wellinformed _Critical Reviewer_ would have amended the titlethus Lucian revivd or Gulliver Beat with his own BowFour editions now succeeded each other with rapidity and withoutmodification A German translation appeared in 1786 with the imprintLondon it was however in reality printed by Dieterich at GöttingenIt was a free rendering of the fifth edition the preface being a clumsycombination of that prefixed to the original edition with that whichKearsley had added to the thirdThe fifth edition which is with the exception of trifling differenceson the titlepage identical with the third fourth and sixth isalso that which has been followed in the present reprint down to theconclusion of chapter twenty where it ends with the words the greatquadrangle The supplement treating of Munchausens extraordinaryflight on the back of an eagle over France to Gibraltar South and NorthAmerica the Polar Regions and back to England is derived from theseventh edition of 1793 which has a new subtitleGulliver revivdor the Vice of Lying properly exposed The preface to this enlargededition also informs the reader that the last four editions had met withextraordinary success and that the supplementary chapters all thatis with the exception of chapters ii iii iv v and vi whichare ascribed to Baron Munchausen himself were the production of anotherpen written however in the Barons manner To the same ingeniousperson the public was indebted for the engravings with which the bookwas embellished The seventh was the last edition by which the classictext of Munchausen was seriously modified Even before this importantconsummation had been arrived at a sequel which was within a fractionas long as the original work it occupies pp 163299 of this volumehad appeared under the title A Sequel to the Adventures of BaronMunchausen Humbly dedicated to Mr Bruce the Abyssiniantraveller as the Baron conceives that it may be some service to himprevious to his making another journey into Abyssinia But if thisadvice does not delight Mr Bruce the Baron is willing to fight him onany terms he pleases This work was issued separately London 17928voSuch is the history of the book during the first eight or constructiveyears of its existence beyond which it is necessary to trace it untilat least we have touched upon the longvexed question of its authorshipMunchausens travels have in fact been ascribed to as many differenthands as those of Odysseus But as in most other respects it differsfrom the more ancient fabulous narrative in that its authorship hasbeen the subject of but little controversy Many people have entertainederroneous notions as to its authorship which they have circulated

Produced by John HammTHE GOLDEN ROADBy L M Montgomery Life was a roselipped comrade With purple flowers dripping from her fingers The Author TO THE MEMORY OF Aunt Mary Lawson WHO TOLD ME MANY OF THE TALES REPEATED BY THE STORY GIRLFOREWORDOnce upon a time we all walked on the golden road It was a fairhighway through the Land of Lost Delight shadow and sunshine wereblessedly mingled and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and anew loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyesOn that road we heard the song of morning stars we drank in fragrancesaerial and sweet as a May mist we were rich in gossamer fancies andiris hopes our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams the yearswaited beyond and they were very fair life was a roselipped comradewith purple flowers dripping from her fingersWe may long have left the golden road behind but its memories are thedearest of our eternal possessions and those who cherish them as suchmay haply find a pleasure in the pages of this book whose people arepilgrims on the golden road of youthTHE GOLDEN ROADCHAPTER I A NEW DEPARTUREIve thought of something amusing for the winter I said as wedrew into a halfcircle around the glorious woodfire in Uncle AlecskitchenIt had been a day of wild November wind closing down into a wet eerietwilight Outside the wind was shrilling at the windows and around theeaves and the rain was playing on the roof The old willow at the gatewas writhing in the storm and the orchard was a place of weird musicborn of all the tears and fears that haunt the halls of night Butlittle we cared for the gloom and the loneliness of the outside worldwe kept them at bay with the light of the fire and the laughter of ouryoung lipsWe had been having a splendid game of BlindMans Buff That is ithad been splendid at first but later the fun went out of it because wefound that Peter was of malice prepense allowing himself to becaught too easily in order that he might have the pleasure of catchingFelicitywhich he never failed to do no matter how tightly his eyeswere bound What remarkable goose said that love is blind Love can seethrough five folds of closelywoven muffler with easeIm getting tired said Cecily whose breath was coming rather quicklyand whose pale cheeks had bloomed into scarlet Lets sit down and getthe Story Girl to tell us a storyBut as we dropped into our places the Story Girl shot a significantglance at me which intimated that this was the psychological moment forintroducing the scheme she and I had been secretly developing for somedays It was really the Story Girls idea and none of mine But she hadinsisted that I should make the suggestion as coming wholly from myselfIf you dont Felicity wont agree to it You know yourself Bev howcontrary shes been lately over anything I mention And if she goesagainst it Peter will toothe ninnyand it wouldnt be any fun if wewerent all in itWhat is it asked Felicity drawing her chair slightly away fromPetersIt is this Let us get up a newspaper of our ownwrite it allourselves and have all we do in it Dont you think we can get a lot offun out of itEveryone looked rather blank and amazed except the Story Girl She knewwhat she had to do and she did itWhat a silly idea she exclaimed with a contemptuous toss of her longbrown curls Just as if WE could get up a newspaperFelicity fired up exactly as we had hopedI think its a splendid idea she said enthusiastically Id like toknow why we couldnt get up as good a newspaper as they have in townUncle Roger says the Daily Enterprise has gone to the dogsall the newsit prints is that some old woman has put a shawl on her head and goneacross the road to have tea with another old woman I guess we could dobetter than that You neednt think Sara Stanley that nobody but youcan do anythingI think it would be great fun said Peter decidedly My Aunt Janehelped edit a paper when she was at Queens Academy and she said it wasvery amusing and helped her a great dealThe Story Girl could hide her delight only by dropping her eyes andfrowningBev wants to be editor she said and I dont see how he can with noexperience Anyhow it would be a lot of troubleSome people are so afraid of a little bother retorted FelicityI think it would be nice said Cecily timidly and none of us haveany experience of being editors any more than Bev so that wouldntmatterWill it be printed asked DanOh no I said We cant have it printed Well just have to write itoutwe can buy foolscap from the teacherI dont think it will be much of a newspaper if it isnt printed saidDan scornfullyIt doesnt matter very much what YOU think said FelicityThank you retorted DanOf course said the Story Girl hastily not wishing to have Dan turnedagainst our project if all the rest of you want it Ill go in for ittoo I daresay it would be real good fun now that I

Produced by Charles Franks and the Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE PUPPET CROWNby Harold MacGrath TO THE MEMORY OF THAT GOOD FRIEND AND COMRADE OF MY YOUTH MY FATHERCONTENTS I THE SCEPTER WHICH WAS A STICK II THE COUP DETAT OF COUSIN JOSEF III AN EPISODE TEN YEARS AFTER IV AN ADVENTURE WITH ROYALTY V BEHIND THE PUPPET BOOTH VI MADEMOISELLE OF THE VEIL VII SOME DIALOGUE AN SPRAINED ANKLE AND SOME SOLDIERS VIII THE RED CHATEAU IX NOTHING MORE SERIOUS THAN A HOUSE PARTY X BEING OF LONG RIDES MAIDS KISSES AND MESSAGES XI THE DENOUEMENT XII WHOM THE GODS DESTROY AND A FEW OTHERS XIII BEING OF COMPLICATIONS NOT RECKONED ON XIV QUI MAIME AIME MON CHIEN XV IN WHICH FORTUNE BECOMES CARELESS AND PRODIGAL XVI WHAT HAPPENED AT THE ARCHBISHOPS PLACE AND AFTER XVII SOME PASSAGES AT ARMS XVIII A MINOR CHORD AND A CHANGE OF MOVEMENT XIX A CHANCE RIDE IN THE NIGHT XX THE LAST STAND OF A BAD SERVANT XXI A COURT FETE AT THE RED CHATEAU XXII IN WHICH MAURICE RECURS TO OFFENBACH XXIII A GAME OF POKER AND THE STAKES XXIV THE PRISONER OF THE RED CHATEAU XXV THE FORTUNES OF WAR XXVI A PAGE FORM TASSO XXVII WORMWOOD AND LEESXXVIII INTO THE HANDS OF AUSTRIA XXIX INTO STILL WATERS AND SILENCE Ah Love Could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would not we shatter it to bitsand then Remold it nearer to the Hearts desire Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamCHAPTER I THE SCEPTER WHICH WAS A STICKThe king sat in his private garden in the shade of a potted orange treethe leaves of which were splashed with brilliant yellow It was highnoon of one of those last warm sighs of passing summer which now andthen lovingly steal in between the chill breaths of September Thevelvet hush of the midday hour had fallenThere was an endless horizon of turquoise blue a zenith pellucid asglass The trees stood motionless not a shadow stirred save that whichwas cast by the tremulous wings of a black and purple butterfly whichnear to his Majesty fell rose and sank again From a drove of wildbees swimming hither and thither in quest of the final sweets of theyear came a low murmurous hum such as a man sometimes fancies he hearswhile standing alone in the vast auditorium of a cathedralThe king from where he sat could see the ivyclad towers of thearchbishops palace where in and about the narrow windows gray andwhite doves fluttered and plumed themselves The garden sloped gentlydownward till it merged into a beautiful lake called the Werter Seewhich stretching out several miles to the west in the heart of thethickwooded hills trembled like a thin sheet of silverToward the south far away lay the dim uneven blue line of the ThalianAlps which separated the kingdom that was from the duchy that is andthe duke from his desires More than once the king leveled his gazein that direction as if to fathom what lay behind those lordly ruggedhillsThere was in the air the delicate odor of the deciduous leaves whichevery little while the king inhaled his eyes halfclosed and hisnostrils distended Save for these brief moments however there restedon his countenance an expression of disenchantment which came ofthe knowledge of a part illplayed an expression which described aconsciousness of his unfitness and inutility of lethargy and wearinessand distasteTo be weary is the lot of kings it is a part of their royalprerogative but it is only a great king who can be weary gracefullyAnd Leopold was not a great king indeed he was many inches short ofthe ideal but he was philosophical and by the process of reason heescaped the pitfalls which lurk in the path of peevishnessTo know the smallness of the human atom the limit of desire theexistence of other lives as precious as their own is not the philosophywhich makes great kings Philosophy engenders pity and one whopossesses that can not ride roughshod over men and that is the businessof kingsAs for Leopold he would rather have wandered the byways of Kant thanstudied royal etiquette A crown had been thrust on his head and ascepter into his hand and willynilly he must wear the one and wieldthe other The confederation had determined the matter shortly beforethe FrancoPrussian warThe kingdom that was an admixture of old France and newer Austria wasa gateway which opened the road to the Orient and a gateman must beplaced there who would be obedient to the will of the great travelerswere they minded to pass that way That is to say the confederationwanted a puppet and in Leopold they found a dreamer which served aswell That glittering bait a crown had lured him from his peacefulOsian hills and valleys and now he found that his crown was of strawand his scepter a stickHe longed to turn back for his heart lay in a tomb close to his castlekeep but the way back was closed He had sold his birthright So hepermitted his ministers to rule his kingdom how they would and gavehimself up to dreams He had been but a

Produced by Donald LainsonTHE PATROL OF THE SUN DANCE TRAILBy Ralph ConnorCONTENTSCHAPTERI THE TRAILRUNNERII HIS COUNTRYS NEEDIII AFISHING WE WILL GOIV THE BIG CHIEFV THE ANCIENT SACRIFICEVI THE ILLUSIVE COPPERHEADVII THE SARCEE CAMPVIII THE GIRL ON NO 1IX THE RIDE UP THE BOWX RAVEN TO THE RESCUEXI SMITHS WORKXII IN THE SUN DANCE CANYONXIII IN THE BIG WIGWAMXIV GOOD MANGOOD SQUAWXV THE OUTLAWXVI WARXVII TO ARMSXVIII AN OUTLAW BUT A MANXIX THE GREAT CHIEFXX THE LAST PATROLXXI WHY THE DOCTOR STAYEDTHE PATROL OF THE SUN DANCE TRAILCHAPTER ITHE TRAILRUNNERHigh up on the hillside in the midst of a rugged group of jack pines theUnion Jack shook out its folds gallantly in the breeze that swept downthe Kicking Horse Pass That gallant flag marked the headquarters ofSuperintendent Strong of the North West Mounted Police whose specialduty it was to preserve law and order along the construction line of theCanadian Pacific Railway Company now pushed west some scores of milesAlong the toteroad which ran parallel to the steel a man dark ofskin slight but wiry came running his hard panting his streamingface his open mouth proclaiming his exhaustion At a little trail thatled to the left he paused noted its course toward the flaunting flagturned into it then struggled up the rocky hillside till he came to thewooden shack with a deep porch running round it and surrounded bya rustic fence which enclosed a garden whose neatness illustrated acharacteristic of the British soldier The runner passed in through thegate and up the little gravel walk and began to ascend the stepsHalt A quick sharp voice arrested him What do you want here Fromthe side of the shack an orderly appeared neat trim and dandified inappearance from his polished boots to his wide cowboy hatBeeg Chief panted the runner Meseebeeg ChiefqueeckThe orderly looked him over and hesitatedWhat do you want Big Chief forMewantsay someting said the little man fighting to recover hisbreath someting beegsure beeg He made a step toward the doorHalt there said the orderly sharply Keep out you halfbreedSeebeeg Chiefqueeck panted the halfbreed for so he was withfierce insistenceThe orderly hesitated A year ago he would have hustled him off theporch in short order But these days were anxious days Rumors wildand terrifying were running through the trails of the dark forestEverywhere were suspicion and unrest The Indian tribes throughout thewestern territories and in the eastern part of British Columbia undercover of an unwonted quiet were in a state of excitement and this noneknew better than the North West Mounted Police With stoical unconcernthe Police patroled their beats rode in upon the reserves carelesscheery but with eyes vigilant for signs and with ears alert forsounds of the coming storm Only the Mounted Police however and afew oldtimers who knew the Indians and their halfbreed kindred gavea single moments thought to the bare possibility of danger Thevast majority of the Canadian people knew nothing of the tempestuousgatherings of French halfbreed settlers in little hamlets upon thenorthern plains along the Saskatchewan The fiery resolutions reportednow and then in the newspapers reciting the wrongs and proclaiming therights of these remote ignorant insignificant halftamed pioneersof civilization roused but faint interest in the minds of the people ofCanada Formal resolutions and petitions of rights had been regularlysent during the past two years to Ottawa and there as regularlypigeonholed above the desks of deputy ministers The politicians hada somewhat dim notion that there was some sort of row on among thebreeds about Prince Albert and Battleford but this concerned themlittle The members of the Opposition found in the resolutions andpetitions of rights useful ammunition for attack upon the Government Inpurple periods the leader arraigned the supineness and the indifferenceof the Premier and his Government to the rights and wrongs of ourfellowcitizens who amid the hardships of a pioneer civilization werelaying broad and deep the foundations of Empire But after the smokeand noise of the explosion had passed both Opposition and Governmentspeedily forgot the halfbreed and his tempestuous gatherings in thestores and schoolhouses at church doors and in open camps along thebanks of the far away SaskatchewanThere were a few men however that could not forget An Indian agenthere and there with a sense of responsibility beyond the pickings of hispost a Hudson Bay factor whose long experience in handling the affairsof halfbreeds and Indians instructed him to read as from a printed pagewhat to others were meaningless and incoherent happenings and above allthe officers of the Mounted Police whose duty it was to preserve thepax Britannica over some three hundred thousand square miles of HerMajestys dominions in this far northwest reach of Empire these carriednight and day an uneasiness in their minds which found vent from timeto time in reports and telegraphic messages to members of Government andother officials at headquarters who slept on however undisturbed Butthe word was passed along the line of Police posts over the plains andfar out into British Columbia to watch for signs and to be on guard ThePolice paid little heed to the highsounding resolutions of a few angryexcitable halfbreeds who daring though they were and thoroughly ableto give a good account of themselves in any trouble that might arisewere quite insignificant in number but there was another peril soserious so terrible that the oldest officer on the force spoke of itwith face growing grave and with lowered voicethe peril of an IndianuprisingAll this and more made the trim orderly hesitate A runner with news wasnot to be kicked unceremoniously off the porch in these days but to beconsideredYou want to see the Superintendent ehOui for surequeeckrun ten mile replied the halfbreed with angryimpatienceAll right said the orderly whats your nameName Me PinaultPierre Pinault Ah sacrre Beeg Chief knowmePinault The little

Produced by Toby F Charkin HTML version by Al HainesThe Valley Of FearbySir Arthur Conan DoyleCONTENTSPART 1The Tragedy of BirlstoneChapter 1 The Warning 2 Sherlock Holmes Discourses 3 The Tragedy of Birlstone 4 Darkness 5 The People Of the Drama 6 A Dawning Light 7 The SolutionPART 2The Scowrers 1 The Man 2 The Bodymaster 3 Lodge 341 Vermissa 4 The Valley of Fear 5 The Darkest Hour 6 Danger 7 The Trapping of Birdy EdwardsPART 1The Tragedy of BirlstoneChapter 1The WarningI am inclined to think said II should do so Sherlock Holmes remarked impatientlyI believe that I am one of the most longsuffering of mortals but Illadmit that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruptionReally Holmes said I severely you are a little trying at timesHe was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediateanswer to my remonstrance He leaned upon his hand with his untastedbreakfast before him and he stared at the slip of paper which he hadjust drawn from its envelope Then he took the envelope itself held itup to the light and very carefully studied both the exterior and theflapIt is Porlocks writing said he thoughtfully I can hardly doubtthat it is Porlocks writing though I have seen it only twice beforeThe Greek e with the peculiar top flourish is distinctive But if it isPorlock then it must be something of the very first importanceHe was speaking to himself rather than to me but my vexationdisappeared in the interest which the words awakenedWho then is Porlock I askedPorlock Watson is a nomdeplume a mere identification mark butbehind it lies a shifty and evasive personality In a former letter hefrankly informed me that the name was not his own and defied me everto trace him among the teeming millions of this great city Porlock isimportant not for himself but for the great man with whom he is intouch Picture to yourself the pilot fish with the shark the jackalwith the lionanything that is insignificant in companionship withwhat is formidable not only formidable Watson but sinisterin thehighest degree sinister That is where he comes within my purview Youhave heard me speak of Professor MoriartyThe famous scientific criminal as famous among crooks asMy blushes Watson Holmes murmured in a deprecating voiceI was about to say as he is unknown to the publicA touch A distinct touch cried Holmes You are developing acertain unexpected vein of pawky humour Watson against which I mustlearn to guard myself But in calling Moriarty a criminal you areuttering libel in the eyes of the lawand there lie the glory and thewonder of it The greatest schemer of all time the organizer of everydeviltry the controlling brain of the underworld a brain which mighthave made or marred the destiny of nationsthats the man But soaloof is he from general suspicion so immune from criticism soadmirable in his management and selfeffacement that for those verywords that you have uttered he could hale you to a court and emergewith your years pension as a solatium for his wounded character Is henot the celebrated author of The Dynamics of an Asteroid a book whichascends to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that it is saidthat there was no man in the scientific press capable of criticizingit Is this a man to traduce Foulmouthed doctor and slanderedprofessorsuch would be your respective roles Thats genius WatsonBut if I am spared by lesser men our day will surely comeMay I be there to see I exclaimed devoutly But you were speakingof this man PorlockAh yesthe socalled Porlock is a link in the chain some little wayfrom its great attachment Porlock is not quite a sound linkbetweenourselves He is the only flaw in that chain so far as I have been ableto test itBut no chain is stronger than its weakest linkExactly my dear Watson Hence the extreme importance of Porlock Ledon by some rudimentary aspirations towards right and encouraged by thejudicious stimulation of an occasional tenpound note sent to him bydevious methods he has once or twice given me advance informationwhich has been of valuethat highest value which anticipates andprevents rather than avenges crime I cannot doubt that if we had thecipher we should find that this communication is of the nature that IindicateAgain Holmes flattened out the paper upon his unused plate I rose andleaning over him stared down at the curious inscription which ran asfollows 534 C2 13 127 36 31 4 17 21 41 DOUGLAS 109 293 5 37 BIRLSTONE 26 BIRLSTONE 9 47 171What do you make of it HolmesIt is obviously an attempt to convey secret informationBut what is the use of a cipher message without the cipherIn this instance none at allWhy do you say in this instanceBecause there are many ciphers which I would read as easily as I dothe apocrypha of the agony column such crude devices amuse theintelligence without fatiguing it But this is different It is clearlya reference to the words in a page of some book Until I am told whichpage and which book I am powerlessBut why Douglas and BirlstoneClearly because those are words which were not contained in the pagein questionThen why has he not indicated the bookYour native shrewdness my dear Watson that innate cunning which isthe delight of your friends would surely prevent you from inclosingcipher and message in the same envelope Should it miscarry you areundone As it is both have to go wrong before any harm comes from itOur second post is now overdue and I shall be surprised if it does

Produced by Jeroen HellingmanThe Bontoc Igorotby Albert Ernest JenksLetter of TransmittalDepartment of the Interior The Ethnological SurveyMANILA FEBRUARY 3 1904Sir I have the honor to submit a study of the Bontoc Igorot madefor this Survey during the year 1903 It is transmitted with therecommendation that it be published as Volume I of a series ofscientific studies to be issued by The Ethnological Survey for thePhilippine IslandsRespectfullyAlbert Ernst JenksCHIEF OF THE ETHNOLOGICAL SURVEYHon Dean C WorcesterSECRETARY OF THE INTERIOR MANILA P IPrefaceAfter an expedition of two months in September October and November1902 among the people of northern Luzon it was decided that the Igorotof Bontoc pueblo in the Province of LepantoBontoc are as typical ofthe primitive mountain agriculturist of Luzon as any group visited andthat ethnologic investigations directed from Bontoc pueblo would enablethe investigator to show the culture of the primitive mountaineer ofLuzon as well as or better than investigations centered elsewhereAccompanied by Mrs Jenks the writer took up residence in Bontocpueblo the 1st of January 1903 and remained five months Thefollowing data were gathered during that Bontoc residence the previousexpedition of two months and a residence of about six weeks amongthe Benguet IgorotThe accompanying illustrations are mainly from photographs Some ofthem were taken in April 1903 by Hon Dean C Worcester Secretaryof the Interior others are the work of Mr Charles Martin Governmentphotographer and were taken in January 1903 the others were madeby the writer to supplement those taken by Mr Martin whose timewas limited in the area Credit for each photograph is given withthe halftone as it appearsI wish to express my gratitude for the many favors of the only otherAmericans living in Bontoc Province during my stay there namelyLieutenantGovernor Truman K Hunt MD Constabulary Lieutenant nowCaptain Elmer A Eckman and Mr William F Smith American teacherIn the following pages native words have their syllabic divisionsshown by hyphens and their accented syllables and vowels marked in thevarious sections wherein the words are considered technically for thefirst time and also in the vocabulary in the last chapter In allother places they are unmarked A later study of the language mayshow that errors have been made in writing sentences since it wasnot always possible to get a consistent answer to the question as towhat part of a sentence constitutes a single word and time was toolimited for any extensive language study The following alphabet hasbeen used in writing native wordsA as in FAR Spanish RAMOA as in LAW as O in French ORAY as AI in AISLE Spanish HAYAO as OU in OUT as AU in Spanish AUTOB as in BAD Spanish BAJARCH as in CHECK Spanish CHICOD as in DOG Spanish DARE as in THEY Spanish HALLEE as in THEN Spanish COMENF as in FIGHT Spanish FIRMARG as in GO Spanish GOZARH as in HE Tagalog BAHAYI as in PIQUE Spanish HIJOI as in PICKK as in KEENL as in LAMB Spanish LENTEM as in MAN Spanish MENOSN as in NOW Spanish JABONNG as in FINGER Spanish LENGUAO as in NOTE Spanish NOSOTROSOI as in BOILP as in POOR Spanish PEROQ as CH in German ICHS as in SAUCE Spanish SORDOSH as in SHALL as CH in French CHARMERT as in TOUCH Spanish TOMARU as in RULE Spanish UNOU as in BUTU as in German KUHLV as in VALVE Spanish VOLVERW as in WILL nearly as OU in French OUIY as in YOU Spanish YAIt seems not improper to say a word here regarding some of my commonestimpressions of the Bontoc IgorotPhysically he is a cleanlimbed wellbuilt darkbrown man of mediumstature with no evidence of degeneracy He belongs to that extensivestock of primitive people of which the Malay is the most commonlynamed I do not believe he has received any of his characteristicsas a group from either the Chinese or Japanese though this theoryhas frequently been presented The Bontoc man would be a savage ifit were not that his geographic location compelled him to become anagriculturist necessity drove him to this art of peace In everydaylife his actions are deliberate but he is not lazy He is remarkablyindustrious for a primitive man In his agricultural labors he hasstrength determination and endurance On the trail as a cargadoror burden bearer for Americans he is patient and uncomplaining andearns his wage in the sweat of his brow His social life is lowlyand before marriage is most primitive but a man has only one wife towhom he is usually faithful The social group is decidedly democraticthere are no slaves The people are neither drunkards gamblersnor sportsmen There is little color in the life of the Igorothe is not very inventive and seems to have little imagination Hischief recreation certainly his mostenjoyed and highly prizedrecreation is headhunting But headhunting is not the passionwith him that it is with many Malay peoplesHis religion is at base the most primitive religion known animismor spirit belief but he has somewhere grasped the idea of one godand has made this belief in a crude way a part of his lifeHe is a very likable man and there is little about his primitivenessthat is repulsive He is of a kindly disposition is not servileand is generally trustworthy He has a strong sense of humor He isdecidedly friendly to the American whose superiority he recognizesand whose methods he desires to learn The boys in school are quickand bright and their teacher pronounces them superior to Indian andMexican children he has taught in Mexico Texas and New Mexico1Briefly I believe in the future development of the Bontoc Igorotfor the following reasons He has an exceptionally fine physique forhis stature and has no vices to destroy his body He has couragewhich no one who knows him seems ever to think of questioning heis industrious has a bright mind and is willing to learn Hisinstitutions governmental religious and social are notradically opposed to those of modern civilization as for instanceare many institutions of the Mohammedanized people of Mindanao andthe Sulu Archipelago but are such it

Produced by David A SchwanHOW MEMBERS OF CONGRESS ARE BRIBEDAn Open LetterA Protest and a PetitionFrom a Citizen of California to the United States Congressby Joseph H MooreThe LobbyistIf a persistent intermeddler without proper warrant in Governmentaffairs an unscrupulous dealer in threats and promises amongst publicmen a constant menace to sworn servants of the people in their officesof trust a tempter of the corrupt and a terror to the timid who aredelegated to power a remorseless enemy to wholesome legislation aconstant friend to conspirators against the common welfare for privategainif such a compound of dangerous and insolent qualities mergedin one personality active vigilant unblushing be a LobbyistthenCollis P Huntington is a Lobbyist at the doors of Congress in itscorridors and in its councils at WashingtonHe is the spirit incarnate of Monopoly in its most aggressive formAmong the intrenched powers which have sapped the vitality and are amenace to the existence of our form of republican government he isstrong with their strength dangerous with their power perilous withthe insolence of their courtesies the blandishment of their open orcovert threatsFor nearly thirty years he has engendered broadcast political corruptionin order to enrich himself and his associate railroad magnates at thepublic costThe declared representative now of those who have been thus farsuccessful conspirators against the general Treasury and ruthlessoppressors of every vital interest of defenceless California withresonant voice and open hand he is clearly visible upon paradedemanding attention from the elected servants of all the people andeasily dwarfing the lessor lobby by the splendor of his equipmentThe English Parliament would relegate such an intruder to the streetthe French Deputies point to his credentials with infinite scornItalian statesmen would shrink from a perusal of his record and theSpanish Cortes decline to listen to any plea that men who are at one andthe same time known robbers and declared beggars have blended and vestedrights as both such to millions of public moneyTo the vision of thoughtful rulers and myriads of patriots throughoutthe world reading history now as it is being created from day to daythe Anarchist naturally looms in the background of such a spectacleA SearchLightIn order that a proper sidelight be flashed upon him that his choicemethods of dealing with men and accomplishing his purposes may passin review that some Californians and many national legislators may beinformed of that which they never knew or reminded of that whichthey may have forgotten that the record of his accidental and forcedconfession in open Court of an appalling use of money in defendingstolen millions and grasping after more shall be revived that his lowestimate of the honor and integrity of public men and his essentialcontempt for the masses may be contrasted with his high appreciation ofthe debauching power of money that the enslavement by himself and hisassociates of the naturally great State of California and her indignantpeople may be once more proclaimed with bitter protest and earnestappeal to all the citizens of our sister States throughout our vastcommonwealth and to the end that no such palpable embodiment ofpolitical infamy may continue to stalk without rebuke through allthe open ways and sacred recesses of popular power crystallized atWashingtonI propose to revive the recollection ofand to brieflycomment onthe whilom notorious HuntingtonColton Letters which becamepublic property as part of the records of the Superior Court of SonomaCounty in this StateHuntingtonColton LettersOf an apparent nearly 600 only about 200 are in evidence It is to beregretted that more did not come to light If the public could onlybe privileged to read what he wrote to Leland Stanford and to CharlesCrocker and to Mark Hopkinsas well as to David D Coltontherethere would be much to reflect upon But the public never will see suchletters The nature of them required their immediate destructionAs Huntington explainsI am often asked by my associates in California about my views inmatters that I have written to the others of and allow me to say thatall letters that I number consecutively I have supposed would be readby all and then go into the basket together No 561 N Y April7th 1875That was the safest way It is not wise to allow great numbers ofthinking people to read that they are victims of chicanery corruptionin high places bribery hire and salary and oppression throughconspiracy There might be something more than a spice of danger in muchcarelessnessTone of the LettersThe letters under consideration written during the four years fromOctober 1874 to October 1878 tell a plain enough tale of their ownThey abound with cool and easy allusions to various men and things toconvincing public servants to fixing committees in Congressto persuading the most exalted officials purchasing Nationallegislators as well as Territorial Governors to deceiving localcommunities and the United States generally with well consideredcunning to working noisily with blatant instruments and quietly throughmasked agents to creating public opinion by means of false showingsto electing or defeating candidates for office to smiting enemies andrewarding friendsViewed as a contribution to the literature of fatal political infectionthe letters are unique They embody an epitome of just such work astheir writer is prepared to now continue if the temper of the Americanpeople will permit him to do soThe plane upon which his exertions will possibly be made may be justlyimagined from the intimate knowledge and implied approval of bribery ona collossal scale which he mentions frankly and carelessly thusI returned from Washington last night The subcommittee of the RR Committee of the House have agreed to report Scott T and P Billsthrough to San Diego and I am disposed to think the full committeewill report it to the House It can be hoped but I doubt if it wouldbe worth the cost as I do not think it can pass the House Scott nodoubt will promise all thesay 40000000 that the Act would givehim No 428 N Y Feb 23 1878And thusThe T and P folks are working hard on their bill They offeredone M C one thousand dollars cash down five thousand when the Billpassed and ten thousand of the bonds

Produced by The James J Kelly Library of St GregorysUniversity and Alev AkmanTHE AMERICAN SPIRIT IN LITERATUREA CHRONICLE OF GREAT INTERPRETERSBy Bliss PerryCONTENTS I THE PIONEERS II THE FIRST COLONIAL LITERATURE III THE THIRD AND FOURTH GENERATION IV THE REVOLUTION V THE KNICKERBOCKER GROUP VI THE TRANSCENDENTALISTS VII ROMANCE POETRY AND HISTORY VIII POE AND WHITMAN IX UNION AND LIBERTY X A NEW NATION BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTETHE AMERICAN SPIRIT IN LITERATURECHAPTER I THE PIONEERSThe United States of America has been from the beginning in a perpetualchange The physical and mental restlessness of the American and thetemporary nature of many of his arrangements are largely due to theexperimental character of the exploration and development of thiscontinent The new energies released by the settlement of the colonieswere indeed guided by stern determination wise forethought andinventive skill but no one has ever really known the outcome of theexperiment It is a story of faith of Effort and expectation and desire And something evermore about to beAn Alexander Hamilton may urge with passionate force the adoption of theConstitution without any firm conviction as to its permanence The mostclearsighted American of the Civil War period recognized this elementof uncertainty in our American adventure when he declared We arenow testing whether this nation or any nation so conceived and sodedicated can long endure More than fifty years have passed sincethat war rearmed the binding force of the Constitution and apparentlysealed the perpetuity of the Union Yet the gigantic economic and socialchanges now in progress are serving to show that the United States hasits full share of the anxieties which beset all human institutions inthis daily altering worldWe are but strangers in an inn but passengers in a ship said RogerWilliams This sense of the transiency of human effort the perishablenature of human institutions was quick in the consciousness of thegentleman adventurers and sober Puritan citizens who emigrated fromEngland to the New World It had been a familiar note in the poetry ofthat Elizabethan period which had followed with such breathless interestthe exploration of America It was a conception which could be sharedalike by a saint like John Cotton or a soldier of fortune like JohnSmith Men are tentdwellers Today they settle here and tomorrow theyhave struck camp and are gone We are strangers and sojourners as allour fathers wereThis instinct of the camper has stamped itself upon American life andthought Venturesomeness physical and moral daring resourcefulnessin emergencies indifference to negligible details wastefulnessof materials boundless hope and confidence in the morrow arecharacteristics of the American It is scarcely an exaggeration tosay that the good American has been he who has most resembled a goodcamper He has had robust healthunless or until he has abused itatolerant disposition and an ability to apply his fingers or his brainto many unrelated and unexpected tasks He is disposed to blaze his owntrail He has a touch of prodigality and withal a knack of keepinghis tent or his affairs in better order than they seem Above all hehas been ever ready to break camp when he feels the impulse to wanderHe likes to be footloose If he does not build his roads as solidlyas the Roman roads were built nor his houses like the English housesit is because he feels that he is here today and gone tomorrow If hehas squandered the physical resources of his neighborhood cutting theforests recklessly exhausting the soil surrendering water power andminerals into a few farclutching fingers he has done it because heexpects like Voltaires Signor Pococurante to have a new gardentomorrow built on a nobler plan When New York State grew too crowdedfor Coopers LeatherStocking he shouldered his pack whistled to hisdog glanced at the sun and struck a beeline for the MississippiNothing could be more typical of the first three hundred years ofAmerican historyThe traits of the pioneer have thus been the characteristic traits ofthe American in action The memories of successive generations havetended to stress these qualities to the neglect of others Everyonewho has enjoyed the free life of the woods will confess that his ownjudgment upon his casual summer associates turns quite naturally andalmost exclusively upon their characteristics as woodsmen Out of thewoods these gentlemen may be more or less admirable divines pedantsmen of affairs but the verdict of their companions in the forest isbased chiefly upon the single question of their adaptability to theenvironment of the camp Are they quick of eye and foot skillful withrod and gun cheerful on rainy days ready to do a little more thantheir share of drudgery If so memory holds themSome such unconscious selection as this has been at work in theclassification of our representative men The building of the nation andthe literary expression of its purpose and ideals are tasks which havecalled forth the strength of a great variety of individuals Some ofthese men have proved to be peculiarly fitted for a specific serviceirrespective of the question of their general intellectual powers ortheir rank as judged by the standard of European performance in the samefield Thus the battle of New Orleans in European eyes a mere bit offrontier fighting made Andrew Jackson a hero as indubitably as if hehad defeated Napoleon at Waterloo It gave him the PresidencyThe analogy holds in literature Certain expressions of Americansentiment or conviction have served to summarize or to clarify thespirit of the nation The authors of these productions have frequentlywon the recognition and affection of their contemporaries by means ofprose and verse quite unsuited to sustain the test of severe criticalstandards Neither Longfellows Excelsior nor Poes Bells norWhittiers Maud Muller is among the best poems of the three writersin question yet there was something in each of these productions whichcaught the fancy of a whole American generation It expressed one phaseof the

Produced by Sue AsscherBRAMBLEBEES AND OTHERSby J HENRI FABRETRANSLATED BY ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS FZSTRANSLATORS NOTEIn this volume I have collected all the essays on Wild Bees scatteredthrough the Souvenirs entomologiques with the exception of those onthe Chalicodomae or Masonbees proper which form the contents of aseparate volume entitled The MasonbeesThe first two essays on the Halicti Chapters 12 and 13 have alreadyappeared in an abbreviated form in The Life and Love of the Insecttranslated by myself and published by Messrs A C Black in Americaby the Macmillan Co in 1911 With the greatest courtesy and kindnessMessrs Black have given me their permission to include these twochapters in the present volume they did so without fee or considerationof any kind merely on my representation that it would be a great pityif this uniform edition of Fabres Works should be rendered incompletebecause certain essays formed part of volumes of extracts previouslypublished in this country Their generosity is almost unparalleled in myexperience and I wish to thank them publicly for it in the name ofthe author of the French publishers and of the English and Americanpublishers as well as in my ownOf the remaining chapters one or two have appeared in the EnglishReview or other magazines but most of them now see the light inEnglish for the first timeI have once more as in the case of The Masonbees to thank MissFrances Rodwell for the help which she has given me in the workof translation and research and I am also grateful for much kindassistance received from the staff of the Natural History Museum andfrom Mr Geoffrey MeadeWaldo in particularALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOSChelsea 1915CONTENTSTRANSLATORS NOTECHAPTER 1 BRAMBLEDWELLERSCHAPTER 2 THE OSMIAECHAPTER 3 THE DISTRIBUTION OF THE SEXESCHAPTER 4 THE MOTHER DECIDES THE SEX OF THE EGGCHAPTER 5 PERMUTATIONS OF SEXCHAPTER 6 INSTINCT AND DISCERNMENTCHAPTER 7 ECONOMY OF ENERGYCHAPTER 8 THE LEAFCUTTERSCHAPTER 9 THE COTTONBEESCHAPTER 10 THE RESINBEESCHAPTER 11 THE POISON OF THE BEECHAPTER 12 THE HALICTI A PARASITECHAPTER 13 THE HALICTI THE PORTRESSCHAPTER 14 THE HALICTI PARTHENOGENESISINDEXCHAPTER 1 BRAMBLEDWELLERSThe peasant as he trims his hedge whose riotous tangle threatens toencroach upon the road cuts the trailing stems of the bramble a footor two from the ground and leaves the rootstock which soon dries upThese bramblestumps sheltered and protected by the thorny brushwoodare in great demand among a host of Hymenoptera who have families tosettle The stump when dry offers to any one that knows how to use ita hygienic dwelling where there is no fear of damp from the sap itssoft and abundant pith lends itself to easy work and the top offers aweak spot which makes it possible for the insect to reach the vein ofleast resistance at once without cutting away through the hardligneous wall To many therefore of the Bee and Wasp tribe whetherhoneygatherers or hunters one of these dry stalks is a valuablediscovery when its diameter matches the size of its wouldbeinhabitants and it is also an interesting subject of study to theentomologist who in the winter pruningshears in hand can gather inthe hedgerows a faggot rich in small industrial wonders Visiting thebramblebushes has long been one of my favourite pastimes during theenforced leisure of the wintertime and it is seldom but some newdiscovery some unexpected fact makes up to me for my torn fingersMy list which is still far from being complete already numbers nearlythirty species of brambledwellers in the neighbourhood of my houseother observers more assiduous than I exploring another region and onecovering a wider range have counted as many as fifty I give at foot aninventory of the species which I have notedBrambledwelling insects in the neighbourhood of Serignan Vaucluse 1 MELLIFEROUS HYMENOPTERA Osmia tridentata DUF and PER Osmia detrita PEREZ Anthidium scapulare LATR Heriades rubicola PEREZ Prosopis confusa SCHENCK Ceratina chalcites GERM Ceratina albilabris FAB Ceratina callosa FAB Ceratina coerulea VILLERS 2 HUNTING HYMENOPTERA Solenius vagus FAB provisions Diptera Solenius lapidarius LEP provisions Spiders Cemonus unicolor PANZ provisions Plantlice Psen atratus provisions Black Plantlice Tripoxylon figulus LIN provisions Spiders A Pompilus unknown provisions Spiders Odynerus delphinalis GIRAUD 3 PARASITICAL HYMENOPTERA A Leucopsis unknown parasite of Anthidium scapulare A small Scoliid unknown parasite of Solenius vagus Omalus auratus parasite of various brambledwellers Cryptus bimaculatus GRAV parasite of Osmia detrita Cryptus gyrator DUF parasite of Tripoxylon figulus Ephialtes divinator ROSSI parasite of Cemonus unicolor Ephialtes mediator GRAV parasite of Psen atratus Foenus pyrenaicus GUERIN Euritoma rubicola J GIRAUD parasite of Osmia detrita 4 COLEOPTERA Zonitis mutica FAB parasite of Osmia tridentataMost of these insects have been submitted to a learned expert ProfessorJean Perez of Bordeaux I take this opportunity of renewing my thanksfor his kindness in identifying them for meAuthors NoteThey include members of very diverse corporations Some moreindustrious and equipped with better tools remove the pith from the drystem and thus obtain a vertical cylindrical gallery the length of whichmay be nearly a cubit This sheath is next divided by partitions intomore or less numerous storeys each of which forms the cell of a larvaOthers less wellendowed with strength and implements avail themselvesof the old galleries of other insects galleries that have beenabandoned after serving as a home for their builders family Their onlywork is to make some slight repairs in the ruined tenement to clear thechannel of its lumber such as the remains of

Produced by Sue AsscherMORE HUNTING WASPSBy J Henri FabreTranslated By Alexander Teixeira De Mattos F Z STRANSLATORS NOTEThe fourteen chapters contained in this volume complete the list ofessays in the Souvenirs entomologiques devoted to Wasps The remainderwill be found in the two earlier volumes of this collected editionentitled The Hunting Wasps and the Masonwasps respectivelyChapter 2 has appeared before in my version of The Life and Love ofthe Insect an illustrated volume of extracts translated by myself andpublished by Messrs Adam and Charles Black in America by the MacmillanCo and Chapter 10 in a similar miscellany translated by Mr BernardMiall published by Messrs T Fisher Unwin Ltd in America by theCentury Co under the title of Social Life in the Insect World Thesetwo chapters are included in the present book by arrangement with theoriginal firmsI wish to place on record my thanks to Mr Miall for the valuableassistance which he has given me in preparing this translationALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOSVentnor I W 6 December 1920CONTENTS TRANSLATORS NOTE CHAPTER 1 THE POMPILI CHAPTER 2 THE SCOLIAE CHAPTER 3 A DANGEROUS DIET CHAPTER 4 THE CETONIALARVA CHAPTER 5 THE PROBLEM OF THE SCOLIAE CHAPTER 6 THE TACHYTES CHAPTER 7 CHANGE OF DIET CHAPTER 8 A DIG AT THE EVOLUTIONISTS CHAPTER 9 RATIONING ACCORDING TO SEX CHAPTER 10 THE BEEEATING PHILANTHUS CHAPTER 11 THE METHOD OF THE AMMOPHILAE CHAPTER 12 THE METHOD OF THE SCOLIAE CHAPTER 13 THE METHOD OF THE CALICURGI CHAPTER 14 OBJECTIONS AND REJOINDERS INDEXCHAPTER 1 THE POMPILIThis essay should be read in conjunction with that on the BlackbelliedTarantula Cf The Life of the Spider by J Henri Fabre translatedby Alexander Teixeira de Mattos chapter 1Translators NoteThe Ammophilas caterpillar Cf The Hunting Wasps by J Henri Fabretranslated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos chapters 13 and 18 to 20and Chapter 11 of the present volumeTranslators Note the BembexCf idem chapter 14Translators Note Gadfly the Cerceris Cfidem chapters 1 to 3Translators Note Buprestis A Beetleusually remarkable for her brilliant colouring Cf idem chapter1Translators Note and Weevil the Sphex Cf idem chapter 4 to10Translators Note Locust Cricket and Ephippiger Cf The Lifeof the Grasshopper by J Henri Fabre translated by AlexanderTeixeira de Mattos chapters 13 and 14Translators Note allthese inoffensive peaceable victims are like the silly Sheep of ourslaughterhouses they allow themselves to be operated upon by theparalyser submitting stupidly without offering much resistance Themandibles gape the legs kick and protest the body wriggles and twistsand that is all They have no weapons capable of contending with theassassins dagger I should like to see the huntress grappling withan imposing adversary one as crafty as herself an expert layer ofambushes and like her bearing a poisoned dirk I should like to seethe bandit armed with her stiletto confronted by another bandit equallyfamiliar with the use of that weapon Is such a duel possible Yes itis quite possible and even quite common On the one hand we have thePompili the protagonists who are always victorious on the other handwe have the Spiders the protagonists who are always overthrownWho that has diverted himself however little with the study of insectsdoes not know the Pompili Against old walls at the foot of the banksbeside unfrequented footpaths in the stubble after the harvest in thetangles of dry grass wherever the Spider spreads her nets who has notseen them busily at work now running hither and thither at randomtheir wings raised and quivering above their backs now moving fromplace to place in flights long or short They are hunting for a quarrywhich might easily turn the tables and itself prey upon the trapperlying in wait for itThe Pompili feed their larvae solely on Spiders and the Spiders feed onany insect commensurate with their size that is caught in their netsWhile the first possess a sting the second have two poisoned fangsOften their strength is equally matched indeed the advantage isnot seldom on the Spiders side The Wasp has her ruses of war hercunningly premeditated strokes the Spider has her wiles and her settraps the first has the advantage of great rapidity of movement whilethe second is able to rely upon her perfidious web the one has a stingwhich contrives to penetrate the exact point to cause paralysis theother has fangs which bite the back of the neck and deal sudden deathWe find the paralyser on the one hand and the slaughterer on the otherWhich of the two will become the others preyIf we consider only the relative strength of the adversaries the powerof their weapons the virulence of their poisons and their differentmodes of action the scale would very often be weighted in favour of theSpider Since the Pompilus always emerges victorious from this contestwhich appears to be full of peril for her she must have a specialmethod of which I would fain learn the secretIn our part of the country the most powerful and courageousSpiderhuntress is the Ringed Pompilus Calicurgus annulatus FABclad in black and yellow She stands high on her legs and her wingshave black tips the rest being yellow as though exposed to smoke likea bloater Her size is about that of the Hornet Vespa crabro She israre I see three or four of her in the course of the year and I neverfail to halt in the presence of the proud insect rapidly stridingthrough the dust of the fields when the dogdays arrive Its audaciousair its uncouth gait its warlike bearing long made me suspect thatto obtain its prey it had to make some impossible terrible unspeakablecapture And my guess was correct By dint of waiting and watchingI beheld that victim I saw it in the huntress mandibles It is theBlackbellied

THE SCARLET CARBYRICHARD HARDING DAVISTONED STONECONTENTS THE JAILBREAKERS THE TRESPASSERS THE KIDNAPPERSTHE SCARLET CARITHE JAILBREAKERSFor a long time it had been arranged they all should go to the Harvardand Yale game in Winthrops car It was perfectly well understoodEven Peabody who pictured himself and Miss Forbes in the back of thecar with her brother and Winthrop in front condescended to approveIt was necessary to invite Peabody because it was his great goodfortune to be engaged to Miss Forbes Her brother Sam had beeninvited not only because he could act as chaperon for his sister butbecause since they were at St Pauls Winthrop and he either asparticipants or spectators had never missed going together to theYaleHarvard game And Beatrice Forbes herself had been invitedbecause she was herselfWhen at nine oclock on the morning of the game Winthrop stopped thecar in front of her door he was in love with all the world In theNovember air there was a sting like frostbitten cider in the skythere was a brilliant beautiful sun in the wind was the tinglingtouch of three icechilled rivers And in the big house facing CentralPark outside of which his prancing steed of brass and scarlet chuggedand protested and trembled with impatience was the most wonderful girlin all the world It was true she was engaged to be married and notto him But she was not yet married And today it would be hisprivilege to carry her through the State of New York and the State ofConnecticut and he would snatch glimpses of her profile rising fromthe rough fur collar of her windblown hair of the long lovelylashes under the gray veilShall be together breathe and ride so one day more am I deifiedwhispered the young man in the Scarlet Car who knows but the worldmay end tonightAs he waited at the curb other great touringcars of every speed andshape in the mad race for the Boston Post Road and the town of NewHaven swept up Fifth Avenue Some rolled and puffed like tugboats ina heavy seaway others glided by noiseless and proud as private yachtsBut each flew the colors of blue or crimsonWinthrops car because her brother had gone to one college and he hadplayed right end for the other was draped impartially And so everyother car mocked or cheered it and in one a bareheaded youth stoodup and shouted to his fellows Look theres Billy Winthrop Threetimes three for old Billy Winthrop And they lashed the air withflags and sent his name echoing over Central ParkWinthrop grinned in embarrassment and waved his hand A bicycle copand Fred the chauffeur were equally impressedWas they the Harvoids sir asked FredThey was said WinthropHer brother Sam came down the steps carrying sweaters and steamerrugsBut he wore no holiday countenanceWhat do you think he demanded indignantly Ernest Peabodys insidemaking trouble His sister has a Pullman on one of the special trainsand he wants Beatrice to go with herIn spite of his furs the young man in the car turned quite cold Notwith us he gaspedMiss Forbes appeared at the house door followed by Ernest Peabody Hewore an expression of disturbed dignity she one of distressedamusement That she also wore her automobile coat caused the heart ofWinthrop to leap hopefullyWinthrop said Peabody I am in rather an embarrassing position Mysister Mrs Taylor Holbrookehe spoke the name as though he wereannouncing it at the door of a drawingroomdesires Miss Forbes to gowith her She feels accidents are apt to occur with motor carsandthere are no other ladies in your partyand the crowdsWinthrop carefully avoided looking at Miss Forbes I should be verysorry he murmuredErnest said Miss Forbes I explained it was impossible for me to gowith your sister We would be extremely rude to Mr Winthrop How doyou wish us to sit she askedShe mounted to the rear seat and made room opposite her for PeabodyDo I understand Beatrice began Peabody in a tone that instantlymade every one extremely uncomfortable that I am to tell my sisteryou are not comingErnest begged Miss ForbesWinthrop bent hastily over the oil valves He read the speedometerwhich was as usual out of order with fascinated interestErnest pleaded Miss ForbesMr Winthrop and Sam planned this trip for us a long time agoto giveus a little pleasureThen said Peabody in a hollow voice you have decidedErnest cried Miss Forbes dont look at me as though you meant tohurl the curse of Rome I have Jump in PleaseI will bid you goodby said Peabody I have only just time to catchour trainMiss Forbes rose and moved to the door of the carI had better not go with any one she said in a low voiceYou will go with me commanded her brother Come on ErnestThank you no replied Peabody I have promised my sisterAll right then exclaimed Sam briskly see you at the gameSection H Dont forget Let her out BillyWith a troubled countenance Winthrop bent forward and clasped theclutchBetter come Peabody he saidI thank you no repeated Peabody I must go with my sisterAs the car glided forward Brother Sam sighed heavilyMy but hes got a mean disposition he said He has quite spoiledMY dayHe chuckled wickedly but Winthrop pretended not to hear and hissister maintained an expression of utter dejectionBut to maintain an expression of utter dejection is very difficult whenthe sun is shining when you are flying at the rate of forty miles anhour and when in the cars you pass foolish youths wave Yale flags atyou and take advantage of the day to cry Three cheers for the girlin the blue hatAnd to entirely remove the last trace of the gloom that Peabody hadforced upon them it was necessary only for a tire to burst Of coursefor this effort the tire chose the coldest and most

Produced by Mike LoughGOOD STORIES FOR GREAT HOLIDAYSARRANGED FOR STORYTELLING AND READING ALOUDAND FOR THE CHILDRENS OWN READINGBy Frances Jenkins OlcottIndex according to reading level is appendedTO THE STORYTELLERThis volume though intended also for the childrens own reading and forreading aloud is especially planned for storytelling The latter is adelightful way of arousing a gladsome holiday spirit and of showing theinner meanings of different holidays As stories used for this purposeare scattered through many volumes and as they are not always in theconcrete form required for storytelling I have endeavored to bringtogether myths legends tales and historical stories suitable toholiday occasionsThere are here collected one hundred and twenty stories for seventeenholidaysstories grave gay humorous or fanciful also some thatare spiritual in feeling and others that give the delicious thrillof horror so craved by boys and girls at Halloween time The rangeof selection is wide and touches all sides of wholesome boy and girlnature and the tales have the power to arouse an appropriate holidayspiritAs far as possible the stories are presented in their original formWhen however they are too long for inclusion or too loose instructure for storytelling purposes they are adaptedAdapted stories are of two sorts Condensed in which case a piece ofliterature is shortened scarcely any changes being made in the originallanguage Rewritten here the plot imagery language and style of theoriginal are retained as far as possible while the whole is mouldedinto form suitable for storytelling Some few stories are built up on aslight framework of original matterThus it may be seen that the tales in this volume have not been reducedto the necessarily limited vocabulary and uniform style of one editorbut that they are varied in treatment and language and are the productsof many mindsA glance at the table of contents will show that not only haveselections been made from modern authors and from the folklore ofdifferent races but that some quaint old literary sources have beendrawn on Among the men and books contributing to these pages are theGesta Romanorum Il Libro dOro Xenophon Ovid Lucian the VenerableBede William of Malmesbury John of Hildesheim William Caxton and themore modern Washington Irving Hugh Miller Charles Dickens and HenryCabot Lodge also those immortals Hans Andersen the Brothers GrimmHorace E Scudder and othersThe stories are arranged to meet the needs of storytelling in thegraded schools Readinglists showing where to find additional materialfor storytelling and collateral reading are added Grades in which therecommended stories are useful are indicatedThe number of selections in the volume as well as the referencesto other books is limited by the amount and character of availablematerial For instance there is little to be found for SaintValentines Day while there is an overwhelming abundance of finestories for the Christmas season Stories like Dickenss ChristmasCarol Ouidas Dog of Flanders and Hawthornes tales which are toolong for inclusion and would lose their literary beauty if condensedare referred to in the lists Volumes containing these stories may beprocured at the public libraryA subject index is appended This indicates the ethical historical andother subjectmatter of interest to the teacher thus making the volumeserviceable for other occasions besides holidaysIn learning her tale the storyteller is advised not to commit it tomemory Such a method is apt to produce a wooden or glib manner ofpresentation It is better for her to read the story over and over againuntil its plot imagery style and vocabulary become her own and thento retell it as Miss Bryant says simply vitally joyouslyCONTENTSNEW YEARS DAY January 1THE FAIRYS NEW YEAR GIFT Emilie Poulsson In the Childs WorldTHE LITTLE MATCH GIRL Hans Christian Andersen Stories and TalesTHE TWELVE MONTHS Alexander Chodsvko Slav Fairy TalesTHE MAILCOACH PASSENGERS Hans Christian Andersen Fairy TalesLINCOLNS BIRTHDAY February 10HE RESCUES THE BIRDS Noah Brooks Abraham LincolnLINCOLN AND THE LITTLE GIRL Charles W Moores Life of Abraham Lincolnfor Boys and GirlsTRAINING FOR THE PRESIDENCY Orison Swett Matden Winning OutWHY LINCOLN WAS CALLED HONEST ABE Noah Brooks Abraham LincolnA STRANGER AT FIVEPOINTS AdaptedA SOLOMON COME TO JUDGMENT Charles W Moores Life of Abraham Lincolnfor Boys and GirlsGEORGE PICKETTS FRIEND Charles W Moores Life of Abraham Lincoln forBoys and GirlsLINCOLN THE LAWYER Z A Mudge The Forest BoyTHE COURAGE OF HIS CONVICTIONS AdaptedMR LINCOLN AND THE BIBLE Z A Mudge The Forest BoyHIS SPRINGFIELD FAREWELL ADDRESS LincolnSAINT VALENTINES DAY February 14SAINT VALENTINESAINT VALENTINE Millicent OlmstedA GIRLS VALENTINE CHARM The Connoisseur 1775MR PEPYS HIS VALENTINE Samuel Pepys DiaryCUPID AND PSYCHE Josephine Preston Peabody Old Greek Folk StoriesWASHINGTONS BIRTHDAY February 22THREE OLD TALES M L Weems Life of George Washington with CuriousAnecdotesYOUNG GEORGE AND THE COLT Horace E Scudder George WashingtonWASHINGTON THE ATHLETE Albert F Blaisdell and Francis R Ball HeroStories from American HistoryWASHINGTONS MODESTY Henry Cabot Lodge George WashingtonWASHINGTON AT YORKTOWN Henry Cabot lodge George WashingtonRESURRECTION DAY Easter Sunday March or AprilA LESSON OF FAITH Mrs Alfred Gatty Parables from NatureA CHILDS DREAM OF A STAR Charles DickensTHE LOVELIEST ROSE IN THE WORLD Hans Christian Andersen Stories andTalesMAY DAY May 1 THE SNOWDROP Hans Christian Andersen Adapted by Baileyand LewisTHE THREE LITTLE BUTTERFLY BROTHERS From the GermanTHE WATER DROP Friedrich Wilhelm Carove Story without an Endtranslated by Sarah AustinTHE SPRING BEAUTY Henry R Schoolcraft The Myth of HiawathaTHE FAIRY TULIPS English FolkTaleTHE STREAM THAT RAN AWAY Mary Austin The Basket WomanTHE ELVES Harriet Mazwell Converse Myths and legends of the New YorkState IroquoisTHE CANYON FLOWERS Ralph Connor The Sky PilotCLYTIE THE HELIOTROPE Ovid MetamorphosesHYACINTHUS Ovid MetamorphosesECHO AND NARCISSUS Ovid MetamorphosesMOTHERS DAY Second Sunday in MayTHE LARK AND ITS YOUNG ONES P V Ramuswami Raju Indian FablesCORNELIA S JEWELS James Baldwin Fifty Famous Stories RetoldQUEEN MARGARET AND THE ROBBERS Albert F Blaisdell Stories fromEnylish HistoryTHE REVENGE OF CORIOLANUS Charles Morris Historical TalesTHE WIDOW AND HER THREE SONSMEMORIAL DAY May 301 AND FLAG DAY June 14 Confederate Memorial Dayis celebrated in some States on April 26 and in others on May 10BETSY ROSS AND THE FLAG Harry Pringle FordTHE STAR SPANGLED BANNER Eva March Tappan Hero Stories from AmericanHistoryTHE LITTLE DRUMMERBOY Aloert Bushnell Hart The Romance

Produced by James RuskCHRISTIE JOHNSTONEA NOVELBy Charles ReadeTranscribers Note Italics are indicated by the underscore characterAcute accents are indicated by a single quote after the vowelwhile grave accents have a single quote before the vowel All otheraccents are ignoredI dedicate all that is good in this work to my motherC RNOTETHIS story was written three years ago and one or two topics in it arenot treated exactly as they would be if written by the same hand todayBut if the author had retouched those pages with his colors of 1853 hewould he thinks have destroyed the only merit they have viz thatof containing genuine contemporaneous verdicts upon a cant that wasflourishing like a peony and a truth that was struggling for bare lifein the year of truth 1850He prefers to deal fairly with the public and with this explanationand apology to lay at its feet a faulty but genuine piece of workCHAPTER IVISCOUNT IPSDEN aged twentyfive income eighteen thousand pounds peryear constitution equine was unhappy This might surprise some peoplebut there are certain blessings the nonpossession of which makes morepeople discontented than their possession renders happyForemost among these are Wealth and Rank Were I to add Beauty tothe list such men and women as go by fact not by conjecture wouldhardly contradict meThe fortunate man is he who born poor or nobody works gradually upto wealth and consideration and having got them dies before he findsthey were not worth so much troubleLord Ipsden started with nothing to win and naturally lived foramusement Now nothing is so sure to cease to please as pleasuretoamuse as amusement Unfortunately for himself he could not at thisperiod of his life warm to politics so having exhausted his Londonclique he rolled through the cities of Europe in his carriage andcruised its shores in his yacht But he was not happyHe was a man of taste and sipped the arts and other knowledge as hesauntered Europe roundBut he was not happyWhat shall I do said _lennuye_Distinguish yourself said oneHowNo immediate answerTake a _prima donna_ over said anotherWell the man took a _prima donna_ over which scolded its maid from theAlps to Dover in the _lingua Toscana_ without the _bocca Romana_ andsang in London without applause because what goes down at La Scala doesnot generally go down at Il Teatro della Regina HaymarketSo then my lord strolled into Russia there he drove a pair of horsesone of whom put his head down and did the work the other pranced andcapricoled alongside all unconscious of the trace He seemed happierthan his working brother but the biped whose career corresponded withthis playful animals was not happyAt length an event occurred that promised to play an adagio upon LordIpsden s mind He fell in love with Lady Barbara Sinclair and he hadno sooner done this than he felt as we are all apt to do on similaroccasions how wise a thing he had doneBesides a lovely person Lady Barbara Sinclair had a character thathe saw would make him and in fact Lady Barbara Sinclair was to aninexperienced eye the exact opposite of Lord IpsdenHer mental impulse was as plethoric as his was languidShe was as enthusiastic as he was coolShe took a warm interest in everything She believed that government isa science and one that goes with _copia verborum_She believed that in England government is administered not by a setof men whose salaries range from eighty to five hundred pounds a yearand whose names are never heard but by the First Lord of the Treasuryand other great menHence she inferred that it matters very much to all of us in whose handis the rudder of that state vessel which goes down the wind of publicopinion without veering a point let who will be at the helmShe also cared very much who was the new bishop Religionif notreligion theologywould be affected therebyShe was enthusiastic about poets imagined their verse to be some sortof clew to their characters and so onShe had other theories which will be indicated by and by at presentit is enough to say that her mind was young healthy somewhat originalfull of fire and faith and empty of experienceLord Ipsden loved her it was easy to love herFirst there was not in the whole range of her mind and body one grainof affectation of any sortShe was always in point of fact under the influence of some male mindor other generally some writer What young woman is not more or lessa mirror But she never imitated or affected she was always herself bywhomsoever coloredThen she was beautiful and eloquent much too highbred to put arestraint upon her natural manner she was often more _naive_ and evenbrusk than your wouldbe aristocrats dare to be but what a charmingabruptness hers wasI do not excel in descriptions and yet I want to give you some carnalidea of a certain peculiarity and charm this lady possessed permit meto call a sister art to my aidThere has lately stepped upon the French stage a charming personagewhose manner is quite free from the affectation that soils nearly allFrench actressesMademoiselle Madeleine Brohan When you see thisyoung lady play Mademoiselle La Segliere you see highbred sensibilitypersonified and you see something like Lady Barbara SinclairShe was a connection of Lord Ipsdens but they had not met for twoyears when they encountered each other in Paris just before thecommencement of this Dramatic Story Novel by courtesyThe month he spent in Paris near her was a bright month to LordIpsden A bystander would not have gathered from his manner that hewas warmly in love with this lady but for all that his lordship wasgradually uncoiling himself and gracefully quietly basking in the raysof Barbara SinclairHe was also just beginning to take an interest in subjects of thedayministries flat paintings controversial novels Cromwellsspotless integrity etcwhy not They interested herSuddenly the lady and her family returned to England Lord Ipsden whowas going to Rome came to England insteadShe had not been five days in London before she made her preparationsto

Produced by Dagny John BickersTHE FIREFLY OF FRANCEby Marion Polk AngellottiTOTHE MEMORY OFTHE HEROIC GUYNEMERTHE ACE OF THE ACES PREPARERS NOTE This text was prepared from a 1918 edition published by The Century Co New YorkTHE FIREFLY OF FRANCECHAPTER IALARUMS AND EXCURSIONSThe restaurant of the Hotel St Ives seems as I look back on it an oddspot to have served as stage wings for a melodrama pure and simple Yeta melodrama did begin there No other word fits the case The innsof the Middle Ages which I believe reeked with trapdoors andcutthroats pistols and poisoned daggers offered nothing weirder thanmy experience with its first scene set beneath this roof The foodthere is superperfect every luxury surrounds you millionaires andtraveling princes are your fellowguests Still sooner than passanother night there I would sleep airily in Central Park and if I hada friend seeking New York quarters I would guide him toward some otherplaceIt was pure chance that sent me to the St Ives for the night before mysteamer sailed Closing the doors of my apartment the previous week andbidding goodbye to the servants who maintained me there in bachelorstate and comfort I had accompanied my friend Dick Forrest on afarewell yacht cruise from which I returned to find the first two hotelsof my seeking packed from cellar to roof But the third had a free roomand I took it without the ghost of a presentiment What would or wouldnot have happened if I had not taken it is a thing I like to speculateonTo begin with I should in due course have joined an ambulance sectionsomewhere in France I should not have gone hobbling on crutches for apainful three months or more I should not have in my possessionfour shell fragments carefully extracted by a French surgeon from myfortunately hard head Nor should I have lived through the dreadfulmoment when that British officer at Gibraltar held up those papersneatly folded and sealed and bound with bright inappropriately cheerfulred tape and with an icy eye demanded an explanation beyond human powerto affordAll this would have been spared me But on the other hand I could notnow look back to that dinner on the TurinParis _rapide_ I should neverhave seen that little ruined French village with guns booming in thedistance and the nearer sound of water running through tall reeds andover green stones and between great mossy trees Indeed my life wouldnow be comparatively speaking a cheerless desert because I shouldnever have met the most beautifulWell all clouds have silver liningssome have golden ones with rainbow edges No I am not sorry I stoppedat the St Ives not in the leastAt any rate there I was at eight oclock of a Wednesday evening in arestaurant full of the usual lights and buzz and glitter among womenin softhued gowns and men in their hideous substitute for thesame Across the table sat my onetime guardian dear old PeterDunstanDunny to me since the night when I first came to him a verytearful lonesome small boy whose loneliness went away forever with hiswelcoming hugjust arrived from home in Washington to eat a farewelldinner with me and to impress upon me for the hundredth time that I hadbetter not goIts a wildgoose chase he snapped attacking his entree savagelyHeaven knows it was to prove so even wilder than his dreams couldpaint but if there were geese in it myself included there was also tobe a swanYou dont really mean that Dunny I said firmly continuing mydinner It was a good dinner we had consulted over each item fromcocktails to liqueurs and we are both distinctly fussy about foodI do mean it insisted my guardian Dunny has the biggest heart in theworld with a cayenne layer over it and this layer is always thickestwhen I am bound for distant parts I mean every word of it I tellyou Dev Dev like Dunny is a misnomer my name is DevereuxDevereuxBayne Dont you risk your bones enough with the confounded games youplay Whats the use of hunting shells and shrapnel like a hero in amovie reel Were not in this war yet though we soon will be praisethe Lord And till we are I believe in neutralityupon my soul I doHeres news then I exclaimed I never heard of it before Wellyour new life begins too late Dunny You brought me up the other wayThe modern system you know makes the parent or guardian responsiblefor the child So thank yourself for my unneutral nature and for the warmedals Im going to winMuttering something about impertinence he veered to another tackIf you must do it he croaked why sail for Naples instead of forBordeaux The Mediterranean is full of those pirate fellows Youread the papersthe headlines anyway you know it as well as I Itssuicide no less Those Huns sank the _San Pietro_ last week I sayyoung man are you listening Do you hear what Im telling youIt was true that my gaze had wandered near the close of his harangueI like to look at my guardian the fine old chap with his height andstraightness his bright blue eyes and proud silver head is a sight forsore eyes as they say But just then I had glimpsed something that waseven better worth seeing I am not impressionable but I must confessthat I was impressed by this girlShe sat far down the room from me Only her back was visible and asomewhat blurred sideview reflected in the mirror on the wall Even somuch was however more than welcome including as it did a smooth whiteneck a small shelllike ear and a mass of warm crinkly redbrownhair She wore a rosecolored gown I noticed cut low with a string ofpearls and her sole escort was a staid elderly precise being ratherof the trusted familylawyer typeI havent missed a word Dunny I assured my visavis I was justwondering if Huns and pirates had quite a neutral sound You know I haveto go via

Produced by Charles Franks and the Online DistributedProofreading Team HTML version by Al HainesHappy HawkinsbyRobert Alexander WasonTOMY OLD PALCONTENTS I THE DIAMOND DOT II CONVINCING A COOK III UNDER FIRE IV PROFESSIONAL DUTY V JUST MONODYA MAN VI THE RACE VII MENTAL TREATMENT FOR A BROKEN LEG VIII THE LETTER IX ADRIFT AGAIN X A WINTER AT SLOCUMS LUCK XI DRESS REFORM AT THE DIAMOND DOT XII THE LASSOO DUEL XIII BUSINESS IS BUSINESS XIV THE CHINESE QUESTION XV THE DIAMOND DOT AGAIN XVI THE HIGHER EDUCATION OF WOMAN XVII IN RETIREMENT XVIII CUPID XIX BARBIE MAKES A DISCOVERY XX RICHARD WHITTINGTON ARRIVES XXI HAPPY MAKES A DISCOVERY XXII A FRIENDLY GAME XXIII CAST STEEL XXIV FEMININE LOGIC XXV THE WAYS OF WOMANKIND XXVI A MODERN KNIGHTERRANT XXVII THE CREOLE BELLE XXVIII THE DAY OF THE WEDDING XXIX THE FINAL RECKONING XXX THE AFTERGLOWCHAPTER ONETHE DIAMOND DOTI wasnt really a Westerner an thats why Im so different from mostof em Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an when he dies hedont turn to dust he turns to alkali but when it comes my turn tosettle Ill jest natchely become the good rich soil o the IndianacornbeltI was born in Indiana and I never left it till after I was ten yearsold Thats about the time boys generally start out to hunt Injuns butI kept on goin till I found minebut I didnt kill himnor him meneither as far as that goesI allus did have the misfortune o gettin hungry at the mostinconvenient times an after I d been gone about two weeks I gotquite powerful hungry so I natchely got a job waitin on a lunchcounter back in Omaha The third day I was there I was all alone in thefront room when in walked an Injun He was about eight feet high Ireckon and the fiercest Injun I ever see I took one look at him athen I dropped behind the counter and wiggled back to the kitchen wherethe boss was I gasped out that the Injuns was upon us an then I flewfor my firearmsWhen the boss discovered that the Injun and fourteen doughnuts almostnew had vanished he was some put out and after we had discussed thematter I acted on his advice and came farther West That businessexperience lasted me a good long while I dont like business an Idont blame any one who has to follow it for a livin for wantin tohave a vacation so he can get out where the air is fit to breatheJust imagine bein hived up day after day with nothin to see but wallsan nothin to do but customers You first got to be friendly with yourvisitors to make em feel at home an then you got to get as much oftheir money as you can in order to keep on bein friendly with em inorder to keep on gettin as much of their money as you canNow out in the open a feller dont have to be a hypocrite once Iworked a whole year for a man who hated me so he wouldnt speak to mebut I didnt care I liked the work and I did it an he raised my wagestwice an gave me a pony when I quitHe was the sourest tempered man I ever see but it was good trainin tolive with him a spell Lots of men has streaks of bein unbearable butthis man was the only one I ever met up with who was solid that wayand didnt have one single streak of bein likeable He was the onlyman I ever see who wouldnt talk to me I was a noticing sort of a kidan I saw mighty early that what wins the hearts o ninetynine men outof a hundred is listenin to em talk Thats why I dont talk muchmyself But you couldnt listen to old Spike Williams cause thewasnt no opportunityhe didnt even cussWe was snowed up for two weeks one time an I took a vow at Id makehim talk I tried every subject Id ever heard of but he didnt evengrunt Just when things was clearin off I sez to him usin mybiggest trump Spike sez I do you know what they say about youNo sez he but you know what I say about them an he went on withhis packinI thought for a while at the year Id spent with Spike Williams was atotal loss but jest the contrary It had kept me studyin an scheminan analysin until after that year had been stored away to season Idiscovered it was the best year Id ever put in an while I hadnt gotoverly well acquainted with Spike I had become mighty friendly withmyself and was surprised to find out how much the was to meDid you ever think of that You start out an a feller comes along anthrows an opinion around your off fore foot an you go down in a heapan that opinion holds you fast for some time When you start on againanother feller ropes you with a new opinion an the first thing youknow you are all cluttered up

Produced by Charles Franks Robert Rowe and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team HTML version by Al HainesA SECOND BOOK OF OPERASbyHenry Edward KrehbielCONTENTS AND INDEXCHAPTER IBIBLICAL OPERASEngland and the Lord Chamberlains censorship et Gounods Reine deSaba The transmigrations of Un Ballo in Maschera How composersrevamp their music et seqHandel and Keiser Mozart and BertatiBeethovens readaptations of his own works Rossini and his Barber ofSeville Verdis Nebuchadnezzar Rossinis Moses Samson etDalila Goldmarks Konigin von Saba The Biblical operas ofRubinstein Mehuls Joseph Mendelssohns Elijah in dramatic formOratorios and Lenten operas in Italy Carissimi and Peri Scarlattisoratorios Scenery and costumes in oratorios The passage of the RedSea and Dal tuo stellato Nerves wrecked by beautiful music Peterthe Hermit and refractory mimic troops Mi manca la voce andoperatic amenities Operatic prayers and ballets Goethes criticism ofRossinis MoseCHAPTER IIBIBLE STORIES IN OPERA AND ORATORIODr Chrysanders theory of the undramatic nature of the Hebrew hisliterature and his life Hebrew history and Greek mythology Someparallels Old Testament subjects Adam and Eve Cain and Abel TheKain of Bulthaupt and dAlbert Tote Augen Noah and the DelugeAbraham The Exodus Mehals Joseph Potiphars wife and RichardStrauss Raimondis contrapuntal trilogy Nebuchadnezzar JudasMaccabaeus Jephtha and his Daughter Judith Esther AthaliaCHAPTER IIIRUBINSTEIN AND HIS GEISTLICHE OPERAnton Rubinstein and his ideals An ambition to emulate Wagner TheTower of Babel The composers theories and strivings et seqDeanStanley Die Makkabaer Sulamith Christus Das verloreneParadies Moses Action and stage directions New Testament storiesin opera The Prodigal Son Legendary material and the story of theNativity Christ dramas Hebbel and Wagner ParsifalCHAPTER IVSAMSON ET DALILAThe predecessors of M SaintSaens Voltaire and Rameau Duprez andJoachim Raff History of SaintSaenss opera et seqHenri RegnaultFirst performances As oratorio and opera in New York An inquiry intothe story of Samson Samson and Herakles The Hebrew hero in legend Atrue type for tragedy Mythological interpretations SaintSaenssopera described et seqA choral prologue Local color The characterof Dalila et seqMilton on her wifehood and patriotism Printempsqui commence Mon coeur souvre a ta voix Oriental ballet musicThe catastropheCHAPTER VDIE KONIGIN VON SABAMeritoriousness of the book of Goldmarks opera Its slight connectionwith Biblical story Contents of the drama et seqParallelism withWagners Tannhauser First performance in New York Oriental luxuryin scenic outfit Goldmarks musicCHAPTER VIHERODIADEModern opera and ancient courtesans Transformed morals in Massenetsopera A seachange in England Who and what was Salome Plot of theopera Scenic and musical adornments Performances in New YorkfootnoteCHAPTER VIILAKMEStory of the opera et seqThe Bell Song Some unnecessary Englishladies First performance in New York American history of the operaMadame Patti Miss Van Zandt Madame Sembrich Madame TetrazziniCriticism of the drama The musicCHAPTER VIIIPAGLIACCIThe twin operas Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci Widespreadinfluence of Mascagnis opera It inspires an ambition in LeoncavalloHistory of his opera A tragic ending taken from real life etseqControversy between Leoncavallo and Catulle Mendes et seqLaFemme de Tabarin Tabarin operas The Drama Nuevo of Estebanez andMr Howellss Yoricks Love What is a Pagliaccio First performancesof the opera in Milan and New York The prologue et seqThe operadescribed et seqBagpipes and vesper bells Harlequins serenadeThe Minuet The Gavotte Plaudite amici la commedia finita estPhilip Hale on who should speak the final wordsCHAPTER IXCAVALLERIA RUSTICANAHow Mascagnis opera impressed the author when it was new Attictragedy and Attic decorum The loathsome operatic brood which itspawned Not matched by the composer or his imitators since Mascagnisaccount of how it came to be written et seqVergas story etseqStory and libretto compared The Siciliano The Easter hymnAnalysis of the opera et seqThe prelude Lolas stornello Theintermezzo They have killed Neighbor TuridduCHAPTER XTHE CAREER OF MASCAGNIInfluence of Cavalleria Rusticana on operatic compositionSantuzza a German sequel Cileas Tilda Giordanos Mala VitaTascas A Santa Lucia Mascagnis history et seqComposesSchillers Hymn to Joy Il Filanda Ratcliff LAmico Fritz IRantzau Silvano Zanetto Le Maschere Vistillia ArnicaMascagnis American visitCHAPTER XIIRISThe song of the sun Allegory and drama Story of the opera etseqThe music et seqTurbid orchestration Local color Borrowingsfrom MeyerbeerCHAPTER XIIMADAMA BUTTERFLYThe operas ancestry Lotis Madame Chrysantheme John Luther Longsstory David Belascos play How the failure of Naughty Anthonysuggested Madame Butterfly William Furst and his music Success ofMr Belascos play in New York The success repeated in London Broughtto the attention of Signor Puccini Ricordi and Co and theirlibrettists Madama Butterfly fails in Milan The first casts inMilan Brescia and New York footnote Incidents of the fiascoRossini and Puccini The opera revised Interruption of the vigilStory of the opera et seqThe hiring of wives in Japan Experiencesof Pierre Loti Geishas and mousmes A changed denouement Messagersopera Madame Chrysantheme The end of Lotis romance Japanesemelodies in the score Puccinis method and Wagners TheStarSpangled Banner A tune from The Mikado Some of the themes ofPuccini and William FurstCHAPTER XIIIDER ROSENKAVALIERThe operas predecessors Guntram Feuersnot Salome Oscar Wildemakes a mistaken appeal to France His necrophilism welcomed by RichardStrauss and Berlin Conrieds efforts to produce Salome at theMetropolitan Opera Blouse suppressed Hammerstein produces the workElektra Hugo von Hoffmannsthal and Beaumarchais Strauss and MozartMozarts themes and Strausss waltzes Dancing in Vienna at the time ofMaria Theresa First performance of the opera at New York DerRosenkavalier and Le Nozze di Figaro Criticism of the play and itsmusic et seqUse of a melodic phrase from Die Zauberflote Thelanguage of the libretto The music Cast of the first Americanperformance footnoteCHAPTER XIVKONIGSKINDERStory of the play et seqFirst production of Hummerdincks opera andcast Earlier performance of the work as a melodrama Author andcomposer Opera and melodrama in Germany Wagnerian symbolism andmusic Die Meistersinger recalled Hero and Leander HumperdincksmusicCHAPTER XVBORIS GODOUNOFFFirst performance of Moussorgskys opera in New York Participation ofthe chorus in the tragedy Imported French enthusiasm Vocal melodytextual accents and rhythms Slavicism expressed in an Italiantranslation Moussorgsky and Debussy Political reasons for Frenchenthusiasm RimskyKorsakoffs revision of the score Russian operas inAmerica Nero Pique Dame Eugene Onegin Verstoffekys AskoldsTomb The nationalism of Boris Godounoff The Kolydda song Slavaand Beethoven Lack of the feminine element in the drama The operaslack of coherency Cast of the first American performanceCHAPTER XVIMADAME SANSGENE AND OTHER OPERAS BY GIORDANOFirst performance of Madame SansGene A singing Napoleon Royaltiesin opera Henry the Fowler King

Produced by Dagny John BickersTHE LAMP OF FATEBy Margaret Pedler Then to the rolling Heavn itself I cried Asking What Lamp of Destiny to guide Her little Children stumbling in the Dark AndA blind Understanding Heaven replied The Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamTo AUDREY HEATHDEAR AUDREY I always feel that you have played the part of FairyGodmother in a very special and delightful way to all my stories andin particular to this one the plot of which I outlined to you oneafternoon in an old summerhouse So will you let me dedicate it to youYours alwaysMARGARET PEDLERTHE LAMP OF FATEPART ONECHAPTER ITHE NINTH GENERATIONThe house was very silent An odour of disinfectants pervaded theatmosphere Upstairs hushed swift steps moved to and froHugh Vallincourt stood at the window of his study staring out withunseeing eyes at the smooth shaven lawns and wellkept paths with theirbackground of leafless trees It seemed to him that he had been standingthus for hours waitingwaiting for someone to come and tell him that ason and heir was born to himHe never doubted that it would be a son By some freak of chancethe firstborn of the Vallincourts of Coverdale had been for eightsuccessive generations a boy Indeed by this time the thing hadbecome so much a habit that no doubts or apprehensions concerning thesex of the eldest child were ever entertained It was accepted as aforegone conclusion and in the eyes of the family there was a certaingratifying propriety about such regularity It was like a hallmark ofheavenly approvalHugh Vallincourt therefore was conscious at this critical moment ofno questionings on that particular score He was merely a prey to thenormal tremors and agitations of a husband and prospective fatherFor an ageless period it seemed to him his thoughts had clung aboutthat upstairs room where his wife lay battling for her own life andanothers Suddenly they swung back to the time a year ago when hehad first met heran elusive feminine thing still reckoning her age inteensbeneath the glorious blue and gold canopy of the skies of ItalyTheir meeting and brief courtship had been pure romanceromance suchas is bred in that land of mellow warmth and colour where the flower ofpassion sometimes buds and blooms within the span of a single dayIn like manner had sprung to life the love between Hugh Vallincourtand Diane Wielitzska and rarely has the web of love enmeshed two moredissimilar and illmatched peopleHugh a man of sevenandthirty thestrict and somewhat selfconscious head of a conspicuously devout oldEnglish family and Diane a beautiful dancer of mixed origin theillegitimate offspring of a Russian grandduke and of a French artistsmodel of the Latin QuarterThe three dread Sisters who determine the fate of men must have laughedamongst themselves at such an obvious mismating knowing well howinevitably it would tangle the threads of many other lives than the twoimmediately concernedVallincourt had been brought up on severely conventional lines rearedin the narrow tenets of a family whose salient characteristics werean overweening pride of race and a religious zeal amounting almost tofanaticism while Diane had had no upbringing worth speaking of As forreligious views she hadnt anyYet neither the one nor the other had counted in the scale when thecrucial moment camePerhaps it was by way of an ironical setoff against his environmentthat Fate had dowered Hugh with his crop of ruddy hairand with theardent temperament which usually accompanies the type Be that as itmay he was swept completely off his feet by the dancers magic beautyThe habits and training of a lifetime went by the board and nothingwas allowed to impede the swift not to say violent course of hislovemaking Within a month from the day of their first meeting he andDiane were man and wifeThe consequences were almost inevitable and Hugh found that his marriedlife speedily resolved itself into an endless struggle between thedictates of inclination and conscience Everything that was man in himresponded passionately to the appeal and charm of Dianes personalitywhilst everything that was narrow and censorious disapproved her totalinability to conform to the ingrained prejudices of the VallincourtsNot that Diane was in any sense of the word a bad woman She was merelybeautiful and irresponsiblea typical _cigale_ of the stagelovableand kindhearted and pagan and possessing but the haziest notions ofselfcontrol and selfdiscipline Even so left to themselves husbandand wife might ultimately have found the road to happiness across thebridge of their great love for one anotherBut such freedom was denied them Always at Hughs elbow stood hissister Catherine a rigidly austere woman in herself an epitome of allthat Vallincourts had ever stood forSince the death of their parents twenty years previously Catherine hadshared her brothers home managing his houseand on the strength ofher four years seniority in age himself as wellwith an iron handNor had she seen fit to relinquish the reins of government when hemarriedPrivately Hugh had hoped she might consider the propriety ofwithdrawing to the dower house attached to the Coverdale estates but ifthe idea had occurred to her she had never given it utterance and Hughhimself had lacked the courage to propose such an innovationSo it followed that Catherine was ever at hand to criticise and condemnShe disapproved of her brothers marriage wholly and consistently Inher eyes he had committed an unpardonable sin in allying himself withDiane Wielitzska It was his duty to have married a woman of the typeconventionally termed good whose bloodand religious outlookwerealike unimpeachable and since he had lamentably failed in this respectshe never ceased to reproach him Diane she regarded with chronicdisapprobation exaggerating all her faults and opposing her joylovingbutterfly nature with an aloofly puritanical disdainAmid the glacial atmosphere of disapproval into which marriage hadthrust her Diane found her only solace in Virginie a devoted Frenchservant who had formerly been her nurse and who literally worshippedthe ground she walked on Conversely Virginies attitude towards MissVallincourt was one of frank hostility And deep in the hearts

Produced by David WidgerMARGUERITE DE NAVARREMEMOIRS OF MARGUERITE DE VALOISMEMOIRS OF MARGUERITE DE VALOIS QUEEN OF NAVARREWritten by HerselfBeing Historic Memoirs of the Courts of France and NavarreBOOK IILETTER XIIIThe LeagueWar Declared against the HuguenotsQueen Marguerite Setsout for SpaAt length my brother returned to Court accompanied by all the Catholicnobility who had followed his fortunes The King received him verygraciously and showed by his reception of him how much he was pleasedat his return Bussi who returned with my brother met likewise with agracious reception Le Guast was now no more having died under theoperation of a particular regimen ordered for him by his physician Hehad given himself up to every kind of debauchery and his death seemedthe judgment of the Almighty on one whose body had long been perishingand whose soul had been made over to the prince of demons as the price ofassistance through the means of diabolical magic which he constantlypractised The King though now without this instrument of his maliciouscontrivances turned his thoughts entirely upon the destruction of theHuguenots To effect this he strove to engage my brother against themand thereby make them his enemies and that I might be considered asanother enemy he used every means to prevent me from going to the Kingmy husband Accordingly he showed every mark of attention to both of usand manifested an inclination to gratify all our wishesAfter some time M de Duras arrived at Court sent by the King myhusband to hasten my departure Hereupon I pressed the King greatly tothink well of it and give me his leave He to colour his refusal toldme he could not part with me at present as I was the chief ornament ofhis Court that he must keep me a little longer after which he wouldaccompany me himself on my way as far as Poitiers With this answer andassurance he sent M de Duras back These excuses were purposely framedin order to gain time until everything was prepared for declaring waragainst the Huguenots and in consequence against the King my husbandas he fully designed to doAs a pretence to break with the Huguenots a report was spread abroadthat the Catholics were dissatisfied with the Peace of Sens and thoughtthe terms of it too advantageous for the Huguenots This rumoursucceeded and produced all that discontent amongst the Catholicsintended by it A league was formed in the provinces and great citieswhich was joined by numbers of the Catholics M de Guise was named asthe head of all This was well known to the King who pretended to beignorant of what was going forward though nothing else was talked of atCourtThe States were convened to meet at Blois Previous to the opening ofthis assembly the King called my brother to his closet where werepresent the Queen my mother and some of the Kings counsellors Herepresented the great consequence the Catholic league was to his Stateand authority even though they should appoint De Guise as the head ofit that such a measure was of the highest importance to them bothmeaning my brother and himself that the Catholics had very just reasonto be dissatisfied with the peace and that it behoved him addressinghimself to my brother rather to join the Catholics than the Huguenotsand this from conscience as well as interest He concluded his addressto my brother with conjuring him as a son of France and a good Catholicto assist him with his aid and counsel in this critical juncture whenhis crown and the Catholic religion were both at stake He further saidthat in order to get the start of so formidable a league he ought toform one himself and become the head of it as well to show his zeal forreligion as to prevent the Catholics from uniting under any other leaderHe then proposed to declare himself the head of a league which should bejoined by my brother the princes nobles governors and others holdingoffices under the Government Thus was my brother reduced to thenecessity of making his Majesty a tender of his services for the supportand maintenance of the Catholic religionThe King having now obtained assurances of my brothers assistance inthe event of a war which was his sole view in the league which he hadformed with so much art assembled together the princes and chiefnoblemen of his Court and calling for the roll of the league signed itfirst himself next calling upon my brother to sign it and lastly uponall presentThe next day the States opened their meeting when the King calling uponthe Bishops of Lyons Ambrune Vienne and other prelates there presentfor their advice was told that after the oath taken at his coronationno oath made to heretics could bind him and therefore he was absolvedfrom his engagements with the HuguenotsThis declaration being made at the opening of the assembly and wardeclared against the Huguenots the King abruptly dismissed from Courtthe Huguenot Genisac who had arrived a few days before charged by theKing my husband with a commission to hasten my departure The King verysharply told him that his sister had been given to a Catholic and not toa Huguenot and that if the King my husband expected to have me he mustdeclare himself a CatholicEvery preparation for war was made and nothing else talked of at Courtand to make my brother still more obnoxious to the Huguenots he had thecommand of an army given him Genisac came and informed me of the roughmessage he had been dismissed with Hereupon I went directly to thecloset of the Queen my mother where I found the King I expressed myresentment at being deceived by him and at being cajoled by his promiseto accompany me from Paris to Poitiers which as it now appeared was amere pretence I represented that I did not marry by my own choice butentirely agreeable to the advice of King Charles the Queen my motherand

Produced by David WidgerMEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF LOUIS XIV AND OF THE REGENCYBeing the Secret Memoirs of the Mother of the RegentMADAME ELIZABETHCHARLOTTE OF BAVARIA DUCHESSE DORLEANSBOOK 4Victor Amadeus IIThe Grand Duchess Consort of Cosimo II of FlorenceThe Duchesse de Lorraine ElizabethCharlotte dOrleansThe Duc du MaineThe Duchesse du MaineLouvoisLouis XVAnecdotes and Historical Particulars of Various PersonsExplanatory NotesSECTION XXXVVICTOR AMADEUS KING OF SICILYIt is said that the King of Sicily is always in ill humour and that heis always quarrelling with his mistresses He and Madame de Verrue havequarrelled they say for whole days together I wonder how the goodQueen can love him with such constancy but she is a most virtuous personand patience itself Since the King had no mistresses he lives uponbetter terms with her Devotion has softened his heart and his temperMadame de Verrue is I dare say fortyeight years of age 1718 Ishared some of the profits of her theft by buying of her 160 medals ofgold the half of those which she stole from the King of Sicily She hadalso boxes filled with silver medals but they were all sold in England The Comtesse de Verrue was married at the age of thirteen years Victor Amadeus then King of Sardinia fell in love with her She would have resisted and wrote to her mother and her husband who were both absent They only joked her about it She then took that step which all the world knows At the age of eighteen being at a dinner with a relation of her husbands she was poisoned The person she suspected was the same that was dining with her he did not quit her and wanted to have her blooded Just at this time the Spanish Ambassador at Piedmont sent her a counterpoison which had a happy effect she recovered but never would mention whom she suspected She got tired of the King and persuaded her brother the Chevalier de Lugner to come and carry her off the King being then upon a journey The rendezvous was in a chapel about four leagues distant from Turin She had a little parrot with her Her brother arrived they set out together and after having proceeded four leagues on her journey she remembered that she had forgotten her parrot in the chapel Without regarding the danger to which she exposed her brother she insisted upon returning to look for her parrot and did so She died in Paris in the beginning of the reign of Louis XV She was fond of literary persons and collected about her some of the best company of that day among whom her wit and grace enabled her to cut a brilliant figure She was the intimate friend of the poet La Faye whom she advised in his compositions and whose life she made delightful Her fondness for the arts and pleasure procured for her the appellation of Dame de Volupte and she wrote this epitaph upon herself Ci git dans un pais profonde Cette Dame de Volupte Qui pour plus grande surete Fit son Paradis dans ce mondeSECTION XXXVITHE GRAND DUCHESS WIFE OF COSMO II OF FLORENCEThe Grand Duchess has declared to me that from the day on which she setout for Florence she thought of nothing but her return and the means ofexecuting this design as soon as she should be ableNo one could approve of her deserting her husband and the moreparticularly as she speaks very well of him and describes the manner ofliving at Florence as like a terrestrial paradiseShe does not think herself unfortunate for having travelled and looksupon all the grandeur she enjoyed at Florence as not to be compared withthe unrestrained way of living in which she indulges here She is veryamusing when she relates her own history in the course of which she byno means flatters herselfIndeed cousin I say to her often you do not flatter yourself butyou really tell things which make against youAh no matter she replies I care not provided I never see the GrandDuke againShe cannot be accused of any amorous intrigueHer husband furnishes her with very little money and at this momentApril 1718 he owes her fifteen months of her pension She is nowreally in want of money to enable her to take the waters of BourbonThe Grand Duke who is very avaricious thinks she will die soon andtherefore holds back the payments that he may take advantage of thatevent when it shall happenSECTION XXXVIITHE DUCHESSE DE LORRAINE ELIZABETHCHARLOTTEPHILIPPINE DORLEANS CONSORT OF LEOPOLD JOSEPHCHARLES DE LORRAINEMy daughter is ugly even more so than she was for the fine complexionwhich she once had has become sunburnt This makes a great differencein the appearance and causes a person to look old She has an uglyround nose and her

Produced by David WidgerMEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF ST CLOUDBy Lewis GoldsmithBeing Secret Letters from a Gentleman at Paris to a Nobleman in LondonPUBLISHERS NOTEThe present work contains particulars of the great Napoleon not to befound in any other publication and forms an interesting addition to theinformation generally known about himThe writer of the Letters whose name is said to have been Stewarton andwho had been a friend of the Empress Josephine in her happier if lessbrilliant days gives full accounts of the lives of nearly all NapoleonsMinisters and Generals in addition to those of a great number of othercharacters and an insight into the inner life of those who formedNapoleons CourtAll sorts and conditions of men are dealt withadherents who have comeover from the Royalist camp as well as those who have won their wayupwards as soldiers as did Napoleon himself In fact the work aboundswith anecdotes of Napoleon Talleyrand Fouche and a host of others andastounding particulars are given of the mysterious disappearance of thosepersons who were unfortunate enough to incur the displeasure of NapoleonLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSAt Cardinal CaprarasCardinal FeschEpisode at Mme MiotsNapoleons GuardA Grand DinnerChaptalTurreauxCarrierBarrereCambaceresPauline BonaparteSECRET COURT MEMOIRSTHE COURT OF ST CLOUDINTRODUCTORY LETTERPARIS November 10th 1805MY LORDThe Letters I have written to you were intended for the privateentertainment of a liberal friend and not for the general perusal of asevere public Had I imagined that their contents would have penetratedbeyond your closet or the circle of your intimate acquaintance severalof the narratives would have been extended while others would have beencompressed the anecdotes would have been more numerous and my ownremarks fewer some portraits would have been left out others drawn andall better finished I should then have attempted more frequently toexpose meanness to contempt and treachery to abhorrence should havelashed more severely incorrigible vice and oftener held out to ridiculepuerile vanity and outrageous ambition In short I should then havestudied more to please than to instruct by addressing myself seldomer tothe reason than to the passionsI subscribe nevertheless to your observation that the late long warand short peace with the enslaved state of the Press on the Continentwould occasion a chasm in the most interesting period of modern historydid not independent and judicious travellers or visitors abroad collectand forward to Great Britain the last refuge of freedom some materialswhich though scanty and insufficient upon the whole may in part rendthe veil of destructive politics and enable future ages to penetrateinto mysteries which crime in power has interest to render impenetrableto the just reprobation of honour and of virtue If therefore myhumble labours can preserve loyal subjects from the seduction oftraitors or warn lawful sovereigns and civilized society of the alarmingconspiracy against them I shall not think either my time thrown away orfear the dangers to which publicity might expose me were I only suspectedhere of being an Anglican author Before the Letters are sent to thepress I trust however to your discretion the removal of everything thatmight produce a discovery or indicate the source from which you havederived your informationAlthough it is not usual in private correspondence to quote authoritiesI have sometimes done so but satisfied as I hope you are with myveracity I should have thought the frequent productions of any betterpledge than the word of a man of honour an insult to your feelings Ihave besides not related a fact that is not recent and well known inour fashionable and political societies and of ALL the portraits I havedelineated the originals not only exist but are yet occupied in thepresent busy scene of the Continent and figuring either at Courts incamps or in CabinetsLETTER IPARIS August 1805MY LORDI promised you not to pronounce in haste on persons and eventspassing under my eyes thirtyone months have quickly passed away since Ibecame an attentive spectator of the extraordinary transactions and ofthe extraordinary characters of the extraordinary Court and Cabinet ofSt Cloud If my talents to delineate equal my zeal to inquire and myindustry to examine if I am as able a painter as I have been anindefatigable observer you will be satisfied and with your approbationat once sanction and reward my laboursWith most Princes the supple courtier and the fawning favourite havegreater influence than the profound statesman and subtle Minister andthe determinations of Cabinets are therefore frequently prepared indrawingrooms and discussed in the closet The politician and thecounsellor are frequently applauded or censured for transactions whichthe intrigues of antechambers conceived and which cupidity and favourgave power to promulgateIt is very generally imagined but falsely that Napoleon Bonapartegoverns or rather tyrannizes by himself according to his own capacitycaprices or interest that all his acts all his changes are the soleconsequence of his own exclusive unprejudiced will as well as unlimitedauthority that both his greatness and his littleness his successes andhis crimes originate entirely with himself that the fortunate hero whomarched triumphant over the Alps and the dastardly murderer thatdisgraced human nature at Jaffa because the same person owed victory tohimself alone and by himself alone commanded massacre that the samegenius unbiased and unsupported crushed factions erected a throne andreconstructed racks that the same mind restored and protectedChristianity and proscribed and assassinated a DEnghienAll these contradictions all these virtues and vices may be found inthe same person but Bonaparte individually or isolated has no claim tothem Except on some sudden occasions that call for immediate decisionno Sovereign rules less by himself than Bonaparte because no Sovereignis more surrounded by favourites and counsellors by needy adventurersand crafty intriguersWhat Sovereign has more relatives to enrich or services to recompensemore evils to repair more jealousies to dread more dangers to fearmore clamours to silence or stands more in need of information andadvice Let it be remembered that he who now governs empires andnations ten years ago commanded only a battery and five years ago wasonly a military chieftain The difference is as immense indeed betweenthe sceptre of a Monarch and the sword of a general as between the wiselegislator

Produced by David WidgerZIBELINEBy Philippe De MassaTranslated By D Knowlton RanousALEXANDREPHILIPPEREGNIER DE MASSAMARQUIS DE MASSA soldier composer and French dramatist was born inParis December 5 1831 He selected the military career and received acommission in the cavalry after leaving the school of St Cyr He servedin the Imperial Guards took part in the Italian and FrancoGerman Warsand was promoted Chief of Squadron Fifth Regiment Chasseurs a ChevalSeptember 10 1871 Having tendered his resignation from active servicehe was appointed a lieutenantcolonel in the territorial army February3 1880 He has been decorated with the Legion of HonorThe Marquis de Massa is known as a composer of music and as a dramaticauthor and novelist At the Opera Comique there was represented in1861 RoyalCravate written by him Fragments of two operas by him wereperformed at the Paris Conservatory of Music in 1865 and in 1868 Thelist of his principal plays follows Le Service en campagne comedy1882 La Cicatrice comedy 1885 Au Mont Ida Fronsac a La Bastilleand La Coeur de Paris all in 1887 La Czarine and Brouille depuisMagenta 1888 and La Bonne Aventureall comedies1889 Together withPetipa he also wrote a ballet Le Roi dYvetot 1866 music by CharlesLabarre He further wrote Zibeline a most brilliant romance 1892 withan Introduction by Jules Claretie crowned by the Academie FrancaiseThis odd and dainty little story has a heroine of striking originalityin character and exploits Her real name is Valentine de Vermont andshe is the daughter of a fabulously wealthy FrenchAmerican dealer infurs and when after his death she goes to Paris to spend her colossalfortune and to make restitution to the man from whom her father wonat play the large sum that became the foundation of his wealth certainlively Parisian ladies envying her her rich furs gave her the name ofZibeline that of a very rare almost extinct wild animal ZibelinesAmerican unconventionality her audacity her wealth and generosityset all Paris by the ears There are fascinating glimpses into thedrawingrooms of the most exclusive Parisian society and also intothe historic greenroom of the Comedie Francaise on a brilliant firstnight The man to whom she makes graceful restitution of his fortuneis a hero of the FrancoMexican and FrancoPrussian wars and when shegives him back his property she throws her heart in with the gift Thestory is an interesting study of a brilliant and unconventional Americangirl as seen by the eyes of a clever FrenchmanLater came La Revue quand meme comedy 1894 Souvenirs etImpressions 1897 La Revue retrospective comedy 1899 and Sonnetsthe same year PAUL HERVIEU de lAcademe FrancaiseLETTER FROM JULES CLARETIE TO THE AUTHORMY DEAR FRIENDI have often declared that I never would write prefaces But how canone resist a fine fellow who brings one an attractive manuscript signedwith a name popular among all his friends who asks of one in the mostengaging way an opinion on the samethen a word a simple word ofintroduction like a signal to saddleI have read your Zibeline my dear friend and this romanceyourfirsthas given me a very keen pleasure You told me once that you felta certain timidity in publishing it Reassure yourself immediately Aman can not be regarded as a novice when he has known as you haveall the Parisian literary world so long or rather perhaps I may moreaccurately say he is always a novice when he tastes for the first timethe intoxication of printers inkYou have the quickest of wits and the least possible affectation ofgravity and you have made as well known in Mexico as in Paris yourcouplets on the end of the Mexican conflict with France Tout Mexico ypassera Where are they the tolderols of autumnYesterday I found in a volume of dramatic criticism by that terribleand charming Jules Barbey dAurevilly an appreciation of one of yourcomedies which bears a title very appropriate to yourself HonorAnd this play does him honor said Barbey dAurevilly because it ischarming light and supple written in flowing verse the correctnessof which does not rob it of its graceThat which the critic said of your comedy I will say of your romanceIt is a pretty fairystoryall about Parisian fairies for a great manyfairies live in Paris In fact more are to be found there than anywhereelse There are good fairies and bad fairies among them Your ownparticular fairy is good and she is charming I am tempted to askwhether you have drawn your characters from life That is a questionwhich was frequently put to me recently after I had publishedLAmericaine The public longs to possess keys to our books It is notsufficient for them that a romance is interesting it must possess alsoa spice of scandalPortraits You have not drawn anyneither in the drawingrooms whereZibeline scintillates nor in the foyer of the Comedie Francaisewhere for so long a time you have felt yourself at home Your women arevisions and not studies from lifeand I do not believe that you willobject to my saying thisYou should not dislike the romantic romance which every one in thesedays advises us to writeas if that style did not begin as far backas the birth of romance itself as if the Princess of Cleves had notwritten and as if Balzac himself the great realist had not inventedthe finest romantic romances that can be foundfor example theamorous adventure of General de Montriveau and the Duchesse de LanglaisApropos in your charming story there is a General who pleases me verymuch How was it that you did not take after the fashion of Paul deMolenes a dashing cavalry officer for your heroyou for whom theliterary cavalier has all the attractions of a gentleman and a soldierNothing could be more piquant alert chivalrousin short worthy ofa Frenchmanthan the departure of your hero for the war after thatdramatic cardparty which was also a battleand what a battlewhereat the end of the conflict he left his all upon the green cloth Thatis an attractive sketch of

Produced by David WidgerCOSMOPOLISBy Paul BourgetWith a Preface by JULES LEMAITRE of the French academyPAUL BOURGETBorn in Amiens September 2 1852 Paul Bourget was a pupil at theLycee Louis le Grand and then followed a course at the Ecole des HautesEtudes intending to devote himself to Greek philology He howeversoon gave up linguistics for poetry literary criticism and fictionWhen yet a very young man he became a contributor to various journalsand reviews among others to the Revue des deux Mondes La RenaissanceLe Parlement La Nouvelle Revue etc He has since given himself upalmost exclusively to novels and fiction but it is necessary to mentionhere that he also wrote poetry His poetical works comprise Poesies1872876 La Vie Inquiete 1875 Edel 1878 and Les Aveux 1882With riper mind and to far better advantage he appeared a few yearslater in literary essays on the writers who had most influenced hisown developmentthe philosophers Renan Taine and Amiel the poetsBaudelaire and Leconte de Lisle the dramatist Dumas fils and thenovelists Turgenieff the Goncourts and Stendhal Brunetiere saysof Bourget that no one knows more has read more read better ormeditated more profoundly upon what he has read or assimilated itmore completely So much reading and so much meditation even whenaccompanied by strong assimilative powers are not perhaps the mostdesirable and necessary tendencies in a writer of verse or of fictionTo the philosophic critic however they must evidently be invaluableand thus it is that in a certain selfallotted domain of literaryappreciation allied to semiscientific thought Bourget stands todaywithout a rival His Essais de Psychologie Contemporaine 1883Nouveaux Essais 1885 and Etudes et Portraits 1888 are certainlynot the work of a week but rather the outcome of years of selfcultureand of protracted determined endeavor upon the sternest lines In factfor a long time Bourget rose at 3 am and elaborated anxiously studyafter study and sketch after sketch well satisfied when he sometimesnoticed his articles in the theatrical feuilleton of the Globe andthe Parlement until he finally contributed to the great Debatsitself A period of long hard and painful probation must always belaid down so to speak as the foundation of subsequent literary fameBut France fortunately for Bourget is not one of those places wherethe foundation is likely to be laid in vain or the period of probationto endure for ever and everIn fiction Bourget carries realistic observation beyond the externalswhich fixed the attention of Zola and Maupassant to states of themind he unites the method of Stendhal to that of Balzac He is alwaysinteresting and amusing He takes himself seriously and persists inregarding the art of writing fiction as a science He has wit humorcharm and lightness of touch and ardently strives after philosophy andintellectualityqualities that are rarely found in fiction It may wellbe said of M Bourget that he is innocent of the creation of a singlestupid character The men and women we read of in Bourgets novels areso intellectual that their wills never interfere with their heartsThe list of his novels and romances is a long one considering the factthat his first novel LIrreparable appeared as late as 1884 Itwas followed by Cruelle Enigme 1885 Un Crime dAmour 1886 AndreCornelis and Mensonges 1887 Le Disciple 1889 La Terre promiseCosmopolis 1892 crowned by the Academy Drames de Famille 1899Monique 1902 his romances are Une Idylle tragique 1896 LaDuchesse Bleue 1898 Le Fantome 1901 and LEtape 1902Le Disciple and Cosmopolis are certainly notable books The lattermarks the cardinal point in Bourgets fiction Up to that time he hadseen environment more than characters here the dominant interest ispsychic and from this point on his characters become more and morelike Stendhals different from normal clay Cosmopolis is perfectlycharming Bourget is indeed the pastmaster of psychologicalfictionTo sum up Bourget is in the realm of fiction what Frederic Amiel isin the realm of thinkers and philosophersa subtle ingenious highlygifted student of his time With a wonderful dexterity of pen a veryacute almost womanly intuition and a rare diffusion of grace about allhis writings it is probable that Bourget will remain less known as acritic than as a romancer Though he neither feels like Loti nor seeslike Maupassanthe reflects JULES LEMAITRE de lAcademie FrancaiseAUTHORS INTRODUCTIONI send you my dear Primoli from beyond the Alps the romance ofinternational life begun in Italy almost under your eyes to which Ihave given for a frame that ancient and noble Rome of which you are soardent an admirerTo be sure the drama of passion which this book depicts has noparticularly Roman features and nothing was farther from my thoughtsthan to trace a picture of the society so local so traditional whichexists between the Quirinal and the Vatican The drama is not evenItalian for the scene might have been laid with as much truth atVenice Florence Nice St Moritz even Paris or London the variouscities which are like quarters scattered over Europe of the fluctuatingCosmopolis christened by Beyle Vengo adesso da Cosmopoli It isthe contrast between the rather incoherent ways of the rovers of highlife and the character of perennity impressed everywhere in the greatcity of the Caesars and of the Popes which has caused me to choose thespot where even the corners speak of a secular past there to evoke somerepresentatives of the most modern as well as the most arbitrary andthe most momentary life You who know better than any one the motleyworld of cosmopolites understand why I have confined myself to paintinghere only a fragment of it That world indeed does not exist it canhave neither defined customs nor a general character It is composedof exceptions and of singularities We are so naturally creatures ofcustom our continual mobility has such a need of gravitating around onefixed axis that motives of a personal order alone can determine us uponan habitual and voluntary exile from our native land It is so now inthe case of an artist

Produced by David WidgerGERFAUTBy CHARLES DE BERNARDWith a Preface by JULES CLARETIE of the French AcademyCHARLES DE BERNARDPIERREMARIECHARLES DE BERNARD DU GRAIL DE LA VILLETTE better known bythe name of Charles de Bernard was born in Besancon February 24 1804He came from a very ancient family of the Vivarais was educated atthe college of his native city and studied for the law in Dijon andat Paris He was awarded a prize by the Jeux floraux for hisdithyrambics Une fete de Neron in 1829 This first success inliterature did not prevent him aspiring to the Magistrature when theRevolution of 1830 broke out and induced him to enter politics Hebecame one of the founders of the Gazette de FrancheComte and anarticle in the pages of this journal about Peau de chagrin earned himthe thanks and the friendship of BalzacThe latter induced him to take up his domicile in Paris and initiatedhim into the art of novelwriting Bernard had published a volume ofodes Plus Deuil que Joie 1838 which was not much noticed but aseries of stories in the same year gained him the reputation of a genialconteur They were collected under the title Le Noeud Gordien andone of the tales Une Aventure du Magistrat was adapted by Sardou forhis comedy Pommes du voisin Gerfaut his greatest work crowned bythe Academy appeared also in 1838 then followed Le Paravent anothercollection of novels 1839 Les Ailes dIcare 1840 La Peau du Lionand La Chasse aux Amants 1841 LEcueil 1842 Un Beaupere 1845and finally Le Gentilhomme campagnard in 1847 Bernard died onlyfortyeight years old March 6 1850Charles de Bernard was a realist a pupil of Balzac He surpasses hismaster nevertheless in energy and limpidity of composition His styleis elegant and cultured His genius is most fully represented in a scoreor so of delightful tales rarely exceeding some sixty or seventy pagesin length but perfect in proportion full of invention and originalityand saturated with the purest and pleasantest essence of the spiritwhich for six centuries in tableaux farces tales in prose and versecomedies and correspondence made French literature the delight andrecreation of Europe Gerfaut is considered De Bernards greatestwork The plot turns on an attachment between a married woman and thehero of the story The book has nothing that can justly offend theincomparable sketches of Marillac and Mademoiselle de Corandeuil areadmirable Gerfaut and Bergenheim possess pronounced originality andthe author is so to speak incarnated with the hero of his romanceThe most uncritical reader can not fail to notice the success withwhich Charles de Bernard introduces people of rank and breeding into hisstories Whether or not he drew from nature his portraits of this kindare exquisitely natural and easy It is sufficient to say that he isthe literary Sir Joshua Reynolds of the postrevolution vicomtes andmarquises We can see that his portraits are faithful we must feel thatthey are at the same time charming Bernard is an amiable and spiritedconteur who excels in producing an animated spectacle for a refinedand selected public whether he paints the ridiculousness or the miseryof humanityThe works of Charles de Bernard in wit and urbanity and in the peculiarcharm that wit and urbanity give are of the best French type To anyelevation save a lofty place in fiction they have no claim but in thatphase of literature their worth is undisputed and from many testimoniesit would seem that those whom they most amuse are those who are bestworth amusingThese novels well enough as they are known to professed students ofFrench literature have by the mere fact of their age rather slippedout of the list of books known to the general reader The general readerwho reads for amusement can not possibly do better than proceed totransform his ignorance of them into knowledge JULES CLARETIE de lAcademie FrancaiseGERFAUTBOOK 1CHAPTER I THE TRAVELLERDuring the first days of the month of September 1832 a young man aboutthirty years of age was walking through one of the valleys in Lorraineoriginating in the Vosges mountains A little river which after a fewleagues of its course flows into the Moselle watered this wild basinshut in between two parallel lines of mountains The hills in thesouth became gradually lower and finally dwindled away into the plainAlongside the plateau arranged in amphitheatres large square fieldsstripped of their harvest lay here and there in the primitive forest inother places innumerable oaks and elms had been dethroned to giveplace to plantations of cherrytrees whose symmetrical rows promised anabundant harvestThis contest of nature with industry is everywhere but is morepronounced in hilly countries The scene changed however as onepenetrated farther and little by little the influence of the soilgained ascendancy As the hills grew nearer together enclosing thevalley in a closer embrace the clearings gave way to the naturalobduracy of the soil A little farther on they disappeared entirely Atthe foot of one of the bluffs which bordered with its granite bands thehighest plateau of the mountain the forest rolled victoriously down tothe banks of the riverNow came patches of forest like solid battalions of infantry sometimessolitary trees appeared as if distributed by chance upon the grassyslopes or scaling the summit of the steepest rocks like a body of boldsharpshooters A little unfrequented road if one can judge from thescarcity of tracks ran alongside the banks of the stream climbing upand down hills overcoming every obstacle it stretched out in almost astraight line One might compare it to those strong characters who markout a course in life and imperturbably follow it The river on thecontrary like those docile and compliant minds that bend to agreeableemergencies described graceful curves obeying thus the caprices of thesoil which served as its bedAt a first glance the young man who was walking alone in the midst ofthis picturesque country seemed to have nothing remarkable in his dressa straw hat a blue blouse

Produced by David WidgerCONSCIENCEBy Hector MalotWith a Preface by EDOUARD PAILLERON of the French AcademyHECTOR MALOTHECTORHENRI MALOT the son of a notary public was born at La BrouilleSeineInferieure March 20 1830 He studied law intending to devotehimself also to the Notariat but toward 1853 or 1854 commenced writingfor various small journals Somewhat later he assisted in compiling theBiographie Generale of Firmin Didot and was also a contributor tosome reviews Under the generic title of Les Victimes dAmour he madehis debut with the following three familyromances Les Amants 1859Les Epoux 1865 and Les Enfants 1866 About the same period hepublished a book La Vie Moderne en Angleterre Malot has writtenquite a number of novels of which the greatest is Conscience crownedby the French Academy in 1878His works have met with great success in all countries They possessthat lasting interest which attends all work based on keen observationand masterly analysis of the secret motives of human actionsThe titles of his writings run as follows Les Amours de Jacques1868 Un Beau Frere 1869 Romain Kalbris 1864 being a romancefor children Une Bonne Afaire and Madame Obernin 1870 Un Cure deProvince 1872 Un Mariage sons le Second Empire 1873 Une BelleMere 1874 LAuberge du Monde 18751876 4 vols Les Bataillesdu Mariage 1877 3 vols Cara 1877 Le Docteur Claude 1879 LeBoheme Tapageuse 1880 3 vols Pompon and Une Femme dArgent 1881La Petite Soeur and Les Millions Honteux 1882 Les Besogneux andPaulette 1883 Marichette and Micheline 1884 Le LieutenantBonnet and Sang Bleu 1885 Baccara and Zyte 1886 Viceo FrancisSeduction and Ghislaine 1887 Mondaine 1888 Mariage Riche andJustice 1889 Mere 1890 Anie 1891 Complices 1892 Conscience1893 and Amours de Jeunes et Amours de Vieux 1894About this time Hector Malot resolved not to write fiction any moreHe announced this determination in a card published in the journal LeTemps May 25 1895It was then maliciously stated that M Malot hisretired from business after having accumulated a fortune However hetook up his pen again and published a history of his literary lifeLe Roman de mes Romans 1896 besides two volumes of fiction LAmourdominateur 1896 and Pages choisies 1898 works which showed thatin the language of Holy Writ his eye was not dimmed nor his naturalforce abated and afforded him a triumph over his slanderers EDOUARD PAILLERON de lAcademie FrancaiseCONSCIENCEBOOK 1CHAPTER I THE REUNIONWhen Crozat the Bohemian escaped from poverty by a good marriage thatmade him a citizen of the Rue de Vaugirard he did not break with hisold comrades instead of shunning them or keeping them at a distancehe took pleasure in gathering them about him glad to open his house tothem the comforts of which were very different from the attic of theRue Ganneron that he had occupied for so long a timeEvery Wednesday from four to seven oclock he had a reunion at hishouse the Hotel des Medicis and it was a holiday for which his friendsprepared themselves When a new idea occurred to one of the habitues itwas caressed matured studied in solitude in order to be presented infull bloom at the assemblyCrozats reception of his friends was pleasing simple like the mancordial on the part of the husband as well as on the part of the wifewho having been an actress held to the religion of comradeship On atable were small pitchers of beer and glasses within reach was an oldstone jar from Beauvais full of tobacco The beer was good the tobaccodry and the glasses were never emptyAnd it was not silly subjects that were discussed here worldlybabblings or gossiping about absent friends but the great questionsthat ruled humanity philosophy politics society and religionFormed at first of friends or at least of comrades who had worked andsuffered together these reunions had enlarged gradually until one daythe rooms at the Hotel des Medicis became a parlotte where preachersof ideas and of new religions thinkers reformers apostlespoliticians aesthetes and even babblers in search of ears more or lesscomplaisant that would listen to them met together Any one might comewho wished and if one did not enter there exactly as one would enter anordinary hotel it was sufficient to be brought by an habitue in orderto have the right to a pipe some beer and to speakOne of the habitues Brigard was a species of apostle who had acquiredcelebrity by practising in his daily life the ideas that he professedand preached Comte de Brigard by birth he began by renouncing histitle which made him a vassal of the respect of men and of socialconventions an instructor of law he could easily have made a thousandor twelve hundred francs a month but he arranged the number and theprice of his lessons so that each day brought him only ten francs inorder that he might not be a slave to money living with a woman whom heloved he had always insisted although he had two daughters onliving with her en union libre and in not acknowledging his childrenlegally because the law debased the ties which attached him to them andlessened his duties it was conscience that sanctioned these duties andnature like conscience made him the most faithful of lovers the bestthe most affectionate the most tender of fathers Tall proud carryingin his person and manners the native elegance of his race he dressedlike the porter at the corner only replacing the blue velvet bychestnut velvet a less frivolous color Living in Clamart for twentyyears he always came to Paris on foot and the only concessions that hemade to conventionality or to his comfort were to wear sabots in winterand to carry his vest on his arm in summerThus organized he must have disciples and he sought themeverywherein the streets where he buttonholed those he was able tosnatch under the trees of the Luxembourg Gardens and on Wednesdayat the house of his old comrade Crozat How many he had

Produced by Sandra Laythorpe HTML version by Al HainesNutties FatherbyCharlotte M YongeCONTENTS I ST AMBROSES CHOIR II MONKS HORTON III HEIR HUNTING IV A NAME V SUSPENSE VI THE WATERSOLDIER VII THAT MAN VIII THE FATHER IX NEW PLUMES X BRIDGEFIELD EGREMONT XI LAWNTENNIS XII OUT OF WORK XIII DETRIMENTALS XIV GOING AGEE XV A CASTLE OF UMBRELLAS XVI INFRA DIG XVII AN OLD FRIEND XVIII A FRIEND IN NEED XIX THE VORTEX XX WOLF XXI URSULAS RECEPTION XXII DISENCHANTMENT XXIII A FAILURE XXIV FARMS OR UMBRELLAS XXV THE GIGGLING SCOTCH GIRL XXVI THREE YEARS LATER XXVII THE BOY OF EGREMONT XXVIII A BRAVE HEART XXIX A FRESH START XXX NUTTIES PROSPECTS XXXI SPES NON FRACTA XXXII BLACKS IN THE ASCENDANT XXXIII THE LOST HEIR XXXIV FETTERS RENT XXXV THE HULL OF THE URSULA XXXVI NUTTIES KNIGHT XXXVII FOUND AND TAKEN XXXVIII THE UMBRELLA MAN XXXIX ANNAPLES AMBITION FALLENCHAPTER IST AMBROSES CHOIR For be it known That their saints honour is their ownSCOTTThe town of Micklethwayte was rising and thriving There weresalubrious springs which an enterprising doctor had lately brought intonotice The firm of Greenleaf and Dutton manufactured umbrellas inlarge quantities from the stout weatherproof family roof down to thedaintiest fringed toy of a parasol There were a Guild Hall and ahandsome Corn Market There was a Modern School for the boys and aHigh School for the girls and a School of Art and a School ofCookery and National Schools and a British School and a BoardSchool also churches of every height chapels of every denominationand iron mission rooms budding out in hopes to be replaced by churchesLike one of the animals which zoologists call radiated the town wasconstantly stretching out fresh arms along country roads all livingand working and gradually absorbing the open spaces between One ofthese arms was known as St Ambroses Road in right of the church anincomplete structure in yellow brick consisting of a handsome chancelthe stump of a tower and one aisle just weathertight and usable butby its very aspect begging for the completion of the beautiful designthat was suspended above the almsboxIt was the evening of a summer day which had been very hot The choirpractice was just over and the boys came out trooping and chatteringvery small ones they were for as soon as they began to sing tolerablythey were sure to try to get into the choir of the old church whichhad a foundation that fed clothed taught and finally apprenticedthem So though the little fellows were clad in surplices andcassocks and sat in the chancel for correctness sake there was aspace round the harmonium reserved for the more trustworthy band ofgirls and young women who came forth next followed by four or fivemechanicsBehind came the nucleus of the choira slim fairhaired youth oftwenty a neat precise welltrimmed man closely shaven withstooping shoulders at least fifteen years older with a black poodleat his heels as well shorn as his master newly risen from lyingoutside the church door a gentle somewhat drooping lady in black notyet middleaged and very pretty a small eager unformed blackeyedgirl who could hardly keep back her words for the outside of thechurch door a tall selfpossessed handsome woman with a fineclassical cast of features and lastly a brownfaced wiry hardworkingclergyman without an atom of superfluous flesh but with an air ofgreat energyOh vicar where are we to go was the question so eager to breakforthNot to the Crystal Palace Nuttie The funds wont bear it MrDutton says we must spend as little as possible on locomotionIm sure I dont care for the Crystal Palace A trumpery tinselplace all shamsHush hush my dear not so loud said the quiet lady but Nuttieonly wriggled her shoulders though her voice was a trifle lowered Ifit were the British Museum now or Westminster AbbeyOr the Alps chimed in a quieter voice or the UfizziNow Mr Dutton thats not what I want Our people arent ready forthat but what they have let it be real Miss Mary dont you see whatI meanRather better than Miss Egremont herself said Mr DuttonWell said the vicar interposing in the wordy war Mrs Greenleafschildren have scarlatina so we cant go to Horton Bishop The choiceseems to be between South Beach and Monks HortonThats no harm cried Nuttie Mrs Greenleaf is so patronisingAnd both that and South Beach are so stale said the youthAs if the dear sea could ever be stale cried the young girlI thought Monks Horton was forbidden ground said Miss MarySo it was with the last regime said the vicar but now the newpeople are come I expect great things from them I hear they are veryfriendlyI expect nothing from them said Nuttie so sententiously that all herhearers laughed and asked her exquisite reason as Mr Dutton put itLady Kirkaldy and a whole lot of them came into the School of ArtAnd didnt appreciate Head

Produced by Alfred J Drake HTML version by Al HainesFROUDACITY 1889JJ ThomasWEST INDIAN FABLES BY JAMES ANTHONY FROUDEEXPLAINED BY J J THOMASContentsPreface by JJ ThomasBOOK I Introduction 2733 Voyage out 3441 Barbados 4144 St Vincent 4448 Grenada 4850BOOK II Trinidad 5355 Reform in Trinidad 5580 Negro Felicity in the West Indies 81110BOOK III Social Revolution 113174 West Indian Confederation 175200 The Negro as a Worker 201206 Religion for Negroes 207230BOOK IV Historical Summary or Résumé 233261 endFROUDACITYPREFACE5 Last year had well advanced towards its middlein fact it wasalready April 1888before Mr Froudes book of travels in the WestIndies became known and generally accessible to readers in thoseColoniesMy perusal of it in Grenada about the period above mentioned disclosedthinly draped with rhetorical flowers the dark outlines of a scheme tothwart political aspiration in the Antilles That project is sought tobe realized by deterring the home authorities from granting an electivelocal legislature however restricted in character to any of theColonies not yet enjoying such an advantage An argument based on thecomposition of the inhabitants of those Colonies is confidently reliedupon to confirm the inexorable mood of Downing Street6 Overlarge and everincreasingso runs the argumentthe Africanelement in the population of the West Indies is from its past historyand its actual tendencies a standing menace to the continuance ofcivilization and religion An immediate catastrophe socialpolitical and moral would most assuredly be brought about by thegranting of full elective rights to dependencies thus inhabitedEnlightened statesmanship should at once perceive the immense benefitthat would ultimately result from such refusal of the franchise Thecardinal recommendation of that refusal is that it would avertdefinitively the political domination of the Blacks which mustinevitably be the outcome of any concession of the modicum of right soearnestly desired The exclusion of the Negro vote being inexpedientif not impossible the exercise of electoral powers by the Blacks mustlead to their returning candidates of their own race to the locallegislatures and that too in numbers preponderating according to themajority of the Negro electors The Negro legislators thus supreme inthe councils of the Colonies would straightway proceed to passvindictive and retaliatory laws against their white fellow 7colonists For it is only fifty years since the White man and theBlack man stood in the reciprocal relations of master and slaveWhilst those relations subsisted the white masters inflicted and theblack slaves had to endure the hideous atrocities that are inseparablefrom the system of slavery Since Emancipation the enormous stridesmade in selfadvancement by the exslaves have only had the effect ofprovoking a resentful uneasiness in the bosoms of the exmasters Theformer bondsmen on their side and like their brethren of Hayti areeaten up with implacable bloodthirsty rancour against their formerlords and owners The annals of Hayti form quite a cabinet ofpolitical and social object lessons which in the eyes of Britishstatesmen should be invaluable in showing the true method of dealingwith Ethiopic subjects of the Crown The Negro race in Hayti in orderto obtain and to guard what it calls its freedom has outraged everyhumane instinct and falsified every benevolent hope The slaveownersthere had not been a whit more cruel than slaveowners in the otherislands But in spite of this how ferocious how sanguinary 8 howrelentless against them has the vengeance of the Blacks been in theirhour of mastery A century has passed away since then andnotwithstanding that the hatred of Whites still rankles in theirsouls and is cherished and yielded to as a national creed and guide ofconduct Colonial administrators of the mighty British Empire thelesson which History has taught and yet continues to teach you in Haytias to the best mode of dealing with your Ethiopic colonists liespatent bloodstained and terrible before you and should be takendefinitively to heart But if you are willing that Civilization andReligionin short all the highest developments of individual andsocial lifeshould at once be swept away by a desolating vandalism ofAfrican birth if you do not recoil from the bloodguiltiness thatwould stain your consciences through the massacre of ourfellowcountrymen in the West Indies on account of their racecomplexion and enlightenment finally if you desire those modernHesperides to revert into primeval jungle horrent lairs wherein theBlacks who but a short while before had been ostensibly civilizedshall be revellers as highpriests and 9 devotees in orgies ofdevilworship cannibalism and obeahdare to give the franchise tothose West Indian Colonies and then rue the consequences of yourinfatuationAlas if the foregoing summary of the ghastly imaginings of Mr Froudewere true in what a fools paradise had the wisest and best amongst usbeen living moving and having our being Up to the date of thesuggestion by him as above of the alleged facts and possibilities ofWest Indian life we had believed even granting the correctness of hisgloomy account of the past and present positions of the two races thatto no wellthinking West Indian White whose ancestors may haveinnocently or culpably participated in the gains as well as the guiltof slavery would the remembrance of its palmy days be otherwise thanone of regret We Negroes on the other hand after a lapse of timeextending over nearly two generations could be indebted only toprecarious tradition or scarcely accessible documents for any knowledgewe might chance upon of the sufferings endured in these Islands of theWest by those of our race who have gone before us Death withundiscriminating hand had gathered 10 in the human harvest ofmasters and slaves alike according to or out of the normal laws ofnature while Time had been letting down on the stage of our existencedropscene after dropscene of years to the number of something likefifty which had been curtaining off the tragic incidents of the pastfrom the peaceful activities of the present Being thus circumstancedthought we what rational elements of mutual hatred should now continueto exist in the bosoms of the two racesWith regard to the perpetual reference to Hayti because

The Reporter Who Made Himself KingbyRichard Harding DavisThe Old Time Journalist will tell you that the best reporter is the onewho works his way up He holds that the only way to start is as aprinters devil or as an office boy to learn in time to set type tograduate from a compositor into a stenographer and as a stenographertake down speeches at public meetings and so finally grow into a realreporter with a fire badge on your left suspender and a speakingacquaintance with all the greatest men in the city not even exceptingPolice CaptainsThat is the old time journalists idea of it That is the way he wastrained and that is why at the age of sixty he is still a reporterIf you train up a youth in this way he will go into reporting with toofull a knowledge of the newspaper business with no illusionsconcerning it and with no ignorant enthusiasms but with a keen andjustifiable impression that he is not paid enough for what he doesAnd he will only do what he is paid to doNow you cannot pay a good reporter for what he does because he doesnot work for pay He works for his paper He gives his time hishealth his brains his sleeping hours and his eating hours andsometimes his life to get news for it He thinks the sun rises onlythat men may have light by which to read it But if he has been in anewspaper office from his youth up he finds out before he becomes areporter that this is not so and loses his real value He should comeright out of the University where he has been doing campus notes forthe college weekly and be pitchforked out into city work withoutknowing whether the Battery is at Harlem or Hunters Point and withthe idea that he is a Moulder of Public Opinion and that the Power ofthe Press is greater than the Power of Money and that the few lines hewrites are of more value in the Editors eyes than is the column ofadvertising on the last page which they are notAfter three yearsit is sometimes longer sometimes not so longhefinds out that he has given his nerves and his youth and his enthusiasmin exchange for a general fund of miscellaneous knowledge theopportunity of personal encounter with all the greatest and mostremarkable men and events that have risen in those three years and agreat fund of resource and patience He will find that he has crowdedthe experiences of the lifetime of the ordinary young business mandoctor or lawyer or man about town into three short years that hehas learned to think and to act quickly to be patient and unmoved wheneveryone else has lost his head actually or figuratively speaking towrite as fast as another man can talk and to be able to talk withauthority on matters of which other men do not venture even to thinkuntil they have read what he has written with a copyboy at his elbowon the night previousIt is necessary for you to know this that you may understand whatmanner of man young Albert Gordon wasYoung Gordon had been a reporter just three years He had left Yalewhen his last living relative died and had taken the morning train forNew York where they had promised him reportorial work on one of theinnumerable Greatest New York Dailies He arrived at the office atnoon and was sent back over the same road on which he had just cometo Spuyten Duyvil where a train had been wrecked and everybody ofconsequence to suburban New York killed One of the old reportershurried him to the office again with his copy and after he haddelivered that he was sent to the Tombs to talk French to a man inMurderers Row who could not talk anything else but who had shownsome international skill in the use of a jimmy And at eight hecovered a flowershow in Madison Square Garden and at eleven was sentover the Brooklyn Bridge in a cab to watch a fire and make guesses atthe losses to the insurance companiesHe went to bed at one and dreamed of shattered locomotives humanbeings lying still with blankets over them rows of cells and banks ofbeautiful flowers nodding their heads to the tunes of the brass band inthe gallery He decided when he awoke the next morning that he hadentered upon a picturesque and exciting career and as one day followedanother he became more and more convinced of it and more and moredevoted to it He was twenty then and he was now twentythree and inthat time had become a great reporter and had been to Presidentialconventions in Chicago revolutions in Hayti Indian outbreaks on thePlains and midnight meetings of moonlighters in Tennessee and hadseen what work earthquakes floods fire and fever could do in greatcities and had contradicted the President and borrowed matches fromburglars And now he thought he would like to rest and breathe a bitand not to work again unless as a war correspondent The only obstacleto his becoming a great war correspondent lay in the fact that therewas no war and a war correspondent without a war is about as absurd anindividual as a general without an army He read the papers everymorning on the elevated trains for war clouds but though there weremany war clouds they always drifted apart and peace smiled againThis was very disappointing to young Gordon and he became more andmore keenly discouragedAnd then as war work was out of the question he decided to write hisnovel It was to be a novel of New York life and he wanted a quietplace in which to work on it He was already making inquiries amongthe suburban residents of his acquaintance for just such a quiet spotwhen he received an offer to go to the Island of Opeki in the NorthPacific Ocean as secretary to the American consul

Produced by Michael Pullen HTML version by Al HainesMutter und KindFriedrich HebbelEin Gedicht in sieben Gesängen1859 Erster Gesang Eben grauet der Morgen Noch stehen die zitternden Sterne An der Wölbung des Himmels die kaum am Rande zu blauen Anfängt während die Mitte noch schwarz wie die Erde herabhängt Frierend kriechen die Wächter mit Spieß und Knarre nach Hause Doch sie erlöste die Uhr und nicht die steigende Sonne Denn noch ruhen die Bürger der Stadt und bedürfen des Schutzes Gegen den schleichenden Dieb den spähende Augen gewähren Wie der Hahn auch rufe und wie vom Turme herunter Auch der hungrige Geier mit ewig brennendem Magen Nach dem Frühstück krächze es kümmert nicht Mensch noch Tiere Nur in den Ställen die hinter die stattlichen Häuser versteckt sind Wirds allmählich lebendig es scharren und stampfen die Pferde Und es brüllen die Kühe allein die Knechte und Mägde Schwören sich bloß zur Nacht die Raufen noch voller zu stopfen Als es gestern geschah und schlafen weiter in Frieden Nun man müßte sie loben wofern sie sich rascher erhüben Aber wer könnte sie tadeln daß sie sich noch einmal herumdrehn Ist doch die Kälte zu groß Der Fuß dem die Decke entgleitet Schrickt zurück vor der Luft als ob er in Wasser geriete Welches sich eben beeist auch darf man den Winter nicht schelten WeihnachtsAbend ist da wie sollt er nicht grimmig sich zeigen Dennoch lehnt schon am Pfahl der still verglühnden Laterne Eine dunkle Gestalt Im Licht des flackernden Dochtes Welcher sich selbst verzehrt des Öls allmählich ermangelnd Kann man den Jüngling erkennen der unbeweglich hinüber Schaut nach dem Erdgeschoß des Hauses über der Straße Wahrlich es müssen die Pulse ihm heiß und fieberisch hüpfen Daß er um diese Stunde die selbst im Sommer die Zähne Oft zum Klappern bringt und alle Glieder zum Schaudern Hier so ruhig steht als wär er in Eisen gegossen Schneidend und scharf wie ein Messer zerteilt der Hauch nun die Lüfte Welcher die Sonne meldet den sollen die Fische im Wasser Spüren und mitempfinden er aber regt sich auch jetzt nicht Doch da schreitet er vor und naht sich dem Hause Was gibt ihm Denn so plötzlich Gefühl und macht ihn lebendig Ein Schimmer Ward da drunten sichtbar den eine getragene Lampe Zu verbreiten scheint Er bückt sich nieder zu lauschen Spricht sie ists und tickt mit leisem Finger ans Fenster Drinnen taucht ein Kopf empor Die klarste der Scheiben Suchend er findet sie schwer die meisten sind blind und belaufen Lugt er schüchtern hindurch Es ist ein blühendes Mädchen Welches sich selber beleuchtet indem es die Lampe erhebend Nach dem Klopfenden späht Er ruft mach auf Magdalena Und enteilt in das Gäßchen das links am Hause sich hinzieht Bald auch öffnet sich seitwärts das Dienerpförtchen doch halb nur Und den Fuß in der Tür beim Licht noch einmal ihn prüfend Spricht sie Christian du Was kannst du so zeitig nur wollen Laß uns hineinversetzt erdu würdest draußen erfrieren Und wir sind ja noch sicher Sie sperrt ihm noch immer den Eingang Doch er hält ihr den Pelz entgegen in den er gehüllt ist Und nun tritt sie zurück und geht voran in die Küche Während er auf den Zehen ihr folgt Schon brennt auf dem Herde Hell und lustig ein Feuer Sie stellt den Kessel mit Wasser Jetzt darüber und setzt sich an einer Seite daneben An der anderen er Die rötliche Flamme vergoldet Spielend beider Gesichter und gegen sein dunkel gebräuntes Sticht ihr lilienweißes mit blonden Locken bekränztes Fein und angenehm ab So mußt dubeginnt sieschon wieder Auf die Straße hinaus und das am heiligen Abend Wer dem Fuhrmann diententgegnet erfeiert die Feste Selten gemächlich zu Hause denn immer mangelt dem Kaufmann Dies und das im Gewölb und da die Kunden nicht warten Wartet er selbst auch nicht Doch duerwidert sie leise Fast in Vorwurfes Tondu könntest es lange schon besser Haben wenn du nur wolltestDu meinst ich könnte beim Kaufmann Selber könnte bei euch seinversetzt er mit Lächelnund freilich Hätt ichs bequemer und dürfte man siehts ja zu Tode mich schlafen Aber das täte nicht gutEr springt empor und die Küche Stumm und sinnend durchschreitend und dann ich plötzlicher Wendung Vor das Mädchen tretend und ihre Schönheit betrachtend Ruft er aus Nein nein sie soll mir nicht hungern und frieren Voll Verwunderung schaut sie auf und merkt es nun endlich Daß er bewegt ist wie nie Was hast du fragt sie ihn ängstlich Und er streichelt sie sanft und spricht die bedächtigen Worte Wem ein altes Weib für seinen Groschen das Schicksal Aus den Karten verkündigt der mag noch zweifeln und lachen Aber wem es der Herr im liebsten Freunde und Bruder Dicht vor die Augen stellt dem ziemt es sich warnen zu lassen Hätte der Ärmste mich in solchem Elend gesehen Wie ich gestern ihn er wäre wohl ledig geblieben Und sein Beispiel solldies wird so meint er ihn trösten Nicht verloren sein für seinen Jugendgenossen Geht es den beiden so schlechtversetzt sie erschreckendich habe Anna nicht wieder erblickt sie ist nicht weiter gekommen Und ich kann das Haus nur selten auf Stunden verlassen Und da hab ich zu tun und rechne mit Schuster und Schneider Gings mir anders mit Wilhelmerwidert er traurigich hatte Ihn so gut wie verloren denn ängstlich wie Sünde und Schande Pflegen sich Armut und Not in Ecken und Winkeln

Produced by Lynn Hill HTML version by Al HainesTo all friends of the brave children of FranceMap of the VoyageTHE FRENCH TWINSbyLucy Fitch PerkinsCONTENTS I THE CHURCH AND THE PEOPLE II ON THE WAY HOME III THE COMING OF THE GERMANS IV THE RETURN OF THE FRENCH V AT MADAME COUDERTS VI THE BURNING OF THE CATHEDRAL VII HOME AGAIN VIII REFUGEES IX THE FOREIGN LEGION X FONTANELLE XI A SURPRISE XII MORNING IN THE MEADOW XIII CHILDREN OF THE LEGIONI THE CHURCH AND THE PEOPLEThe sunlight of the clear September afternoon shone across the roofs ofthe City of Rheims and fell in a yellow flood upon the towers of themost beautiful cathedral in the world turning them into two shininggolden pillars against the deep blue of the eastern skyThe streets below were already in shadow but the sunshine still pouredthrough the great rose window above the western portal lighting thedim interior of the church with long shafts of brilliant reds bluesand greens and falling at last in a shower of broken color upon thesteps of the high altar Somewhere in the mysterious shadows an unseenmusician touched the keys of the great organ and the voice of theCathedral throbbed through its echoing aisles in tremulous waves ofsound Above the deep tones of the bass notes a delicate melodyfloated like a lark singing above the surfThough the great church seemed empty but for sound and color therelingered among its shadows a few persons who loved it well There werepriests and a few worshipers There was also Father Varennes theVerger and far away in one of the small chapels opening from the apsein the eastern end good Mother Meraut was down upon her knees notpraying as you might suppose but scrubbing the stone floor MotherMeraut was a wise woman she knew when to pray and when to scrub andupon occasion did both with equal energy to the glory of God and theservice of his Church Today it was her task to make the little chapelclean and sweet for was not the Abbe coming to examine theConfirmation Class in its catechism and were not her own two childrenPierre and Pierette in the class In time to the heartbeats of theorgan Mother Meraut swept her brush back and forth and it was alreadynear the hour for the class to assemble when at last she set aside herscrubbingpail wiped her hands upon her apron and began to dust thechairs which had been standing outside the arched entrance and toplace them in orderly rows within the chapelShe had nearly completed her task when there was a taptapping uponthe stone floor and down the long aisle leaning upon his crutch cameFather Varennes He stopped near the chapel and watched her as shewhisked the last chair into place and then paused with her hands uponher hips to make a final inspection of her workBonjour Antoinette said the VergerMother Meraut turned her round cheerful face toward him Ah it isyou Henri she cried come no doubt to see if the chapel is cleanenough for the Abbe Well beholdThe Verger peered through the arched opening and sniffed the wetsoapy smell which pervaded the air One might even eat from your cleanfloor Antoinette he said smiling and taste nothing worse with hisfood than a bit of soap Truly the chapel is as clean as a shrivensoulIts a bold bit of dirt that would try to stand out against medeclared Mother Meraut with a flourish of her dustcloth for when Igo after it I think to myself Ah if I but had one of thosedetestable Germans by the nose how I would grind it and the verythought brings such power to my elbow that I check myself lest I wearthrough the stones of the floorThe Verger laughed then shook his head Truly Antoinette he saidI believe you could seize your husbands gun if he were to fall andfill his place in the Army as well as you fill his place here in theCathedral doing a mans work with a womans strength and smiling asif it were but play Our France can never despair while there are womenlike youMy Jacques shall carry his own gun said Mother Meraut stoutly andbring it home with him when the war is over if God wills and may itbe soon Meanwhile I will help to keep our holy Cathedral clean as heused to do It is not easy work but one must do what one can andsurely it is better to do it with smiles than with tearsThe Verger nodded That is true he said yet it is hard to smile inthe face of sorrowBut we must smilethough our hearts breakfor France and for ourchildren lest they forget joy cried Mother Meraut She smiled as shespoke though her lip trembled I will you the truth Henri sometimeswhen I think of what the Germans have already done in Belgium and mayyet do in France I feel my heart breaking in my bosom And then I sayto myself Courage Antoinette It is our business to live bravely forthe France that is to be when this madness is over Our armies arestill between us and the Boche It is not time to be afraidAnd I tell you they shall not pass cried Father Varennes strikinghis crutch angrily upon the stone floor The brave soldiers of Francewill not permit it Oh if I could but carry a gun instead of this Herattled his crutch despairingly as he spokeMother Meraut sighed Though I am a woman I too wish I might fightthe invaders she said but since I may not carry a gun I will putall the more energy into my broom and sweep the dirt from the Cathedralas I would sweep the Germans back to the Rhine if I couldIt is indeed the only way for women children and such as Igrieved the VergerTut tut answered Mother Meraut

Produced by Amy E Zelmer and Sue Asscher HTML version by Al HainesAUSTRALIAN SEARCH PARTYBYCHARLES HENRY EDENFROMILLUSTRATED TRAVELSA RECORD OFDISCOVERY GEOGRAPHY AND ADVENTUREEDITED BYHW BATESASSISTANTSECRETARY OF THE ROYAL GEOGRAPHICAL SOCIETYAN AUSTRALIAN SEARCH PARTYIBY CHARLES H EDENIN a former narrative published in the preceding volume of theILLUSTRATED TRAVELS I gave an account of a terrible cyclone whichvisited the northeastern coast of Queensland in the autumn of 1866nearly destroying the small settlements of Cardwell and Townsville anddoing an infinity of damage by uprooting heavy timber blocking up thebush roads etc Amongst other calamities attendant on this visitationwas the loss of a small coasting schooner named the Eva bound fromCleveland to Rockingham Bay with cargo and passengers Only those whohave visited Australia can picture to themselves the full horror of acaptivity amongst the degraded blacks with whom this unexploreddistrict abounds and a report of white men having been seen amongstthe wild tribes in the neighbourhood of the Herbert River induced theinhabitants of Cardwell to institute a search party to rescue the crewof the unhappy schooner should they still be alive or to gain somecertain clue to their fate should they have perishedIn my former narrative I described our exploration of the HerbertRiver lying at the south end of Rockingham Channel with its fruitlessissue and I now take up the thread of my story from that pointthinking it can hardly fail to be of interest to the reader not onlyas regards the wild nature of the country traversed but also asshowing the anxiety manifested by the inhabitants of these remotedistricts to clear up the fate of their unhappy brethren I may alsohere mention for the information of such of my readers as may not haveread the preceding portions of the narrative that Cardwell is the nameof a small township situated on the shores of Rockingham Bay and thatTownsville is a settlement some hundred miles further south known alsoas Cleveland BayHOW WE EXPLORED GOULD AND GARDEN ISLANDSWe were all much pleased at a piece of intelligence brought up by theDaylight to the effect that a party of volunteers had been assembledat Cleveland Bay and intended coming up in a small steamer to thesouth end of Hinchinbrook to assist in the search for the missingcrew As it would be of the utmost importance that both parties shouldcooperate I sent my boat down to the mouth of the channel with anote to the leader of the expedition announcing our intention oflanding on the north end of the island and working towards the centreand requesting them to scour their end and then push northward whenwe should most probably meet in the middle of the island The boat hadorders to wait at the bar until the arrival of the steamer and then toreturn with all speed In the meanwhile the Daylight wasdischarging her cargo and we were making preparations for what we wellknew would prove a most arduous undertaking the sequel will show thatwe did not overrate the difficulties before usAt the risk of being tedious I must explain to the reader some of thepeculiarities of Hinchinbrook Island Its length is a little short offorty miles and its shape a rude triangle the apex of which is at thesouth and the north side forming the southern portion of RockinghamBay Now this north side is by no means straight but is curved outinto two or three bays of considerable extent and in one of them standtwo islands named Gould and Garden Islands The latter of these wasour favourite resort for picnics for the dense foliage afforded goodshade and when the tide was low we were enabled to gather mostdelicious oysters from some detached rocks Gould Island isconsiderably larger but rising in a pyramid from the sea and beingcovered with loose boulders it was most tedious climbing From thetownship we could with our glasses see canoes constantly passing andrepassing between these two islands and as the Daylight had aparticularly heavy cargo this trip and would not be clear for the nexttwo days we made up our minds to search the islands and drive theblacks on to Hinchinbrook so that one of our parties must stumbleacross them when we swept it This may seem to the reader unnecessarytrouble but most of our party were conversant with the habits of theblacks and their limited method of reasoning and we judged it probablethat the Herbert River gins would have at once acquainted theHinchinbrook blacks with our unceremonious visit and warned them thatwe should probably soon look them up also Now on the receipt of thisunwelcome intelligence the first thing that would strike the blackswould be the facilities for concealment afforded by Gould or GardenIslands more particularly had they any captives and they would say tothemselves that we should certainly overlook these two outofthewaylittle spots and when we were busy on Hinchinbrook they could easilypaddle themselves and their prisoners to some of the more distant chainof islands where they could lie by until all fear of pursuit was pastSuch was the opinion both of the troopers and of the experiencedbushmen and as we were fully resolved to leave them no loophole forescape we jumped into our boat and pulled gently over to Garden IslandIt was about seven oclock in the morning when we started sixstrongfour whites and Cato and Ferdinandwell armed and with agood supply of provisions The sun was already very hot and the watersmooth as glass save where the prow of the boat broke the stillsurface into a tiny ripple which continued plainly visible half a mileastern I find it difficult to bring before the reader the thousandcurious objects that met us on our way The sullen crocodile baskingin the sun sank noiselessly a splash would be heard and a four feetalbicore would fling himself madly into the air striving vainly toelude the ominous black triangle that cut the water like a knife closein his rear Small chance for the poor fugitive with the ravenousshark following

Produced by Sandra Laythorpe HTML version by Al HainesABBEYCHURCHORSELFCONTROL AND SELFCONCEITBYCHARLOTTE M YONGETHE AUTHOR OF THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFESecond EditionThe Original Printed Text of this work is in the possession of TheCharlotte M Yonge FellowshipNever think yourself safe because you do your duty in ninetyninepoints it is the hundredth which is to be the ground of yourselfdenial which must evidence or rather instance and realize yourfaith Newmans SermonsPREFACERechauffes are proverbially dangerous but everyone runs into themsooner or later and the world has done me the kindness so often toinquire after my first crude attempt that after it has lain for manyyears out of print I have ventured to launch it oncemoreimperfections and allthough it is guilty of the error ofpointing rather to a transient phase of difficulty than to a generalprinciple The wheels of this world go so quickly round that I havelived to see that it would have been wiser in the clergyman to havedirected rather than obstructed the socalled march of intellect Ihave lived also to be somewhat ashamed of the exuberant outpouring ofhistorical allusions which however were perfectly natural among theset of girls from whom my experience was taken but these defects aswell as the more serious one of tyrannical aversion to vulgarity aretoo inherent in this tale to be removed and the real lesson intendedto be conveyed of obedience and sincerity of course remains unchangedThe later story was a rather hasty attempt to parody the modernsensation novel as Northanger Abbey did the Radclyffe school but itmakes the mistake of having too real a mystery However such as theyare the two stories go forth in company trusting that they may notprove too utterly wearisome to be brought forward this second time May 9th 1872ABBEYCHURCHORSELFCONTROL AND SELFCONCEITCHAPTER IOne summer afternoon Helen Woodbourne returned from her daily walkwith her sisters and immediately repaired to the schoolroom in orderto put the finishing touches to a drawing with which she had beenengaged during the greater part of the morning She had not been longestablished there before her sister Katherine came in and taking herfavourite station leaning against the window shutter so as to commanda good view of the street she began Helen do you know that theConsecration is to be on Thursday the twentyeighth instead of theTuesday afterI know Lizzie wished that it could be so said Helen because thetwentyeighth is St Augustines day but I thought that the Bishop hadappointed TuesdayBut Papa wrote to him and he has altered the day as Papa wished Iheard Mamma and Mr Somerville talking about it just now when I wentinto the drawingroom answered KatherineWill everything be ready in time said HelenDear me cried Katherine I wonder if it will What is to be doneif that tiresome Miss Dighten does not send home our dresses in timeWe must go and hurry her tomorrow And I must get Mamma to go toBaysmouth this week to get our ribbons I looked over all Mr Greenson Monday and he has not one bit of pink satin ribbon wide enough orfit to be seenOh but I meant the things in the churchthe cushions and the carvingon the Font said HelenOh dear yes the Font is very nearly done we saw today you knowand as to the cushions Mrs Webbe may have Sarah to help her and thenthey will certainly be finished I wonder whether there will be anyfun said KatherineIs a Consecration an occasion for fun asked Helen very gravelyWhy no I do not exactly mean that replied Katherine but therewill be a great many people and the Mertons staying here and Rupertis always so full of funHmm said Helen I do not suppose he will be come back fromScotlandAnd Mrs Turner says continued Katherine that of course as theBishop is coming to luncheon after Church Mamma must give an elegantdejeuner a la fourchette to everybody Next time I go to St MartinsStreet Mrs Turner is going to give me a receipt for makingblancmanger with some cheap stuff which looks quite as well asisinglass It is made on chemical principles she says for she heardit all explained at the Mechanics Institute And Aunt Anne will besure to bring us some of their grand fruit from Merton Hall What asetout it will be The old Vicarage will not know itself howdelightful it will beSo you think the happiness of the Consecration day depends upon theparty and the luncheon said HelenNo no of course I do not said Katherine but we must think aboutthat too or we should not do what is properSomeone must said Helen but it is happy for us that we are notcalled upon to do so yetWhy we must help Mamma said Katherine I am sure that is our dutyCertainly said Helen but we need not dwell upon such thoughts forour own pleasureNo I do not I am sure said Katherine I do not care about thegrand dejeuner I am sure I think a great deal more about the Churchand the BishopI wonder whether he will come by the railroadAt this moment the door was thrown back hastily and Elizabeth theelder sister of Katherine and Helen darted in looking full ofindignation which she only wanted to pour forth without much caringwhether it was listened to with sympathy or notSo have you heard she began these Hazlebys are coming Did youever hear of such a nuisance Anything so preposterous Mrs Hazlebyat a ConsecrationI should as soon think of asking Gillespie GrumachIt is for the Majors sake of course said Helen he will like tocomeAy but he is not coming he cannot get leave said Elizabeth if hewas I should not mind it so much but it is only Mrs Hazleby and thegirls for

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Produced by Charles Keller and David GarciaIllustration I will teach you to love me he criedTHE GRAIN OF DUST_A NOVEL_BY DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPSILLUSTRATED BY AB WENZELL1911LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSI will teach you to love he he criedYou wont make an outandout idiot of yourself will you UrsulaWould you like to think I was marrying you for what you haveor forany other reason whatever but for what you areIt has killed me he groanedShe glanced complacently down at her softly glistening shouldersFather I have asked you not to interfere between Fred and meEvidently she had been cryingAt Josephines right sat a handsome young foreignerTHE GRAIN OF DUSTIInto the offices of Lockyer Sanders Benchley Lockyer Normancorporation lawyers there drifted on a December afternoon a girl insearch of work at stenography and typewriting The firm was about themost important and most famousradical orators often said infamousinNew York The girl seemed at a glance about as unimportant and obscurean atom as the city hid in its vast ferment She was blondetawny hairfair skin blue eyes Aside from this hardly conclusive mark of identitythere was nothing positive nothing definite about her She was neithertall nor short neither fat nor thin neither grave nor gay She gavethe impression of a young person of the feminine genderthat andnothing more She was plainly dressed like thousands of other girlsin darkish blue jacket and skirt and white shirt waist Her boots andgloves were neat her hair simply and well arranged Perhaps in theserespectsin neatness and tasteshe did excel the average which isdepressingly low But in a city where more or less strikingly prettywomen bent upon being seen are as plentiful as the blackberries ofKentuckys Julyin New York no one would have given her a second lookthis quiet young woman screened in an atmosphere of selfeffacementShe applied to the head clerk It so happened that need for anothertypewriter had just arisen She got a trial showed enough skill towarrant the modest wage of ten dollars a week she became part of theoffice force of twenty or twentyfive young men and women similarlyemployed As her lack of skill was compensated by industry andregularity she would have a job so long as business did not slackenWhen it did she would be among the first to be let go She shrank intoher obscure niche in the great firm came and went in mouselikefashion said little obtruded herself never was all but forgottenNothing could have been more commonplace more trivial than the wholeincident The name of the girl was HallowellMiss Hallowell On thechief clerks pay roll appeared the additional information that herfirst name was Dorothea The head office boy in one of his occasionalspells of freshness addressed her as Miss Dottie She looked at himwith a puzzled expression it presently changed to a slight sweetsmile and she went about her business There was no rebuke in hermanner she was far too selfeffacing for anything so positive as themildest rebuke But the head office boy blushed awkwardlywhy he didnot know and could not discover though he often cogitated upon it Sheremained Miss HallowellOpposites suggest each other The dimmest personality in those officeswas the girl whose name imaged to everyone little more than a pencilnotebook and typewriting machine The vividest personality wasFrederick Norman In the list of names upon the outer doors of thefirms vast labyrinthine suite on the seventeenth floor of theSyndicate Building his name came lastand in the newest letteringsuggesting recentness of partnership In age he was the youngest of thepartners Lockyer was archaic Sanders an antique Benchley actuallyonly about fiftyfive had the air of one born in the grandfather classLockyer the son dyed his hair and affected jauntiness but was in factnot many years younger than Benchley and had the stiffening jerky legsof one paying for a lively youth Norman was thirtysevenat the agethe Greeks extolled as divine because it means all the best of youthcombined with all the best of manhood Some people thought Normanyounger almost boyish Those knew him uptown only where he hid the manof affairs beneath the man of the worldthatamusesitself Some peoplethought he looked and was older than the age with which thebiographical notices credited him They knew him down town onlywherehe dominated by sheer force of intellect and willAs has been said the firm ranked among the greatest in New YorkIt was a trusted counselor in large affairscommercial financialpoliticalin all parts of America in all parts of the globe for manyof its clients were international traffickers Yet this young man thisyoungest and most recent of the partners had within the month forced areorganization of the firmor rather of its profitson a basis thatgave him no less than one half of the wholeHis demand threw his four associates into paroxysms of rage andfearthe fear serving as a wholesome antidote to the rageIt certainly was infuriating that a youth admitted to partnershipbarely three years ago should thus maltreat his associates Ingratewas precisely the epithet for him At least so they honestly thoughtafter the quaint human fashion for because they had given him thepartnership they looked on themselves as his benefactors and neglectedas unimportant detail the sole and entirely selfish reason for theirgraciousness But enraged though these worthy gentlemen were andeagerly though they longed to treat the conceited and grasping upstartas he richly deserved they accepted his ultimatum Even the venerableand venerated Lockyerthan whom a more convinced selfdeceiver on thesubject of his own virtues never wore white whiskers black garmentsand the other badges of eminent respectabilityeven old Joseph Lockyercould not twist the acceptance into another manifestation of thebenevolence of himself and his associates They had to stare thegrimacing truth straight in the face they were yielding because theydared not refuse To refuse would mean the departure of Norman with thefirms most profitable business It costs heavily to live in New Yorkthe families of successful men are extravagant so conduct unbecoming agentleman may not there be resented if to resent is to cut down onesincome The time was as the dignified and nicely honorable Sandersobserved when these and

Produced by Charles Aldarondo HTML version by Al HainesVeranildaByGeorge GissingCONTENTS I THE VANQUISHED ROMAN II BASILS VISION III THE DEACON LEANDER IV TO CUMAE V BASIL AND VERANILDA VI THE EMPERORS COMMAND VII HERESY VIII THE SNARE IX CHORSOMAN X THE ANICIANS XI SEEKING XII HELIODORA XIII THE SOUL OF ROME XIV SILVIAS DREAM XV YOUNG ROME XVI WHISPERS XVII LEANDER THE POLITIC XVIII PELAGIUS XIX THE PRISONER OF PRAENESTE XX THE ISLAND IN THE LIRIS XXI THE BETRAYER BETRAYED XXII DOOM XXIII THE RED HAND XXIV THE MOUNT OF THE MONK XXV THE ABBOTS TOWER XXVI VIVAS IN DEO XXVII THE KING OF THE GOTHS XXVIII AT HADRIANS VILLA XXIX ROME BELEAGUERED XXX CHAPTER ITHE VANQUISHED ROMANSeven years long had the armies of Justinian warred against the Gothsin Italy Victor from Rhegium to Ravenna the great commanderBelisarius had returned to the East Carrying captive a Gothic kingThe cities of the conquered land were garrisoned by barbarians of manytongues who bore the name of Roman soldiers the Italian peoplebrought low by slaughter dearth and plague crouched under therapacious tyranny of governors from ByzantiumThough children born when King Theodoric still reigned had yet scarcegrown to manhood that golden age seemed already a legend of the pastAthalaric Amalasuntha Theodahad last of the Amal blood had held thethrone in brief succession and were gone warriors chosen at will bythe Gothic host mere kings of the battlefield had risen and perishedreduced to a wandering tribe the nation which alone of her invadershad given peace and hope to Italy which alone had reverenced andupheld the laws polity culture of Rome would soon it was thoughtbe utterly destroyed or vanish in flight beyond the Alps Yet war didnot come to an end In the plain of the great river there was once morea chieftain whom the Goths had raised upon their shields a king mensaid glorious in youth and strength and able even yet to worst theEmperors generals His fame increased Ere long he was known to bemoving southward to have crossed the Apennines to have won a battlein Etruria The name of this young hero was TotilaIn these days the senators of Rome heirs to a title whose ancientpower and dignity were halfforgotten abode within the City underconstraint disguised as honour the conquerors hostages One amongthem of noblest name Flavius Anicius Maximus broken in health by thetroubles of the time and by private sorrow languishing all but untodeath in the heavy air of the Tiber was permitted to seek relief in avisit to which he would of his domains in Italy His birth his reputegave warrant of loyalty to the empire and his coffers furnished theprice put upon such a favour by Byzantine greed Maximus chose forrefuge his villa by the Campanian shore vast beautiful half in ruinwhich had been enjoyed by generations of the Anician family situatedabove the little town of Surrentum it caught the cooler breeze and onits mountainous promontory lay apart from the tramp of armies Here assummer burned into autumn the sick man lived in brooding silencefeeling his strength waste and holding to the world only by one desireThe household comprised his unwedded sister Petronilla a lady inmiddle age his nephew Basil and another kinsman Decius a studentand an invalid together with a physician certain freedmen whorendered services of trust a eunuch at the Command of Petronilla andthe usual body of male and female slaves Some score of glebeboundpeasants cultivated the large estate for their lords behoofNotwithstanding the distress that had fallen upon the Roman nobilitymany of whom were sunk into indigence the chief of the Anicii stillcontrolled large means and the disposal of these possessions at hisdeath was matter of interest to many personsnot least to the clergyof Rome who found in the dying mans sister a piously tenaciousadvocate Children had been born to Maximus but the only son whoreached mature years fell a victim to pestilence when Vitiges wascamped about the City There survived one daughter Aurelia Her thefather had not seen for years her he longed to see and to pardon erehe died For Aurelia widowed of her first husband in early youth hadused her liberty to love and wed a flaxenhaired barbarian a lord ofthe Goths and worse still had renounced the Catholic faith for thereligion of the Gothic people that heresy of Arianism condemned andabhorred by Rome In Consequence she became an outcast from her kithand kin Her husband commanded in the city of Cumae hard by NeapolisWhen this stronghold fell before the advance of Belisarius the Gothescaped soon after to die in battle Aurelia a captive of theConquerors remained at Cumae and still was living there though nolonger under restraint Because of its strength this ancient citybecame the retreat of many ladies who fled from Rome before thehardships and perils of the siege from them the proud and unhappywoman ever held apart yet she refused to quit the town when she wouldhave been permitted to do so From his terrace above the Surrentineshore Maximus gazed across the broad gulf to the hills that concealedCumae yearning for the last of his children When at length

Produced by Robert Rowe Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team HTML version by Al HainesFIFTY FAMOUS FABLESBY LIDA BROWN McMURRYPRIMARY CRITIC TEACHER STATE NORMAL SCHOOL DE KALB ILLINOISB F JOHNSON PUBLISHING COMPANYPREFACEThe fifty fables in this book have been selected for second gradereading because they are easily comprehended by pupils of that gradeand because they teach lessons which every child should learnIt is not wise to tell the class the moral application of the fablesIt is better to have each pupil make his own application without anysuggestion from the teacherIn adapting the stories the conversational form has been largely usedthis form not only gives much pleasure to the children but it alsoaffords excellent opportunities for voice cultureMost of the stories have been successfully used for several years withclasses of children in the State Normal School at DeKalbCONTENTSDESIRABILITY OF SELFCONTROL 1 THE TORTOISE AND THE DUCKSRESULTS OF A MEAN JOKE 2 THE MOUSE AND THE FROG 3 THE BOYS AND THE FROGS 4 THE SHEPHERD BOY AND THE WOLFFOLLY OF QUARRELING 5 THE TWO GOATS 6 THE STRIKE OF THE MILL FEEDERS 7 THE FARMER AND HIS SONS 8 THE FOUR OXEN AND THE LIONDEEDS BETTER THAN WORDS 9 THE HUNTER AND THE FARMER 10 THE FOX IN THE WELL 11 THE MICE IN COUNCILFOLLY OF PRIDE 12 THE FOX AND THE CROW 13 THE VAIN CROW 14 THE HORSE AND THE LOADED DONKEY 15 THE LEAVES AND THE ROOTS 16 THE BULL AND THE GNATWISDOM OF HEEDING GOOD ADVICE 17 THE FARMER AND HIS THREE SONS 18 THE YOUNG FOX 19 VISIT OF THE MOUSE TO THE COUNTRY 20 THE TWO DOVESBASENESS OF DECEIT 21 THE HORSE AND THE WOLF 22 THE BIRDS THE BEASTS AND THE BAT 23 THE BEES THE DRONES AND THE WASP 24 THE WOODMAN AND HIS AXE 25 THE FOX WITH HIS TAIL CUT OFF 26 THE BLACKBIRD AND THE DOVERESULTS OF GREEDINESS 27 THE GREEDY DOG 28 THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLD EGGSDESIRABILITY OF CONTENTMENT 29 THE DONKEY AND HIS MASTERS 30 THE COBBLER AND THE RICH MANVALUE OF THINKING FOR ONESELF 31 THE ICE KING 32 THE WOLF THE GOAT AND THE KID 33 THE WISE GOAT 34 THE SHEPHERD AND THE DOGS 35 THE BOY AND THE NUTS 36 THE CROW AND THE PITCHER 37 THE GROCER AND HIS DONKEY 38 THE THREE FISHWISDOM OF SELFRELIANCE 39 THE WAGONER 40 THE LARK AND THE FARMERKINDNESS AND ITS RESULTS 41 THE LION AND THE MOUSE 42 THE ANT AND THE DOVE 43 THE HAPPY FAMILY 44 THE TYRANT WHO BECAME A JUST RULERMISCELLANEOUSWISDOM OF PERSEVERANCE 45 THE HARE AND THE TORTOISEFOLLY OF TRYING TO PLEASE EVERYBODY 46 THE MILLER HIS SON AND THEIR DONKEYAPPEARANCES SOMETIMES DECEITFUL 47 THE PUG DOG AND HIS SHADOWPUNISHMENT OF TREACHERY 48 THE PARTRIDGE IN THE NETGENTLENESS BETTER THAN HARSHNESS 49 THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUNMEANNESS OF SELFISHNESS 50 THE CAMEL AND HIS MASTERFIFTY FAMOUS FABLESTHE TORTOISE AND THE DUCKSTake me with you please called a tortoise to a gray duck and awhite duck that were flying overThe ducks heard the tortoise and flew down toward himDo you really wish to go with us asked the ducks as they came to theground near the tortoiseI surely do replied the tortoise Will you please take meWhy yes I think we can do so said the white duck slowlyThe two ducks talked together in low tones for a few minutes Then theyflew to the woods They soon brought back a strong twig and dropped itin front of the tortoiseNow said the ducks if we take you off to see the world you mustpromise us one thingWhat is that asked the tortoise I will promise almost anything ifyou will let me goYou must promise not to say one word while you are in the air NOT ONEWORD replied the ducksAll right I promise said the tortoise Sometimes I do not say aword for a whole day because there is no one to listen to meWell take firm hold of the middle of the twig we are ready tostart said the gray duckIf you value your life you must hold on tightly said the white duckThe tortoise took hold of the middle of the twig and each duck tookhold of one endThen they flew up up up while the tortoise swung from the middle ofthe twig How he enjoyed it He had never had such a rideThey had gone a long way safely when they came to a hayfield Thehaymakers looked up and saw the ducks and the tortoiseHo ho the tortoise has stolen some wings called one of thehaymakersWhat a queer carriage he has laughed another in a loud voiceI pity his horses said anotherThis made the tortoise so angry that he cried out You but no oneknows what he was going to say for he fell to the ground and waskilledFootnote Adapted from The Tortoise and the Geese in a book of thesame name published by Houghton Mifflin CoTHE MOUSE AND THE FROGA frog while out walking one day saw a mouse coming toward himThere is that foolish mouse said he I will play a good joke onhim and he grinned as he thought how much fun he would haveAs they met the frog said Good morning Sir Mouse I hope I find youwell todayVery well replied the mouse How are youMy health is not very good so I have taken a holiday If you are notbusy what do you say to our spending the day togetherGood answered the mouse I have little to do and nothing would suitme better So they started off togetherThey had not gone far when the frog said Let me tie one of

Produced by Charles Aldarondo HTML version by Al HainesTHE FORTUNATE YOUTHBYWILLIAM J LOCKECHAPTER IPAUL KEGWORTHY lived with his mother Mrs Button his stepfather MrButton and six little Buttons his half brothers and sisters His wasnot an ideal home it consisted in a bedroom a kitchen and a sculleryin a grimy little house in a grimy street made up of rows of exactlysimilar grimy little houses and forming one of a hundred similarstreets in a northern manufacturing town Mr and Mrs Button worked ina factory and took in as lodgers grimy single men who also worked infactories They were not a model couple they were rather in fact thescandal of Budge Street which did not itself enjoy in Bludston areputation for holiness Neither was good to look upon Mr Button whowas Lancashire bred and born divided the yearnings of his spiritbetween strong drink and dogfights Mrs Button a viperous Londoneryearned for noise When Mr Button came home drunk he punched his wifeabout the head and kicked her about the body while they both exhaustedthe vocabulary of vituperation of North and South to the horror andedification of the neighbourhood When Mr Button was sober Mrs Buttonchastised little Paul She would have done so when Mr Button wasdrunk but she had not the time The periods therefore of hismothers martyrdom were those of Pauls enfranchisement If he saw hisstepfather come down the street with steady gait he fled in terror ifhe saw him reeling homeward he lingered about with light and joyousheartThe brood of young Buttons was fed spasmodically and clad at randombut their meals were regular and their raiment well assorted comparedwith Pauls Naturally they came in for clouts and thumps like all thechildren in Budge Street it was only Paul who underwent organizedchastisement The little Buttons often did wrong but in the motherseyes Paul could never do right In an animal way she was fond of thechildren of Button and in a way equally animal she bore a venomousdislike to the child of Kegworthy Who and what Kegworthy had beenneither Paul nor any inhabitant of Bludston knew Once the boyinquired and she broke a worn fryingpan over his head Kegworthywhoever he might have been was wrapt in mystery She had appeared inthe town when Paul was a year old giving herself out as a widow Thatshe was by no means destitute was obvious from the fact that she atonce rented the house in Budge Street took in lodgers and lived ather ease Button who was one of the lodgers cast upon her the eyes ofdesire and married her Why she married Button she could neverdetermine Perhaps she had a romantic ideaand there is romance evenin Budge Streetthat Button would support her He very soon shatteredany such illusion by appropriating the remainder of her fortune andkicking her into the factory with hobnailed boots It would be wrong tosay that Mrs Button did not complain she did She tent the air ofBudge Street with horrible execration but she went to the factorywhere save for the intervals of retirement rendered necessary by thebirths of the little Buttons she was contented enough to stayIf Paul Kegworthy had been of the same fibre as the little Buttons hewould have felt thought and acted as they and this history wouldnever have been written He would have grown up to mans estate in thefactory and have been merged an indistinguishable unit in the drab massof clothcapped humans who at certain hours of the day flood thestreets of Bludston and swarm on the roofs of clanging and shriekingtramcars and on Saturday afternoons gather in clotted greyness on thefootball ground He might have been sober and industrioustheproletariat of Bludston is not entirely composed of Buttonsbut hewould have taken the colour of his environment and the world outsideBludston would never have heard of him Paul however differed greatlyfrom the little Buttons They children of the grey cap and the redshawl resembled hundreds of thousands of little human rabbitssimilarly parented Only the trained eye could have identified themamong a score or two of their congeners For the most part they weredingily fair with snub noses coarse mouths and eyes of anindeterminate blue Of that type once blowsily goodlooking was MrsButton herself But Paul wandered a changeling about the Bludstonstreets In the rows of urchins in the crowded Board School classroomhe sat as conspicuous as any little Martian who might have been bundleddown to earth He had wavy black hair of raven black a dark olivecomplexion flushed in spite of haphazard nourishment and nights spenton the stone floor of the reeking scullery with the warm blood ofhealth great liquid black eyes and the exquisitely delicate featuresof a young Praxitelean god It was this preposterous perfection whichwhile redeeming him from ridiculous beauty by giving his childish facea certain rigidity differentiated him outwardly from his fellows MrButton to whom the unusual was anathema declared that the sight ofthe monstrosity made him sick and rarely suffered him in his presenceand one day Mrs Button discovering him in front of the cracked mirrorin which Mr Button shaved when his hand was steady enough on Sundayafternoons smote him over the face with a pound of rump steak whichshe happened to be carrying instinctively desirous not only to correcther son for vanity but also to spoil the comeliness of which he mightbe vainUntil a wonderful and illuminating happening in his eleventh yearlittle Paul Kegworthy had taken existence with the fatalism of a childOf his stepfather who smelt lustily of sour beer bad tobacco andincidentally of other things undetected by Pauls nostrils and whom hesaw rarely he dwelt in mortal terror When he heard of the Devil atSunday school which he attended to his stepfathers disgust hepictured the Prince of Darkness not as a gentleman not even as apicturesque personage with horns and tail but as Mr Button Asregards his mother he had a confused idea that he was a living blighton her existence He was not sorry because it was not his fault butin his childish way he

Produced by Charles Aldarondo HTML version by Al HainesTHE LOST WORDA Christmas Legend of Long AgoByHENRY VAN DYKENew YorkMDCCCXCVIIIDEDICATED TO MY FRIEND HAMILTON W MABIECONTENTS I THE POVERTY OF HERMAS II A CHRISTMAS LOSS III PARTING BUT NO FAREWELL IV LOVE IN SEARCH OF A WORD V RICHES WITHOUT REST VI GREAT FEAR AND RECOVERED JOYITHE POVERTY OF HERMASCOME down Hermas come down The night is past It is time to bestirring Christ is born today Peace be with you in His name Makehaste and come downA little group of young men were standing in a street of Antioch inthe dusk of early morning fifteen hundred years ago It was a classof candidates who had nearly finished their two years of trainingfor the Christian church They had come to call their fellowstudentHermas from his lodgingTheir voices rang out cheerily through the cool air They were fullof that glad sense of life which the young feel when they awake andcome to rouse one who is still sleeping There was a note offriendly triumph in their call as if they were exultingunconsciously in having begun the adventure of the new day beforetheir comradeBut Hermas was not asleep He had been waking for hours and thedark walls of his narrow lodging had been a prison to his restlessheart A nameless sorrow and discontent had fallen upon him and hecould find no escape from the heaviness of his own thoughtsThere is a sadness of youth into which the old cannot enter Itseems to them unreal and causeless But it is even more bitter andburdensome than the sadness of age There is a sting of resentmentin it a fever of angry surprise that the world should so soon be adisappointment and life so early take on the look of a failure Ithas little reason in it perhaps but it has all the more wearinessand gloom because the man who is oppressed by it feels dimly thatit is an unnatural and an unreasonable thing that he should beseparated from the joy of his companions and tired of living beforehe has fairly begun to liveHermas had fallen into the very depths of this strange selfpity Hewas out of tune with everything around him He had been thinkingthrough the dead still night of all that he had given up when heleft the house of his father the wealthy pagan Demetrius to jointhe company of the Christians Only two years ago he had been one ofthe richest young men in Antioch Now he was one of the poorest Andthe worst of it was that though he had made the choice willinglyand accepted the sacrifice with a kind of enthusiasm he was alreadydissatisfied with itThe new life was no happier than the old He was weary of vigils andfasts weary of studies and penances weary of prayers and sermonsHe felt like a slave in a treadmill He knew that he must go on Hishonour his conscience his sense of duty bound him He could notgo back to the old careless pagan life again for something hadhappened within him which made a return impossible Doubtless he hadfound the true religion but he had found it only as a task and aburden its joy and peace had slipped away from himHe felt disillusioned and robbed He sat beside his hard littlecouch waiting without expectancy for the gray dawn of another emptyday and hardly lifting his head at the shouts of his friendsCome down Hermas you sluggard Come down It is Christmas mornAwake and be glad with usI am coming he answered listlessly only have patience a momentI have been awake since midnight and waiting for the dayYou hear him said his friends one to another How he puts us allto shame He is more watchful more eager than any of us Ourmaster John the Presbyter does well to be proud of him He is thebest man in our class When he is baptized the church will get astrong memberWhile they were talking the door opened and Hermas stepped out Hewas a figure to be remarked in any companytall broadshoulderedstraighthipped with a head proudly poised on the firm column ofthe neck and short brown curls clustering over the square foreheadIt was the perpetual type of vigourous and intelligent young manhoodsuch as may be found in every century among the throngs of ordinarymen as if to show what the flower of the race should be But thelight in his dark blue eyes was clouded and uncertain his smoothcheeks were leaner than they should have been at twenty and therewere downward lines about his mouth which spoke of desires unsatisfiedand ambitions repressed He joined his companions with briefgreetingsa nod to one a word to anotherand they passed togetherdown the steep streetOverhead the mystery of daybreak was silently transfiguring the skyThe curtain of darkness had lifted softly upward along the edge ofthe horizon The ragged crests of Mount Silpius were outlined withpale rosy light In the central vault of heaven a few large starstwinkled drowsily The great city still chiefly pagan lay morethan half asleep But multitudes of the Christians dressed in whiteand carrying lighted torches in their hands were hurrying towardthe Basilica of Constantine to keep the latest holy day of thechurch the new festival of the birthday of their MasterThe vast bare building was soon crowded and the younger convertswho were not yet permitted to stand among the baptized found itdifficult to come to their appointed place between the first twopillars of the house just within the threshold There was somegoodhumoured pressing and jostling about the door but thecandidates pushed steadily forwardBy your leave friends our station is beyond you Will you let uspass Many thanksA touch here a courteous nod there a little patience a littlepersistence and at last they stood in their place Hermas wastaller than his companions he could look easily over their headsand survey the white sea of people stretching away through thecolumns under the shadows of the high roof as the

Produced by Duncan Harrod HTML version by Al HainesThe Tides Of BarnegatbyF Hopkinson SmithCONTENTS I THE DOCTORS GIG II SPRING BLOSSOMS III LITTLE TOD FOGARTY IV ANN GOSSAWAYS RED CLOAK V CAPTAIN NATS DECISION VI A GAME OF CARDS VII THE EYES OF AN OLD PORTRAIT VIII AN ARRIVAL IX THE SPREAD OF FIRE X A LATE VISITOR XI MORTON COBDENS DAUGHTER XII A LETTER FROM PARIS XIII SCOOTSYS EPITHET XIV HIGH WATER AT YARDLEY XV A PACKAGE OF LETTERS XVI THE BEGINNING OF THE EBB XVII BREAKERS AHEAD XVIII THE SWEDES STORY XIX THE BREAKING OF THE DAWN XX THE UNDERTOW XXI THE MAN IN THE SLOUCH HAT XXII THE CLAW OF THE SEAPUSSTHE TIDES OF BARNEGATCHAPTER ITHE DOCTORS GIGOne lovely spring morningand this story begins on a spring morningsome fifty years or more agoa joy of a morning that made one glad tobe alive when the radiant sunshine had turned the ribbon of a roadthat ran from Warehold village to Barnegat Light and the sea to satinthe wide marshes to velvet and the belts of stunted pines to bands ofpurpleon this spring morning then Martha Sands the Cobdens nursewas out with her dog Meg She had taken the little beast to the innerbeach for a batha custom of hers when the weather was fine and thewater not too coldand was returning to Warehold by way of the roadwhen calling the dog to her side she stopped to feast her eyes on thepicture unrolled at her feetTo the left of where she stood curved the coast glistening like ascimitar and the strip of yellow beach which divided the narrow bayfrom the open sea to the right thrust out into the sheen of silverlay the spit of sand narrowing the inlet its edges scalloped with lacefoam its extreme point dominated by the grim tower of Barnegat Lightaloft high into the blue soared the gulls flashing like jewels asthey lifted their breasts to the sun while away and beyond the sailsof the fishingboats gray or silver in their shifting tacks crawledover the wrinkled seaThe glory of the landscape fixed in her mind Martha gathered her shawlabout her shoulders tightened the strings of her white cap smoothedout her apron and with the remark to Meg that hed never see nothinso beautiful nor so restful resumed her walkThey were inseparable these two and had been ever since the day shehad picked him up outside the tavern half starved and with a sorepatch on his back where some kitchenmaid had scalded him Somehow thepoor outcast brought home to her a sad page in her own history whenshe herself was homeless and miserable and no hand was stretched outto her So she had coddled and fondled him gaining his confidence dayby day and talking to him by the hour of whatever was uppermost in hermindFew friendships presented stronger contrasts She stout andmotherlylookingtoo stout for any waistlinewith kindly blue eyessmooth gray hairgray not whiteher round rosy face framed in acotton cap aglow with the freshness of the morninga comfortingcoddlingup kind of woman of fifty with a low crooning voice gentlefingers and soft restful hollows about her shoulders and bosom forthe heads of tired babies Meg thin rickety and sneakeyed with abroken tail that hung at an angle and but one ear a blackandtan hadruined the othera sandycolored roughhaired goodfornothing curof multifarious lineage who was either crouching at her feet or infull cry for some hole in a fence or rift in a woodpile where he couldflatten out and sulk in safetyMartha continued her talk to Meg While she had been studying thelandscape he had taken the opportunity to wallow in whatever camefirst and his wet hair was bristling with sand and matted with burrsCome here Megyou measly rascal she cried stamping her footCome here I tell yeThe dog crouched close to the ground waited until Martha was nearenough to lay her hand upon him and then with a backward springdarted under a bush in full blossomLook at ye now she shouted in a commanding tone Taint no use omy washin ye Yere full o thistles and jest as dirty as when Ithrowed ye in the water Come out o that I tell ye Now Megdarlinthis came in a coaxing tonecome out like a good dogsureIm not goin in them brambles to hunt yeA clatter of hoofs rang out on the morning air A twowheeled gig drawnby a wellgroomed sorrel horse and followed by a brownhaired Irishsetter was approaching In it sat a man of thirty dressed in a longmousecolored surtout with a wide cape falling to the shoulders On hishead was a soft gray hat and about his neck a white scarf showing abovethe lapels of his coat He had thin shapely legs a flat waist andsquare shoulders above which rose a cleanshaven face of singularsweetness and refinementAt the sound of the wheels the tattered cur poked his head from betweenthe blossoms twisted his one ear to catch the sound and with asidespring bounded up the road toward the setterWell I declare if it aint Dr John Cavendish and Rex Marthaexclaimed raising both hands in welcome as the horse stopped besideher Goodmornin to ye Doctor John I thought it was you but thesun blinded me and I couldnt see And ye never saw a better nor abrighter mornin

Produced by Judith Boss and Marvin PetersonSONG OF THE LARKBy Willa Cather1915 editionCONTENTS PART I FRIENDS OF CHILDHOOD II THE SONG OF THE LARK III STUPID FACES IV THE ANCIENT PEOPLE V DOCTOR ARCHIES VENTURE VI KRONBORG EPILOGUEPART I FRIENDS OF CHILDHOODIDr Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewishclothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight inMoonstone His offices were in the Duke Block over the drug storeLarry the doctors man had lit the overhead light in the waitingroomand the double students lamp on the desk in the study The isinglasssides of the hardcoal burner were aglow and the air in the study wasso hot that as he came in the doctor opened the door into his littleoperatingroom where there was no stove The waiting room was carpetedand stiffly furnished something like a country parlor The study hadworn unpainted floors but there was a look of winter comfort about itThe doctors flattop desk was large and well made the papers were inorderly piles under glass weights Behind the stove a wide bookcasewith double glass doors reached from the floor to the ceiling It wasfilled with medical books of every thickness and color On the top shelfstood a long row of thirty or forty volumes bound all alike in darkmottled board covers with imitation leather backsAs the doctor in New England villages is proverbially old so the doctorin small Colorado towns twentyfive years ago was generally youngDr Archie was barely thirty He was tall with massive shoulderswhich he held stiffly and a large wellshaped head He was adistinguishedlooking man for that part of the world at leastThere was something individual in the way in which his reddishbrownhair parted cleanly at the side bushed over his high forehead Hisnose was straight and thick and his eyes were intelligent He wore acurly reddish mustache and an imperial cut trimly which made him looka little like the pictures of Napoleon III His hands were large andwell kept but ruggedly formed and the backs were shaded with crinklyreddish hair He wore a blue suit of woolly widewaled serge thetraveling men had known at a glance that it was made by a Denver tailorThe doctor was always well dressedDr Archie turned up the students lamp and sat down in the swivel chairbefore his desk He sat uneasily beating a tattoo on his knees with hisfingers and looked about him as if he were bored He glanced at hiswatch then absently took from his pocket a bunch of small keysselected one and looked at it A contemptuous smile barely perceptibleplayed on his lips but his eyes remained meditative Behind the doorthat led into the hall under his buffaloskin drivingcoat was a lockedcupboard This the doctor opened mechanically kicking aside a pile ofmuddy overshoes Inside on the shelves were whiskey glasses anddecanters lemons sugar and bitters Hearing a step in the emptyechoing hall without the doctor closed the cupboard again snapping theYale lock The door of the waitingroom opened a man entered and cameon into the consultingroomGoodevening Mr Kronborg said the doctor carelessly Sit downHis visitor was a tall loosely built man with a thin brown beardstreaked with gray He wore a frock coat a broadbrimmed black hat awhite lawn necktie and steel rimmed spectacles Altogether there was apretentious and important air about him as he lifted the skirts of hiscoat and sat downGoodevening doctor Can you step around to the house with me I thinkMrs Kronborg will need you this evening This was said with profoundgravity and curiously enough with a slight embarrassmentAny hurry the doctor asked over his shoulder as he went into hisoperatingroomMr Kronborg coughed behind his hand and contracted his brows His facethreatened at every moment to break into a smile of foolish excitementHe controlled it only by calling upon his habitual pulpit manner WellI think it would be as well to go immediately Mrs Kronborg will bemore comfortable if you are there She has been suffering for sometimeThe doctor came back and threw a black bag upon his desk He wrote someinstructions for his man on a prescription pad and then drew on hisovercoat All ready he announced putting out his lamp Mr Kronborgrose and they tramped through the empty hall and down the stairway tothe street The drug store below was dark and the saloon next door wasjust closing Every other light on Main Street was outOn either side of the road and at the outer edge of the board sidewalkthe snow had been shoveled into breastworks The town looked small andblack flattened down in the snow muffled and all but extinguishedOverhead the stars shone gloriously It was impossible not to noticethem The air was so clear that the white sand hills to the east ofMoonstone gleamed softly Following the Reverend Mr Kronborg along thenarrow walk past the little dark sleeping houses the doctor looked upat the flashing night and whistled softly It did seem that people werestupider than they need be as if on a night like this there ought to besomething better to do than to sleep nine hours or to assist MrsKronborg in functions which she could have performed so admirablyunaided He wished he had gone down to Denver to hear Fay Templeton singSeeSaw Then he remembered that he had a personal interest in thisfamily after all They turned into another street and saw before themlighted windows a low storyandahalf house with a wing built on atthe right and a kitchen addition at the back everything a little on theslantroofs windows and doors As they approached the gate PeterKronborgs pace grew brisker His nervous ministerial cough annoyed thedoctor Exactly as if he were

Produced by David WidgerVITTORIABy George MeredithCONTENTS BOOK 1 I UP MONTE MOTTERONE II ON THE HEIGHTS III SIGNORINA VITTORIA IV AMMIANIS INTERCESSION V THE SPY VI THE WARNING VII BARTO RIZZO VIII THE LETTER BOOK 2 IX IN VERONA X THE POPES MOUTH XI LAURA PIAVENI XII THE BRONZE BUTTERFLY XIII THE PLOT OF THE SIGNOR ANTONIO BOOK 3 XIV AT THE MAESTROS DOOR XV AMMIANI THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT XVI COUNTESS AMMIANI XVII IN THE PIAZZA DARMI XVIII THE NIGHT OF THE FIFTEENTH XIX THE PRIMA DONNA BOOK 4 XX THE OPERA OF CAMILLA XXI THE THIRD ACT XXII WILFRID COMES FORWARD XXIII FIRST HOURS OF THE FLIGHT XXIV ADVENTURES OF VITTORIA AND ANGELO XXV ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS BOOK 5 XXVI THE DUEL IN THE PASS XXVII A NEW ORDEAL XXVIII THE ESCAPE OF ANGELO BOOK 6 XXIX EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE TOBACCO RIOTS RINALDO GUIDASCARPI XXX EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE FIVE DAYS OF MILAN XXXI EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARVITTORIA DISOBEYS HER LOVER XXXII EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE TREACHERY OF PERICLESTHE WRITE UMBRELLATHE DEATH OF RINALDO GUIDASCARPI BOOK 7 XXXIII EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARCOUNT KARL LENKENSTEIN THE STORY OF THE GUIDASCARPITHE VICTORY OF THE VOLUNTEERS XXXIV EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE DEEDS OF BARTO RIZZO THE MEETING AT ROVEREDO XXXV CLOSE OF THE LOMBARD CAMPAIGNVITTORIAS PERPLEXITY XXXVI A FRESH ENTANGLEMENT XXXVII ON LAGO MAGGIORE XXXVIII VIOLETTA DISORELLA XXXIX ANNA OF LENKENSTEIN BOOK 8 XL THROUGH THE WINTER XLI THE INTERVIEW XLII THE SHADOW OF CONSPIRACY XLIII THE LAST MEETING IN MILAN XLIV THE WIFE AND THE HUSBAND XLV SHOWS MANY PATHS CONVERGING TO THE END XLVI THE LAST EPILOGUECHAPTER IFrom Monte Motterone you survey the Lombard plain It is a towering domeof green among a hundred pinnacles of grey and rustred crags Atdawn the summit of the mountain has an eagle eye for the far Venetianboundary and the barrier of the Apennines but with sunrise come themists The vast brown level is seen narrowing in the Ticino and theSesia waters nearest quiver on the air like sleepy lakes the plain isengulphed up to the high ridges of the distant Southern mountain rangewhich lie stretched to a faint cloudlike line in shape like a solitarymonster of old seas crossing the Deluge Long arms of vapour stretchacross the urnlike valleys and gradually thickening and swellingupward enwrap the scored bodies of the ashenfaced peaks and thepastures of the green mountain till the heights become islands overa forgotten earth Bells of herds down the hidden run of the sweetgrasses and a continuous leaping of its rivulets give the Motteronea voice of youth and homeliness amid that stern company of Titanheadsfor whom the hawk and the vulture cry The storm has beaten at themuntil they have got the aspect of the storm They take colour fromsunlight and are joyless in colour as in shade When the lower worldis under pushing steam they wear the look of the revolted sons of Timefast chained before scornful heaven in an iron peace Day at last bringsvigorous fire arrows of light pierce the mistwreaths the dancingdraperies the floors of vapour and the mountain of piled pasturages isseen with its foot on the shore of Lago Maggiore Down an extreme gulfthe full sunlight as if darting on a jewel in the deeps seizes thebluegreen lake with its isles The villages along the darklywoodedborders of the lake show white as clustered swans here and there atented boat is visible shooting from terraces of vines or hanging onits shadow Monte Boscero is unveiled the semicircle of the Piedmonteseand the Swiss peaks covering Lake Orta behind on along the Ticineseand the Grisons leftward toward and beyond the Lugano hills stand barein black and grey and rustred and purple You behold a burnished realmof mountain and plain beneath the royal sun of Italy In the foregroundit shines hard as the lines of an irradiated Cellini shield Fartheraway over middle ranges that are soft and clear it melts confusingthe waters with hot rays and the forests with darkness to wherewavering in and out of view like

Produced by David WidgerONE OF OUR CONQUERORS CompleteBy George Meredith1897CONTENTS BOOK 1 I ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE II THROUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE III OLD VEUVE IV THE SECOND BOTTLE V THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD VI NATALY VII BETWEEN A GENERAL MAN OF THE WORLD AND A PROFESSIONAL VIII SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS IX AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS X SKEPSEY IN MOTION XI WHEREIN WE BEHOLD THE COUPLE JUSTIFIED OF LOVE HAVING SIGHT OF THEIR SCOURGE BOOK 2 XII TREATS OF THE DUMBNESS POSSIBLE WITH MEMBERS OF A HOUSEHOLD HAVING ONE HEART XIII THE LATEST OF MRS BURMAN XIV DISCLOSES A STAGE ON THE DRIVE TO PARIS XV A PATRIOT ABROAD XVI ACCOUNTS FOR SKEPSEYS MISCONDUCT SHOWING HOW IT AFFECTED NATALY XVII CHIEFLY UPON THE THEME OF A YOUNG MAIDS IMAGININGS XVIII SUITORS FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA BOOK 3 XIX TREATS OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE AND THE DISSENSION BETWEEN THEM AND OF A SATIRISTS MALIGNITY IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS COUNTRY XX THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELAND XXI DARTREY FENELLAN XXII CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN XXIII TREATS OF THE LADIES LAPDOG TASSO FOR AN INSTANCE OF MOMENTOUS EFFECTS PRODUCED BY VERY MINOR CAUSES XXIV NESTAS ENGAGEMENT BOOK 4 XXV NATALY IN ACTION XXVI IN WHICH WE SEE A CONVENTIONAL GENTLE MAN ENDEAVOURING TO EXAMINE A SPECTRE OF HIMSELF XXVII CONTAINS WHAT IS A SMALL THING OR A GREAT AS THE SOUL OF THE CHIEF ACTOR MAY DECIDE XXVIII MRS MARSETT XXIX SHOWS ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD CROSSING A VIRGINS MIND XXX THE BURDEN UPON NESTA XXXI SHOWS HOW THE SQUIRES IN A CONQUERORS SERVICE HAVE AT TIMES TO DO KNIGHTLY CONQUEST OF THEMSELVES XXXII SHOWS HOW TEMPER MAY KINDLE TEMPER AND AN INDIGNANT WOMAN GET HER WEAPON XXXIII A PAIR OF WOOERS XXXIV CONTAINS DEEDS UNRELATED AND EXPOSITIONS OF FEELINGS XXXV IN WHICH AGAIN WE MAKE USE OF THE OLD LAMPS FOR LIGHTING AN ABYSMAL DARKNESS BOOK 5 XXXVI NESTA AND HER FATHER XXXVII THE MOTHERTHE DAUGHTER XXXVIII NATALY NESTA AND DARTREY FENELLAN XXXIX A CHAPTER IN THE SHADOW OF MRS MARSETT XL AN EXPIATION XLI THE NIGHT OF THE GREAT UNDELIVERED SPEECH XLII THE LASTCHAPTER I ACROSS LONDON BRIDGEA gentleman noteworthy for a lively countenance and a waistcoat tomatch it crossing London Bridge at noon on a gusty April day wasalmost magically detached from his conflict with the gale by some slystrip of slipperiness abounding in that conduit of the markets whichhad more or less adroitly performed the trick upon preceding passengersand now laid this one flat amid the shuffle of feet peaceful for themoment as the uncomplaining who have gone to Sabrina beneath the tidesHe was unhurt quite sound merely astonished he remarked in reply tothe inquiries of the first kind helper at his elbow and it appeared anacceptable statement of his condition He laughed shook his coattailssmoothed the back of his head rather thoughtfully thankfully receivedhis runaway hat nodded bright beams to right and left and making lightof the muddy stigmas imprinted by the pavement he scattered anothershower of his nods and smiles around to signify that as his goodfriends would wish he thoroughly felt his legs and could walk unaidedAnd he was in the act of doing it questioning his familiar behindthe waistcoat amazedly to tell him how such a misadventure could haveoccurred to him of all men when a glance below his chin discomposed hisoutward face Oh confound the fellow he said with simple franknessand was humorously ruffled having seen absurd blots of smutty knucklesdistributed over the maiden waistcoatHis outcry was no more than the confidential communication of a genialspirit with that distinctive article of his attire At the same timefor these friendly people about him to share the fun of the annoyancehe looked hastily brightly back seeming with the contraction of hisbrows to frown on the little band of observant Samaritans in thecentre

Produced by Charles Aldarondo HTML version by Al HainesLOST IN THE FOGbyJAMES DE MILLE1870IOld Acquaintances gather around old ScenesAntelope ahoyHow areyou SolomonRoundabout Plan of a round about VoyageThe Doctorwarns rebukes and remonstrates but alas in vainIt must bedoneBeginning of a highly eventful VoyageIt was a beautiful morning in the month of July when a crowd of boysassembled on the wharf of Grand Pre The tide was high the turbidwaters of Mud Creek flowed around a fresh breeze blew and if anycraft was going to sea she could not have found a better time Thecrowd consisted chiefly of boys though a few men were mingled withthem These boys were from Grand Pre School and are all oldacquaintances There was the stalwart frame of Bruce the Roman faceof Arthur the bright eyes of Bart the slender frame of Phil and theearnest glance of Tom There too was Pats merry smile and thestolid look of Bogud and the meditative solemnity of Jiggins not tospeak of others whose names need not be mentioned Amid the crowd theface of Captain Corbet was conspicuous and the dark visage of Solomonwhile that of the mate was distinguishable in the distance To allthese the good schooner Antelope formed the centre of attraction andalso of action It was on board of her that the chief bustle tookplace and towards her that all eyes were turnedThe good schooner Antelope had made several voyages during the past fewmonths and now presented herself to the eye of the spectator not muchchanged from her former self A fine fresh coat of coal tar had butrecently ornamented her fair exterior while a coat of whitewash insidethe hold had done much to drive away the odor of the fragrant potatoRigging and sails had been repaired as well as circumstances wouldpermit and in the opinion of her gallant captain she was eminentlyseaworthyOn the present occasion things bore the appearance of a voyage Trunkswere passed on board and put below together with coats cloaksbedding and baskets of provisions The deck was strewn about with themultifarious requisites of a ships company The Antelope at thattime seemed in part an emigrant vessel with a dash of the yacht andthe coasting schoonerIn the midst of all this two gentlemen worked their way through thecrowd to the edge of the wharfWell boys said one well captain whats the meaning of all thisCaptain Corbet started at this and looked up from a desperate effortto secure the end of one of the sailsWhy Dr Porter said he why doctorhow dye doand Mr Longtoowhy raillyThe boys also stopped their work and looked towards their teacherswith a little uneasinessWhats all this said Dr Porter looking around with a smile areyou getting up another expeditionWal no said Captain Corbet not xactly fact is were kine ogoin to take a vyge deoun the bayDown the bayYes You see the boys kine o want to go home by water rayther thanby landBy water Home by water repeated Mr Long doubtfullyYes said Captain Corbet an bein as the schewner was in goodrepair an corked an coaltarred an whitewashed up fust rate I kineo thought it would redound to our mootooil benefit if we went off onsich a excursionbein pleasanter cheaper comfortabler an every waypreferable to a land towerHem said Dr Porter looking uneasily about I dont altogetherlike it Boys what does it all meanThus appealed to Bart became spokesman for the boysWhy sir said he we thought wed like to go home by waterthatsallGo home by water repeated the doctor once more with a curious smileYes sirWhat by the Bay of FundyYes sirWho are goingWell sir there are only a few of us Bruce and Arthur and Tomand Phil and Pat besides myselfBruce and Arthur said the doctor are they going home by the Bay ofFundyYes sir said Bart with a smileI dont see how they can get to the Gulf of St Lawrence and PrinceEdwards Island from the Bay of Fundy said the doctor without goinground Nova Scotia and that will be a journey of many hundred milesO no sir said Bruce we are going first to MonctonO is that the ideaYes sirAnd where will you go from MonctonTo Shediac and then homeAnd are you going to Newfoundland by that route Tom asked thedoctorYes sir said Tom gravelyFrom ShediacYes sirI never knew before that there were vessels going from Shediac toNewfoundlandO Im going to Prince Edwards Island first sir with Bruce andArthur said Tom Ill find my way home from thereThe doctor smiledIm afraid youll find it a long journey before you reach home Wontyour friends be anxiousO no sir I wrote that I wanted to visit Bruce and Arthur and theygave me leaveAnd you Phil are you going home by the AntelopeYes sirYou are going exactly in a straight line away from itAm I sirOf course you are This isnt the way to ChesterWell sir you see Im going to visit Bart at St JohnO I understand And that is your plan thenYes sir said Bart Pat is going tooWhere are you going firstFirst sir we will sail to the Petitcodiac River and go up it as faras Moncton where Bruce and Arthur and Tom will leave usAnd thenThen we will go to St John where Phil and Pat and I will leaveher Solomon too will leave her thereSolomon cried the doctor What Solomon Is Solomon going Whywhat can I do without Solomon Here HalloSolomon What in theworlds the meaning of all thisThus summoned Solomon came forth from the cabin into which he haddived at the first appearance of the doctor His eyes were downcasthis face was demure his attitude and manner were abjectSolomon said the doctor whats this I hear Are you going to StJohnOny temply sahjist a leetle visit sah said Solomon veryhumbly stealing looks at the boys from his downcast eyesBut what

Produced by Tonya Allen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team This file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsBIOGRAPHIES OF WORKING MENBYGRANT ALLEN BACONTENTSI THOMAS TELFORD STONEMASONII GEORGE STEPHENSON ENGINEMANIII JOHN GIBSON SCULPTORIV WILLIAM HERSCHEL BANDSMANV JEAN FRANCOIS MILLET PAINTERVI JAMES GARFIELD CANAL BOYVII THOMAS EDWARD SHOEMAKERPREFACEMy acknowledgments are due to Dr Smiless Lives of the EngineersLife of the Stephensons and Life of a Scotch Naturalist to LadyEastlakes Life of Gibson to Mr Holdens Life of Sir WilliamHerschel to M Seusiers J F Millet Sa Vie et Ses OEuvres and toMr Thayers Life of President Garfield from which most of the factshere narrated have been derivedG AITHOMAS TELFORD STONEMASONHigh up among the heatherclad hills which form the broad dividingbarrier between England and Scotland the little river Esk brawls andbickers over its stony bed through a wild land of barren braesides andbrown peat mosses forming altogether some of the gloomiest and mostforbidding scenery in the whole expanse of northern Britain Almost theentire bulk of the counties of Dumfries Kirkcudbright and Ayr iscomposed of just such solemn desolate upland wolds with only a fewstray farms or solitary cottages sprinkled at wide distances over theirbare bleak surface and with scarcely any sign of life in any part savethe little villages which cluster here and there at long intervalsaround some stern and simple Scottish church Yet the hardy people whoinhabit this wild and chilly moorland country may well be considered torank among the best raw material of society in the whole of Britain forfrom the peasant homes of these southern Scotch Highlands have comeforth among a host of scarcely less distinguished natives three menat least who deserve to take their place in the very front line ofBritish thinkers or workersThomas Telford Robert Burns and ThomasCarlyle By origin all three alike belonged in the very strictest senseto the working classes and the story of each is full of lessons or ofwarnings for every one of us but that of Telford is perhaps the mostencouraging and the most remarkable of all as showing how much may beaccomplished by energy and perseverance even under the most absolutelyadverse and difficult circumstancesNear the upper end of Eskdale in the tiny village of Westerkirk ayoung shepherds wife gave birth to a son on the 9th of August 1757Her husband John Telford was employed in tending sheep on aneighbouring farm and he and his Janet occupied a small cottage closeby with mud walls and rudely thatched roof such as in southern Englandeven the humblest agricultural labourer would scarcely consent willinglyto inhabit Before the child was three months old his father died andJanet Telford was left alone in the world with her unweaned baby But inremote country districts neighbours are often more neighbourly than ingreat towns and a poor widow can manage to eke out a livelihood forherself with an occasional lift from the helping hands of friendlyfellowvillagers Janet Telford had nothing to live upon save her ownten fingers but they were handy enough after the sturdy Scotchfashion and they earned some sort of livelihood in a humble way forherself and her fatherless boy The farmers about found her work ontheir farms at haymaking or milking and their wives took the child homewith them while its mother was busy labouring in the harvest fieldsAmid such small beginnings did the greatest of English engineers beforethe railway era receive his first hard lessons in the art of lifeAfter her husbands death the poor widow removed from her old cottageto a still more tiny hut which she shared with a neighboura verysmall hut with a single door for both families and here young TamTelford spent most of his boyhood in the quiet honourable poverty of theuncomplaining rural poor As soon as he was big enough to herd sheep hewas turned out upon the hillside in summer like any other ragged countryladdie and in winter he tended cows receiving for wages only his foodand money enough to cover the cost of his scanty clothing He went toschool too how nobody now knows but he _did_ go to the parishschool of Westerkirk and there he learnt with a will in the wintermonths though he had to spend the summer on the more profitable task ofworking in the fields To a steady earnest boy like young Tam Telfordhowever it makes all the difference in the world that he should havebeen to school no matter how simply Those twentysix letters of thealphabet once fairly learnt are the key after all to all the booklearning in the whole world Without them the shepherdboy might remainan ignorant unprogressive shepherd all his life long even hisundeniable native energy using itself up on nothing better than awattled hurdle or a thatched roof with them the path is open beforehim which led Tam Telford at last to the Menai Bridge and WestminsterAbbeyWhen Tam had gradually eaten his way through enough thin oatmealporridge with very little milk we fear to make him into a hearty ladof fifteen it began to be high time for him to choose himself a finalprofession in life such as he was able And here already the borntastes of the boy began to show themselves for he had no liking for thehomely shepherds trade he felt a natural desire for a chisel and ahammerthe engineer was there already in the grainand he wasaccordingly apprenticed to a stonemason in the little town of Lochmabenbeyond the purple hills to eastward But his master was a hard man hehad small mercy for the raw lad and after trying to manage with him fora few months Tam gave it up took the law into his own hands and ranaway Probably the provocation was severe for in afterlife Telfordalways showed himself duly respectful to constituted authority and weknow that petty selfmade masterworkmen are often apt to be excessivelysevere to their own hired helpers and especially to helpless lads oryoung apprentices At any rate Tam wouldnt go back and in the end awelltodo cousin who had risen to

Produced by Charles Aldarondo HTML version by Al HainesTHE CROWN OF LIFEbyGeorge GissingCHAPTER IAmid the throng of suburban arrivals volleyed forth from WaterlooStation on a May morning in the year 86 moved a slim darkabsentlooking young man of oneandtwenty whose name was Piers OtwayIn regard to costumeblameless silk hat and dark morning coat withlighter trousersthe City would not have disowned him but he had notthe City countenance The rush for omnibus seats left him unconcernedclear of the railway station he walked at a moderate pace his eyesmostly on the ground he crossed the footbridge to Charing Cross andsteadily made his way into the Haymarket where his progress wasarrested by a picture shopA window hung with engravings mostly after pictures of the day someof them very large and attractive to a passing glance One or twoadmirable landscapes offered solace to the streetwearied imaginationbut upon these Piers Otway did not fix his eye it was drawnirresistibly to the faces and forms of beautiful women set forth withvaried allurement Some great lady of the passing time lounged inexquisite array amid luxurious furniture lightly suggested the faintsmile of her flattered loveliness hovered about the gazer the subtleperfume of her presence touched his nerves the greys of her complexiontransmuted themselves through the current of his blood into lifescarnation whilst he dreamed upon her lips his breath was caught asthough of a sudden she had smiled for him and for him alone Near toher was a maiden of Hellas resting upon a marble seat her eyes benttowards some AEgean isle the translucent robe clung about her perfectbody her breast was warm against the white stone the mazes of herwoven hair shone with unguent The gazer lost himself in memories ofepic and idyll warming through worship to desire Then his lookstrayed to the next engraving a peasant girl consummate in grace andstrength supreme in chaste pride cheek and neck softglowing from thesunny field eyes revealing the heart at one with nature Others therewere women of many worlds only less beautiful but by these three theyoung man was held bound He could not satisfy himself with looking andmusing he could not pluck himself away An old experience he alwayslingered by the print shops of the Haymarket and always went on withtroubled blood with mind rapt above familiar circumstance dreamingpassionately making wild forecast of his fateAt this hour of the morning not many passers had leisure to stand andgaze one however came to a pause beside Piers Otway and viewed theengravings He was a man considerably older not so well dressed butstill on the strength of externals entitled to the style ofgentleman his brown hard felt hat was entirely respectable as werehis tan gloves and his boots but the cutaway coat began to hint atrelease from service and the trousers owed a superficial smartnessmerely to being tightly strapped This man had a not quite agreeableface inasmuch as it was smoothly shaven and exhibited a peculiarmobility it might have denoted him an actor but the actor is wont totwinkle a goodnatured mood which did not appear upon this visage Thecontour was good and spoke intelligence the eyes must once have beencharming It was a face which had lost by the advance of years whichhad hardened where it was soft and seemed likely to grow harder yetfor about the lips as he stood examining these pictures came asuggestion of the vice in blood which tends to cruelty The nostrilsbegan to expand and to tremble a little the eyes seemed to projectthemselves the long throat grew longer Presently he turned a glanceupon the young man standing near to him and in that moment hisexpression entirely alteredWhy he exclaimed PiersThe other gave a start of astonishment and at once smiled recognitionDaniel I hadnt lookedI had no idea They shook hands withgraceful cordiality on the elder mans part with a slightlyembarrassed goodwill on that of the younger Daniel Otway whose agewas about eightandthirty stood in the relation of halfbrotherhoodto Piers a relation suggested by no single trait of their visagesPiers had a dark complexion a face of the square emphatic type andan eye of shy vivacity Daniel with the long smooth curves of hiscountenance and his chestnut hair was in the common sense betterlooking and managed his expression with a skill which concealed thecharacteristics visible a few moments ago he bore himself like a suaveman of the world whereas his brother still betrayed something of theboy in tone and gesture something too of the student accustomed toseclusion Daniels accent had nothing at all in keeping with a shabbycoat that of the younger man was less markedly refined with much moreof individualityYou live in London inquired Daniel reading the others look as ifaffectionatelyNo Out at Ewellin SurreyOh yes I know Ewell ReadingYes for the Civil Service Ive come up to lunch with a man who knowsfatherMr JacksJohn Jacks the MPPiers nodded nervously and the other regarded him with a smile of newinterestBut youre very early Any other engagementsNone said Piers It being so fine a morning he had proposed a longramble about London streets before making for his destination in theWest EndThen you must come to my club returned Daniel I shall be glad of atalk with you very glad my dear boy Why it must be four years sincewe saw each other And by the bye you are just of age I thinkThree days agoTo be sure Heard anything from fatherNoYoure looking verywell Pierstake my arm I understood you were going into businessAltered your mind And how is the dear old manThey walked for a quarter of an hour turning at last into a quietgenteel byway westward of Regent Street and so into a club house ofrespectable appearance Daniel wrote his brothers name and led up tothe smokingroom which they found unoccupiedYou smokeI am very glad to hear it I began far too young and havesuffered Its too early to drinkand perhaps you dont do thateitherReally Vegetarian also perhapsWhy you are the model sonof your father And the regime seems to suit you

Produced by Judith Boss DREAMS DUST POEMS BY DON MARQUIS TO MY MOTHER VIRGINIA WHITMORE MARQUIS CONTENTS PROEM DAYLIGHT HUMORS THIS IS ANOTHER DAY APRIL SONG THE EARTH IT IS ALSO A STAR THE NAME THE BIRTH A MOOD OF PAVLOWA THE POOL THEY HAD NO POET NEW YORK A HYMN THE SINGER WORDS ARE NOT GUNS WITH THE SUBMARINES NICHOLAS OF MONTENEGRO DICKENS A POLITICIAN THE BAYONET THE BUTCHERS AT PRAYER SHADOWS HAUNTED A NIGHTMARE THE MOTHER IN THE BAYOU THE SAILORS WIFE SPEAKS HUNTED A DREAM CHILD ACROSS THE NIGHT SEA CHANGES THE TAVERN OF DESPAIR COLORS AND SURFACES A GOLDEN LAD THE SAGE AND THE WOMAN NEWS FROM BABYLON A RHYME OF THE ROADS THE LAND OF YESTERDAY OCTOBER CHANT OF THE CHANGING HOURS DREAMS AND DUST SELVES THE WAGES IN MARS WHAT AVATAR THE GODMAKER MAN UNREST THE PILTDOWN SKULL THE SEEKER THE AWAKENING A SONG OF MEN THE NOBLER LESSON AT LAST LYRICS KING PANDION HE IS DEAD DAVID TO BATHSHEBA THE JESTERS MARY MARY QUITE CONTRARY THE TRIOLET FROM THE BRIDGE PALADINS PALADINS YOUTH NOBLEHEARTED MY LANDS NOT THINE TO A DANCING DOLL LOWER NEW YORKA STORM AT SUNSET A CHRISTMAS GIFT SILVIA THE EXPLORERS EARLY AUTUMN TIME STEALS FROM LOVE THE RONDEAU VISITORS THE PARTING AN OPEN FIRE REALITIES REALITIES THE STRUGGLE THE REBEL THE CHILD AND THE MILL SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI THE COMRADE ENVOI PROEM SO LET THEM PASS THESE SONGS OF MINE So let them pass these songs of mine Into oblivion nor repine Abandoned ruins of large schemes Dimmed lights adrift from nobler dreams Weak wings I sped on quests divine So let them pass these songs of mine They soar or sink ephemeral I care not greatly which befall For if no song I eer had wrought Still have I loved and laughed and fought So let them pass these songs of mine I sting too hot with life to whine Still shall I struggle fail aspire Lose God and find Gods in the mire And drink dreamdeep lifes heady wine So let them pass these songs of mine DAYLIGHT HUMORS THIS IS ANOTHER DAY I AM mine own priest and I shrive myself Of all my wasted yesterdays Though sin And sloth and foolishness and all ill weeds Of error evil and neglect grow rank And ugly there I dare forgive myself That error sin and sloth and foolishness God knows that yesterday I played the fool God knows that yesterday I played the knave But shall I therefore cloud this new dawn oer With fog of futile sighs and vain regrets This is another day And flushed Hope walks Adown the sunward slopes with golden shoon This is another day and its young strength Is laid upon the quivering hills until Like Egypts Memnon they grow quick with song This is another day and the bold world Leaps up and grasps its light and laughs as leapt Prometheus up and wrenched the fire from Zeus This is another dayare its eyes blurred With maudlin grief for any wasted past A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt Let dust clasp dust death deathI am alive And out of all the dust and death of mine Old selves I dare to lift a singing heart And living faith my spirit dares drink deep Of the red mirth mantling in the cup of morn APRIL SONG FLEET across the grasses Flash the feet of Spring Piping as he passes Fleet across the grasses Follow lads and lasses Sing world sing Fleet across the grasses Flash the feet of Spring _Idle winds deliver Rumors through the town Tales of reeds that quiver Idle winds deliver Where the rapid river Drags the willows down Idle winds deliver Rumors through the town_ In the country places By the silver brooks April airs her graces In the country places Wayward April paces Laughter in her looks In the country places By the silver brooks _Hints of alien glamor Even reach the town Urban muses stammer Hints of alien glamor But the citys clamor Beats the voices down Hints of alien glamor Even reach the town_ THIS EARTH IT IS ALSO A STAR WHERE the singers of Saturn find tongue Where the Galaxys lovers embrace Our world and its beauty are sung They lean from their casements to trace If our planet still spins in its place Faith fables the thing that we are And Fantasy laughs and gives chase This earth it is also a star Round the sun that is fixed and hung For a lamp in the darkness of space We are whirled we are swirled we are flung Singing

Produced by Charles AldarondoCAST ADRIFTBy T S ArthurAuthor Of Three Years In A ManTrap Orange Blossoms Etc Etc Philadelphia Cincinnati New York Boston Chicago Ills New Castle Pa San Francisco Cal1873TO THE READERIN this romance of real life in which the truth is stranger than thefiction I have lifted only in part the veil that hides the victims ofintemperance and other terrible vicesafter they have fallen to thelower deeps of degradation to be found in our large cities where thevile and degraded herd together more like wild beasts than men andwomenand told the story of sorrow suffering crime and debasementas they really exist in Christian America with all the earnestness andpower that in me liesStrange and sad and terrible as are some of the scenes from which I haredrawn this veil I have not told the half of what exists My book apartfrom the thread of fiction that runs through its pages is but a seriesof photographs from real life and is less a work of the imaginationthan a record of factsIf it stirs the hearts of American readers profoundly and so awakensthe people to a sense of their duty if it helps to inaugurate moreearnest and radical modes of reform for a state of society of which adistinguished author has said There is not a country throughout theearth on which it would not bring a curse there is no religion upon theearth that it would not deny there is no people upon the earth it wouldnot put to shamethen will not my work be in vainSitting in our comfortable homes with wellfed wellclothed andhappyhearted children about uschildren who have our tenderest carewhose cry of pain from a pinprick or a fall on the carpeted floor hurtsus like a blowhow few of us know or care anything about the homesin which some other children dwell or of the hard and cruel battle forlife they are doomed to fight from the very beginningTo get out from these comfortable homes and from the midst of tenderlycaredfor little ones and stand face to face with squalor and hungerwith suffering debasement and crime to look upon the starved facesof children and hear their helpless cries is what scarcely one in athousand will do It is too much for our sensibilities And so we standaloof and the sorrow and suffering the debasement the wrong andthe crime go on and because we heed it not we vainly imagine that noresponsibility lies at our door and yet there is no man or woman who isnot according to the measure of his or her influence responsible forthe human debasement and suffering I have portrayedThe task I set for myself has not been a pleasant one It has hurt mysensibilities and sickened my heart many times as I stood face to facewith the sad and awful degradation that exists in certain regions ofour larger cities and now that my work is done I take a deep breathof relief The result is in your hands good citizen Christian readerearnest philanthropist If it stirs your heart in the reading as itstirred mine in the writing it will not die fruitlessTHE AUTHORCONTENTSCHAPTER I The unwelcome babeThe defrauded young motherThe strugglebetween life and deathYour baby is in heavenA brief retrospectAmarriage for social positionAn ambitious wife and a disappointedhusbandThe young daughterThe matrimonial marketThe Circassianslaves of modern societyThe highest bidderDisappearanceThe old sadstorySecret marriageThe lettersDisappointed ambitionInterviewbetween the parentsThe mothers purposeBaffled but notdefeatedThe fathers surpriseThe returned daughterForgivenI amnot going away again father dearInsecurity and distrustCHAPTER II The hatred of a bad womanMrs Dinnefords plans for thedestruction of GrangerStarting in businessPlots of Mrs Dinnefordand FreelingThe discounted notesThe trapGrangers suspicionsarousedForgeryMrs Dinneford relentlessThe arrestFresh evidenceof crime upon Grangers personThe shock to EdithThat night her babywas bornCHAPTER III It is a splendid boyA convenient noninterferingfamily doctorCast adriftInto the world in a basket unnamedand disownedEdiths second struggle back to lifeHer mind ablankGranger convicted of forgerySeeks to gain knowledge of hischildThe doctors evasion and ignoranceAn insane asylum instead ofStates prisonEdiths slow return to intelligenceTheres somethingI cant understand motherWhere is my babyWhat of GeorgeNolonger a child but a broken hearted womanThe divorceCHAPTER IV Sympathy between father and daughterInterest in publiccharitiesA dreadful sightA sick babe in the arms of a halfdrunkenwomanIs there no law to meet such casesThe poor baby has novoteEdith seeks for the grave of her child but cannot finditShe questions her mother who baffles her curiosityMrs BraysvisitInterview between Mrs Dinneford and Mrs BrayThe babyisnt livingYes I saw it day before yesterday in the arms of abeggarwomanEdiths suspicions arousedDetermined to discover thefate of her childVisits the doctorYour baby is in heavenWouldto God it were so for I saw a baby in hell not long agoCHAPTER V Mrs Dinneford visits Mrs BrayThe woman to whom yougave that baby was here yesterdayThe woman must be put out of thewayExit Mrs Dinneford enter Pinky SwettYou know your fateNewOrleans and the yellow feverAll I want of you is to keep track ofthe babyDivision of the spoilsLucky dreamsConsultation of thedreambook for lucky figuresSam McFaddon and his backer who drivesin the Park and wears a two thousand dollar diamond pinThe fate of ababy begged withThe baby must not dieThe lotterypoliciesCHAPTER VI Rottenness at the heart of a great cityPinky Swettsattempted rescue of a child from cruel beatingThe fightPinkysarrestAppearance of the queenPinkys release at her commandThequeens homeThe screams of children being beatenThe rescue ofFlanagans NellDeath the great rescuerThey dont look afterthings in here as they do outsideEverybodys got the screws on andthings must break sometimes but it isnt called murderThe coronerunderstands it allCHAPTER VII Pinky Swett at the mercy of the crowd in the streetTakento the nearest stationhouseMrs Dinneford visits Mrs BrayagainFresh alarmsShes got you in her powerMoney is of noaccountThe knock at the doorMrs Dinneford in hidingThe visitorgoneMrs Bray reports the woman insatiable in her demandsMust havetwo hundred dollars by sundownNo way of escape except through policeinterferencePeople who deal with the

Produced by Don Lainson and Charles Aldarondo HTML versionby Al HainesTHE UPTON LETTERSByARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSONaedae muri eseidon oneirata koudepo aos1905PREFACEThese letters were returned to me shortly after the death of thefriend to whom they were written by his widow It seems that he hadbeen sorting and destroying letters and papers a few days before hiswholly unexpected end We wont destroy these he had said to herholding the bulky packet of my letters in his hand we will keep themtogether T ought to publish them and some day I hope he willThis was not of course a deliberate judgement but his sudden deatha few days later gives the unconsidered wish a certain sanctity and Ihave determined to obey it Moreover she who has the best right todecide desires it A few merely personal matters and casual detailshave been omitted but the main substance is there and the letters arejust as they were written Such hurried compositions of course aboundin literary shortcomings but perhaps they have a certain spontaneitywhich more deliberate writings do not always possess I wrote my bestfrankest and liveliest in the letters because I knew that Herbertwould value both the thought and the expression of the thought Andfurther if it is necessary to excuse so speedy a publication I feelthat they are not letters which would gain by being kept Theirinterest arises from the time the circumstance the occasion that gavethem birth from the books read and criticised the educationalproblems discussed and thus they may form a species of comment on acertain aspect of modern life and from a definite point of view Butafter all it is enough for me that he appreciated them and if hewished that they should go out to the world well let them go Inpublishing them I am but obeying a last message of loveT B MONKS ORCHARD UPTON Feb 20 1905THE UPTON LETTERSMONKS ORCHARD UPTON Jan 23 1904MY DEAR HERBERTI have just heard the disheartening news and I writeto say that I am sorry toto corde I dont yet know the full extent ofthe calamity the length of your exile the place or the conditionsunder which you will have to live Perhaps you or Nelly can find timeto let me have a few lines about it all But I suppose there is a goodside to it I imagine that when the place is once fixed you will beable to live a much freer life than you have of late been obliged tolive in England with less risk and less overshadowing of anxiety Ifyou can find the right region renovabitur ut acquila juventus tua andyou will be able to carry out some of the plans which have been sooften interrupted here Of course there will be drawbacks Bookssociety equal talk the English countryside which you love so welland if I may use the expression so intelligently they will all haveto be foregone in a measure But fortunately there is no difficultyabout money and money will give you back some of these delights Youwill still see your real friends and they will come to you with theintention of giving and getting the best of themselves and of you notin the purposeless way in which one drifts into a visit here You willbe able too to view things with a certain detachmentand that is areal advantage for I have sometimes thought that your literary workhas suffered from the variety of your interests and from your beingrather too close to them to form a philosophical view Your love ofcharacteristic points of natural scenery will help you When you haveonce grown familiar with the new surroundings you will penetrate thesecret of their charm as you have done here You will be able too tolive a more undisturbed life not fretted by all the crosscurrentswhich distract a man in his own land when he has a large variety ofties I declare I did not know I was so good a rhetorician I shall endby convincing myself that there is no real happiness to be found exceptin expatriationSeriously my dear Herbert I do understand the sadness of the changebut one gets no good by dwelling on the darker side there are and willbe times I know of depression When one lies awake in the morningbefore the nerves are braced by contact with the wholesome day whenone has done a tiring piece of work and is alone and in that frame ofmind when one needs occupation but yet is not brisk enough to turn tothe work one loves in those dreary intervals between ones work whenone is off with the old and not yet on with the newwell I know allthe corners of the road the shadowy cavernous places where the demonslie in wait for one as they do for the wayfarer do you remember inBewick who desiring to rest by the roadside finds the dingle allalive with ambushed fiends horned and heavylimbed swollen with theoppressive clumsiness of nightmare But you are not inexperienced orweak You have enough philosophy to wait until the frozen mood thawsand the old thrill comes back That is one of the real compensations ofmiddle age When one is young one imagines that any depression will becontinuous and one sees the dreary uncomforted road winding aheadover bare hills till it falls to the dark valley But later on one canbelieve that the roadside dells of rest are there even if one cannotsee them and after all you have a home which goes with you and itwould seem to be fortunate or to speak more truly tenderly preparedthat you have only daughtersa son who would have to go back toEngland to be educated would be a source of anxiety Yet I find myselfeven wishing that you had a son that I might have the care of him overhere You dont know the hearthunger I sometimes have for young thingsof my own to watch over to try to guard their happiness You would saythat I had plenty of opportunities in my profession it is

Produced by Charles Aldarondo HTML version by Al HainesWORDS OF CHEER FOR The Tempted the Toiling and the SorrowingEDITED BY T S ARTHURPHILADELPHIA1856PREFACEAS we pass on our way through the world we find our paths nowsmooth and flowery and now rugged and difficult to travel The skybathed in golden sunshine today is black with storms tomorrowThis is the history of every one And it is also the lifeexperienceof all that when the way is rough and the sky dark the poor heartsinks and trembles and the eye of faith cannot see the bright sunsmiling in the heavens beyond the veil of clouds But for all thisfear and doubt the rugged path winds steadily upwards and thebroad sky is glittering in lightLet the toiling the tempted and the sorrowing ever keep this inmind Let them have faith in Him who feedeth the young lions andclothes the fields with verdurewho bindeth up the broken heartand giveth joy to the mourners There are Words of Cheer in the airListen and their melody will bring peace to the spirit and theirtruths strength to the heartCONTENTS AUNT MARY THE DEAD DO YOU SUFFER MORE THAN YOUR NEIGHBOUR WE ARE LED BY A WAY THAT WE KNOW NOT THE IVY IN THE DUNGEON THE GARDEN OF EDEN HAVE A FLOWER IN YOUR ROOM WEALTH HOW TO BE HAPPY REBECCA LIFE A TREADMILL ARTHUR LELAND THE SCARLET POPPY NUMBER TWELVE TO AN ABSENTEE THE WHITE DOVE HESTER THISTLEDOWN THE LITTLE CHILDREN WHAT IS NOBLE THE ANEMONE HEPATICA THE FAMILY OF MICHAEL AROUT BABY IS DEAD THE TREASURED RINGLET HUMAN LONGINGS FOR PEACE AND REST BE STRONG THE NEGLECTED ONE THE HOURS OF LIFE MINISTERING ANGELS OURS LOVED AND GONE BEFORE OUTWARD MINISTERINGS BODILY DEFORMITY SPIRITUAL BEAUTY THE DEAD CHILD WATER BEAUTIFUL HAPPY AND BELOVED EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING AN ANGEL OF PATIENCE THE GRANDFATHERS ADVICE A HYMN OF PRAISE AN ANGEL IN EVERY HOUSE ANNIE MOTHER GREAT PRINCIPLES AND SMALL DUTIES OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN THE OLD VILLAGE CHURCH THE WORD IS NIGH THEE AUNT RACHEL COMETH A BLESSING DOWN THE DARKENED PATHWAY LOOK ON THIS PICTURE THE POWER OF KINDNESS SPEAK KINDLY HAVE PATIENCE DO THEY MISS MEWORDS OF CHEERAUNT MARYA LADY sat alone in her own apartment one clear evening when thesilver stars were out and the moon shone pure as the spirit ofpeace upon the rebellious earth How lovely was every outward thingHow beautiful is Gods creation The window curtains were drawnclose and the only light in the cheerful room was given by anightlamp that was burning on the mantelpiece The occupant whoperhaps had numbered about thirtyfive years was sitting by a smalltable in the centre of the room her head leaning upon one slenderhand the other lay upon the open page of a book in which she hadendeavoured to interest herself But the effort had been vain otherand stronger feelings had overpowered her there was an expressionof suffering upon the gentle face over which the tears rainedheavily For a brief moment she raised her soft blue eyes upwardwith an appealing look then sunk her head upon the table beforeher murmuringFather forgive me it is good for me Give me strength to beareverything Pour thy love into my heart for I am desolateif Icould but be useful to one human beingif I could make one personhappier I should be content But no I am desolatedesolate Whoseheart clings to mine with the strong tendrils of affection Who everturns to me for a smile Oh this world is so coldso coldAnd that sensitive being wept passionately and pressed her handupon her bosom as if to still its own yearningsMary Clinton had met with many sorrows she was the youngest of alarge family she had been the caressed darling in her early daysfor her sweetness won every heart to love She had dwelt in the warmbreath of affection it was her usual sunshine and she gave it nothought while it blessed her a cold word or look was an unfamiliarthing A most gladhearted being she was once But death came in aterrible form folded her loved ones in his icy arms and bore themto another world A kind father a tender mother a brother andsister were laid in the grave in one short month by the choleraOne brother was yet left and she was taken to his home for he wasa wealthy merchant But there seemed a coldness in his splendidhouse a coldness in his wifes heart Sick in body and in mind thebereft one resolved to travel South and visit among her relationshoping to awaken her interest in life which had lain dormantthrough grief She went to that sunny region and while therebecame acquainted with a man of fine intellect and fascinatingmanners who won her affections and afterwards proved unworthy ofher Again the beauty of her life was darkened and with a wearyheart she wore out the tedious years of her joyless existence Shewas an angel of charity to the poor and suffering She grew lovelierthrough sorrow A desire to see her brother her nearest and dearestrelative called her North again and when our story opens she wasin the bosom of his home a member of his family He loved herdeeply yet she felt like an alienhis wife had not welcomed her asa sister should Mary Clintons heart went out towards Alice hereldest niece a beautiful and loving creature just springing intowomanhood But the fair girl was gay and thoughtless flattered andcaressed by everybody She knew sadness only by the name She had nodream that she could impart a deep joy by giving forth her younghearts love to the desolate strangerThe hour had grown late very

Produced by David Schwan HTML version by Al HainesStarr King In CaliforniaByWilliam Day SimondsAuthor of The Christ of the Human Heart Patriotic Addresses Sermons From ShakespeareDedicated to the Memory of Honorable Horace Davis of San Francisco asthe only Tribute of Respect Now Possible to one whose Friendly Interestand Assistance the Author Here Gratefully AcknowledgesUp to the time of Starr Kings death it was generally believed that hemore than any other man had prevented California and the whole PacificCoast from falling into the gulf of disunion It is certain that AbrahamLincoln held this opinionEdwin Percy WhippleContentsIntroductionPart IIn Old New EnglandPart IICalifornia in 1860Part IIICalifornias Hour of DecisionPart IVPhilanthropist and PreacherPart VIn RetrospectIllustrationsStarr King MonumentPortrait of Starr KingIntroductionThis book is the result of the authors strong desire to know the truthrelative to a critical period in the history of California and afurther strong desire to deal justly by the memory of a man recenthistorians have been pleased to pass by with slight acknowledgmentWhat was the nature and measure of Starr Kings influence on the PacificCoast during the Civil War To be able to answer that question has costmore time and study than the reader could be brought to believe It hasnecessitated a thorough examination of all published histories ofCalifornia of numerous biographies of old newspapers memoirs lettersand musty documents It has involved interviews with prominent personsas well as a careful study of earlier writings upon Starr King in booksand magazines Best of all it has compelled the writer to the delightfultask of renewing his acquaintance with the published sermons andlectures of the patriotpreacherIt is believed that no important data has been overlooked and it ishoped that a genuine service has been rendered to all students ofCalifornia History and to all lovers of Starr Kinghe who was calledby his own generation The Saint of the Pacific CoastPart IIn Old New EnglandWhen Starr King entered the Golden Gate April 28 1860 he had passedby a few months his thirtyfifth birthday A young man in the morning ofhis power he felt strangely old for he wrote to a friend just a littlelater I have passed meridian It is after twelve oclock in the largeday of my mortal life I am no longer a young man It is now afternoonwith me and the shadows turn toward the eastThere was abundant reason for this premature feeling of age Even atthirtyfive King had been a long time among the most earnest of workersBorn in New York City December 17 1824 of English and Germanancestry son of a Universalist Minister who was compelled to strugglealong on a very meager salary the lad felt very early in life laborsstern discipline At fifteen he was obliged to leave school that bydaily toil he might help to support his now widowed mother and fiveyounger brothers and sisters Brief as was his record in school we notethe following prophetic facts he displayed singular aptitude for studyhe was conscientious yet vivacious he was by nature adverse to anythingrude or coarse Joshua Bates Kings last teacher describes the lad asslight of build golden haired with a homely face which everybodythought handsome on account of the beaming eyes the winning smile andthe earnest desire of always wanting to do what was best and rightThis is our earliest testimony to the lovable character of the man whoselifestory we are now considering It will impress us more and more asEast and West Boston and San Francisco in varying phrase tell againand again of the beaming eyes the winning smile and the earnestdesire of always wanting to do what was just and rightA breadwinner at fifteen and for a large family surely this is theend of all dreams of scholarship or of professional service Thatdepends on the manand the conditions that surround him HappilyKings mother was a woman of good mind who knew and loved the best inliterature Ambitious for her gifted son she read with him and forhim certain of the masters whom to know well is to possess thefoundations of true culture It is a pretty scene and suggestivethelad and his mother reading together till the wee small hoursPlutarch Grotes History of Greece Bullfinchs Mythology Dante andthe plays of William Shakespeare Fortunately his mother was not hisonly helper Near at hand was Theodore Parker who was said to possessthe best private library in Boston and whose passion for aiding youngmen was well known He befriended King as he befriended others andearly discovered in the widows son superior talents In those days veryyoung men used to preach Before he had reached his majority King wasoften sent to fill engagements under direction and at the suggestion ofParker The high esteem of the elder for the younger man is attested bythe following letter to an important church not far from BostonI cannot come to preach for you as I would like but with your kindpermission I will send Thomas Starr King This young man is not aregularly ordained preacher but he has the grace of God in his heartand the gift of tongues He is a rare sweet spirit and I know that afteryou have met with him you will thank me for sending him to youThis young drygoods clerk schoolmaster and bookkeeper for hefollowed all of these occupations during the years in which he wasgrowing out of youth into manhood was especially interested inmetaphysics and theology In these and kindred studies he was greatlyimpressed and inspired by the writings of Victor Cousin whose majorgift was his ability to awaken other minds The most brilliant meteorthat flashed across the sky of the nineteenth century saidSainteBeuveWhen Thomas Starr King was eighteen years old William Ellery Channingdied Of that death which occurred amid the lovely scenery of Vermontupon a rare Autumnal evening Theodore Parker wrote The sun went towardthe horizon the slanting beams fell into the chamber Channing turnedhis face toward that sinking orb and he and the sun went away togetherEach as the other left the smile of his departure spread on allaround the sun on the

Produced by Sandra Laythorpe HTML version by Al HainesLADY HESTERORURSULAS NARRATIVEbyCHARLOTTE M YONGECONTENTSCHAPTER I SAULT ST PIERRECHAPTER II TREVORSHAMCHAPTER III THE PEERAGE CASECHAPTER IV SKIMPINGS FARMCHAPTER V SPINNEY LAWNCHAPTER VI THE WHITE DOES WARNINGCHAPTER VII HUNTINGCHAPTER VIII DUCK SHOOTINGCHAPTER IX TREVORS LEGACYCHAPTER ISAULT ST PIERREI write this by desire of my brothers and sisters that if any reportsof our strange family history should come down to after generations thething may be properly understoodThe old times at Trevorsham seem to me so remote that I can hardlybelieve that we are the same who were so happy then Nay Jaquettalaughs and declares that it is not possible to be happier than we havebeen since and Fulk would have me remember that all was not alwayssmooth even in those daysPerhaps notfor him at least dear fellow in those latter times butwhen I think of the old home the worst troubles that rise before meare those of the backboard and the stocks French in the schoolroomand Miss Simmonds Lady Ursula think of your positionAnd as to Jaquetta she was born under a more benignant star Nobodycould have put a backboard on her any more than on a kittenOur mother had died oh how happily for herself when Jaquetta was ababy and Miss Simmonds most carefully ruled not only over us but overAdela Brainerd my fathers ward who was brought up with us becauseshe had no other relation in the worldBesides my father wished her to marry one of my brothers It wouldhave done very well for either Torwood or Bertram but unluckily as itseemed neither of them could take to the notion She was a dearlittle thing to be sure and we were all very fond of her but asBertram said it would have been like marrying Jaquetta and Torwoodhad other views to which my father would not then listenThen Bertrams regiment was ordered to Canada and that was the realcause of it all though we did not know it till long afterBertram was starting out on a sporting expedition with a Canadiangentleman when about ten miles from Montreal they halted at a farmwith a good wellbuilt house named Sault St Pierre all lookingprosperous and comfortable and a young farmer American in hiswaysfreespoken familiar and bluntbut very kindly and friendlywas at work there with some FrenchCanadian labourersBertrams friend knew him and often halted there on huntingexpeditions so they went into the housevery nicely furnished apretty parlour with muslin curtains a piano and everything pleasantand Joel Lea called his wife a handsome fair young woman Bertramsays from the first she put him in mind of some one and he was tryingto make out who it could be Then came the wifes mother a neatlittle delicate bent woman with dark eyes that looked Bertram saidas if they had had some great fright and never recovered it Theycalled her Mrs DaymanShe was silent at first and only helped her daughter and the maid toget the dinner and an excellent dinner it was but she kept on lookingat Bertram and she quite started when she heard him called Mr TrevorWhen they were just rising up and going to take leave she came up tohim in a frightened agitated manner as if she could not help it andsaidSir you are so like a gentleman I once knew Was any relation ofyours ever in CanadaMy father was in Canada answered BertramOh no she said then very much affected the Captain Trevor I knewwas killed in the Lake Campaign in 1814 It must be a mistake yet youput me in mind of him so strangelyThen Bertram protested that she must mean my father for that he hadbeen a captain in the th and had been stationed at York as Torontowas then called but was badly wounded in repulsing the Americanattack on the Lakes in 1814Not dead she asked with her cheeks getting pale and a sort ofexcitement about her that made Bertram wonder at the moment if therecould have been any old attachment between them and he explained howmy father was shipped off from England between life and death and howwhen he recovered he found his uncle dying and the title and propertycoming to himAnd he married she said with a bewildered look and Bertram toldher that he had married Lady Mary Luptonas his uncle and father hadwishedand how we four were their children I can fancy how kindlyand tenderly Bertram would speak when he saw that she was anxious andpained and she took hold of his hand and held him and when he saidsomething of mentioning that he had seen her she cried out with a sortof terror Oh no no Mr Trevor I beg you will not Let him thinkme dead as I thought him And then she drew down Bertrams tall headto her and fairly kissed his forehead adding I could not help itsir an old womans kiss will do you no harmThen he went away He never did tell us of the meeting till longafter He was not a great letter writer and besides he thought myfather might not wish to have the flirtations of his youth brought upagainst him So we little knewBut it seems that the daughter and soninlaw were just as much amazedas Bertram and when he was gone and the poor old lady sank into herchair and burst out crying and as they came and asked who or what thiswas she sobbed out Your brother Hester Oh so like himmyhusband or something to that effect as unawares She wanted to takeit back again but of course Hester would not let her and made hertell the wholeIt seems that her name was Faith Le Blanc she was half English halfFrenchCanadian and lived in a village in a very unsettled part whereCaptain Trevor

Produced by Duncan Harrod HTML version by Al HainesHalf A RogueByHarold MacGrathTo The Memory Of My MotherHalf A RogueChapter IIt was Warringtons invariable habitwhen no business or socialengagement pressed him to go elsewhereto drop into a certain quaintlittle restaurant just off Broadway for his dinners It was out of theway the throb and rattle of the great commercial artery became likethe faroff murmur of the sea restful rather than annoying He alwaysmade it a point to dine alone undisturbed The proprietor nor hissilentfooted waiters had the slightest idea who Warrington was Tothem he was simply a profitable customer who signified that he dinedthere in order to be alone His table was up stairs Below there wasalways the usual dinner crowd till theater time and the music had thefaculty of luring his thoughts astray being as he was fonder ofmusic than of work As a matter of fact it was in this littlerestaurant that he winnowed the days ideas revamped scenes trimmedthe rough edges of his climaxes revised this epigram or rejected thisor that line all on the backs of envelopes and on the margins ofnewspapers In his den at his bachelor apartments he worked but herehe dreamed usually behind the soothing opalescent veil of MadameNicotineWhat a marvelous thing a good afterdinner cigar is In the smoke ofit the poor man sees his ships come in the poet sees his musebeckoning with hands full of largess the millionaire reverts to hisearly struggles and the lover sees his divinity in a thousandgraceful posesTonight however Warringtons cigar was without magic He was out ofsorts Things had gone wrong at the rehearsal that morning The starhad demanded the removal of certain lines which gave the leading manan opportunity to shine in the climax of the third act He had laboreda whole month over this climax and he revolted at the thought ofchanging it to suit the whim of a capricious womanEverybody had agreed that this climax was the best the young dramatisthad yet constructed A critic who had been invited to a reading haddeclared that it lacked little of being great And at this late hourthe star wanted it changed in order to bring her alone in thelimelight It was preposterous As Warrington was on the first waveof popularity the business manager and the stage manager both agreedto leave the matter wholly in the dramatists hands He resolutelydeclined to make a single alteration in the scene There was a finestorm The star declared that if the change was not made at once shewould leave the company In making this declaration she knew herstrength Her husband was rich a contract was nothing to her Therewas not another actress of her ability to be found the season was toolate There was not another woman available nor would any othermanager lend one As the opening performance was but two weeks henceyou will realize why Warringtons mood this night was anything butamiableHe scowled at his cigar There was always something some sacrifice tomake and seldom for arts sake It is all very well to witness a playfrom the other side of the footlights everything appears to work outso smoothly easily and without effort To this phenomenon is due theamateur dramatistbecause it looks simple A play is not written itis built like a house In most cases the dramatist is simply thearchitect The novelist has comparatively an easy road to travel Thedramatist is beset from all sides now the business managerthat isto say the boxofficenow the stage manager now the star now theleading man or woman Jealousys green eyes peer from behind everyscene The dramatists ideal when finally presented to the publicresembles those mutilated marbles that decorate the museums of Romeand Naples Only there is this difference the public can easilyimagine what the sculptor was about but seldom the dramatistWarrington was a young man tolerably goodlooking noticeably wellset up When they have good features a cleft chin and a generousnose cleanshaven men are good to look at He had fine eyes in thecorners of which always lurked mirth and mischief for he possessedabove all things an inexhaustible fund of dry humor His lines seldomprovoked rough laughter rather silent chucklesWarringtons scowl abated none In business women were generallynuisances they were always taking impossible stands He would findsome way out he was determined not to submit to the imperious fanciesof an actress however famous she might beSir will you aid a lady in distress The voice was tremulous butas rich in tone as the diapason of an organWarrington looked up from his cigar to behold a handsome young womanstanding at the side of his table Her round smooth cheeks wereflushed and on the lower lids of her splendid dark eyes tears ofshame trembled and threatened to fall Behind her stood a waiter ofimpassive countenance who was adding up the figures on a check hismovement full of suggestionThe dramatist understood the situation at once The young lady hadordered dinner and having eaten it found that she could not pay forit It was to say the least a trite situation But what can a man dowhen a pretty woman approaches him and pleads for assistance SoWarrington roseWhat may the trouble be he asked coldly for all that he instantlyrecognized her to be a person of breeding and refinementII have lost my purse and I have no money to pay the waiter Shemade this confession bravely and franklyHe looked about They were alone She interpreted his glance rathershrewdlyThere were no women to appeal to The waiter refused to accept myword and I really cant blame him I had not even the money to send amessenger homeOne of the trembling tears escaped and rolled down the blooming cheekWarrington surrendered He saw that this was an exceptional case Thegirl was truly in distress He knew his New York thoroughly a man orwoman without funds is treated with the finished cruelty with whichthe jovial Romans amused themselves with the Christians Lack of moneyin one person creates incredulity in another A penniless person isinvariably a liar and

Produced by David WidgerHISTORY OF THE UNITED NETHERLANDS 15841609 CompleteFrom the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Years TruceVolume IBy John Lothrop MotleyPREFACEThe indulgence with which the History of the Rise of the Dutch Republicwas received has encouraged me to prosecute my task with renewedindustryA single word seems necessary to explain the somewhat increasedproportions which the present work has assumed over the original designThe intimate connection which was formed between the Kingdom of Englandand the Republic of Holland immediately after the death of William theSilent rendered the history and the fate of the two commonwealths for aseason almost identical The years of anxiety and suspense during whichthe great Spanish project for subjugating England and reconquering theNetherlands by the same invasion was slowly matured were of deepestimport for the future destiny of those two countries and for the causeof national liberty The deeplaid conspiracy of Spain and Rome againsthuman rights deserves to be patiently examined for it is one of thegreat lessons of history The crisis was long and doubtful and thehealthperhaps the existenceof England and Holland and with themof a great part of Christendom was on the issueHistory has few so fruitful examples of the dangers which come fromsuperstition and despotism and the blessings which flow from themaintenance of religious and political freedom as those afforded by thestruggle between England and Holland on the one side and Spain and Romeon the other during the epoch which I have attempted to describe It isfor this reason that I have thought it necessary to reveal as minutelyas possible the secret details of this conspiracy of king and priestagainst the people and to show how it was baffled at last by the strongselfhelping energy of two free nations combinedThe period occupied by these two volumes is therefore a short one whencounted by years for it begins in 1584 and ends with the commencement of1590 When estimated by the significance of events and their results forfuture ages it will perhaps be deemed worthy of the close examinationwhich it has received With the year 1588 the crisis was past Englandwas safe and the new Dutch commonwealth was thoroughly organized It ismy design in two additional volumes which with the two now publishedwill complete the present work to carry the history of the Republic downto the Synod of Dort After this epoch the Thirty Years War broke out inGermany and it is my wish at a future day to retrace the history ofthat eventful struggle and to combine with it the civil and militaryevents in Holland down to the epoch when the Thirty Years War and theEighty Years War of the Netherlands were both brought to a close by thePeace of WestphaliaThe materials for the volumes now offered to the public were so abundantthat it was almost impossible to condense them into smaller compasswithout doing injustice to the subject It was desirable to throw fulllight on these prominent points of the history while the law ofhistorical perspective will allow long stretches of shadow in thesucceeding portions in which less important objects may be more slightlyindicated That I may not be thought capable of abusing the readersconfidence by inventing conversations speeches or letters I would takethis opportunity of statingalthough I have repeated the remark in thefootnotesthat no personage in these pages is made to write or speakany words save those which on the best historical evidence he is knownto have written or spokenA brief allusion to my sources of information will not seem superfluousI have carefully studied all the leading contemporary chronicles andpamphlets of Holland Flanders Spain France Germany and England butas the authorities are always indicated in the notes it is unnecessaryto give a list of them here But by far my most valuable materials areentirely unpublished onesThe archives of England are especially rich for the history of thesixteenth century and it will be seen in the course of the narrativehow largely I have drawn from those mines of historical wealth the StatePaper Office and the MS department of the British Museum Although boththese great national depositories are in admirable order it is to beregretted that they are not all embraced in one collection as muchtrouble might then be spared to the historical student who is nowobliged to pass frequently from the one place to the other in order tofind different portions of the same correspondenceFrom the royal archives of Holland I have obtained many most importantentirely unpublished documents by the aid of which I have endeavoured toverify to illustrate or sometimes to correct the recitals of the eldernational chroniclers and I have derived the greatest profit from theinvaluable series of Archives and Correspondence of the OrangeNassauFamily given to the world by M Groen van Prinsterer I desire to renewto that distinguished gentleman and to that eminent scholar M Bakhuyzenvan den Brink the expression of my gratitude for their constant kindnessand advice during my residence at the Hague Nothing can exceed thecourtesy which has been extended to me in Holland and I am deeplygrateful for the indulgence with which my efforts to illustrate thehistory of the country have been received where that history is bestknownI have also been much aided by the study of a portion of the Archives ofSimancas the originals of which are in the Archives de lEmpire inParis and which were most liberally laid before me through the kindnessof M le Comte de La BordeI have further enjoyed an inestimable advantage in the perusal of thewhole correspondence between Philip II his ministers and governorsrelating to the affairs of the Netherlands from the epoch at which thiswork commences down to that monarchs death Copies of thiscorrespondence have been carefully made from the originals at Simancas byorder of the Belgian Government under the superintendence of the eminentarchivist M Gachard who has already published a synopsis or abridgmentof a portion of it in a French translation The translation andabridgment of so large a mass of papers however must necessarily occupymany years and it may be long therefore before the whole of thecorrespondenceand particularly that

Produced by David WidgerHISTORY OF THE NETHERLANDS PG EDITION COMPLETEby JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY DCL LLDCorresponding Member of the Institute of France Etc15551623CONTENTS The Rise of the Dutch Republic 15551584 History of the United Netherlands 15841609 Life and Death of John of Barneveld 16091623 A Memoir of John Lothrop Motley by Oliver Wendell Holmes SrTHE RISE OF THE DUTCH REPUBLIC 15551566A HistoryJOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY DCL LLD Corresponding Member of the Instituteof France Etc1855Etext Editors Note JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY born in Dorchester Mass1814 died 1877 Other works Mortons Hopes and Merry Mount novelsMotley was the United States Minister to Austria 186167 and the UnitedStates Minister to England 186970 Mark Twain mentions his respect forJohn Motley Oliver Wendell Holmes said in An Oration delivered beforethe City Authorities of Boston on the 4th of July 1863 It cannot bedeniedsays another observer placed on one of our nationalwatchtowers in a foreign capitalit cannot be denied that thetendency of European public opinion as delivered from high places ismore and more unfriendly to our cause but the people he addseverywhere sympathize with us for they know that our cause is that offree institutionsthat our struggle is that of the people against anoligarchy These are the words of the Minister to Austria whosegenerous sympathies with popular liberty no homage paid to his genius bythe class whose admiring welcome is most seductive to scholars has everspoiled our fellowcitizen the historian of a great Republic whichinfused a portion of its life into our ownJohn Lothrop Motley Seethe biography of Motley by Holmes EdPREFACEThe rise of the Dutch Republic must ever be regarded as one of theleading events of modern times Without the birth of this greatcommonwealth the various historical phenomena of the sixteenth andfollowing centuries must have either not existed or have presentedthemselves under essential modificationsItself an organized protestagainst ecclesiastical tyranny and universal empire the Republic guardedwith sagacity at many critical periods in the worlds history thatbalance of power which among civilized states ought always to beidentical with the scales of divine justice The splendid empire ofCharles the Fifth was erected upon the grave of liberty It is aconsolation to those who have hope in humanity to watch under the reignof his successor the gradual but triumphant resurrection of the spiritover which the sepulchre had so long been sealed From the handbreadth ofterritory called the province of Holland rises a power which wages eightyyears warfare with the most potent empire upon earth and which duringthe progress of the struggle becoming itself a mighty state and bindingabout its own slender form a zone of the richest possessions of earthfrom pole to tropic finally dictates its decrees to the empire ofCharlesSo much is each individual state but a member of one great internationalcommonwealth and so close is the relationship between the whole humanfamily that it is impossible for a nation even while struggling foritself not to acquire something for all mankind The maintenance of theright by the little provinces of Holland and Zealand in the sixteenth byHolland and England united in the seventeenth and by the United Statesof America in the eighteenth centuries forms but a single chapter in thegreat volume of human fate for the socalled revolutions of HollandEngland and America are all links of one chainTo the Dutch Republic even more than to Florence at an earlier day isthe world indebted for practical instruction in that great science ofpolitical equilibrium which must always become more and more important asthe various states of the civilized world are pressed more closelytogether and as the struggle for preeminence becomes more feverish andfatal Courage and skill in political and military combinations enabledWilliam the Silent to overcome the most powerful and unscrupulous monarchof his age The same hereditary audacity and fertility of genius placedthe destiny of Europe in the hands of Williams greatgrandson andenabled him to mould into an impregnable barrier the various elements ofopposition to the overshadowing monarchy of Louis XIV As the schemes ofthe Inquisition and the unparalleled tyranny of Philip in one centuryled to the establishment of the Republic of the United Provinces so inthe next the revocation of the Nantes Edict and the invasion of Hollandare avenged by the elevation of the Dutch stadholder upon the throne ofthe stipendiary StuartsTo all who speak the English language the history of the great agonythrough which the Republic of Holland was ushered into life must havepeculiar interest for it is a portion of the records of the AngloSaxonraceessentially the same whether in Friesland England orMassachusettsA great naval and commercial commonwealth occupying a small portion ofEurope but conquering a wide empire by the private enterprise of tradingcompanies girdling the world with its innumerable dependencies in AsiaAmerica Africa Australiaexercising sovereignty in Brazil Guiana theWest Indies New York at the Cape of Good Hope in Hindostan CeylonJava Sumatra New Hollandhaving first laid together as it were manyof the Cyclopean blocks out of which the British realm at a lateperiod has been constructedmust always be looked upon with interest byEnglishmen as in a great measure the precursor in their own scheme ofempireFor America the spectacle is one of still deeper import The DutchRepublic originated in the opposition of the rational elements of humannature to sacerdotal dogmatism and persecutionin the courageousresistance of historical and chartered liberty to foreign despotismNeither that liberty nor ours was born of the cloudembraces of a falseDivinity with a Humanity of impossible beauty nor was the infant careerof either arrested in blood and tears by the madness of its worshippersTo maintain not to overthrow was the device of the Washington of thesixteenth century as it was the aim of our own hero and his greatcontemporariesThe great Western Republic thereforein whose AngloSaxon veins flowsmuch of that ancient and kindred blood received from the nation onceruling a noble portion of its territory and tracking its own politicalexistence to the same parent spring of temperate human libertymust lookwith affectionate interest upon the trials of the elder commonwealthThese volumes recite the achievement of

Produced by David WidgerFIRST SERIES PLAYSBy John GalsworthyContents THE SILVER BOX JOY STRIFETHE SILVER BOXA COMEDY IN THREE ACTSPERSONS OF THE PLAYJOHN BARTHWICK MP a wealthy LiberalMRS BARTHWICK his wifeJACK BARTHWICK their sonROPER their solicitorMRS JONES their charwomanMARLOW their manservantWHEELER their maidservantJONES the stranger within their gatesMRS SEDDON a landladySNOW a detectiveA POLICE MAGISTRATEAN UNKNOWN LADY from beyondTWO LITTLE GIRLS homelessLIVENS their fatherA RELIEVING OFFICERA MAGISTRATES CLERKAN USHERPOLICEMEN CLERKS AND OTHERSTIME The present The action of the first two Acts takes place onEaster Tuesday the action of the third on Easter Wednesday weekACT I SCENE I Rockingham Gate John Barthwicks diningroom SCENE II The same SCENE III The sameACT II SCENE I The Joness lodgings Merthyr Street SCENE II John Barthwicks diningroomACT III A London police courtACT ISCENE I The curtain rises on the BARTHWICKS diningroom large modern and well furnished the window curtains drawn Electric light is burning On the large round diningtable is set out a tray with whisky a syphon and a silver cigarettebox It is past midnight A fumbling is heard outside the door It is opened suddenly JACK BARTHWICK seems to fall into the room He stands holding by the door knob staring before him with a beatific smile He is in evening dress and opera hat and carries in his hand a skyblue velvet ladys reticule His boyish face is freshly coloured and cleanshaven An overcoat is hanging on his armJACK Hello Ive got home all riDefiantly Who says Ishd never ve opened th door without sistance He staggers infumbling with the reticule A ladys handkerchief and purse ofcrimson silk fall out Serve her joll well righteverythingdroppin out Th cat I ve scored her offI ve got her bagHe swings the reticule Serves her joly well right He takes acigarette out of the silver box and puts it in his mouth Nevergave tha fellow anything He hunts through all his pockets andpulls a shilling out it drops and rolls away He looks for itBeastly shilling He looks again Base ingratitude Absolutelynothing He laughs Mus tell him Ive got absolutely nothing He lurches through the door and down a corridor and presently returns followed by JONES who is advanced in liquor JONES about thirty years of age has hollow cheeks black circles round his eyes and rusty clothes He looks as though he might be unemployed and enters in a hangdog mannerJACK Sh sh sh Dont you make a noise whatever you do Shuthe door an have a drink Very solemnly You helped me to openthe doorI ve got nothin for you This is my house My fathersnames Barthwick hes Member of ParliamentLiberal Member ofParliament Ive told you that before Have a drink He pours outwhisky and drinks it up Im not drunk Subsiding on a sofaThas all right Whas your name My names Barthwick sos myfathers Im a Liberal toowhare youJONES In a thick sardonic voice Im a bloomin ConservativeMy names Jones My wife works ere shes the char she worksereJACK Jones He laughs Theres nother Jones at College withme Im not a Socialist myself Im a Liberaltheres velilldifference because of the principles of the LibLiberal PartyWere all equal before the lawthas rot thas silly LaughsWha was I about to say Give me some whisky JONES gives him the whisky he desires together with a squirt of syphonWha I was goin tell you wasI ve had a row with her He wavesthe reticule Have a drink Jonessh d never have got in withoutyoutha s why I m giving you a drink Don care who knows Ivescored her off Th cat He throws his feet up on the sofaDon you make a noise whatever you do You pour out a drinkyoumake yourself good long long drinkyou take cigaretteyou takeanything you like Shd never have got in without you Closinghis eyes Youre a Toryyoure a Tory Socialist Im Liberalmyselfhave a drinkI m an excelnt chap His head drops back He smiling falls asleep and JONES stands looking at him then snatching up JACKs glass he drinks it off He picks the reticule from off JACKS shirtfront holds it to the light and smells at itJONES Been on the tiles and brought ome some of yer cats furHe stuffs it into JACKs breast pocketJACK Murmuring I ve scored you off You cat JONES looks around him furtively he pours out whisky and drinks it From the silver box he takes a cigarette puffs at it and drinks more whisky There is no sobriety left in himJONES Fat lot o things theyve got ere He sees the crimsonpurse lying on the floor More cats fur Puss puss Hefingers it drops it on the tray and looks at JACK Calf Fatcalf He sees his own presentment in a mirror Lifting his handswith fingers

Produced by David WidgerFIFTH SERIES PLAYS OF GALSWORTHYBy John GalsworthyContents A Family Man Loyalties WindowsA FAMILY MANFrom the 5th Series PlaysBy John GalsworthyCHARACTERSJOHN BUILDER of the firm of Builder BuilderJULIA His WifeATHENE His elder DaughterMAUD His younger DaughterRALPH BUILDER His Brother and PartnerGUY HERRINGHAME A Flying ManANNIE A Young Person in BlueCAMILLE Mrs Builders French MaidTOPPING Builders ManservantTHE MAYOR Of BreconridgeHARRIS His SecretaryFRANCIS CHANTREY JPMOON A ConstableMARTIN A Police SergeantA JOURNALIST From The CometTHE FIGURE OF A POACHERTHE VOICES AND FACES OF SMALL BOYSThe action passes in the town of Breconridge the MidlandsACT I SCENE I BUILDERS Study After breakfast SCENE II A StudioACT II BUILDERS Study LunchtimeACT III SCENE I THE MAYORS Study 10am the following day SCENE II BUILDERS Study The same Noon SCENE III BUILDERS Study The same EveningACT ISCENE I The study of JOHN BUILDER in the provincial town of Breconridge A panelled room wherein nothing is ever studied except perhaps BUILDERS face in the mirror over the fireplace It is however comfortable and has large leather chairs and a writing table in the centre on which is a typewriter and many papers At the back is a large window with French outside shutters overlooking the street for the house is an old one built in an age when the homes of doctors lawyers and so forth were part of a provincial town and not yet suburban There are two or three fine old prints on the walls Right and Left and a fine old fireplace Left with a fender on which one can sit A door Left back leads into the diningroom and a door Right forward into the hall JOHN BUILDER is sitting in his afterbreakfast chair before the fire with The Times in his hands He has breakfasted well and is in that condition of firstpipe serenity in which the affairs of the nation seem almost bearable He is a tallish square personable man of fortyseven with a wellcoloured jowly fullish face marked under the eyes which have very small pupils and a good deal of light in them His bearing has force and importance as of a man accustomed to rising and ownerships sure in his opinions and not lacking in geniality when things go his way Essentially a Midlander His wife a woman of fortyone of ivory tint with a thin trim figure and a face so strangely composed as to be almost like a mask essentially from Jersey is putting a nib into a penholder and filling an inkpot at the writingtable As the curtain rises CAMILLE enters with a rather brokendown cardboard box containing flowers She is a young woman with a good figure a pale face the warm brown eyes and complete poise of a Frenchwoman She takes the box to MRS BUILDERMRS BUILDER The blue vase please Camille CAMILLE fetches a vase MRS BUILDER puts the flowers into the vase CAMILLE gathers up the debris and with a glance at BUILDER goes outBUILDER Glorious October I ought to have a damned good days shootingwith Chantrey tomorrowMRS BUILDER Arranging the flowers Arent you going to the officethis morningBUILDER Well no I was going to take a couple of days off If youfeel at the top of your form take a restthen you go on feeling at thetop He looks at her as if calculating What do you say to looking upAtheneMRS BUILDER Palpably astonished Athene But you said youd donewith herBUILDER Smiling Six weeks ago but dash it one cant have done withones own daughter Thats the weakness of an Englishman he cant keepup his resentments In a town like this it doesnt do to have her livingby herself One of these days itll get out weve had a row Thatwouldnt do me any goodMRS BUILDER I seeBUILDER Besides I miss her Mauds so selfabsorbed It makes a bighole in the family Julia Youve got her address havent youMRS BUILDER Yes Very still But do you think its dignified JohnBUILDER Genially Oh hang dignity I rather pride myself on knowingwhen to stand on my dignity and when to sit on it If shes still crazyabout Art she can live at home and go out to studyMRS BUILDER Her craze was for libertyBUILDER A few weeks discomfort soon cures that She cant live on herpittance Shell have found that out by now Get your things on andcome with me at twelve oclockMRS BUILDER I think youll regret it Shell refuseBUILDER Not if Im nice to her A child could play with me todayShall I tell you a secret JuliaMRS BUILDER It would be pleasant for a changeBUILDER The Mayors coming round at

Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHEART OF THE SUNSETBy Rex BeachAuthor of THE SILVER HORDE THE SPOILERS THE IRON TRAIL EtcCONTENTS I THE WATERHOLE II THE AMBUSH III WHAT HAPPENED AT THE WATERHOLE IV AN EVENING AT LAS PALMAS V SOMETHING ABOUT HEREDITY VI A JOURNEY AND A DARK MAN VII LUIS LONGORIO VIII BLAZE JONESS NEMESIS IX A SCOUTING TRIP X A RANGERS HORSE XI JUDGE ELLSWORTH EXACTS A PROMISE XII LONGORIO MAKES BOLD XIII DAVE LAW BECOMES JEALOUS XIV JOSE SANCHEZ SWEARS AN OATH XV THE TRUTH ABOUT PANFILO XVI THE RODEO XVII THE GUZMAN INCIDENT XVIII ED AUSTIN TURNS AT BAY XIX RANGERS XX SUPERSTITIONS AND CERTAINTIES XXI AN AWAKENING XXII WHAT ELLSWORTH HAD TO SAY XXIII THE CRASH XXIV DAVE LAW COMES HOME XXV A WARNING AND A SURPRISE XXVI THE WATERCURE XXVII LA FERIAXXVIII THE DOORS OF PARADISE XXIX THE PRIEST FROM MONCLOVA XXX THE MAN OF DESTINY XXXI A SPANISH WILL XXXII THE DAWNHEART OF THE SUNSETITHE WATERHOLEA fitful breeze played among the mesquite bushes The naked earthwhere it showed between the clumps of grass was baked plaster hard Itburned like hot slag and except for a panting lizard here and thereor a dustgray jackrabbit startled from its covert nothing animatestirred upon its face High and motionless in the blinding sky abuzzard poised longtailed Mexican crows among the thorny branchescreaked and whistled choked and rattled snored and grunted a dovemourned inconsolably and out of the air issued metallic insectcriesthe direction whence they came as unascertainable as theirsource was hiddenAlthough the sun was halfway down the west its glare remaineduntempered and the tantalizing shade of the sparse mesquite was moreof a trial than a comfort to the lone woman who refusing its deceitfulinvitation plodded steadily over the waste Stop indeed she darednot In spite of her fatigue regardless of the torture from feet andlimbs unused to walking she must as she constantly assured herselfkeep going until strength failed So far fortunately she had kept herhead and she retained sufficient reason to deny the fancifulapprehensions which clamored for audience If she once allowed herselfto become panicky she knew she would fare worsefar worseand nowif ever she needed all her faculties Somewhere to the northwardperhaps a mile perhaps a league distant lay the waterholeBut the country was of a deadly and a deceitful sameness devoid oflandmarks and lacking welldefined watercourses The unending mesquitewith its first spring foliage resembled a limitless peachorchard sownby some careless and unbelievably prodigal hand Out of these falseacres occasional knolls and low stony hills lifted themselves so thatone came now and then to vantagepoints where the eye leaped forgreat distances across imperceptible valleys to horizons so far awaythat the scattered treeclumps were blended into an unbroken carpet ofgreen To the woman these outlooks were unutterably depressing merelyserving to reveal the vastness of the desolation about herAt the crest of such a rise she paused and studied the countrycarefully but without avail She felt dizzily for the desert bag swungfrom her shoulder only to find it flat and dry the galvanizedmouthpiece burned her fingers With a little shock she remembered thatshe had done this very thing several times before and her repeatedforgetting frightened her since it seemed to show that her mind hadbeen slightly unbalanced by the heat That perhaps explained why thedistant horizon swam and wavered soIn all probability a man situated as she was would have spoken aloudin an endeavor to steady himself but this woman did nothing of thesort Seating herself in the densest shade she could findit wasreally no shade at allshe closed her eyes and relaxedno easy thingto do in such a stifling temperature and when her throat was achingwith droughtAt length she opened her eyes again only to find that she could makeout nothing familiar Undoubtedly she was lost the waterhole might beanywhere She listened tensely and the very air seemed to listen withher the leaves hushed their faint whisperings a nearby cactus heldits forty fleshy ears alert while others more distant poised in thesame harkening attitude It seemed to the woman that a thousand earswere straining with hers yet no sound came save only the monotonouscrescendo and diminuendo of those locustcries coming out of nowhereand retreating into the voids At last as if satisfied the leavesbegan to whisper softly againAway to her left lay the yellow flood of the Rio Grande but the womanthough tempted to swing in that direction knew better than to yieldAt least twenty miles of barrens lay between and she told herself thatshe could never cover such a distance No the waterhole was nearerit must be close at hand If she could only think a little moreclearly she could locate it Once more she tried as she had triedmany times before to recall the exact point where she had shot herhorse and to map in her minds eye the footweary course she hadtraveled from that point onwardDesert travel was nothing new to her thirst and fatigue were oldacquaintances yet she could not help wondering if in spite of hertraining in spite of that inborn sense of direction which she hadprided herself upon sharing with the wild creatures she were fated tobecome a victim of the chaparral The possibility was remote death atthis moment seemed as far

Produced by Don LainsonTHE PATH OF A STARBy Mrs Everard CotesAKA Sara Jeannette Duncan1899CHAPTER IShe pushed the portiere aside with a curved hand and gracefullyseparated fingers it was a staccato movement and her body followed itafter an instants poise of hesitation head thrust a little forwardeyes inquiring and a tentative smile although she knew precisely whowas there You would have been aware at once that she was an actressShe entered the room with a little stride and then crossed it quicklythe train of her morning gownit cried out of luxury with the cheapestvoicetaking folds of great audacity as she bent her face in its loosemass of hair over Laura Filbert sitting on the edge of a bamboo sofaand saidYou poor thing Oh you POOR thingShe took Lauras hand as she spoke and tried to keep it but the handwas neutral and she let it go It is a hand she said to herselfin one of those quick reflections that so often visited her readymadethat turns the merely inquiring mind away Nothing but feeling couldhold itMiss Filbert made the conventional effort to rise but it came tonothing or to a mere embarrassed accent of their greeting Then hervoice showed this feeling to be superficial made nothing of it pushedit to one sideI suppose you cannot see the foolishness of your pity she said OhMiss Howe I am happier than you aremuch happier Her bare feet asshe spoke nestled into the coarse Mirzapore rug on the floor and hereye lingered approvingly upon an Owari vase three feet high and thickwith the gilded landscape of Japan which stood near it in the cheapmagnificence of the roomHilda smiled Her smile acquiesced in the world she had foundacquiesced with the gladness of an explorer in Laura Filbert as afeature of itDont be too sure she cried I am very happy It is such a pleasureto see youHer gaze embraced Miss Filbert as a person and Miss Filbert as apictorial fact but that was because she could not help it Her eyeswere really engaged only with the latter Miss FilbertMuch happier than you are Laura repeated slowly moving her head fromside to side as if to negative contradiction in advance She smiled tooit was as if she had remembered a former habit from politenessOf course you areof course Miss Howe acknowledged The words weremellow and vibrant her voice seemed to dwell upon them with a kind ofrich affection Her face covered itself with serious sweetness I canimagine the beatitudes you feelby your clothesThe girl drew her feet under her and her hand went up to the onlysemiconventional item of her attire It was a brooch that exclaimed insilver letters Glory to His Name It is the dress of the Army in thiscountry she said I would not change it for the wardrobe of a queenThats just what I mean Miss Howe leaned back in her chair with herhead among its cushions and sent her words fluently across the roomstraight and level with the glance from between her halfclosed eyelidsA fine sensuous appreciation of the indolence it was possible to enjoyin the East clung about her To live on a plane that lifts you up likethatso that you can defy all criticism and all convention and goabout the streets like a mark of exclamation at the selfishness of theworldthere must be something very consummate in it or you couldnt goon At least I couldntI suppose I do look odd to you Her voice took a curious softuplifted note I wear three garments onlythe garments of my sisterswho plant the young shoots in the ricefields and carry bricks for thebuilding of rich mens houses and gather the dung of the roadways toburn for fuel If the Army is to conquer India it must march barefootedand bareheaded all the way All the way Laura repeated with atremor of musical sadness Her eyes were fixed in appeal upon the otherwomans And if the sun beats down upon my uncovered head I think Itstruck more fiercely upon Calvary and if the way is sharp to my unshodfeet I say At least I have no cross to bear The last words seemedalmost a chant and her voice glided from them into singing The blessed Saviour died for me On the cross On the cross He bore my sins at Calvary On the rugged crossShe sang softly her body thrust a little forward in a tender swaying Behold His hands and feet and side The crown of thorns the crimson tide Forgive them Father loud He cried On the rugged crossOh thank you Miss Howe exclaimed Then she murmured again Thatsjust what I meanA blankness came over the girls face as a light cloud will cross themoon She regarded Hilda from behind it with penetrant anxiety Didyou really enjoy that hymn she askedIndeed I didThen dear Miss Howe I think you cannot be very far from the KingdomI Oh I have my part in a kingdom Her voice caressed the idea Andthe curious thing is that we are all aristocrats who belong to it Notthe vulgar kind you understandbut no you dont understand Youllhave to take my word for it Miss Howes eyes sought a red hibiscusflower that looked in at the window half drowned in sunlight and thesmile in them deepenedIs it the Kingdom of God and His righteousness Laura Filberts clearglance was disturbed by a ray of curiosity but the inflexible qualityof her tone more than counterbalanced thisTheres nothing about it in the Bible if thats what you mean And yetI think the men who wrote The time of the singing of birds has comeand I will lift mine eyes unto the hills must have belonged to itShe paused with an odd look of discomfiture But one shouldnt talkabout things like thatit

Produced by Charles Keller HTML version by Al HainesJean of the Lazy AByB M BOWERCONTENTSCHAPTER I HOW TROUBLE CAME TO THE LAZY A II CONCERNING LITE AND A FEW FOOTPRINTS III WHAT A MANS GOOD NAME IS WORTH IV JEAN V JEAN RIDES INTO A SMALL ADVENTURE VI AND THE VILLAIN PURSUED LITE VII ROBERT GRANT BURNS GETS HELP VIII JEAN SPOILS SOMETHING IX A MANSIZED JOB FOR JEAN X JEAN LEARNS WHAT FEAR IS LIKE XI LITES PUPIL DEMONSTRATES XII TO DOUBLE FOR MURIEL GAY XIII PICTURES AND PLANS AND MYSTERIOUS FOOTSTEPS XIV PUNCH VERSUS PRESTIGE XV A LEADING LADY THEY WOULD MAKE OF JEAN XVI FOR ONCE AT LEAST LITE HAD HIS WAY XVII WHY DONT YOU GIVE THEM SOMETHING REAL XVIII A NEW KIND OF PICTURE XIX IN LOS ANGELES XX CHANCE TAKES A HAND XXI JEAN BELIEVES THAT SHE TAKES MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS XXII JEAN MEETS ONE CRISIS AND CONFRONTS ANOTHER XXIII A LITTLE ENLIGHTENMENT XXIV THE LETTER IN THE CHAPS XXV LITE COMES OUT OF THE BACKGROUND XXVI HOW HAPPINESS RETURNED TO THE LAZY AJEAN OF THE LAZY ACHAPTER IHOW TROUBLE CAME TO THE LAZY AWithout going into a deep psychological discussion of the elements inmens souls that breed events we may say with truth that the Lazy Aranch was as other ranches in the smooth tenor of its life until oneday in June when the finger of fate wrote bold and black across theface of it the word that blotted out prosperity content warm familytiesall those things that go to make life worth whileJean sixteen and a range girl to the last fiber of her being hadgotten up early that morning and had washed the dishes and swept andhad shaken the rugs of the little livingroom most vigorously On herknees with stiff brush and much soapy water she had scrubbed thekitchen floor until the boards dried white as kitchen floors may beShe had baked a loaf of gingerbread that came from the oven with amost delectable odor and had wrapped it in a clean cloth to cool onthe kitchen table Her dad and Lite Avery would show cause for thebaking of it when they sat down fresh washed and ravenous to theirsupper that evening I mention Jean and her scrubbed kitchen and thegingerbread by way of proving how the Lazy A went unwarned andunsuspecting to the very brink of its disasterLite Avery long and lean and silently content with life had riddenaway with a package of sandwiches after a full breakfast and a smilefrom the slim girl who cooked it upon the business of the day whichhappened to be a long ride with one of the Bar Nothing riders down inthe breaks along the river Jeans father big Aleck Douglas hadsaddled and ridden away alone upon business of his own And presentlyin midforenoon Jean closed the kitchen door upon an immaculatelyclean house filled with the warm fragrant odor of her baking and infresh shirt waist and her best ridingskirt and Stetson went whistlingaway down the path to the stable and saddled Pard the brown colt thatLite had broken to the saddle for her that spring In ten minutes or soshe went galloping down the coulee and out upon the trail to townwhich was fifteen miles away and held a chum of hersSo Lazy A coulee was left at peace with scratching hens busy with thefeeding of halffeathered chicks and a rooster that crowed from thecorral fence seven times without stopping to take breath In the bigcorral a sorrel mare nosed her colt and nibbled abstractedly at thepile of hay in one corner while the colt wabbled aimlessly up andsniffed curiously and then turned to inspect the rails that felt soqueer and hard when he rubbed his nose against them The sun was warmand cloudshadows drifted lazily across the coulee with the breeze thatblew from the west You never would dream that this was the lastdaythe last few hours evenwhen the Lazy A would be the untroubledhome of three persons of whose lives it formed so great a partAt noon the hens were hovering their chickens in the shade of the mowerwhich Lite was overhauling during his spare time getting it ready forthe hay that was growing apace out there in the broad mouth of thecoulee The rooster was wallowing luxuriously in a dusty spot in thecorral The young colt lay stretched out on the fat of its side in thesun sound asleep The sorrel mare lay beside it asleep also withher head thrown up against her shoulder Somewhere in a shed a calfwas bawling in bored lonesomeness away from its mother feeding down thepasture And over all the coulee and the buildings nestled against thebluff at its upper end was spread that atmosphere of homey comfort andsheltered calm which surrounds always a home that is happyLite Avery riding toward home just when the shadows were beginning togrow long behind him wondered if Jean would be back by the time hereached the ranch He hoped so with a vague distaste at finding theplace empty of her cheerful presence Be looked at his watch it wasnearly four oclock She ought to be home by halfpast four or fiveanyway He glanced sidelong at Jim and quietly slackened his pace alittle Jim was telling one of those long rambling tales of the littlehappenings of a narrow life and Lite was supposed to be listeninginstead of thinking about

Produced by David WidgerTHE EMPEROR CompleteBy Georg EbersTranslated by Clara BellPREFACEIt is now fourteen years since I planned the story related in thesevolumes the outcome of a series of lectures which I had occasion todeliver on the period of the Roman dominion in Egypt But the pleasuresof inventive composition were forced to give way to scientific laborsand when I was once more at leisure to try my wings with increase ofpower I felt more strongly urged to other flights Thus it came to passthat I did I not take the time of Hadrian for the background of a taletill after I had dealt with the still later period of the early monasticmove in Homo Sum Since finishing that romance my old wish to depictin the form of a story the most important epoch of the history of thatvenerable nation to which I have devoted nearly a quarter century of mylife has found its fulfilment I have endeavored to give a picture ofthe splendor of the Pharaonic times in Uarda of the subjection ofEgypt to the new Empire of the Persians in An Egyptian Princess ofthe Hellenic period under the Lagides in The Sisters of the Romandominion and the early growth of Christianity in The Emperor andof the anchorite spiritin the deserts and rocks of the SinaiticPeninsulain Homo Sum Thus the present work is the last of which thescene will be laid in Egypt This series of romances will not onlyhave introduced the reader to a knowledge of the history of manners andculture in Egypt but will have facilitated his comprehension of certaindominant ideas which stirred the mind of the Ancients How far I mayhave succeeded in rendering the color of the times I have described andin producing pictures that realize the truth I myself cannot ventureto judge for since even present facts are differently reflected indifferent minds this must be still more emphatically the case withthings long since past and halfforgotten Again and again whenhistorical investigation has refused to afford me the means ofresuscitating some remotely ancient scene I have been obliged to takecounsel of imagination and remember the saying that the Poet must be aretrospective Seer and could allow my fancy to spread her wings whileI remained her lord and knew the limits up to which I might permit herto soar I considered it my lawful privilege to paint much that waspure invention but nothing that was not possible at the period I wasrepresenting A due regard for such possibility has always set thebounds to fancys flight wherever existing authorities have allowedme to be exact and faithful I have always been so and the mostdistinguished of my fellowprofessors in Germany England France andHolland have more than once borne witness to this But as I needhardly point out poetical and historical truth are not the same thingfor historical truth must remain as far as possible unbiassed by thesubjective feeling of the writer while poetical truth can only findexpression through the medium of the artists fancyAs in my last two romances so in The Emperor I have added no notesI do this in the pleasant conviction of having won the confidence of myreaders by my historical and other labors Nothing has encouraged me tofresh imaginative works so much as the fact that through these romancesthe branch of learning that I profess has enlisted many disciples whosenames are now mentioned with respect among Egyptologists Every one whois familiar with the history of Hadrians time will easily discern bytrifling traits from what author or from which inscription or monumentthe minor details have been derived and I do not care to interrupt thecourse of the narrative and so spoil the pleasure of the larger classof readers It would be a happiness to me to believe that this taledeserves to be called a real work of art and as such its firstfunction should be to charm and elevate the mind Those who at the sametime enrich their knowledge by its study ought not to detect the factthat they are learningThose who are learned in the history of Alexandria under the Romans maywonder that I should have made no mention of the Therapeutai on LakeMareotis I had originally meant to devote a chapter to them but Lucasrecent investigations led me to decide on leaving it unwritten I havegiven years of study to the early youth of Christianity particularlyin Egypt and it affords me particular satisfaction to help others torealize how in Hadrians time the pure teaching of the Saviour as yetlittle sullied by the contributions of human minds conqueredand couldnot fail to conquerthe hearts of men Side by side with the triumphantFaith I have set that noble blossom of Greek life and cultureArt whichin later ages Christianity absorbed in order to dress herself in herbeautiful forms The statues and bust of Antinous which remain to us ofthat epoch show that the drooping tree was still destined to put forthnew leaves under Hadrians ruleThe romantic traits which I have attributed to the character of my herowho travelled throughout the world climbing mountains to rejoice inthe splendor of he rising sun are authentic One of the most difficulttasks I have ever set myself was to construct from the abundant butessentially contradictory accounts of Hadian a human figure in which Icould myself at all believe still how gladly I set to work to do soThere was much to be considered in working out this narrative but thestory itself has flowed straight from the heart of the writer I canonly hope it may find its way to that of the reader LEIPZIG November 1880 GEORG EBERSTHE EMPERORBOOK 1CHAPTER IThe morning twilight had dawned into day and the sun had risen on thefirst of December of the year of our Lord 129 but was still veiled bymilkwhite mists which rose from the sea and it was coldKasius a mountain of moderate elevation stands on a tongue of landthat projects from

Produced by Judith BossOut of Times AbyssByEdgar Rice BurroughsJTABLE 5 5 1Chapter IThis is the tale of Bradley after he left Fort Dinosaur upon the westcoast of the great lake that is in the center of the islandUpon the fourth day of September 1916 he set out with fourcompanions Sinclair Brady James and Tippet to search along thebase of the barrier cliffs for a point at which they might be scaledThrough the heavy Caspakian air beneath the swollen sun the five menmarched northwest from Fort Dinosaur now waistdeep in lush junglegrasses starred with myriad gorgeous blooms now across openmeadowland and parklike expanses and again plunging into dense forestsof eucalyptus and acacia and giant arboreous ferns with featheredfronds waving gently a hundred feet above their headsAbout them upon the ground among the trees and in the air over themmoved and swung and soared the countless forms of Caspaks teeminglife Always were they menaced by some frightful thing and seldom weretheir rifles cool yet even in the brief time they had dwelt uponCaprona they had become callous to danger so that they swung alonglaughing and chatting like soldiers on a summer hikeThis reminds me of South Clark Street remarked Brady who had onceserved on the traffic squad in Chicago and as no one asked him why hevolunteered that it was because its no place for an IrishmanSouth Clark Street and heaven have something in common thensuggested Sinclair James and Tippet laughed and then a hideous growlbroke from a dense thicket ahead and diverted their attention to othermattersOne of them behemoths of Oly Writ muttered Tippet as they came to ahalt and with guns ready awaited the almost inevitable chargeHungry lot o beggars these said Bradley always trying to eateverything they seeFor a moment no further sound came from the thicket He may befeeding now suggested Bradley Well try to go around him Cantwaste ammunition Wont last forever Follow me And he set off atright angles to their former course hoping to avert a charge Theyhad taken a dozen steps perhaps when the thicket moved to the advanceof the thing within it the leafy branches parted and the hideous headof a gigantic bear emergedPick your trees whispered Bradley Cant waste ammunitionThe men looked about them The bear took a couple of steps forwardstill growling menacingly He was exposed to the shoulders nowTippet took one look at the monster and bolted for the nearest treeand then the bear charged He charged straight for Tippet The othermen scattered for the various trees they had selectedall exceptBradley He stood watching Tippet and the bear The man had a goodstart and the tree was not far away but the speed of the enormouscreature behind him was something to marvel at yet Tippet was in afair way to make his sanctuary when his foot caught in a tangle ofroots and down he went his rifle flying from his hand and fallingseveral yards away Instantly Bradleys piece was at his shoulderthere was a sharp report answered by a roar of mingled rage and painfrom the carnivore Tippet attempted to scramble to his feetLie still shouted Bradley Cant waste ammunitionThe bear halted in its tracks wheeled toward Bradley and then backagain toward Tippet Again the formers rifle spit angrily and thebear turned again in his direction Bradley shouted loudly Come onyou behemoth of Holy Writ he cried Come on you duffer Cantwaste ammunition And as he saw the bear apparently upon the verge ofdeciding to charge him he encouraged the idea by backing rapidly awayknowing that an angry beast will more often charge one who moves thanone who lies stillAnd the bear did charge Like a bolt of lightning he flashed down uponthe Englishman Now run Bradley called to Tippet and himselfturned in flight toward a nearby tree The other men now safelyensconced upon various branches watched the race with breathlessinterest Would Bradley make it It seemed scarce possible And ifhe didnt James gasped at the thought Six feet at the shoulderstood the frightful mountain of bloodmad flesh and bone and sinew thatwas bearing down with the speed of an express train upon the seeminglyslowmoving manIt all happened in a few seconds but they were seconds that seemedlike hours to the men who watched They saw Tippet leap to his feet atBradleys shouted warning They saw him run stooping to recover hisrifle as he passed the spot where it had fallen They saw him glanceback toward Bradley and then they saw him stop short of the tree thatmight have given him safety and turn back in the direction of the bearFiring as he ran Tippet raced after the great cave bearthe monstrousthing that should have been extinct ages beforeran for it and firedeven as the beast was almost upon Bradley The men in the treesscarcely breathed It seemed to them such a futile thing for Tippet todo and Tippet of all men They had never looked upon Tippet as acowardthere seemed to be no cowards among that strangely assortedcompany that Fate had gathered together from the four corners of theearthbut Tippet was considered a cautious man Overcautious somethought him How futile he and his little popgun appeared as hedashed after that living engine of destruction But oh how gloriousIt was some such thought as this that ran through Bradys mind thougharticulated it might have been expressed otherwise albeit moreforcefullyJust then it occurred to Brady to fire and he too opened upon thebear but at the same instant the animal stumbled and fell forwardthough still growling most fearsomely Tippet never stopped running orfiring until he stood within a foot of the brute which lay almosttouching Bradley and was already struggling to regain its feetPlacing the muzzle of his gun against the bears ear Tippet pulled thetrigger

Produced by David WidgerA THORNY PATHBy Georg EbersVolume 1CHAPTER IThe green screen slowly rose covering the lower portion of the broadstudio window where Heron the gemcutter was at work It was Melissathe artists daughter who had pulled it up with bended knees andoutstretched arms panting for breathThat is enough cried her fathers impatient voice He glanced up atthe flood of light which the blinding sun of Alexandria was pouring intothe room as it did every autumn afternoon but as soon as the shadowfell on his worktable the old mans busy fingers were at work againand he heeded his daughter no moreAn hour later Melissa again and without any bidding pulled up thescreen as before but it was so much too heavy for her that the effortbrought the blood into her calm fair face as the deep rough That isenough was again heard from the worktableThen silence reigned once more Only the artists low whistling ashe worked or the patter and pipe of the birds in their cages by thewindow broke the stillness of the spacious room till the voice andstep of a man were presently heard in the anteroomHeron laid by his graver and Melissa her gold embroidery and the eyesof father and daughter met for the first time for some hours The verybirds seemed excited and a starling which had sat moping since thescreen had shut the sun out now cried out Olympias Melissa roseand after a swift glance round the room she went to the door come whomightAy even if the brother she was expecting should bring a companion ora patron of art who desired her fathers work the room need not fear acritical eye and she was so well assured of the faultless neatness ofher own person that she only passed a hand over her brown hair andwith an involuntary movement pulled her simple white robe more tightlythrough her girdleHerons studio was as clean and as simple as his daughters attirethough it seemed larger than enough for the purpose it served for onlya very small part of it was occupied by the artist who sat as if inexile behind the worktable on which his belongings were laid out a setof small instruments in a case a tray filled with shells and bitsof onyx and other agates a yellow ball of Cyrenian modelingwaxpumicestone bottles boxes and bowlsMelissa had no sooner crossed the threshold than the sculptor drew uphis broad shoulders and brawny person and raised his hand to fling awaythe slender stylus he had been using however he thought better ofit and laid it carefully aside with the other tools But this act ofselfcontrol must have cost the hotheaded powerful man a great effortfor he shot a fierce look at the instrument which had had so narrow anescape and gave it a push of vexation with the back of his handThen he turned towards the door his sunburnt face looking surly enoughin its frame of tangled gray hair and beard and as he waited for thevisitor whom Melissa was greeting outside he tossed back his big headand threw out his broad deep chest as though preparing to wrestleMelissa presently returned and the youth whose hand she still held wasas might be seen in every feature none other than the sculptors sonBoth were darkeyed with noble and splendid heads and in statureperfectly equal but while the sons countenance beamed with heartyenjoyment and seemed by its peculiar attractiveness to be madeandto be accustomedto charm men and women alike his fathers face wasexpressive of disgust and misanthropy It seemed indeed as thoughthe newcomer had roused his ire for Heron answered his sons cheerfulgreeting with no word but a reproachful At last and paid no heed tothe hand the youth held out to himAlexander was no doubt inured to such a reception he did not disturbhimself about the old mans illhumor but slapped him on the shoulderwith rough geniality went up to the worktable with easy composuretook up the vice which held the nearly finished gem and after holdingit to the light and examining it carefully exclaimed Well donefather You have done nothing better than that for a long timePoor stuff said his father But his son laughedIf you will have it so But I will give one of my eyes to see the manin Alexandria who can do the likeAt this the old man broke out and shaking his fist he cried Becausethe man who can find anything worth doing takes good care not to wastehis time here making divine art a mere mockery by such trifling withtoys By Sirius I should like to fling all those pebbles into thefire the onyx and shells and jasper and what not and smash all thosewretched tools with these fists which were certainly made for otherwork than thisThe youth laid an arm round his fathers stalwart neck and gaylyinterrupted his wrath Oh yes Father Heron Philip and I have feltoften enough that they know how to hit hardNot nearly often enough growled the artist and the young man wentonThat I grant though every blow from you was equal to a dozen from thehand of any other father in Alexandria But that those mighty fists onhuman arms should have evoked the bewitching smile on the sweet lips ofthis Psyche if it is not a miracle of art isThe degradation of art the old man put in but Alexander hastilyaddedThe victory of the exquisite over the coarseA victory exclaimed Heron with a scornful flourish of his handI know boy why you are trying to garland the oppressive yoke withflowers of flattery So long as your surly old father sits over thevice he only whistles a song and spares you his complaints And thenthere is the money his work brings inHe laughed bitterly and as Melissa looked anxiously up at him herbrother exclaimedIf I did not know you well master and if it would not be too greata pity I would throw that lovely Psyche to the ostrich in Scopasscourtyard for by Herakles he would swallow your

Produced by An Anonymous VolunteerTHE CARDINALS SNUFFBOXBy Henry HarlandIThe Signorino will take coffee old Marietta asked as she set thefruit before himPeter deliberated for a moment then burned his shipsYes he answeredBut in the garden perhaps the little brown old woman suggested witha persuasive flourishNo he corrected her gently smiling and shaking his head notperhapscertainlyHer small sharp old black Italian eyes twinkled responsiveThe Signorino will find a rustic table under the big willowtree atthe waters edge she informed him with a good deal of gesture ShallI serve it thereWhere you will I leave myself entirely in your hands he saidSo he sat by the rustic table on a rustic bench under the willowsipped his coffee smoked his cigarette and gazed in contemplation atthe viewOf its kind it was rather a striking viewIn the immediate foregroundat his feet indeedthere was the riverthe narrow Aco peacockgreen a dark file of poplars on either bankrushing pellmell away from the quiet waters of the lake Then justacross the river at his left stretched the smooth lawns of the park ofVentirose with glimpses of the manypinnacled castle through the treesand beyond undulating country flourishing friendly a perspective ofvineyards cornfields groves and gardens pointed by numberless whitevillas At his right loomed the gaunt mass of the Gnisi with its blackforests its bare crags its foaming ascade and the crenelated range ofthe Cornobastone and finally climax and cynosure at the valleysend Monte Sfiorito its three snowcovered summits almostinsubstantialseeming floating forms of luminous pink vapour in theevening sunshine against the intense blue of the skyA familiar verse had come into Peters mind and kept running thereobstinatelyReally he said to himself feature for feature down to the verycataract leaping in glory the scene might have been got up aprescoup to illustrate it And he began to repeat the beautiful hackneyedwords under his breathBut about midway of the third line he was interruptedIIIts not altogether a bad sort of viewis it some one said inEnglishThe voice was a womans It was clear and smooth it was crispcutdistinguishedPeter glanced about himOn the opposite bank of the Aco in the grounds of Ventirose five orsix yards away a lady was standing looking at him smilingPeters eyes met hers took in her face And suddenly his heart gavea jump Then it stopped dead still tingling for a second Then it flewoff racing perilouslyOh for reasonsfor the best reasons in theworld but thereby hangs my taleShe was a young woman tall slender in a white frock with a whitecloak an indescribable complexity of soft lace and airy ruffles roundher shoulders She wore no hat Her hair brown and warm in shadowsparkled where it caught the light in a kind of crinkly iridescencelike threads of glassPeters heart for the best reasons in the world was racing perilouslyIts impossibleimpossibleimpossiblethe words strummed themselvesto its rhythm Peters wits for had not the impossible come to passwere in a perilous confusion But he managed to rise from his rusticbench and to achieve a bowShe inclined her head graciouslyYou do not think it altogether badI hope she questioned in hercrispcut voice raising her eyebrows slightly with a droll littleassumption of solicitudePeters wits were in confusion but he must answer her An automaticsecondself summoned by the emergency answered for himI think one might safely call it altogether goodOh she exclaimedHer eyebrows went up again but now they expressed a certain whimsicalsurprise She threw back her head and regarded the prospect criticallyIt is not then too spectacular too violent she wondered returningher gaze to Peter with an air of polite readiness to defer to hisopinion Not too much like a decor de theatreOne should judge it his automatic secondself submitted with someleniency It is after all only unaided NatureA spark flickered in her eyes while she appeared to ponder But I amnot sure whether she was pondering the speech or its speakerReally she said in the end Did did Nature build the villas andplant the cornfieldsBut his automatic secondself was on its mettleYes it asserted boldly the kind of men who build villas and plantcornfields must be classified as natural forcesShe gave a light little laughand again appeared to ponder for amomentThen with another gracious inclination of the head and aninterrogative brightening of the eyes Mr Marchdale no doubt shehazardedPeter bowedI am very glad if on the whole you like our little effect she wenton glancing in the direction of Monte Sfiorito Ithere was thebriefest suspensionI am your landladyFor a third time Peter bowed a rather more elaborate bow than hisearlier ones a bow of respectful enlightenment of feudal homageYou arrived this afternoon she conjecturedBy the fivetwentyfive from Bergamo said heA very convenient train she remarked and then in the pleasantestmanner whereby the unusual mode of valediction was carried off GoodeveningGood evening responded Peter and accomplished his fourth bowShe moved away from the river up the smooth lawns between the treestowards Castel Ventirose a flitting whiteness amid the surroundinggreenPeter stood still looking after herBut when she was out of sight he sank back upon his rustic bench likea man exhausted and breathed a prodigious sigh He was absurdly paleAll the same clenching his fists and softly pounding the table withthem he muttered exultantly between his teeth What luck Whatincredible luck Its sheits she as I m a heathen Oh whatsupernatural luckIIIOld Mariettathe bravest of small figures in her neat blackandwhitepeasant dress with her silver ornaments and her red silk coif andaproncame for the coffee thingsBut at sight of Peter she abruptly halted She struck an attitude ofalarm She fixed him with her fiery little black eyesThe Signorino is not well she cried in the tones of one launching adenunciationPeter roused himselfEryesI m pretty well thank you he reassured her II m onlydying he added sweetly after an instants hesitationDying echoed Marietta wild aghastAh but you can save my lifeyou come in the very nick of time hesaid Im dying of curiositydying to know something that you can tellmeHer stare dissolved her attitude relaxed She smiledrelief rebukeShe shook her finger at himAh the

Produced by An Anonymous VolunteerTHE VOICE ON THE WIREBy Eustace Hale BallCHAPTER I WHEN THREE IS A MYSTERYMr Shirley is waiting for you in the grillroom sir Just step thisway sir and down the stairsThe large man awkwardly followed the servant to the cosey grillroom onthe lower floor of the club house He felt that every man of the littlegroups about the Flemish tables must be saying Whats he doing hereI wish Monty Shirley would meet me once in a while in the back room ofa ginmill where Id feel comfortable muttered the unhappy visitorThis joint is too classy But thats his game to playHe reached the soughtfor one however and exclaimed eagerly ByJiminy Monty Im glad to find youit would have been my luck afterthis day to get here too lateHe was greeted with a grip that made even his generous hand wince asthe other arose to smile a welcomeHello Captain Cronin Youre a good sight for a grouchy mans eyesSit down and confide the brand of your particular favorite poison to ourJapanese DionysiusThe Captain sighed with relief as he obeyedBar whiskey is good enough for an old timer like me Dont tell me youhave the bluesyour face isnt built that wayGospel truth Captain Ive been loafing around this clubnothing todo for a month Bridge handball highballs and yarns Im actually anervous wreck because my nerves havent had any work to doYoure the healthiest invalid Ive seen since the hospital days in theCivil War But dont worry about something to do Ive some job nowIts dolled up with all them frills you like millions murders andmysteries If this dont keep you awake youll have nightmares for thenext six months Do you want itIm tickled to death Spill itMonty its the greatest case my detective agency has had since I leftthe police force eleven years ago Its too big for me and Ive cometo you to do a stunt as is a stunt You will plug it for me wontyoujust as youve always done If I get the credit itll mean afortune to me in the advertising aloneHavent I handled every case for you in confidence Im not a flycopCaptain Cronin Im a consulting specialist and theres no shingle hungout Perhaps you had better take it to some one elseShirley pushed away his empty glass impatientlyThere Monty I didnt mean to offend you But theres such swellsin this and such a foxey bunch of blacklegs that Im as nervous as arookie cop on his first arrest Dont hold a grudge against meShirley lit a cigarette and resumed his good nature Go on CaptainIm so stale with dolce far niente after the Black Pearl affair lastmonth that I act like an amateur myself Make it short though for Imgoing to the operaThe Captain leaned over the table his face tense with suppressedemotion He was a grizzled veteran of the New York police force a manwho sought his quarry with the ferocity of a bulldog when the lineof search was definitely assured Lacking imagination and the subtlersenses of criminology Captain Cronin had built up a reputation forsuccess and honesty in every assignment by bravery persistence andas in this case the ability to cover his own deductive weakness byemploying the brains of othersMontague Shirley was as antithetical from the veteran detective as a mancould well be A noted athlete in his university he possessed a societyrating in New York at Newport and Tuxedo and on the Continent whichwas the envy of many a gilded youth born to the purpleOn leaving college despite an ample patrimony he had curiously enoughentered the lists as a newspaper man From the sporting page he wasgraduated to police news then the city desk at last closing his careeras the genius who invented the weekly Sunday thriller in many colorsof illustration and vivacious Gallic style which interpreted into heartthrobs and gooseflesh the real life romances and tragedies of thepreceding six days He had conquered the paperandink worldthen deepwithin there stirred the call for participation in the game itselfSo dropping quietly into the apparently indolent routine of clubexistence he had devoted his experience and genius to analyticalcriminologya line of endeavor known only to five men in the worldHe maintained no offices He wore no glittering badges a police carda fire badge and a revolver license renewed year after year were theonly instruments of his trade ever in evidence Shirley took assignmentsonly from the heads of certain agencies by personal arrangement asinformal as this from Captain Cronin His real clients never knew of hisparticipation and his prey never understood that he had been the realheadhunterHis feesMontague Shirley as a master craftsman deemed his artistryworthy of the hire His every case meant a modest fortune to thedetective agency and Shirleys bills were never rendered but alwayspaidSo here the hero of the gridiron and the class reunion the gallantof a hundred prematrimonial and nonmaturing engagements the veteranof a thousand drolleries and merry jousts in clubdomunspoiled bybirth breeding and wealth untrammeled by the juggernaut of potboilingand the salarygrind had drifted into the curious profession ofconfidential consulting criminal chaserShirley unostentatiously signaled for an encore on the refreshmentsYoure nervous tonight Captain Youve been doing things before youconsulted mewhich is against our Rule Number One isnt itThe Captain gulped down his whiskey and rubbed his foreheadCouldnt help it Monty It got too busy for me before I realizedanything unusual in the case See what I got from a gangster before Ilanded hereHe turned his closecropped head as Montague Shirley leaned forwardto observe an abrasion at the base of his skull It was dressed with acoating of collodionBrass knuckledI see the mark of the rings Tried for thepneumogastric nerves to quiet youWhatever he tried for he nearly got Kellys nightstick got hispneumonia gas jet or whatever you call it Hes still quiet in thestation houseYou know old man Van Cleft who owns skyscrapersdown town dont youWell hes the center of this flying wedge ofexcitement His family are fine people I understand His daughter wasto be married next week

Produced by Sue Asscher and Robert PrinceSUCCESSFUL EXPLORATIONTHROUGH THE INTERIOR OFAUSTRALIAFROM MELBOURNE TO THE GULF OF CARPENTARIAFROM THE JOURNALS AND LETTERS OFWILLIAM JOHN WILLSEDITED BY HIS FATHER WILLIAM WILLSLONDONRICHARD BENTLEY NEW BURLINGTON STREETPUBLISHER IN ORDINARY TO HER MAJESTY1863DEDICATEDBY PERMISSIONTO HIS GRACETHE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE KGETC ETC ETCBY HIS GRACESFAITHFUL SERVANTWILLIAM WILLSJANUARY 1863PREFACEA life terminating before it had reached its meridian can scarcelybe expected to furnish materials for an extended biography But theimportant position held by my late son as second in command inwhat is now so wellknown as the Burke and Wills ExploringExpedition across the Island Continent of Australia thecomplicated duties he undertook as Astronomer TopographerJournalist and Surveyor the persevering skill with which hedischarged them suggesting and regulating the march of the partythrough a waste of eighteen hundred miles previously untrodden byEuropean feet his courage patience and heroic death hisselfdenial in desiring to be left alone in the desert withscarcely a hope of rescue that his companions might find a chancefor themselvesthese claims on public attention demand that hisname should be handed down to posterity in something more than amere obituary record or an official acknowledgment of servicesA truthful though brief memoir of my sons short career mayfurnish a stimulating example by showing how much can beaccomplished in a few years when habits of prudence and industryhave been acquired in early youth He fell a victim to errors notoriginating with himself but he resigned his life without amurmur having devoted it to science and his country His deathwith the circumstances attending it furnishes an application ofthe lines of a favourite poet which he often quoted withadmiration Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time Footprints that perhaps another Sailing oer Lifes solemn main A forlorn and shipwreckd brother Seeing shall take heart againThe following pages are the only tribute a fond and mourning fathercan offer to the memory of one who while living merited andreciprocated his warmest affectionsWILLIAM WILLSLondon January 1863CONTENTSCHAPTER 1BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHBirthInfancyBoyhood and Early EducationYouthful Traits ofCharacterCHAPTER 2My two Sons leave England for AustraliaIncidents of the VoyageExtracts from JournalArrival at Port PhillipMelbourneEmployed as Shepherds in the InteriorMode of LifeMelbournein 1853Advice to ImmigrantsDescriptive Letters from the BushCHAPTER 3I arrive in AustraliaJoin my two Sons at their SheepstationReturn to Melbourne and Remove to BallaaratVisit to Mr SkeneMy son studies SurveyingHis Rapid ProficiencyAppointed totake Charge of a PartyLetters on various Subjects to his Motherand Brother at HomeCHAPTER 4My Son is appointed to the Magnetic Observatory at Melbourne underProfessor NeumayerHis Rapid Advance in the Study of Magnetismand MineralogyLetters to his Relatives at Home descriptive ofhis Pursuits Wishes and SentimentsFirst suggestions of hisProbable Employment on the Exploring ExpeditionCHAPTER 5Postponement of the Exploring Expedition projected at the beginningof 1860My Sons Letter to his Sister on going into SocietyMrBirnies Opinion of him and Extract from his LectureLetter fromWilliam to his Mother on Religious Views and Definitions of FaithHis last Communications to his family at Home before theDeparture of the ExpeditionCHAPTER 6THE EXPEDITIONHow the Expedition originatedAppointment of the LeaderOfficers and PartyMr Robert OHara Burke Mr GJ LandellsMr WJ Wills Dr Herman Beckler Dr Ludwig Becker etcTheExpedition starts from Melbourne on the 20th of August 1860Progress to Swan HillDischarge of Mr Ferguson the ForemanAdvance to MenindieResignation of Mr Landells and Dr HermanBecklerMr Wills promoted to second in command and Mr Wrightto thirdCHAPTER 7From Menindie on the Darling to TorowotoMr Burkes Despatchand Mr Willss Report from TorowotoMr Wrights unaccountabledelay at MenindieThe Expedition proceeds onwards to CoopersCreekExploring Trips in that neighbourhoodLoss of threeCamelsMr Willss Letter to his Sister December 6th and 15thIncorrectness of McDonoughs StatementsCHAPTER 8Mr Willss Survey of the line of Country pursued by theExpedition from Torowoto Swamp to Coopers CreekCHAPTER 9Departure from Coopers Creek for the Gulf of CarpentariaArrangements for the continuance of the Depot at Coopers CreekMr Brahe left in ChargeDetermination of RouteProgress andIncidentsMr Willss Field Books from the 16th of December1860 to the 30th of January 1861 1 to 9Shores of CarpentariaCHAPTER 10Return from Carpentaria to Coopers CreekMr Willss Journalsfrom February 19th to April 21st 1861Illness and Death of GrayThe Survivors arrive at Coopers Creek Depot and find itdesertedA Small Stock of Provisions leftConduct of BraheReport of the Royal CommissionCHAPTER 11Proceedings in MelbourneMeeting of the Exploration CommitteeTardy ResolutionsDeparture of Mr HowittPatriotic Effort ofMr OrkneySouth Australian Expedition under Mr McKinlayNewsof White Men and Camels having been seen by Natives in theInteriorCertain Intelligence of the Fate of the Explorersreaches MelbourneCHAPTER 12The attempt to reach South Australia and Adelaide by MountHopelessMistake of selecting that RouteMr Willss Journalsfrom the 23rd of April to the 29th of June 1861Adventures withthe NativesDiscovery of Nardoo as a Substitute for FoodMrBurke and King go in search of Natives for assistanceMr Willsleft alone in the DesertThe Last Entry in his JournalCHAPTER 13Kings NarrativeMr Burke and King again go in search of theNatives as a last resourceDeath of Mr BurkeKing returns andfinds Mr Wills dead in the GunyahHe falls in with the Nativesand wanders about with them until delivered by Mr Howitts partyExtract from Mr Howitts DiaryExtract from Mr McKinlaysDiaryMy Sons last Letter to me dated June 27th 1861StrongAttachment between Mr Burke and my SonKing delivers the Letterand Watch intrusted to himWith some difficulty I recover thePistolKings Reception in MelbourneSir H Barklys Letter toSir Roderick MurchisonSummary of Events and their CausesCHAPTER 14Letters of sympathy and condolence from Sir Henry Barkly MajorEgerton Warburton AJ Baker Esquire PA Jennings Esquire DrMueller The Council of Ballaarat East Robert Watson EsquireJohn Lavington Evans EsquireMeeting at TotnesResolution toerect a Monument to Mr WillsProceedings in the RoyalGeographical Society of LondonLetter from Sir Roderick Murchisonto Dr WillsDr Willss ReplyThe Lost Explorers a poeticaltributeConcluding ObservationsAPPENDICESILLUSTRATIONS1 THE LAST HOURS OF MR WILLSPainted by Scott Melbourne London Richard Bentley 1863Engraved by J Saddle2 WILLIAM J WILLSPainted by Scott Melbourne Engraved by J BrownBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHCHAPTER 1BirthInfancyBoyhood and Early EducationYouthful Traits of CharacterWilliam John Wills was born at

Produced by A LightThe Chinese Nightingale and Other PoemsbyVachel LindsayNicholas Vachel Lindsay Illinois Poet 18791931Note on text Italicized words or phrases capitalizedItalicized stanzas are indented 5 spaces Some errors have beencorrected Lines longer than 78 characters are broken accordingto metre and the continuation is indented two spacesThe Chinese Nightingale and Other PoemsByVachel LindsayAuthor of The Congo General William Booth Enters Into HeavenAdventures While Preaching the Gospel of Beauty etcThis Book is Dedicated to Sara Teasdale Poet Harriet Monroe awarded the Levinson Prize to The Chinese Nightingale as the best contribution to Poetry A Magazine of Verse for the year 1915Table of Contents First Section The Chinese Nightingale Second Section America Watching the War August 1914 to April 1917 Where Is the Real Nonresistant Heres to the Mice When Bryan Speaks To Jane Addams at the Hague I Speak Now for Peace II Tolstoi Is Plowing Yet The Tale of the Tiger Tree The Merciful Hand Third Section America at War with Germany Beginning April 1917 Our Mother Pocahontas Concerning Emperors Niagara Mark Twain and Joan of Arc The Bankrupt Peace Maker This My Song is made for Kerensky Fourth Section Tragedies Comedies and Dreams Our Guardian Angels and Their Children Epitaphs for Two Players I Edwin Booth II John Bunny Motion Picture Comedian Mae Marsh Motion Picture Actress Two Old Crows The Drunkards Funeral The Raft The Ghosts of the Buffaloes The Broncho that Would Not Be Broken The Prairie Battlements The Flower of Mending Alone in the Wind on the Prairie To Lady Jane How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven Fifth Section The Poem Games An Account of the Poem Games The King of Yellow Butterflies The Potatoes Dance The Booker Washington Trilogy I Simon Legree II John Brown III King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba How Samson Bore Away the Gates of GazaThe Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems First Section The Chinese Nightingale A Song in Chinese Tapestries How how he said Friend Chang I said San Francisco sleeps as the dead Ended license lust and play Why do you iron the night away Your big clock speaks with a deadly sound With a tick and a wail till dawn comes round While the monster shadows glower and creep What can be better for man than sleep I will tell you a secret Chang replied My breast with vision is satisfied And I see green trees and fluttering wings And my deathless bird from Shanghai sings Then he lit five firecrackers in a pan Pop pop said the firecrackers cracracrack He lit a joss stick long and black Then the proud gray joss in the corner stirred On his wrist appeared a gray small bird And this was the song of the gray small bird Where is the princess loved forever Who made Chang first of the kings of men And the joss in the corner stirred again And the carved dog curled in his arms awoke Barked forth a smokecloud that whirled and broke It piled in a maze round the ironingplace And there on the snowy table wide Stood a Chinese lady of high degree With a scornful witching tearose face Yet she put away all form and pride And laid her glimmering veil aside With a childlike smile for Chang and for me The walls fell back night was aflower The table gleamed in a moonlit bower While Chang with a countenance carved of stone Ironed and ironed all alone And thus she sang to the busy man Chang Have you forgotten Deep in the ages long long ago I was your sweetheart there on the sand Stormworn beach of the Chinese land We sold our grain in the peacock town Built on the edge of the seasands brown Built on the edge of the seasands brown When all the world was drinking blood From the skulls of men and bulls And all the world had swords and clubs of stone We drank our tea in China beneath the sacred spicetrees And heard the curled waves of the harbor moan And this gray bird in Loves first spring With a brightbronze breast and a bronzebrown wing Captured the world with his carolling Do you remember ages after At last the world we were born to own You were the heir of the yellow throne The world was the field of the Chinese man And we were the pride of the Sons of Han We copied deep books and we carved in jade And wove blue silks in the mulberry shade I remember I remember That Spring came on forever That Spring came on forever Said the Chinese nightingale My heart was filled with marvel and dream Though I saw the western streetlamps gleam Though dawn was bringing the western day Though Chang was a laundryman ironing away Mingled there with the streets and alleys The railroadyard and the clocktower bright Demon clouds crossed ancient valleys Across wide lotusponds of light I marked a giant fireflys flight

Produced by Sandra LaythorpeUNDER THE STORMorSTEADFASTS CHARGEBy Charlotte M YongeAuthor of The Heir of Redclyffe cIllustration CoverCONTENTSChapter IThe Trust IIThe Stragglers IIIKirk Rapine IVThe Good Cause VDesolation VILeft to Themselves VIIThe Hermits Gulley VIIIStead in Possession IXWintry Times XA Terrible Harvest Day XIThe Fortunes of War XIIFarewell to the Cavaliers XIIIGodly Venns Troop XIVThe Question XVA Table of Love in the Wilderness XVIA Fair Offer XVIIThe Groom in Grey XVIIIJephs Good Fortune XIXPatience XXEmlyns Service XXIThe Assault of the Cavern XXIIEmlyns Troth XXIIIFulfilmentLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Farewell to the Cavaliers The Hiding of the Casket Stead Stirring the Porridge Finding of Emlyn Stead before the Roundheads Emlyn at MarketUNDER THE STORMORSTEADFASTS CHARGECHAPTER I THE TRUST I brought them here as to a sanctuary SOUTHEYMost of us have heard of the sad times in the middle of the seventeenthcentury when Englishmen were at war with one another and quiet villagesbecame battlefieldsWe hear a great deal about King and Parliament great lords and ablegenerals Cavaliers and Roundheads but this story is to help us tothink how it must have gone in those times with quiet folk in cottagesand farmhousesThere had been peace in England for a great many years ever since theend of the wars of the Roses So the towns did not want fortificationsto keep out the enemy and their houses spread out beyond the old wallsand the country houses had windows and doors large and wide open withno thought of keeping out foes and farms and cottages were freelyspread about everywhere with their fields round themThe farms were very small mostly held by men who did all the workthemselves with the help of their familiesSuch a farm belonged to John Kenton of Elmwood It lay at the head of along green lane where the bushes overhead almost touched one anotherin the summer and the mud and mire were very deep in winter but thatmattered the less as nothing on wheels went up or down it but the hayor harvest carts creaking under their load and drawn by the old marewith a cow to help herBeyond lay a few small fields and then a bit of open ground scatteredwith gorse and thorn bushes and much broken by ups and downs Thereone afternoon on a big stone was seated Steadfast Kenton a boy offourteen sturdy perhaps loutish with an honest ruddy face under hisleathern cap a coarse smock frock and stout gaiters He was watchingthe fifteen sheep and lambs the old goose and gander and their ninechildren the three cows eight pigs and the old donkey which got theirliving thereFrom the top of the hill beyond the cleft of the river Avon he couldsee the smoke and the church towers of the town of Bristol and beyondit the slime of the water of the Bristol Channel and nearer on oneside the spire of Elmwood Church looked up and on the other thewoods round Elmwood House and these ran out as it were lengthening andnarrowing into a wooded cleft or gulley Hermits Gulley which brokethe side of the hill just below where Steadfast stood and had a littleclear stream running along the bottomSteadfasts little herd knew the time of day as well as if they all hadwatches in their pockets and they never failed to go down and have adrink at the brook before going back to the farmyardThey did not need to be driven but gathered into the rude steep paththat they and their kind had worn in the side of the ravine Steadfastfollowed looking about him to judge how soon the nuts would be ripewhile his little rough stiffhaired dog Toby poked about in search ofrabbits or hedgehogs or the like sportSteadfast liked that pathway home beside the stream as boys do loverunning water Good stones could be got there water rats might bechased there were strawberries on the banks which he gathered andthreaded on stalks of grass for his sisters Patience and Jerusha Theyused to come with him and have pleasant games but it was a long timesince Patience had been able to come out for in the winter a grievoustrouble had come on the family The good mother had died leaving alittle baby of six weeks old and Patience who was only thirteen hadto attend to everything at home and take care of poor little sicklyBenoni with no one to help her but her little seven years old sisterThe childrens lives had been much less bright since that sad day andSteadfast seldom had much time for play He knew he must get home asfast as he could to help Patience in milking the cows feeding

Produced by David Widger and Andrew SlyMRS FALCHIONBy Gilbert ParkerINTRODUCTIONThis novel was written in the days of the threedecker and it went outto sea as such Every novel of mine written until 1893 was published intwo or three volumes and the sale to the libraries was greater than thesale to the general public This book was begun in 1892 at the time whenthe Pierre stories were being written and it was finished in the summerof 1893 It did not appear serially indeed I made no attempt at serialpublication I had a feeling that as it was to be my first novel itshould be judged as a whole and taken at a gasp as it were I believethat the reader of Messrs Methuen Company was not disposed to publishthe book but Mr Methuen himself or Mr Stedman as he was then calledwas impressed by it and gave it his friendly confidence He was certainthat it would arrest the attention of the critics and of the publicwhether it became popular or not I have not a set of those originalthree volumes I wish I had because they won for me an almostunhopedfor pleasure The Daily Chronicle gave the volumes overa column of review and headed the notice A Coming Novelist TheAthenaeum said that Mrs Falchion was a splendid study of characterThe Pall Mall Gazette said that the writing was as good as anythingthat had been done in our time while at the same time it took rather adark view of my future as a novelist because it said I had not probeddeep enough into the wounds of character which I had inflicted Thearticle was written by Mr George W Stevens and he was right in sayingthat I had not probed deep enough Few very young menand I was veryyoung thendo probe very deeply At the appearance of When ValmondCame to Pontiac however Mr Stevens came to the conclusion that myfuture was assuredI mention these things because they were burnt into my mind at the timeMrs Falchion was my first real novel as I have said though it hadbeen preceded by a short novel called The Chief Factor since rescuedfrom publication and never published in book form in England I realisedwhen I had written Mrs Falchion that I had not found my metier and Iwas fearful of complete failure I had come but a few years before fromthe South Seas I was full of what I had seen and felt I was eager towrite of it all and I did write of it but the thing which was deeperstill in me was the life which Pierre and His People The Seats ofthe Mighty The Trail of the Sword The Lane That Had no Turningand The Right of Way portrayed That life was destined to give mean assured place and public while Mrs Falchion and the South Seastories published in various journals before the time of its productionand indeed anterior to the writing of the Pierre series only assured meattentionHappily for the book which has faults of construction superficialitiesas to incident and with some crudity of plot it was in the main astudy of character There was focus there was illumination in the bookto what degree I will not try to say and the attempt to fasten themind of the reader upon the central figure and to present that centralfigure in many aspects safeguarded the narrative from the chargeof being a mere novel of adventure or as one writer called it animpudent melodrama which has its own fascinationsReading Mrs Falchion again after all these years I seem to realisein it an attempt to combine the objective and subjective methods oftreatmentto combine analysis of character and motive with arrestingepisode It is a difficult thing to do as I have found It was not doneon my part wholly by design but rather by instinct and I imagine thatthis tendency has run through all my works It represents the elementsof romanticism and of realism in one and that kind of representationhas its dangers to say nothing of its difficulties It sometimesalienates the reader who by instinct and preference is a realist andit troubles the reader who wants to read for a story alone who caresfor what a character does and not for what a character is or saysexcept in so far as it emphasises what it does One has to workhowever in ones own way after ones own idiosyncrasies and hereis the book that represents one of my own idiosyncrasies in its mostprimitive formCONTENTS BOOK I BELOW THE SUN LINE I THE GATES OF THE SEA II MOTLEY IS YOUR ONLY WEAR III A TALE OF NO MANS SEA IV THE TRAIL OF THE ISHMAELITE V ACCUSING FACES VI MUMMERS ALL VII THE WHEEL COMES FULL CIRCLE VIII A BRIDGE OF PERIL IX THE PROGRESS OF THE SUNS X BETWEEN DAY AND DARK BOOK II THE SLOPE OF THE PACIFIC XI AMONG THE HILLS OF GOD XII THE WHIRLIGIG OF TIME XIII THE SONG OF THE SAW

Produced by David WidgerTHE WEAVERSBy Gilbert ParkerCONTENTS BOOK I I AS THE SPIRIT MOVED II THE GATES OF THE WORLD III BANISHED IV THE CALL BOOK II V THE WIDER WAY VI HAST THOU NEVER BILLED A MANY VII THE COMPACT VIII FOR HIS SOULS SAKE AND THE LANDS SAKE IX THE LETTER THE NIGHT AND THE WOMAN X THE FOUR WHO KNEW XI AGAINST THE HOUR OF MIDNIGHT XII THE JEHAD AND THE LIONS XIII ACHMET THE ROPEMAKER STRIKES XIV BEYOND THE PALE BOOK III XV SOOLSBYS HAND UPON THE CURTAIN XVI THE DEBT AND THE ACCOUNTING XVII THE WOMAN OF THE CROSSROADS XVIII TIME THE IDOLBREAKER XIX SHARPER THAN A SWORD XX EACH AFTER HIS OWN ORDER XXI THERE IS NOTHING HIDDEN WHICH SHALL NOT BE REVEALED XXII AS IN A GLASS DARKLY XXIII THE TENTS OF CUSHAN XXIV THE QUESTIONER XXV THE VOICE THROUGH THE DOOR XXVI I OWE YOU NOTHING XXVII THE AWAKENING BOOK IV XXVIII NAHOUM TURNS THE SCREW XXIX THE RECOIL XXX LACEY MOVES XXXI THE STRUGGLE IN THE DESERT XXXII FORTY STRIPES SAVE ONE XXXIII THE DARK INDENTURE XXXIV NAHOUM DROPS THE MASK BOOK V XXXV THE FLIGHT OF THE WOUNDED XXXVI IS IT ALWAYS SOIN LIFE XXXVII THE FLYING SHUTTLE XXXVIII JASPER KIMBER SPEAKS XXXIX FAITH JOURNEYS TO LONDON BOOK VI XL HYLDA SEEKS NAHOUM XLI IN THE LAND OF SHINAR XLII THE LOOM OF DESTINYINTRODUCTIONWhen I turn over the hundreds of pages of this book I have a feelingthat I am looking upon something for which I have no particularresponsibility though it has a strange contour of familiarity It is asthough one looks upon a scene in which one had lived and moved with thefriendly yet halfdistant feeling that it once was ones own possessionbut is so no longer I should think the feeling to be much like that ofthe old man whose sons gone to distant places have created theirown plantations of life and have themselves become the masters ofpossessions Also I suppose that when I read the story through againfrom the first page to the last I shall recreate the feeling in whichI lived when I wrote it and it will become a part of my own identityagain That distance between himself and his work however whichimmediately begins to grow as soon as a book leaves the authors handsfor those of the public is a thing which I suppose must come to onewho produces a work of the imagination It is no doubt due to the factthat every piece of art which has individuality and real likeness tothe scenes and character it is intended to depict is done in a kind oftrance The author in effect selfhypnotises himself has createdan atmosphere which is separate and apart from that of his dailysurroundings and by virtue of his imagination becomes absorbed inthat atmosphere When the book is finished and it goes forth when theimagination is relaxed and the concentration of mind is withdrawn theatmosphere disappears and then One experiences what I feel when I takeup The Weavers and in a sense wonder how it was done such as it isThe frontispiece of the English edition represents a scene in the Houseof Commons and this brings to my mind a warning which was given mesimilar to that on my entering new fields outside the one in whichI first made a reputation in fiction When in a certain year Idetermined that I would enter the House of Commons I had many friendswho in effect wailed and gnashed their teeth They said that it wouldbe the death of my imaginative faculties that I should never writeanything any more that all the qualities which make literature livingand compelling would disappear I thought this was all wrong then andI know it is all wrong now Political life does certainly interferewith the amount of work which an author may produce He certainly cannotwrite a book every year and do political work as well but if he doesnot attempt to do the two things on the same days as it were but inblocks of time devoted to each separately and respectively he willonly find as I have found that public life the conflict of it theaccompanying attrition of mind the searching for the things which willsolve the problems of national life the multitudinous variations ofcharacter with which one comes in contact the big issues suddenlysprung upon the congregation of responsible politicians all arestimulating to the imagination invigorating to the mind andmarvellously freshening to every literary instinct No danger to thewriter lies in doing political work if it does not sap his strengthand destroy

Produced by David WidgerTHE MONEY MASTER CompleteBy Gilbert ParkerCONTENTS EPOCH THE FIRST I THE GRAND TOUR OF JEAN JACQUES BARBILLE II THE REST OF THE STORY TOMORROW III TOMORROW EPOCH THE SECOND IV THIRTEEN YEARS AFTER AND THE CLERK OF THE COURT TELLS A STORY V THE CLERK OF THE COURT ENDS HIS STORY VI JEAN JACQUES HAD HAD A GREAT DAY VII JEAN JACQUES AWAKES FROM SLEEP VIII THE GATE IN THE WALL IX MOIJE SUIS PHILOSOPHE X QUIEN SABEWHO KNOWS XI THE CLERK OF THE COURT KEEPS A PROMISE XII THE MASTERCARPENTER HAS A PROBLEM EPOCH THE THIRD XIII THE MAN FROM OUTSIDE XIV I DO NOT WANT TO GO XV BON MARCHE EPOCH THE FOURTH XVI MISFORTUNES COME NOT SINGLY XVII HIS GREATEST ASSET XVIII JEAN JACQUES HAS AN OFFER XIX SEBASTIAN DOLORES DOES NOT SLEEP XX AU VOIR MSIEU JEAN JACQUES XXI IF SHE HAD KNOWN IN TIME EPOCH THE FIFTH XXII BELLS OF MEMORY XXIII JEAN JACQUES HAS WORK TO DO XXIV JEAN JACQUES ENCAMPED XXV WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE EPILOGUEINTRODUCTIONThis book is in a place by itself among the novels I have written Manycritics said that it was a welcome return to Canada where I had made myfirst success in the field of fiction This statement was only meagrelyaccurate because since The Right of Way was published in 1901 I hadwritten and given to the public Northern Lights a book of shortstories You Never Know Your Luck a short novel and The World forSale though all of these dealt with life in Western Canada and notwith the life of the French Canadians in which field I had made myfirst firm impression upon the public In any case The Money Master wasfavourably received by the press and public both in England and Americaand my friends were justified in thinking and in saying that I was athome in French Canada and gave the impression of mastery of my materialIf mastery of material means a knowledge of the life and a sympathywith it then my friends are justified for I have always had an intensesympathy with and admiration for French Canadian life I think theFrench Canadian one of the most individual original and distinctivebeings of the modern world He has kept his place with his owncustoms his own Gallic views of life and his religious habits with anassiduity and firmness none too common He is essentially a man ofthe home of the soil and of the stream he has by nature instinctivephilosophy and temperamental logic As a lover of the soil of Canada heis not surpassed by any of the other citizens of the country English orotherwiseIt would almost seem as though the pageantry of past French Canadianhistory and the beauty and vigour of the topographical surroundingsof French Canadian life had produced an hereditary pride andexaltationperhaps an excessive pride and a strenuous exaltation butin any case there it was and is The French Canadian lives a moresecluded life on the whole than any other citizen of Canada though thenative adventurous spirit has sent him to the Eastern States ofthe American Union for work in the mills and factories or up to thefarthest reaches of the St Lawrence Ottawa and their tributaries inthe wood and timber tradeDomestically he is perhaps the most productive son of the North Americancontinent Families of twenty or even twentyfive are not unknownand when a man has had more than one wife it has even exceeded thatLife itself is full of camaraderie and good spirit marked by religioustraits and sacerdotal influenceThe French Canadian is on the whole sober and industrious but when hebreaks away from sobriety and industry he becomes a vicious elementin the general organism Yet his vices are of the surface and do notdestroy the foundations of his social and domestic scheme A FrenchCanadian pony used to be considered the most virile and lasting stockon the continent and it is fair to say that the French Canadiansthemselves are genuinely hardy longlived virile and enduringIt was among such people that the hero of The Money Master Jean JacquesBarbille lived He was the symbol or pattern of their virtues andof their weaknesses By nature a poet a philosopher a farmer and anadventurer his life was a sacrifice to prepossession and race instinctto temperament more powerful than logic or common sense though he wasalmost professionally the exponent of bothThere is no man so simply sincere or so extraordinarily prejudiced asthe French Canadian He is at once modest and vain he is

Produced by David WidgerYOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCKBEING THE STORY OF A MATRIMONIAL DESERTERBy Gilbert ParkerCONTENTS Volume 1 PROEM I PIONEERS O PIONEERS II CLOSING THE DOORS III THE LOGAN TRIAL AND WHAT CAME OF IT IV STRENGTH SHALL BE GIVEN THEE V A STORY TO BE TOLD Volume 2 VI HERE ENDETH THE FIRST LESSON VII A WOMANS WAY TO KNOWLEDGE VIII ALL ABOUT AN UNOPENED LETTER IX NIGHT SHADE AND MORNING GLORY X S O S XI IN THE CAMP OF THE DESERTER Volume 3 XII AT THE RECEIPT OF CUSTOM XIII KITTY SPEAKS HER MIND AGAIN XIV AWAITING THE VERDICT XV MALE AND FEMALE CREATED HE THEM XVI TWAS FOR YOUR PLEASURE YOU CAME HERE YOU GO BACK FOR MINE XVII WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT EPILOGUEINTRODUCTIONThis volume contains two novels dealing with the life of prairie peoplein the town of Askatoon in the far West The World for Sale and thelatter portion of The Money Master deal with the same life and TheMoney Master contained some of the characters to be found in WildYouth The World for Sale also was a picture of prairie country withstrife between a modern AngloCanadian town and a FrenchCanadian townin the West These books are of the same people but You NeverKnow Your Luck and Wild Youth have several characters which moveprominently through bothIn the introduction to The World for Sale in this series I drew adescription of prairie life and I need not repeat what was said thereIn You Never Know Your Luck there is a Proem which describes brieflythe look of the prairie and suggests characteristics of the life ofthe people The basis of the book has a letter written by a wife to herhusband at a critical time in his career when he had broken his promiseto her One or two critics said the situation is impossible because noman would carry a letter unopened for a long number of years My replyis that it is exactly what I myself did I have still a letter writtento me which was delivered at my door sixteen years ago I have neverread it and my reason for not reading it was that I realised as Ithink what its contents were I knew that the letter would annoy andthere it lies The writer of the letter who was then my enemy is now myfriend The chief character in the book Crozier was an Irishman withall the Irishmans cleverness sensitiveness audacity and timidityfor both those latter qualities are characteristic of the Irish raceand as I am half Irish I can understand why I suppressed a letter andwhy Crozier did Crozier is the type of man that comes occasionally tothe Dominion of Canada and Kitty Tynan is the sort of girl that thegreat West breeds She did an immoral thing in opening the letter thatCrozier had suppressed but she did it in a good causefor Crozierssake she made his wife write another letter and she placed it againin the envelope for Crozier to open and see Whatever lack of moralitythere was in her act was balanced by the good end to the story thoughit meant the sacrifice of Kittys love for Crozier and the making ofhis wife happy once moreAs for Wild Youth I make no apology for it It is still fresh in theminds of the American public and it is true to the life Some criticsfrankly called it melodramatic I do not object to the term I knownothing more melodramatic than certain of the plots of Shakespearesplays Thomas Hardy is melodramatic Joseph Conrad is melodramaticBalzac was melodramatic and so were Victor Hugo Charles Dickens andSir Walter Scott The charge of melodrama is not one that should disturba writer of fiction The question is are the characters melodramaticWill anyone suggest to me the marriage of a girl of seventeen with a manover sixty is melodramatic It may be but I think it tragical and soit was in this case As for Orlando Guise I describe the man as I knewhim and he is still alive Some comments upon the story suggested thatit was impossible for a man to spend the night on the prairie with awoman whom he loved without causing her to forget her marriage vows Itis not sentimental to say that is nonsense It is a prurient mind thatonly sees evil in a situation of the sort Why it should be desirable tomake a young man and woman commit a misdemeanor to secure the praise ofa critic is beyond imagination It would be easy enough to do I did itin The Right of Way I did it in others of my books What happens to oneman and one woman does not necessarily happen to another There are menwho for love of a woman would not take advantage of her insecurityThere are others who would In my books I have made both classes dotheir will and both are true to life It does not matter what one bookis or is not but it does matter that an author writes his book with asense of the fitting and the trueBoth these books were written to present that side of life in Canadawhich is not wintry and forbidding There is warmth of summer in bothtales and thrilling air and the beauty of the wild countryside As forthe cold it is severe in most parts of Canada but the air is dry andthe sharpness is not felt as it is in this damper climate of EnglandCanadians feel the cold of a March or November day in London far morethan the cold of a day in Winnipeg with the thermometer many degreesbelow

Produced by Joshua Hutchinson Charles Aldarondo and theOnline Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration See p 34 IM AWFULLY SORRY TOO DADFLOWING GOLDBy Rex BeachTO THE ONE WHOSE FAITH ENTHUSIASM AND DEVOTION CONSTITUTE ANEVERFAILING SOURCE OF INSPIRATION MY WIFE SWEETHEART AND PARTNERFLOWING GOLDCHAPTER IRoom service at the Ajax is of a quality befitting the newest thelargest and the most expensive hotel in Dallas While the standard ofexcellence is uniformly high nevertheless some extra care usuallyattaches to a breakfast ordered from the Governors suitemost elegantand most expensive of all the suiteshence the waiter checked over hiscard and made a final fluttering examination to be sure that thechilled fruit was chilled and that the hot plates were hot before herapped on the door A voice loud and cheery bade him enterWould the gentleman wish his breakfast served in the parlor orNo thegentleman would have it right in his bedroom but first where were hiscigarettes He hoped above all things that the waiter had not forgottenhis cigarettes Some people began their days with cold showersnothingless than a cruel shock to a languid nervous system An atrociouspractice the speaker called ita relic of barbarisma fetish ofignorance Much preferable was a hygienic stimulating cigarette whichserved the same purpose and left no deleterious aftereffectsThe pajamaclad guest struck a light inhaled with abundantsatisfaction and then cast a hungry eye over the contents of therubbertired breakfast table He too tested the temperature of themelon and felt the cover of the toast plateSplendid he cried Nice rooms prompt service a pleasantfacedwaiter Why I couldnt fare better in my best club Thanks to you myfirst impression of Dallas is wholly delightful He seated himself ina padded boudoir chair unfolded a snowy serviette and attacked hisbreakfast with the enthusiasm of a perfectly healthy animalIs this your first visit here sirAbsolutely Dallas is as foreign to me as Lhasa It is the Baghdad ofmy dreams and its streets are strange Perhaps they are full ofadventure for me I hope so Anything exciting can happen in a townwhere one has neither friends nor acquaintances eh You are awellread man I take itI WhyAt any rate you have heard it said that this is a small worldYes sirGood I merely wish to deny authorship of the saying for it is falseThis is a large world What is more it is a world full of cities likeDallas where men like you and me Heaven be praised have neitherfriends acquaintances nor relatives In that respect it is a fineworld and we should devoutly give thanks for its Dallases anditsDalsatians Jove This ham is deliciousThe waiter was accustomed to morning talkers but this gentleman wasdifferent He had an air of consequence and his voice so deep sowell modulated so pleasant invested him with unusual distinctionProbably he was an actor But no Not in the Governors suite Morelikely he was one of the big men of the Standard or the Gulf or theTexas To make sure the waiter inquiredMay I ask if you are in oil sirIn oil Bless me what a nauseating questionat this hour of the dayMost everybody here is in oil We turn dozens away every day werethat full Its the boom Im in oil myselfin a small way of courseIts like this sometimes gentlemen likewell like you sirgive metips They drop a hint like about their stocks and Ive donewellin a small way of course It doesnt cost them anythingandsome of them are very kind Youd really be surprisedOh not at all The occupant of the Governors suite leaned back inhis chair and smiled widely As a matter of fact I am flattered forit is evident that you are endowed with the moneymaking instinct andthat you unerringly recognize it in others Very well I shall see whatI can do for you But while we are on the subject of tips would youmind helping yourself to a dollar out of my trousers pocketThe waiter proceeded to do as directed but a moment later announcedapologetically Heres all I find sir Its mostly pennies Heexposed a handful of small coinsLook in my coat if you willBut the second search resulted as had the first Strange murmuredthe guest without rising I must have been robbed I remember now afellow crowded me as I left my train Umm Robbedat the very gatesof Baghdad Dallas _is_ a City of Adventure Please add your tip to thecheck andmake it two dollars Id like to have you serve me everymorning for I cannot abide an acid face at breakfast It sours mywhole dayCalvin Gray finished his breakfast smoked a second cigarette as hescanned the morning paper then he dressed himself with meticulouscare He possessed a tall erect athletic form his perfectly fittingclothes had that touch of individuality affected by a certain few ofNew Yorks exclusive tailors and when he finally surveyed himself inthe glass there was no denying the fact that he presented anappearance of unusual distinction As he turned away his eyes fellupon the scanty handful of small coins which the waiter had removedfrom his pocket and for a moment he stared at them reflectively thenhe scooped them into his palm and with a smile announced to his imageIt would seem that it is time for us to introduce ourselves to themanagementHe was humming a tune as he strode out of his richly furnished quartersThe Governors suite at the Ajax is on the mezzanine floor at the headof the grand staircase As Gray descended the spacious marble steps hesaw that the hotel was indeed doing a big business for already thelobby was thickly peopled and at the desk a group of new arrivals wereplaintively arguing with a bored and supercilious room clerkSome men possess an effortless knack of commanding attention andinspiring courtesy Calvin Gray was one of these Before many momentshe was in the managers office explaining suavely Now that I haveintroduced myself I wish to thank you for taking care of me upon suchshort noticeIt was the only space we had If you wish Ill have your roomschanged as soon asHave you

Produced by David Widger MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF OUR OWN LAND By Charles M Skinner Vol 1 THE HUDSON AND ITS HILLSCONTENTS OF ALL VOLUMESTHE HUDSON AND ITS HILLSRip Van WinkleCatskill GnomesThe Catskill WitchThe Revenge of ShandakenCondemned to the NooseBig IndianThe Bakers DozenThe Devils DanceChamberThe Culprit FayPokepsieDunderbergAnthonys NoseMoodua CreekA Trappers Ghastly VengeanceThe Vanderdecken of Tappan ZeeThe Galloping HessianStorm Ship on the HudsonWhy Spuyten Duyvil is so NamedThe Ramapo SalamanderChief CrotonThe Retreat from MahopacNiagaraThe Deformed of ZoarHorseheadsKayuta and WanetaThe Drop StarThe Prophet of PalmyraA Villains CremationThe Monster MosquitoThe Green PictureThe Nuns of CarthageThe Skull in the WallThe Haunted MillOld Indian FaceThe Division of the SaranacsAn Event in Indian ParkThe Indian PlumeBirth of the WaterLilyRogerss SlideThe Falls at CohoesFrancis Woolcotts NightRidersPollys LoverCrosby the Patriot SpyThe Lost Grave of PaineThe Rising of Gouverneur MorrisTHE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBYDolph HeyligerThe Knell at the WeddingRoistering Dirck Van DaraThe Party from Gibbet IslandMiss Brittons PokerThe Devils SteppingStonesThe Springs of Blood and WaterThe Crumbling SilverThe Cortelyou ElopementVan Wempels GooseThe Weary WatcherThe Rival FiddlersWyandankMark of the Spirit HandThe First Liberal ChurchON AND NEAR THE DELAWAREThe Phantom DragoonDelaware Water GapThe Phantom DrummerThe Missing Soldier of Valley ForgeThe Last Shot at GermantownA Blow in the DarkThe Torys ConversionLord Percys DreamSaved by the BibleParricide of the WissahickonThe Blacksmith at BrandywineFather and SonThe Envy of ManitouThe Last Revel in Printz HallThe Two RingsFlame Scalps of the ChartiersThe Consecration of WashingtonMarionTALES OF PURITAN LANDEvangelineThe Snoring of SwunksusThe Lewiston HermitThe Dead Ship of HarpswellThe Schoolmaster had not reached OrringtonJack Welchs Death LightMogg MegoneThe Lady UrsulaFather Moodys Black VeilThe Home of ThunderThe Partridge WitchThe Marriage of Mount KatahdinThe Moose of Mount KineoThe Owl TreeA Chestnut LogThe Watcher on White IslandChocoruaPassaconaways Ride to HeavenThe Ball Game by the SacoThe White MountainsThe Vision on Mount AdamsThe Great CarbuncleSkinners CaveYet they call it Lovers LeapSalem and other WitchcraftThe Gloucester LeaguersSatan and his BurialPlacePeter Rugg the Missing ManThe Loss of WeetamooThe Fatal ForgetmenotThe Old Mill at SomervilleEdward Randolphs PortraitLady Eleanores MantleHowes MasqueradeOld Esther DudleyThe Loss of Jacob HurdThe HobomakBerkshire ToriesThe Revenge of Josiah BreezeThe MayPole of MerrymountThe Devil and Tom WalkerThe Gray ChampionThe Forest SmithyWahconah FallsKnocking at the TombThe White Deer of OnotaWizards GlenBalanced RockShonkeekMoonkeekThe Salem AlchemistEliza WhartonSale of the SouthwicksThe Courtship of Myles StandishMother CreweAunt Rachels CurseNixs MateThe Wild Man of Cape CodNewburys Old ElmSamuel Sewalls ProphecyThe Shrieking WomanAgnes SurriageSkipper Iresons RideHeartbreak HillHarry Main The Treasure and the CatsThe Wessaguscus HangingThe Unknown ChampionGoody ColeGeneral Moulton and the DevilThe Skeleton in ArmorMarthas Vineyard and NantucketLove and TreasonThe Headless Skeleton of SwamptownThe Crow and Cat of Hopkins HillThe Old Stone MillOrigin of a NameMicah Rood ApplesA Dinner and its ConsequencesThe New Haven Storm ShipThe Windham FrogsThe Lamb of SacrificeMoodus NoisesHaddam EnchantmentsBlock Island and the PalatineThe BuccaneerRobert Lockwoods FateLove and RumLIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHThe Swim at Indian HeadThe Moaning SistersA Ride for a BrideSpooks of the HiawasseeLake of the Dismal SwampThe Barge of DefeatNatural BridgeThe Silence BrokenSiren of the French BroadThe Hunter of CalawasseeRevenge of the AccabeeToccoa FallsTwo Lives for OneA Ghostly AvengerThe Wraith Ringer of AtlantaThe Swallowing EarthquakeThe Last Stand of the BiloxiThe Sacred Fire of NatchezPass ChristianThe Under LandTHE CENTRAL STATES AND GREAT LAKESAn Averted PerilThe Obstinacy of Saint ClairThe Hundredth SkullThe Crime of Black SwampThe House AccursedMarquettes ManEaterMichel de Coucys TroublesWallens RidgeThe Sky Walker of HuronThe Coffin of SnakesMackinackLake Superior Water GodsThe Witch of Pictured RocksThe Origin of White FishThe Spirit of CloudyThe Sun Fire at Sault Sainte MarieThe Snake God of Belle IsleWereWolves of DetroitThe Escape of Francois NavarreThe Old LodgerThe Nain RougeTwo RevengesHiawathaThe Indian MessiahThe Vision of RescueDevils LakeThe Keusca ElopementPipestoneThe Virgins FeastFalls of St AnthonyFlying Shadow and Track MakerSaved by a LightningStrokeThe Killing of Cloudy SkyProvidence HoleThe Scare CureTwelfth Night at CahokiaThe Spell of Creve Coeur LakeHow the Crime was RevealedBanshee of the Bad LandsStanding RockThe Salt WitchALONG THE ROCKY RANGEOver the DivideThe Phantom Train of Marshall PassThe River of Lost SoulsRiders of the DesertThe Division of Two TribesBesieged by StarvationA Yellowstone TragedyThe Broad HouseThe Death WaltzThe Flood at Santa FeGoddess of SaltThe Coming of the NavajosThe Ark on Superstition MountainsThe Pale Faced LightningThe Weird Sentinel at Squaw PeakSacrifice of the ToltecsTaVwots Conquers the SunThe Comanche RiderHorned Toad and GiantsThe Spider TowerThe Lost TrailA Battle in the AirON THE PACIFIC SLOPEThe Voyager of the WhulgeTamanous of TacomaThe Devil and the DallesCascades of the ColumbiaThe Death of UmatillaHunger ValleyThe Wrath of ManitouThe Spook of Misery HillThe Queen of Death ValleyBridal Veil FallThe Governors Right EyeThe Prisoner in American ShaftAS TO BURIED TREASUREKidds TreasureOther Buried WealthSTORIED WATERS CLIFFS AND MOUNTAINSPREFACEIt is unthinkingly said and often that America is not old enough to havedeveloped a legendary era for such an era grows backward as a nationgrows forward No little of the charm of European travel is ascribed tothe glamour that history and fable have flung around old churchescastles and the favored haunts

Produced by David Widger MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF OUR OWN LAND By Charles M Skinner Vol 2 THE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBYCONTENTSDolph HeyligerThe Knell at the WeddingRoistering Dirck Van DaraThe Party from Gibbet IslandMiss Brittons PokerThe Devils SteppingStonesThe Springs of Blood and WaterThe Crumbling SilverThe Cortelyou ElopementVan Wempels GooseThe Weary WatcherThe Rival FiddlersWyandankMark of the Spirit HandThe First Liberal ChurchTHE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBYDOLPH HEYLIGERNew York was New Amsterdam when Dolph Heyliger got himself born thereagraceless scamp though a brave goodnatured one and being leftpenniless on his fathers death he was fain to take service with adoctor while his mother kept a shop This doctor had bought a farm onthe island of Manhattoesaway out of town where Twentythird Street nowruns most likelyand because of rumors that its tenants had noisedabout it he seemed likely to enjoy the responsibilities of landholdingand none of its profits It suited Dolphs adventurous disposition thathe should be deputed to investigate the reason for these rumors and forthree nights he kept his abode in the desolate old manor emerging afterdaybreak in a lax and pallid condition but keeping his own counsel tothe aggravation of the populace whose ears were burning for his newsNot until long after did he tell of the solemn tread that woke him in thesmall hours of his door softly opening though he had bolted and lockedit of a portly Fleming with curly gray hair reservoir boots slouchedhat trunk and doublet who entered and sat in the armchair watchinghim until the cock crew Nor did he tell how on the third night hesummoned courage hugging a Bible and a catechism to his breast forconfidence to ask the meaning of the visit and how the Fleming aroseand drawing Dolph after him with his eyes led him downstairs wentthrough the front door without unbolting it leaving that task for thetrembling yet eager youth and how after he had proceeded to a disusedwell at the bottom of the garden he vanished from sightDolph brooded long upon these things and dreamed of them in bed Healleged that it was in obedience to his dreams that he boarded a schoonerbound up the Hudson without the formality of adieu to his employer andafter being spilled ashore in a gale at the foot of Storm King he fellinto the company of Anthony Vander Hevden a famous landholder andhunter who achieved a fancy for Dolph as a lad who could shoot fishrow and swim and took him home with him to Albany The Heer hadcommodious quarters good liquor and a pretty daughter and Dolph felthimself in paradise until led to the room he was to occupy for one ofthe first things that he set eyes on in that apartment was a portrait ofthe very person who had kept him awake for the worse part of three nightsat the bowerie in Manhattoes He demanded to know whose picture it wasand learned that it was that of Killian Vander Spiegel burgomaster andcurmudgeon who buried his money when the English seized New Amsterdamand fretted himself to death lest it should be discovered He rememberedthat his mother had spoken of this Spiegel and that her father was themisers rightful heir and it now appeared that he was one of Heydensforbears too In his dream that night the Fleming stepped out of theportrait led him as he had done before to the well where he smiledand vanished Dolph reflected next morning that these things had beenordered to bring together the two branches of the family and disclose thewhereabouts of the treasure that it should inherit So full was he ofthis idea that he went back to New Amsterdam by the first schooner tothe surprise of the Heer and the regret of his daughterAfter the truant had been received with execrations by the doctor andwith delight by his mother who believed that spooks had run off withhim and with astonishment as a hero of romance by the public he madefor the haunted premises at the first opportunity and began to angle atthe disused well Presently he found his hook entangled in something atthe bottom and on lifting slowly he discovered that he had secured afine silver porringer with lid held down by twisted wire It was thework of a moment to wrench off the lid when he found the vessel to befilled with golden pieces His fishing that day was attended with suchluck as never fell to an angler before for there were other pieces ofplate down there all engraved with the Spiegel arms and all containingtreasureBy encouraging the most dreadful stories about the spot in order to keepthe people wide away from it he accomplished the removal of his prizesbit by bit from their place of concealment to his home His unaccountedabsence in Albany and his dealings with the dead had prepared hisneighbors for any change

Produced by David Widger MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF OUR OWN LAND By Charles M Skinner Vol 3 ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARECONTENTSThe Phantom DragoonDelaware Water GapThe Phantom DrummerThe Missing Soldier of Valley ForgeThe Last Shot at GermantownA Blow in the DarkThe Torys ConversionLord Percys DreamSaved by the BibleParricide of the WissahickonThe Blacksmith at BrandywineFather and SonThe Envy of ManitouThe Last Revel in Printz HallThe Two RingsFlame Scalps of the ChartiersThe Consecration of WashingtonMarionON AND NEAR THE DELAWARETHE PHANTOM DRAGOONThe height that rises a mile or so to the south of Newark Delaware iscalled Iron Hill because it is rich in hematite ore but about the timeof General Howes advance to the Brandywine it might well have won itsname because of the panoply of warthe sullen guns the flashing swordsand glistening bayonetsthat appeared among the British tents pitched onit After the redcoats had established camp here the American outpostswere advanced and one of the pickets was stationed at Welsh Tract ChurchOn his first tour of duty the sentry was thrown into great alarm by theappearance of a figure robed from head to foot in white that rode ahorse at a charging gait within ten feet of his face When guard wasrelieved the soldier begged that he might never be assigned to that postagain His nerves were strong in the presence of an enemy in thefleshbut an enemy out of the grave Ugh He would desert rather thanencounter that shape again His request was granted The sentry whosucceeded him was startled in the small hours by a rush of hoofs andthe flash of a pallid form He fired at it and thought that he heard thesound of a mocking laugh come backEvery night the phantom horseman made his rounds and several times thesentinels shot at him without effect the white horse and white ridershowing no annoyance at these assaults When it came the turn of asceptical and unimaginative old corporal to take the night detail hetook the liberty of assuming the responsibilities of this post himselfHe looked well to the priming of his musket and at midnight withdrew outof the moonshine and waited with his gun resting on a fence It was notlong before the beat of hoofs was heard approaching and in spite ofhimself the corporal felt a thrill along his spine as a mounted figurethat might have represented Death on the pale horse came into view buthe jammed his hat down set his teeth and sighted his flintlock withdeliberation The rider was near when bang went the corporals musketand a white form was lying in the road a horse speeding into thedistance Scrambling over the fence the corporal reassured ran to theform and turned it over a British scout quite dead The daring fellowrelying on the superstitious fears of the rustics in his front had madea nightly ride as a ghost in order to keep the American outposts fromadvancing and also to guess from elevated points at the strength anddisposition of their troops He wore a cuirass of steel but that did notprotect his brain from the corporals bulletDELAWARE WATER GAPThe Indian name of this beautiful region Minisink the water is goneagrees with the belief of geologists that a lake once existed behind theBlue Ridge and that it burst its way through the hills at this pointSimilar results were produced by a cataclysm on the Connecticut at MountHolyoke on the Lehigh at Mauch Chunk and Runaway Pond New Hampshiregot its name by a like performance The aborigines whatever may be saidagainst them enjoyed natural beauty and their habitations were oftenmade in this delightful region their councils being attended by chiefTamanend or Tammany a Delaware whose wisdom and virtues were such asto raise him to the place of patron saint of America The notoriousTammany Society of New York is named for him When this chief became oldand feeble his tribe abandoned him in a hut at New Britain Pennsylvaniaand there he tried to kill himself by stabbing but failing in that heflung burning leaves over himself and so perished He was buried wherehe died It was a princess of his tribe that gave the name of LoversLeap to a cliff on Mount Tammany by leaping from it to her deathbecause her love for a young European was not reciprocatedThere is a silvermine somewhere on the opposite mountain of Minsi theknowledge of its location having perished with the death of a reclusewho coined the metal he took from it into valuable though illegaldollars going townward every winter to squander his earnings During theRevolution Oran the Hawk a Tory and renegade was vexatious to thepeople of Delaware Valley and a detachment of colonial troops was sentin pursuit of him They overtook him at the Gap and chased him up theslopes of Tammany though he checked their progress by rolling stonesamong them

Produced by David Widger MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF OUR OWN LAND By Charles M Skinner Vol 5 LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHCONTENTSThe Swim at Indian HeadThe Moaning SistersA Ride for a BrideSpooks of the HiawasseeLake of the Dismal SwampThe Barge of DefeatNatural BridgeThe Silence BrokenSiren of the French BroadThe Hunter of CalawasseeRevenge of the AccabeeToccoa FallsTwo Lives for OneA Ghostly AvengerThe Wraith Ringer of AtlantaThe Swallowing EarthquakeThe Last Stand of the BiloxiThe Sacred Fire of NatchezPass ChristianThe Under LandLIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHTHE SWIM AT INDIAN HEADAt Indian Head Maryland are the government provinggrounds where theracket of great guns and splintering of targets are a deterrent to themiscellaneous visitations of picnics Trouble has been frequentlyassociated with this neighborhood as it is now suggested in the noisysymbolry of war In prehistoric days it was the site of an aboriginaltown whose denizens were like other Indians in their love for fight andtheir willingness to shed blood Great was the joy of all these citizenswhen a scouting party came in one day bringing with them the daughterof one of their toughest old hunters and a young buck from anotherfaction who had come acourting her in the neighboring shadesCapture meant death usually and he knew it but he held himself proudlyand refused to ask for mercy It was resolved that he should die Thefathers scorn for his daughter that she should thus consort with anenemy was so great that he was on the point of offering her as a jointsacrifice with her lover when she fell on her knees before him and begana fervent appeal not for herself but for the prisoner She would doanything to prove her strength her duty her obedience if they wouldset him free He had done injury to none What justice lay in putting himto the tortureHalf in earnest half in humor the chief answered Suppose we were toset him on the farther shore of the Potomac do you love him well enoughto swim to himI doThe river is wide and deepI would drown in it rather than that harm should come to himThe old chief ordered the captive still bound to be taken to a point onthe Virginia shore full two miles away in one of their canoes and whenthe boat was on the water he gave the word to the girl who instantlyplunged in and followed it The chief and the father embarked in anotherbirchostensibly to see that the task was honestly fulfilled reallyperhaps to see that the damsel did not drown It was a long course butthe maid was not as many of our city misses are and she reached thebank tired but happy for she had saved her lover and gained him for ahusbandTHE MOANING SISTERSAbove Georgetown on the Potomac River are three rocks known as theThree Sisters not merely because of their resemblance to each otherforthey are parts of a submerged reefbut because of a tradition that morethan a hundred years ago a boat in which three sisters had gone out fora row was swung against one of these rocks The day was gusty and theboat was upset All three of the girls were drowned Either the sistersremain about this perilous spot or the rocks have prescience at leastthose who live near them on the shore hold one view or the other forthey declare that before every death on the river the sisters moan thesound being heard above the lapping of the waves It is different fromany other sound in nature Besides it is an unquestioned fact that moreaccidents happen here than at any other point on the riverMany are the upsets that have occurred and many are the swimmers who havegone down the dark forms of the sisters being the last shapes that theirwaterblurred eyes have seen It is only before a human life is to beyielded that this low wailing comes from the rocks and when on a nightin May 1889 the sound floated shoreward just as the clock inGeorgetown struck twelve good people who were awake sighed and uttered aprayer for the one whose doom was so near at hand Twelve hours later atnoon a shell came speeding down the Potomac with a young athletejauntily pulling at the oars As he neared the Three Sisters his boatappeared to be caught in an eddy it swerved suddenly as if struck thenit upset and the rower sank to his deathA RIDE FOR A BRIDEWhen the story of bloodshed at Bunker Hill reached Bohemia Hall in CecilCounty Maryland Albert De Courcy left his brother Ernest to support thedignity of the house and make patriotic speeches while he went to thefront conscious that Helen Carmichael his affianced wife was watchingin pride and sadness the departure of his company Letters came andwent as they always do until rumor came of a sore defeat to thecolonials

Produced by David Widger MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF OUR OWN LAND By Charles M Skinner Vol 6 THE CENTRAL STATES AND GREAT LAKESCONTENTSAn Averted PerilThe Obstinacy of Saint ClairThe Hundredth SkullThe Crime of Black SwampThe House AccursedMarquettes ManEaterMichel de Coucys TroublesWallens RidgeThe Sky Walker of HuronThe Coffin of SnakesMackinackLake Superior Water GodsThe Witch of Pictured RocksThe Origin of White FishThe Spirit of CloudyThe Sun Fire at Sault Sainte MarieThe Snake God of Belle IsleWereWolves of DetroitThe Escape of Francois NavarreThe Old LodgerThe Nain RougeTwo RevengesHiawathaThe Indian MessiahThe Vision of RescueDevils LakeThe Keusca ElopementPipestoneThe Virgins FeastFalls of St AnthonyFlying Shadow and Track MakerSaved by a LightningStrokeThe Killing of Cloudy SkyProvidence HoleThe Scare CureTwelfth Night at CahokiaThe Spell of Creve Coeur LakeHow the Crime was RevealedBanshee of the Bad LandsStanding RockThe Salt WitchTHE CENRAL STATES AND THE GREAT LAKESAN AVERTED PERILIn 1786 a little building stood at North Bend Ohio near the junction ofthe Miami and Ohio Rivers from which building the stars and stripes wereflying It was one of a series of blockhouses built for the protecting ofcleared land while the settlers were coming in yet it was a tradingstation rather than a fort for the attitude of government toward the redmen was pacific The French of the Mississippi Valley were notreconciled however to the extension of power by a Saxon people and theEnglish in Canada were equally jealous of the prosperity of thoseprovinces they had so lately lost Both French and English had emissariesamong the Shawnees when it had become known that the United Statesintended to negotiate a treaty with themIt was the mild weather that comes for a time in October whenCantantowit blesses the land from his home in the southwest with richcolors plaintive perfumes of decay soft airs and tender lights a timefor peace but the garrison at the fort realized that the situation wasprecarious The Shawnees had camped about them and the air was filledwith the neighing of their ponies and the barking of their dogs To letthem into the fort was to invite massacre to keep them out after theyhad been summoned was to declare warColonel George Rogers Clarke of Virginia who was in command scoffed atthe fears of his men and would not give ear to their appeals for anadjournment of the meeting or a change of the place of it At theappointed hour the doors were opened and the Indians came in The pipe ofpeace was smoked in the usual form but the red men were sullen andinsolent and seemed to be seeking a cause of quarrel Clarke explainedthat the whites desired only peace and he asked the wise men to speakfor their tribe A stalwart chief arose glanced contemptuously at theofficer and his little guard and striding to the table where Clarke wasseated threw upon it two girdles of wampumthe peacebelt and thewarbelt We offer you these belts he said You know what they meanTake which you likeIt was a deliberate insult and defiance Both sides knew it and many ofthe men held their breath Clarke carelessly picked up the warbelt onthe point of his cane and flung it among the assembled chiefs Every manin the room sprang to his feet and clutched his weapon Then with asternness that was almost ferocious Clarke pointed to the door with animperative action and cried Dogs you may goThe Indians were foiled in their ill intent by his selfpossession andseeming confidence which made them believe that he had forces in thevicinity that they were not prepared to meet They had already had abitter experience of his strength and craft and in the fear that a traphad been set for them they fled tumultuously The treaty was ratifiedsoon afterTHE OBSTINACY OF SAINT CLAIRWhen the new First Regiment of United States Infantry paused at MariettaOhio on its way to garrison Vincennes its officers made a gay littlecourt there for a time The young Major Hamtramckcontemptuously calledby the Indians the frog on horseback because of his roundshouldersfound especial pleasure in the society of Marianne Navarrewho was a guest at the house of General Arthur St Clair but the oldgeneral viewed this predilection with disfavor because he had hoped thathis own daughter would make a match with the major But Louisa longed forthe freedom of the woods She was a horsewoman and a hunter and she hada sentimental fondness for IndiansWhen Joseph Brandt Thayendanegea camped with his dreaded band near thetown it was she whowithout her fathers knowledge and in the disguiseof an Indian girltook the message that had been entrusted to a soldierasking the tribe to send delegates to a peace council at the fort Louisaand Brandt had met in Philadelphia some years before when both werestudents in that city and he was rejoiced to meet her again for he hadmade no secret of his liking for her and in view

Produced by Dagny John BickersDECEMBER LOVEBy Robert HichensDECEMBER LOVEBy Robert HichensPART ONECHAPTER IAlick Craven who was something in the Foreign Office had been livingin London except for an interval of military service during thewar for several years and had plenty of interesting friends andacquaintances when one autumn day in a club Frances Braybrooke whoknew everybody sat down beside him and began as his way was talkingof people Braybrooke talked well and was an exceedingly agreeable manbut he seldom discussed ideas His main interest lay in the doings ofthe human race the human animal to use a favorite phrase of his inwhat the human race was up to People were his delight He could notlive away from the centre of their activities He was never tiredof meeting new faces and would go to endless trouble to bring aninteresting personality within the circle of his acquaintance Cravenscomparative indifference about society his laziness in social matterswas a perpetual cause of surprise to Braybrooke who nevertheless wasalways ready to do Craven a good turn whether he wanted it done to himor not Indeed Craven was indebted to his kind old friend for variousintroductions which had led to pleasant times and for these he wasquite grateful Braybrooke was much older than most people though heseldom looked it and decades older than Craven and he had a genial wayof taking those younger than himself in charge always with a view totheir social advancement He was a very ancient hand at the socialgame he loved to play it and he wanted as many as possible to joinin provided of course that they were suitable for such a purposePerhaps he slightly resembled the worlds governess as a witty womanhad once called him But he was really a capital fellow and a mine ofworldly wisdomOn the occasion in question after chatting for about an hour hehappened to mention Lady SellingworthAdela Sellingworth as hecalled her Craven did not know her and said so in the simplest wayI dont know Lady SellingworthBraybrooke sat for a moment in silence looking at Craven over hiscarefully trimmed grey and brown beardHow very strange he said at lastWhy is it strangeAll these years in London and not know Adela SellingworthI know about her of course I know she was a famous beauty when KingEdward was Prince of Wales and was tremendously prominent in societyafter he came to the throne But I have never seen her about since Ihave been settled in London To tell the honest truth I thought LadySellingworth was what is called a back numberAdela Sellingworth a back numberBraybrooke bristled gently and caught his beardpoint with hisbroadfingered right hand His small observant hazel eyes rebukedCraven mildly and he slightly shook his head covered with thickcrinkly and carefully brushed hairWellbut Craven protested But surely she long ago retired from thefray Isnt she over sixtyShe is about sixty But that is nothing nowadaysNo doubt she had a terrific careerTerrific What do you mean exactly by terrificWhy that she was what used to be called a professional beauty asocial ruler immensely distinguished and smart and all that sort ofthing But I understood that she suddenly gave it all up I remembersomeone telling me that she abdicated and that those who knew her bestwere most surprised about itA woman told you that no doubtYes I think it was a womanAnything elseIf I remember rightly she said that Lady Sellingworth was the verylast woman one had expected to do such a thing that she was one of theold guard whose motto is never give up that she went on expectingand tacitly demanding the love and admiration which most men only givewith sincerity to young women long after she was no more young and hadbegun to lose her looks Perhaps it was all liesNo no There is something in itHe looked meditativeIt certainly was a sudden business he presently added I have oftenthought so It came about after her return from Paris some ten yearsagothat time when her jewels were stolenWere they said CravenWere theyBraybrookes tone just then really did rather suggest the worldsgovernessMy dear fellowyes they were to the tune of about fifty thousandpoundsWhat a dreadful business Did she get them backNo She never even tried to But of course it came out eventuallyIt seems to me that everything anyone wishes to hide does come outeventually in London said Craven with perhaps rather youthfulcynicism But surely Lady Sellingworth must have wanted to get herjewels back What can have induced her to be silent about such a lossIts a mystery I have wondered whyoften said Braybrooke gentlystroking his beardHe even slightly wrinkled his forehead until he remembered that suchan indulgence is apt to lead to permanent lines whereupon he abruptlybecame as smooth as a baby and addedShe must have had a tremendous reason But Im not aware that anyoneknows what it is unless he paused meditatively I have sometimessuspected that perhaps Seymour PortmanSir Seymour the generalYes He knows her better than anyone else does He cared for her whenshe was a girl through both her marriages and cares for her just asmuch still I believeHow were her jewels stolen Craven askedBraybrooke had roused his interest A woman who lost jewels worth fiftythousand pounds and made no effort to get them back must surely be anextraordinary creatureThey were stolen in Paris at the Gare du Nord out of a firstclasscompartment reserved for Adela Sellingworth That much came out throughher maidAnd nothing was doneI believe not Adela Sellingworth is said to have behaved mostfatalistically when the story came out She said the jewels weregone long ago and there was an end of it and that she couldnt bebotheredBotheredabout such a lossAnd whats more she got rid of the maidVery oddIt was Very odd Her abdication also was very odd and abrupt Shechanged her way of living gave up society let her hair go whiteallowed her face to do whatever it chose and in fact became very muchwhat she is nowthe most charming _old_ woman in LondonOh is she charmingIs she charmingBraybrooke

THE BLACK EXPERIENCE IN AMERICAPublished electronically by its author Norman Coombs and ProjectGutenbergC 1993 by Norman CoombsThis text is claimed under copyright to protect its integrity andtherefore you are required to pass it on intact but you may make changesto your own copy This text may be shared in whole or in part so long asthis header is included It may be quoted freely so long as itsauthorship is properly credited As the book is out of print the authorhas chosen to make it freely availableWe want to know of any mistakes you find so we can correct them in texteditions to come Send corrections to Norman Coombs His emailaddresses areNRCGSHRITVAXBITNET or internet NRCGSHRITVAXISCRITEDUNeither Prof Hart nor Project Gutenberg nor Norman Coombs has anyofficial connection with the University of IllinoisThis text is based on the original publicationTHE BLACK EXPERIENCE IN AMERICAThe Immigrant Heritage of AmericaBy Norman CoombsPublisher Twayne c 1972Contents Preface Acknowledgments Introduction omitted from electronic versionPART ONE From Freedom to Slavery 1 African Origins The Human Cradle West African Empires The Culture of West Africa 2 The Human Market The Slave Trade Caribbean Interlude 3 Slavery As Capitalism The Shape of American Slavery North American and South American Slavery Slavery and the Formation of Character Slave Response 4 All Men Are Created Equal Slavery and the American Revolution Slave Insurrections Growing RacismPart Two Emancipation without Freedom 5 A Nation Divided Black Moderates and Militants White Liberals Growth of Extremism 6 From Slavery to Segregation Blue Gray and Black Reconstruction and Its Failure The New Racism 7 Racism and Democracy Fighting Jim Crow Making the World Safe for Democracy Urban Riots The Klan RevivalPart Three The Search For Equality 8 The Crisis of Leadership The Debate Over Means and Ends Booker T Washington The Trumpet of Conciliation W E B DuBois The Trumpet of Confrontation Marcus Garvey The Trumpet of Pride A Philip Randolph The Trumpet of Mobilization 9 The New Negro Immigration and Migration Harlem The Promised Land The Negro Renaissance Black Nationalism 10 Fighting Racism at Home and Abroad Hard Times Again The Second World War The US and the UN 11 Civil Rights and Civil Disobedience Schools and Courts The Civil Rights Movement 12 The Black Revolt Civil Disorders Black Power Epilogue Notes and References omitted from electronic version Bibliography omitted from electronic version Index omitted from electronic versionPrefaceDuring the last several years the study of American history has turned anew direction Previously it emphasized how the various immigrantgroups in America shed their divergent heritages and amalgamated into anew nationality More recently scholars and laymen alike have becomemore sensitive to the ways in which these newcomers have kept aspectsfrom their past alive and there is a new awareness of the degree towhich ethnicity continues as a force within AmericaMost of the original settlers were British Protestant and white Manyof the later arrivals differed from them in one or more ways Historybooks usually depicted these new waves of immigrants as assimilatingalmost fully into American society However recent writings have putmore stress on the ethnic diversities which remain and on the richvariety of contributions which were made to the American scene by eachnew nationalityThis volume depicts the immigrants from Africa as one among the manyelements which created presentday America On the one hand they differfrom the other minorities because they came involuntarily suffered thecruelties of slavery and were of another color All of this made theirexperience unique On the other hand they shared much in common with theother minorities many of whom also felt like aliens in their new landThroughout most of American history political power has been heldtightly by the white AngloSaxon Protestant majority Historicalpresentations which stressed the political component thereby tended toleave the later immigrants in the background However because thesenewcomers did not assimilate fully into the mainstream of America theymaintained some of their ethnic identity and made fresh and uniquecontributions to American life A sociocultural approach to historythrough highlighting society and culture rather than politics bringsthese minorities into proper focusThis study of AfroAmericans seeks to describe the character and culturewhich they produced for themselves in America It also points to the manyimportant contributions which they have made to American cultural lifeThe spotlight is on what they felt and thought on the attitudes theydeveloped and on their increasingly vocal protests against the unfairtreatment which they believed was directed at themBesides taking a sociocultural approach to the subject this

Produced by Dagny and John Bickers VAUTRIN A DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS BY HONORE DE BALZAC Presented for the first time at the PorteSaintMartin Theatre Paris March 14 1840 AUTHORS PREFACEIt is difficult for the playwright to put himself five days after thefirst presentation of his piece in the situation in which he felthimself on the morning after the event but it is still more difficultto write a preface to _Vautrin_ to which every one has written hisown The single utterance of the author will infallibly prove inferiorto so vast a number of divergent expressions The report of a cannonis never so effective as a display of fireworksMust the author explain his work Its only possible commentator is MFrederick LemaitreMust he complain of the injunction which delayed the presentation ofhis play That would be to betray ignorance of his time and countryPetty tyranny is the besetting sin of constitutional governments itis thus they are disloyal to themselves and on the other hand whoare so cruel as the weak The present government is a spoilt childand does what it likes excepting that it fails to secure the publicweal or the public voteMust he proceed to prove that _Vautrin_ is as innocent a work as adrama of Berquins To inquire into the morality or immorality of thestage would imply servile submission to the stupid Prudhommes whobring the matter in questionShall he attack the newspapers He could do no more than declare thatthey have verified by their conduct all he ever said about themYet in the midst of the disaster which the energy of government hascaused but which the slightest sagacity in the world might haveprevented the author has found some compensation in the testimony ofpublic sympathy which has been given him M Victor Hugo amongothers has shown himself as steadfast in friendship as he ispreeminent in poetry and the present writer has the greaterhappiness in publishing the good will of M Hugo inasmuch as theenemies of that distinguished man have no hesitation in blackening hischaracterLet me conclude by saying that _Vautrin_ is two months old and in therush of Parisian life a novelty of two months has survived a couple ofcenturies The real preface to _Vautrin_ will be found in the play_RichardCoeurdEponge_ which the administration permits to beacted in order to save the prolific stage of PorteSaintMartin frombeing overrun by children A play never enacted or printedPARIS May 1 1840 PERSONS OF THE PLAYJacques Collin known as VautrinThe Duc de MontsorelThe Marquis Albert de Montsorel son to MontsorelRaoul de FrascasCharles Blondet known as the Chevalier de SaintCharlesFrancois Cadet known as the PhilosopherFildeSoieButeuxPhilippe Boulard known as LafourailleA Police OfficerJoseph Bonnet footman to the Duchesse de MontsorelThe Duchesse de Montsorel Louise de VaudreyMademoiselle de Vaudrey aunt to the Duchesse de MontsorelThe Duchesse de ChristovalInez de Christoval Princesse DArjosFelicite maid to the Duchesse de MontsorelServants Gendarmes Detectives and othersSCENE ParisTIME 1816 after the second return of the Bourbons VAUTRIN ACT ISCENE FIRSTA room in the house of the Duc de MontsorelThe Duchesse de Montsorel and Mademoiselle de VaudreyThe DuchessAh So you have been waiting for me How very good of youMademoiselle de VaudreyWhat is the matter Louise This is the first time in the twelve yearsof our mutual mourning that I have seen you cheerful Knowing you asI do it makes me alarmedThe DuchessI cannot help showing my unhappiness and you who have shared all mysorrows alone can understand my rapture at the faintest gleam ofhopeMademoiselle de VaudreyHave you come upon any traces of your lost sonThe DuchessHe is foundMademoiselle de VaudreyImpossible When you find out your error it will add to your anguishThe DuchessA child who is dead has but a tomb in the heart of his mother but thechild who has been stolen is still living in that heart dear auntMademoiselle de VaudreySuppose you were overheardThe DuchessI should not care I am setting out on a new life and I feel strongenough to resist even the tyranny of De MontsorelMademoiselle de VaudreyAfter twentytwo years of mourning what possible occurrence can giveyou ground for hopeThe DuchessI have much more than hope After the kings reception I went to theSpanish ambassadors where I was introduced to Madame de ChristovalThere I saw a young man who resembled me and had my voice Do you seewhat I mean If I came home late it was because

Produced by Jo Churcher HTML version by Al HainesTHE PRINCESS AND THE GOBLINbyGEORGE MACDONALDCONTENTS 1 Why the Princess Has a Story About Her 2 The Princess Loses Herself 3 The Princess andWe Shall See Who 4 What the Nurse Thought of It 5 The Princess Lets Well Alone 6 The Little Miner 7 The Mines 8 The Goblins 9 The Hall of the Goblin Palace 10 The Princesss KingPapa 11 The Old Ladys Bedroom 12 A Short Chapter About Curdie 13 The Cobs Creatures 14 That Night Week 15 Woven and then Spun 16 The Ring 17 Springtime 18 Curdies Clue 19 Goblin Counsels 20 Irenes Clue 21 The Escape 22 The Old Lady and Curdie 23 Curdie and His Mother 24 Irene Behaves Like a Princess 25 Curdie Comes to Grief 26 The GoblinMiners 27 The Goblins in the Kings House 28 Curdies Guide 29 Masonwork 30 The King and the Kiss 31 The Subterranean Waters 32 The Last ChapterCHAPTER 1Why the Princess Has a Story About HerThere was once a little princess whose father was king over a greatcountry full of mountains and valleys His palace was built upon oneof the mountains and was very grand and beautiful The princesswhose name was Irene was born there but she was sent soon after herbirth because her mother was not very strong to be brought up bycountry people in a large house half castle half farmhouse on theside of another mountain about halfway between its base and its peakThe princess was a sweet little creature and at the time my storybegins was about eight years old I think but she got older very fastHer face was fair and pretty with eyes like two bits of night skyeach with a star dissolved in the blue Those eyes you would havethought must have known they came from there so often were they turnedup in that direction The ceiling of her nursery was blue with starsin it as like the sky as they could make it But I doubt if ever shesaw the real sky with the stars in it for a reason which I had bettermention at onceThese mountains were full of hollow places underneath huge cavernsand winding ways some with water running through them and someshining with all colours of the rainbow when a light was taken inThere would not have been much known about them had there not beenmines there great deep pits with long galleries and passages runningoff from them which had been dug to get at the ore of which themountains were full In the course of digging the miners came uponmany of these natural caverns A few of them had faroff openings outon the side of a mountain or into a ravineNow in these subterranean caverns lived a strange race of beingscalled by some gnomes by some kobolds by some goblins There was alegend current in the country that at one time they lived above groundand were very like other people But for some reason or otherconcerning which there were different legendary theories the king hadlaid what they thought too severe taxes upon them or had requiredobservances of them they did not like or had begun to treat them withmore severity in some way or other and impose stricter laws and theconsequence was that they had all disappeared from the face of thecountry According to the legend however instead of going to someother country they had all taken refuge in the subterranean cavernswhence they never came out but at night and then seldom showedthemselves in any numbers and never to many people at once It wasonly in the least frequented and most difficult parts of the mountainsthat they were said to gather even at night in the open air Those whohad caught sight of any of them said that they had greatly altered inthe course of generations and no wonder seeing they lived away fromthe sun in cold and wet and dark places They were now notordinarily ugly but either absolutely hideous or ludicrouslygrotesque both in face and form There was no invention they said ofthe most lawless imagination expressed by pen or pencil that couldsurpass the extravagance of their appearance But I suspect those whosaid so had mistaken some of their animal companions for the goblinsthemselvesof which more by and by The goblins themselves were notso far removed from the human as such a description would imply Andas they grew misshapen in body they had grown in knowledge andcleverness and now were able to do things no mortal could see thepossibility of But as they grew in cunning they grew in mischiefand their great delight was in every way they could think of to annoythe people who lived in the openair storey above them They hadenough of affection left for each other to preserve them from beingabsolutely cruel for crueltys sake to those that came in their waybut still they so heartily cherished the ancestral grudge against thosewho occupied their former possessions and especially against thedescendants of the king who had caused their expulsion that theysought every opportunity of tormenting them in ways that were as odd astheir inventors and although dwarfed and misshapen they had strengthequal to their cunning In the process of time they had got a king anda government of their own whose chief business beyond their ownsimple affairs was to devise trouble for their neighbours It willnow be pretty evident why the little princess had never seen the

Produced by Bruce W MillerTHE PILGRIMS PROGRESS IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLEby Mary GodolphinAUTHORS PREFACEIn offering to the public another volume on my plan of reducing populartales into words of One Syllable exclusively I wish it to be clearlyunderstood that it is intended for Adult Beginners no less than forChildren There is a large class of persons who do not begin to acquirethe art of reading till somewhat late in life and it is for such that Ithink a book of this Character is peculiarly applicableIt may be objected that my system involves the use of words whichthough short are difficult to understand and might be made moreintelligible in polysyllabic language But I have endeavored as far aspossible to avoid hard and technical expressions and I cannot butthink that the mere fact of the brevity of the words must be a greatattraction to beginners of all ages By this method the labor ofdividing and accentuating words is avoided a difficulty which pupilswho have only attained to the knowledge of monosyllables cannot conquerby independent effortI take this opportunity of acknowledging the great favor with which myprevious books of the same character have been received and I am gladto hear that they have been found useful as Prizes in SchoolsI have thought it necessary to retain all the names of Persons andPlaces in their original form but this is the only exception to mygeneral rulePILGRIMS PROGRESSPART IAs I went through the wild waste of this world I came to a place wherethere was a den and I lay down in it to sleep While I slept I had adream and lo I saw a man whose clothes were in rags and he stood withhis face from his own house with a book in his hand and a great loadon his back I saw him read from the leaves of a book and as he readhe wept and shook with fear and at length he broke out with a loud cryand said What shall I do to save my soulSo in this plight he went home and as long as he could he held hispeace that his wife and babes should not see his grief But at lengthhe told them his mind and thus he spoke O my dear wife and you mybabes I your dear friend am full of woe for a load lies hard on meand more than this I have been told that our town will be burnt withfire in which I you my wife and you my sweet babes shall be lost ifmeans be not found to save usThis sad tale struck all who heard him with awe not that they thoughtwhat he said to them was true but that they had fears that some weightmust be on his mind so as night now drew near they were in hopes thatsleep might soothe his brain and with all haste they got him to bedWhen the morn broke they sought to know how he did He told them Worseand worse and he set to talk once more in the same strain as he haddone but they took no heed of it By and by to drive off his fit theyspoke harsh words to him at times they would laugh at times they wouldchide and then set him at nought So he went to his room to pray forthem as well as to nurse his own grief He would go too into thewoods to read and muse and thus for some weeks he spent his timeNow I saw in my dream that one day as he took his walk in the fieldswith his book in his hand he gave a groanfor he felt as if a cloudwere on his souland he burst out as he was wont to do and said Whowill save me I saw too that he gave wild looks this way and that asif he would rush off yet he stood still for he could not tell whichway to go At last a man whose name was Evangelist came up to him andsaid Why dost thou weepHe said Sir I see by this book in my hand that I am to die and thatthen God will judge me Now I dread to dieEvangelistWhy do you fear to die since this life is fraught withwoeThe man said I fear lest a hard doom should wait me and that this loadon my back will make me sink down till at last I shall find I am inTophetIf this be your case said Evangelist why do you stand stillBut the man said I know not where to goThen he gave him a scroll with these words on it Fly from the wrath tocomeWhen the man read it he said Which way must I flyEvangelist held out his hand to point to a gate in the wide field andsaid Do you see the Wicket GateThe man said NoDo you see that lightHe then said I think I doKeep that light in your eye quoth Evangelist and go straight up to itso shall you see the gate at which when you knock it shall be toldyou what you are to doThen I saw in my dream that Christianfor that was his nameset off torunNow he had not gone far from his own door when his wife and young oneswho saw him gave a loud wail to beg of him to come back but the manput his hands to his ears and ran on with a cry of Life Life Thefriends of his wife too came out to see him run and as he went somewere heard to mock him some to use threats and there were two who setoff to fetch him back by force the names of whom were Obstinate andPliable Now by this time the man had gone a good way off but at lastthey came up to himThen said Christian Friends why are you comeTo bid you go back with us said theyBut quoth he that can by no means

Produced by Sue AsscherTHE LIFE OFCAPTAIN MATTHEW FLINDERS RNBYERNEST SCOTTPROFESSOR OF HISTORY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF MELBOURNEAUTHOR OF TERRE NAPOLEON AND LIFE OF LAPEROUSEWITH PORTRAITS MAPS AND FACSIMILESSYDNEYANGUS ROBERTSON LTD89 CASTLEREAGH STREET1914PREFACEThe subject of this book died one hundred years ago Within his fortyyears of life he discovered a very large area of what is now animportant region of the earth he participated in stirring events whichare memorable in modern history he applied a vigorous and original mindto the advancement of knowledge with useful results and he was thevictim of circumstances which however stated were peculiarlyunfortunate and must evoke the sympathy of everyone who takes thetrouble to understand them His career was crowded with adventures warperilous voyages explorations of unknown coasts encounters withsavages shipwreck and imprisonment are the elements which go to make uphis story He was withal a downright Englishman of exceptionally highcharacter proud of his service and unsparing of himself in the pursuitof his dutyYet up to this time his biography has not been written There are it istrue outlines of his career in various works of reference notably thatcontributed by Sir JK Laughton to the Dictionary of National BiographyBut there is no book to which a reader can turn for a fairly full accountof his achievements and an estimate of his personality Of alldiscoverers of leading rank Matthew Flinders is the only one about whomthere is no ample and convenient recordThis book endeavours to fill the gapThe material upon which it is founded is set forth in the footnotes andthe bibliography Here the author takes pleasure in acknowledging theassistance he has received from several quarters A previous book broughthim the acquaintance of the grandnephew of that Comte de Fleurieu wholargely inspired three famous French voyages to Australiathose ofLaperouse Dentrecasteaux and Baudinall of which have an importantbearing upon the subject The Comte A de Fleurieu had long been engagedin collecting material relative to the work and influence of hisdistinguished granduncle and in the most generous manner he handed overto the author his very large collection of manuscripts and notebooks tobe read noted and used at discretion Even when a historian does notactually quote or directly use matter bearing upon his subject it is ofimmense advantage to have access to documents which throw light upon itand which enable an inandout knowledge of a period and persons to beobtained This book owes much of whatever value it may possess tomonsieur de Fleurieus assistance in this respect and the author thankshim most warmlyThe Flinders papers of which free use has been made were presented tothe Melbourne Public Library by Professor WM Flinders Petrie They aredescribed in the bibliography The transcripts of family and personaldocuments were especially valuable Although they were not supplied forthis book Professor Flinders Petrie gave them in order that they mightbe of use to some biographer of his grandfather and the author begs tothank him and also Mr E La Touche Armstrong the chief librarian inwhose custody they are and who has given frequent access to themThe rich stores of manuscripts in the Mitchell Library Sydney have beenthoroughly examined with the assistance of Mr WH Ifould principallibrarian Mr Hugh Wright and the staff of that institution Help fromthis quarter was accorded with such grace that one came to think givingtrouble was almost like conferring a favourAll copies of documents from Paris and Caen cited in this book have beenmade by Madame Robert Helouis The author was able to indicate thewhereabouts of the principal papers but Madame Helouis developing aninterest in the subject as she pursued her task was enabled owing toher extensive knowledge of the resources of the French archives to findand transcribe many new and valuable papers The author also wishes tothank Captain Francis Bayldon of Sydney who has kindly given help onseveral technical points Miss Alma Hansen University of Melbourne whowas generous enough to make a study of the Dutch Generale Beschrijvingevan Indienno light taskto verify a point of some importance for thepurpose of the chapter on The Naming of Australia and Mr EAPetherick whose manuscript bibliography containing an immense quantityof material the fruit of a long lifes labour has always beencheerfully made availableProfessor Flinders Petrie has been kind enough to read and make someuseful suggestions upon the personal and family passages of the bookwhich has consequently benefited greatlyThe whole work has been read through by Mr AW Jose author of TheHistory of Australasia whose criticism on a multitude of points someminute but all important has been of the utmost value The help givenby Mr Jose has been more than friendly it has been informed by a keenenthusiasm for the subject and great knowledge of the originalauthorities The authors obligations to him are gratefully acknowledgedIt is hoped that these pages will enable the reader to know MatthewFlinders the man as well as the navigator for the study of themanuscript and printed material about him has convinced the author thathe was not only remarkable for what he did and endured but for his ownsake as an Englishman of the very best typeMelbourne June 1914CONTENTSCHAPTER 1 BIRTH AND ORIGINSPlace of Flinders among Australian navigatorsBirthFlemish originsPedigreeConnection with the TennysonsPossible relationship with BassFlinders fatherDoningtonCHAPTER 2 AT SCHOOL AND AT SEAEducationRobinson CrusoeAspirations for a naval careerHis fathers wishJohn Flinders adviceStudy of navigationIntroduction to PasleyLieutenants servantMidshipman on the BellerophonBligh and the Bounty mutinyCHAPTER 3 A VOYAGE UNDER BLIGHThe second breadfruit expeditionFlinders in the ProvidenceNotes from Santa CruzAt the CapeTahitiIn Torres StraitEncounter with PapuansReturn to EnglandCHAPTER 4 THE BATTLE OFF BRESTThe naval war with FranceThe battle of June 1st 1794Flinders as gunnerPasley woundedFlinders journal of the engagementEffect of Pasleys wound on the career of FlindersCHAPTER 5 AUSTRALIAN GEOGRAPHY BEFORE FLINDERSThe predecessors of FlindersHow Australia grew on the mapMediaeval controversies on antipodesPeriod of vague speculationSixteenth century mapsThe Dutch voyagersThe Batavia on the Abrolhos ReefThe Duyfhen in the GulfTorresThe three periods of Australian maritime discoveryGeographers and their views of AustraliaThe theory of the dividing straitCook and FurneauxThe untraced southern coastCHAPTER 6 THE RELIANCE AND THE TOM THUMBGovernor HunterCaptain WaterhouseFlinders passion for exploring new countriesJoins

Produced by Freethought ArchivesGOOD SENSE WITHOUT GODORFREETHOUGHTS OPPOSED TO SUPERNATURAL IDEASBy Baron DholbachFreethinkers Library SeriesLondon W Stewart CoA Translation Of Baron Dholbachs Le Bon SensTranscribers note this etext is based on an undated English translationof Le Bon Sens published c 1900 The name of the translator was notstated _Atheism_ leaves men to Sense to Philosophy to Laws to Reputation all which may be guides to moral Virtue tho Religion were not but Superstition dismounts all these and erects an absolute Monarchy in the Minds of Men Therefore Atheism did never perturb States but Superstition hath been the confusion of many The causes of Superstition are pleasing and sensual rights and Ceremonies Excess of Pharisaical and outside holiness Reverence to Traditions and the stratagems of Prelates for their own Ambition and Lucre_Lord Bacon_CONTENTS1 APOLOGUE2 What is Theology3 What is Theology4 Man is not born with any ideas of Religion5 It is not necessary to believe in a God6 Religion is founded on credulity7 All religion is an absurdity8 The idea of God is impossible9 On the Origin of Superstition10 On the Origin of all Religion11 Religious fears expose men to become a prey to imposters12 Religion seduces ignorance by the aid of the marvellous13 Religion seduces ignorance by the aid of the marvellous14 No Religion if not ages of Stupidity and Barbarism15 All Religion was produced by the desire of domination16 What serves as a basis to Religion is most uncertain17 It is impossible to be convinced of the existence of a God18 It is impossible to be convinced of the existence of a God19 The existence of God is not proved20 It explains nothing to say that God is a spirit21 Spirituality is an absurdity22 Whatever exists is derived from Matter23 What is the metaphysical God of modern Theology24 Less unreasonable to adore the Sun than adore a spiritual Deity25 A spiritual Deity is incapable of volition and action26 What is God27 Some remarkable Contradictions in Theology28 To adore God is to adore a fiction29 Atheism is authorised by the infinity of God30 Believing not safer than not believing in God31 Belief in God is a habit acquired in infancy32 Belief in God is a prejudice ov successive generations33 On the Origin of Prejudices34 On the effects of Prejudices35 Theology must be instilled before the age of reason36 The wonders of nature do not prove the existence of God37 Nature may be explained by natural causes38 Nature may be explained by natural causes39 The world has never been created Matter moves of itself40 The world has never been created Matter moves of itself41 Motion is essential to Matter no Spiritual Mover42 The existence of Man does not prove the existence of God43 Neither Man nor the Universe are the effects of chance44 Order of the Universe does not prove the existence of a God45 Order of the Universe does not prove the existence of a God46 Absurd to adore a divine intelligence47 Qualities given God contrary to the Essence attributed to him48 Qualities given God contrary to the Essence attributed to him49 Absurd to say that the human race is the object of the Universe50 God is not made for Man nor Man for God51 Untrue that the object of the Universe was to render Man happy52 What is called Providence is a word without meaning53 This pretended Providence is the enemy of Man54 The world is not governed by an intelligent being55 God cannot be considered immutable56 Good and evil are the necessary effects of natural causes57 The consolations of Theology and paradise are imaginary58 Another romantic reverie59 Vain that Theology attempts to clear its God from human defects60 Impossible to believe God is of infinite goodness and power61 Impossible to believe God is of infinite goodness and power62 Theologys God a monster of absurdity and injustice63 All Religion inspires contemptible fears64 Religion the same as the most somber and servile Superstition65 The love of God is impossible66 An eternally tormenting God is a most detestable being67 Theology is a tissue of palpable contradictions68 The pretended works of God do not prove Divine Perfections69 The perfection of God and the pretended creation of angels70 Theology preaches Omnipotence of its God yet makes impotent71 Per all religious systems God is capricious and foolish72 It is absurd to say that Evil does not proceed from God73 The foreknowledge of God proves his cruelty74 Absurdity of the stories concerning Original Sin and Satan75 The Devil like Religion was invented to enrich the priests76 God has no right to punish man77 It is absurd to say that the conduct of God a mystery78 Ought we look for consolation from the author of our misery79 God who punishes the faults which he might have prevented80 What is called Free Will is an absurdity81 But we must not conclude that Society has no right to punish82 Refutation of the arguments in favour of Free Will83 Refutation of the arguments in favour of Free Will84 God if there were a God would not be free85 According to Theology man is not free a single instant86 There is no evil and no sin but must be attributed to God87 The prayers prove dissatisfaction of the divine will88 Absurd to imagine repair of misfortune in another world89 Theology justifies the evil permitted by its God90 Jehovah exterminations prove an unjust and barbarous God91 Is God a generous equitable and tender father92 Mans life deposes against goodness of a pretended God93 We owe no gratitude to what is called _Providence_94 It is folly to suppose that Man is the favourite of God95 A comparison between Man and brutes96 There are no animals so detestable as Tyrants97 A refutation of the excellence of Man98 An oriental Tale99

Produced by Dagny and John Bickers THE RESOURCES OF QUINOLA A COMEDY IN A PROLOGUE AND FIVE ACTS BY HONORE DE BALZAC First Presented at the Theatre de lOdeon Paris March 19 1842 AUTHORS PREFACEHad the author of the following play written it merely for the purposeof winning for it the universal praise which the journals havelavished upon his romances and which perhaps transcended theirmerits _The Resources of Quinola_ would still have been an excellentliterary speculation but when he sees himself the object of so muchpraise and so much condemnation he has come to the conclusion that itis much more difficult to make successfully a first venture on thestage than in the field of mere literature and he has armed himselfaccordingly with courage both for the present and for the futureThe day will come when the piece will be employed by critics as abattering ram to demolish some piece at its first representation justas they have employed all his novels and even his play entitled_Vautrin_ to demolish _The Resources of Quinola_However tranquil may be his mood of resignation the author cannotrefrain from making here two suggestive observationsNot one among fifty feuilleton writers has failed to treat as a fableinvented by the author the historic fact upon which is founded thepresent playLong before M Arago mentioned this incident in his history of steampublished in the _Annuaire du Bureau des Longitudes_ the author towhom the incident was known had guessed in imagination the greatdrama that must have led up to that final act of despair thecatastrophe which necessarily ended the career of the unknowninventor who in the middle of the sixteenth century built a shipthat moved by steam in the harbor of Barcelona and then scuttled itwith his own hands in the presence of two hundred thousand spectatorsThis observation is sufficient answer to the derision which has beenflung upon what was supposed to be the authors hypothesis as to theinvention of steam locomotion before the time of the Marquis ofWorcester Salomon de Caus and PapinThe second observation relates to the strange manner in which almostall the critics have mistaken the character of Lavradi one of thepersonages in this comedy which they have stigmatized as a hideouscreation Any one who reads the piece of which no critic has given anexact analysis will see that Lavradi sentenced to be transported forten years to the _presides_ comes to ask pardon of the king Everyone knows how freely the severest penalties were in the sixteenthcentury measured out for the lightest offences and how warmly valetsin a predicament such as Quinolas were welcomed by the spectators inthe antique theatresMany volumes might be filled with the laments of feuilletonists whofor nearly twenty years have called for comedies in the ItalianSpanish or English style An attempt has been made to produce one andthe critics would rather eat their own words than miss the opportunityof choking off the man who has been bold enough to venture upon apathway of such fertile promise whose very antiquity lends to it inthese days the charm of noveltyNor must we forget to mention to the disgrace of our age the howl ofdisapprobation which greeted the title Duke of Neptunado selectedby Philip II for the inventor a howl in which educated readers willrefuse to join but which was so overwhelming at the presentation ofthe piece that after its first utterance the actors omitted the termduring the remainder of the evening This howl was raised by anaudience of spectators who read in the newspapers every morning thetitle of the Duke of Vittoria given to Espartero and who must haveheard of the title Prince of Paz given to the last favorite of thelast but one of the kings of Spain How could such ignorance as thishave been anticipated Who does not know that the majority of Spanishtitles especially in the time of Charles V and Philip II refer tocircumstances under which they were originally grantedAn admiral took that of _TransportReal_ from the fact that thedauphin sailed with him to ItalyNavarro was given the title _La Vittoria_ after the seafight ofToulon though the issue of the conflict was indecisiveThese examples and as many others are outdone by that of the famousfinance minister a parvenu broker who chose to be entitled theMarquis Insignificant lEnsenadaIn producing a work constructed with all the dramatic irregularity ofthe early French and Spanish stage the author has made an experimentwhich had been called for by the suffrages of more than one organ ofpublic opinion as well as of all the firstnighters of Paris Hewished to meet the genuine public and to have his piece represented ina house filled with a paying audience The unsatisfactory result ofthis ordeal was so plainly pointed out by the whole press that theindispensability of _claqueurs_ has been now forever establishedThe author had been confronted by the following dilemma as stated bythose experienced in such matters If he introduced into the theatretwelve hundred dead heads the success secured by their applausewould undoubtedly be questioned If twelve hundred paying spectatorswere present the success of the piece was almost out of the questionThe author chose to run the risk of the latter alternative Such isthe history of this first representation where so many peopleappeared to be made so uncomfortable by their elevation to the dignityof independent judgesThe author

Produced by Jeffrey KrausyaoTHE MASTER OF SILENCEA ROMANCEFiction Fact and Fancy SeriesEdited by Arthur StedmanBy Irving BachellerNew York Charles L Webster Co 1892THE MASTER OF SILENCECHAPTER INear the end of my fourteenth year I was apprenticed to Valentine King Co cotton importers Liverpool as a pair of legs My fatherhad died suddenly leaving me and his property in the possession of mystepmother and my guardian It was in deference to their urgent advicethat I left my home in London with little reluctance since my lifethere had never been happy to study the art of moneymaking Onarriving at the scene of my expected triumphs I was assigned to thesomewhat humble position of errand boy In common with other boys whoperformed a like service for the firm I was known as a pair of legsLodgings of a rather modest character had been secured for me in thewestern outskirts of the city near the banks of the Mersey I was slowto make friends and my evenings were spent in the perusal of some storybooks which I had brought with me from London One night not longafter the beginning of my new life in Liverpool I was lying in bedlistening to the wind and rain beating over the housetops and drivingagainst the windows when suddenly there came a loud rap at my doorWhos there I demanded starting out of bedAs I heard no answer I repeated my inquiry and stood a momentlistening I could hear nothing however but the wind and rainLighting a candle and dressing myself with all haste I opened thedoor I could just discern the figure of a bent old man standing inthe hallway when a gust of wind suddenly put out the candle The doorleading to the street was open and the old man was probably a stragglercome to importune me for shelter or for something to eat As I relit thecandle he entered my room and stood facing me but he did not speakHis clothes were dripping and he was blinking at me with strangegleaming eyes His hair was snowwhite and as I looked into his facethe deathly pallor of it frightened me His general appearance was morethan startling it was uncannyWhat can I do for you I askedGreatly to my surprise he made no reply but with a look of pain andgreat anxiety sank into a chair Then he withdrew from his pocket aletter which he extended to me The envelope was wet and dirty It wasdirected to Kendric Lane Esq No Old Broad street London EnglandThe address was crossed and 22 Kirkland street Liverpool writtenunder it in the familiar hand of my guardian A strange proceedingthought I Was the letter intended for my father who was long dead andwho had removed from that address more than ten years ago The old manbegan to grin and nod as I examined the superscription I broke the sealon the envelope and found the following letter undated and with noindication of the place from which it was sentDear BrotherI need your help Come to me at once if you canConsequences of vast importance to me and to mankind depend upon yourprompt compliance I cannot tell you where I am The bearer will bringyou to me Follow him and ask no questions Moreover be silent likehim regarding the subject of this letter If you can come procurepassage in the first steamer for New York My messenger is provided withfunds Your loving brotherRevis LaneI had often heard my father speak of my uncle Revis who went to Americaalmost twenty years before I was born Now he was my nearest livingrelative No news of him had reached us for many years before my fatherdied I was familiar with his handwriting and the specimen before me waseither genuine or remarkably like it If genuine he had evidently notheard of my fathers deathExtraordinary as the message was the messenger was more so He satpeering at me with a strange halfcrazed expression on his faceWhen did you leave my uncle I askedHe sat as if unconscious that I had spokenI drew my chair to his side and repeated the words in a loud voice buthe did not seem to hear me Evidently the old man could neither hear norspeak In a moment he began groping in his pockets and presently handedme a card which contained the following wordsIf you can come tear this card in halves and return the right half tohimI examined the card carefully The words were undoubtedly in my uncleshandwriting The back of the card was covered with strange characters inred ink I tore the card as directed and handed him the right halfHe held it up to the light and examined it carefully then put it awayin a pocket of his waistcoat The look of pain returned to his faceand he coughed feebly as if suffering from a severe cold The hour beinglate I intimated by pantomime that I desired him to occupy my bed Heunderstood me readily enough and began feebly to remove his clothingwhile I prepared a sofa for myself He was soon sound asleep but I layawake long after the light was extinguished He was evidently quiteill and I determined to go for a physician at the first appearance ofdaylight As soon as possible I would go with him to my uncle Therewere no ties to detain me and it was clearly my duty to do so Perhapsmy uncle was in some great peril If so I might be of service to himWhen I arose in the morning my strange lodger seemed to be sleepingquietly His face looked pale and ghastly in the light of day I steppedclose to his bed and laying my hand upon his brow was horrifiedto discover that he was dead What was I to do I sat down to thinktrembling with fright I must call in a policeman and tell him all Iknew about my strange visitor No not all I must not tell him aboutthe letter thought I My uncle might not wish

Produced by K Kay ShearinCOUNT ALARCOSA TRAGEDYBy Benjamin DisraeliAs there is no historical authority for the events of the celebratedBallad on which this Tragedy is founded I have fixed upon thethirteenth century for the period of their occurrence At that time thekingdom of Castille had recently obtained that supremacy in Spain whichled in a subsequent age to the political integrity of the countryBurgos its capital was a magnificent city and then also arose thatmasterpiece of Christian architecture its famous CathedralThis state of comparative refinement and civilisation permitted theintroduction of more complicated motives than the rude manners of theBallad would have authorised while the picturesque features of theCastillian middle ages still flourished in full force the factions ofa powerful nobility renowned for their turbulence strong passionsenormous crimes profound superstition DeltaLondon May 1839DRAMATIS PERSONAE THE KING OF CASTILLE COUNT ALARCOS a Prince of the Blood COUNT OF SIDONIA COUNT OF LEON PRIOR OF BURGOS ORAN a Moor FERDINAND a PAGE GUZMAN JACA a BRAVO GRAUS the Keeper of a Posada SOLISA Infanta of Castille only child of the King FLORIMONDE Countess Alarcos FLIX a Hostess Courtiers Pages Chamberlains Bravos and PriestsTimethe 13th CenturySceneBurgos the capital of Castille and its vicinityACT I SCENE 1 A Street in Burgos the Cathedral in the distance Enter Two Courtiers I11 1ST COURT The Prince of Hungary dismissed I12 2ND COURT Indeed So runs the rumour I13 1ST COURT Why the spousal note Still floats upon the air I14 2ND COURT Myself this morn Beheld the Infantas entrance as she threw Proud as some hitless barb her haughty glance On our assembled chiefs I15 1ST COURT The Prince was there I16 2ND COURT Most royally nor seemed a man more fit To claim a kingdom for a dower He looked Our Gadian Hercules as the advancing peers Their homage paid I followed in the train Of Count Alarcos with whose ancient house My fortunes long have mingled I17 1ST COURT Tis the same But just returned I18 2ND COURT Long banished from the Court And only favoured since the Queens decease His ancient foe I19 1ST COURT A very potent Lord I110 2ND COURT Near to the throne too near perchance for peace Youre young at Burgos or indeed twere vain

Produced by Sue AsscherTHE LOGBOOKS OFTHE LADY NELSONWITH THE JOURNAL OF HER FIRST COMMANDERLIEUTENANT JAMES GRANT RNBYIDA LEE FRGSMRS CHARLES BRUCE MARRIOTTAUTHOR OFTHE COMING OF THE BRITISH TO AUSTRALIAandCOMMODORE SIR JOHN HAYES HIS VOYAGE AND LIFEWITH SIXTEEN CHARTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS FROM THE ORIGINALSIN THE ADMIRALTY LIBRARYGRAFTON CO69 GREAT RUSSELL STREETLONDON WCFirst Published in 1915TO THE MEMORY OF MY GRANDFATHERWILLIAM LEEONE OF AUSTRALIAS PIONEERSPREFACEThe objects for which the Lady Nelsons voyages were undertaken renderher logbooks of more than ordinary interest She was essentially anAustralian discovery ship and during her successive commissions she wasemployed exclusively in Australian waters The number of voyages that shemade will perhaps never be accurately known but her logbooks inexistence testify to the important missions that she accomplished Themost notable are those which record early discoveries in Victoria theexploration of the Queensland coast the surveys of King Island and theKent Group the visits to New Zealand and the founding of settlements atHobart Port Dalrymple and Melville Island Seldom can the logbooks of asingle ship show such a record Their publication seemed very necessaryfor the handwriting on the pages of some of them is so faded that it isalready difficult to decipher and apparently only the story of Grantsvoyages and the extracts from Murrays log published by Labilliere in theEarly History of Victoria have ever before been published Intranscription I have somewhat modernized the spelling where old orincorrect forms tended to obscure the sense and omitted repetitions asit would have been impossible to include within the limits of one volumethe whole of the contents of the logbooks The story of the Lady Nelsonas told by Grant has in places been paraphrased for he sometimes writesit in diary form under date headings and at others he inserts the date inthe narrative The entries from the logbooks of Murray Curtoys andSymons in the Public Record Office with such omissions as I havespecified are printed verbatimMurrays charts now published are distinctly valuable as in the fourthvolume of the Historical Records of New South Wales where they should befound it is stated that they are unfortunately missingOn my inquiring at the Admiralty Mr Perrin the Librarian to whom mycordial thanks are due made a special search and was fortunate enough todiscover them Thus after a long separation Murrays charts and hisjournal are united again in this volume Perhaps the most importantchart and the one which should appeal especially to the people ofVictoria is that of Port Phillip showing the track of the Lady Nelsonsboat when the brig entered the bay for the first time Murrays logtelling of this discovery ends on March 24th 1802 In writing later tothe Duke of Portland Governor King says The Lady Nelsons return justbefore I closed my letters enabled me to transmit ActingLieutenantMurrays log copies of the discoveries of King Island and Port PhillipThese important discoveries being combined with the chart of formersurveys I hope will convince your Grace that that highly useful vesselthe Lady Nelson has not been idle under my direction The charts weresent home in charge of Lieutenant Mackellar who sailed in the shipCaroline on March 30th 1802 six days after the Lady Nelsons returnDuplicates were forwarded by the Speedy which left Sydney in June but acomparison of those at the Admiralty shows that King added nothingfurther to this second seriesMy thanks are also due to Lieutenant Bell RN whose researches haveenabled me to publish the charts of the Queensland coast These oldcharts cannot fail to interest students of Australian history It ispossible that they do not include all that were sent home at first norare the Lady Nelsons logbooks complete those however of Grant andMurray Curtoys and Symons give us the story of the work carried out bythose energetic seamen They are writings worthy of being more widelyknown for they are records left by men who sailed uncharted seas alongunknown coasts in days which will not come againmen who have helped togive to later generations a spacious continent with a limitless horizonIDA LEECONTENTSCHAPTER 1THE LADY NELSON BUILT WITH CENTREBOARDSHER VOYAGE TO SYDNEY UNDER JAMES GRANTTHE FIRST SHIP TO PASS THROUGH BASS STRAITCHAPTER 2RETURNS TO EXPLORE THE STRAITHER VISITS TO JERVIS BAY AND TO WESTERN PORT IN 1801CHAPTER 3COLONEL PATERSON AND LIEUTENANT GRANT SURVEY HUNTER RIVERCHAPTER 4MURRAY APPOINTED COMMANDER OF THE LADY NELSONHIS VOYAGE TO NORFOLK ISLANDCHAPTER 5MURRAYS EXPLORATION OF BASS STRAITCHAPTER 6DISCOVERY OF PORT PHILLIPCHAPTER 7THE LADY NELSON IN COMPANY WITH HMS INVESTIGATOR EXAMINES THENORTHEASTERN SHORES OF AUSTRALIACHAPTER 8THE FRENCH SHIPS IN BASS STRAITTHE FOUNDING OF HOBARTCHAPTER 9SYMONS SUCCEEDS CURTOYS AS COMMANDER OF THE LADY NELSONHIS VOYAGES TO PORT PHILLIP TASMANIA AND NEW ZEALANDCHAPTER 10THE LADY NELSON IN TASMANIATHE FOUNDING OF PORT DALRYMPLECHAPTER 11THE ESTRAMINA IS BROUGHT TO SYDNEYTHE LADY NELSON VISITS NORFOLK ISLAND AND PORT DALRYMPLECHAPTER 12TIPPAHEE AND HIS FOUR SONS ARE CONVEYED TO NEW ZEALAND IN THE LADYNELSONCHAPTER 13THE LADY NELSON ACCOMPANIES HMS TAMAR TO MELVILLE ISLANDCHAPTER 14THE LOSS OF THE LADY NELSONAPPENDIXINDEXILLUSTRATIONS1 THE LADY NELSON From a painting in the possession of the VictorianGovernment2 LIEUTENANT JAMES GRANTS CHART OF THE AUSTRALIAN COASTJas Grant autograph facsimile3 EYESKETCH OF THE LADY NELSONS TRACK ON HER FIRST VOYAGE THROUGH BASSSTRAIT Drawn by Governor King Writing of this chart he says that thelongitude in which Lieutenant Grant placed Cape Otway was about a degreeand a half in error He also made the land to trend away on the west sideof Cape Otway to a deep bay which he named Portland Bay An examinationof modern maps will show that the name Portland Bay has been retained fora bay to the westward of Grants Portland Bay which is now calledArmstrong BayChart of the track of His Majestys Armoured Surveying Vessel Lady NelsonLieutenant James Grant Commander From Basss Straits between New Hollandand Van Diemens Land on her passage from England to Port Jackson ByOrder of His Grace The Duke of Portland In December 18004 CHART OF WESTERN PORT SURVEYED BY ENSIGN BARRALLIER IN 18015 CHART OF BASS STRAIT SHOWING THE DISCOVERIES MADE BETWEEN SEPTEMBER1800 AND MARCH 1802 Drawn by Ensign Barrallier New South Wales Corpsunder the direction

Produced by Judith BossJames PethelByMAX BEERBOHMI was shocked this morning when I saw in my newspaper a paragraphannouncing his sudden death I do not say that the shock was verydisagreeable One reads a newspaper for the sake of news Had I nevermet James Pethel belike I should never have heard of him and myknowledge of his death coincident with my knowledge that he hadexisted would have meant nothing at all to me If you learn suddenlythat one of your friends is dead you are wholly distressed If thedeath is that of a mere acquaintance whom you have recently seen youare disconcerted pricked is your sense of mortality but you do findgreat solace in telling other people that you met the poor fellowonly the other day and that he was so full of life and spirits andthat you remember he saidwhatever you may remember of his sayingsIf the death is that of a mere acquaintance whom you have not seen foryears you are touched so lightly as to find solace enough in even suchfaded reminiscence as is yours to offer Seven years have passed sincethe day when last I saw James Pethel and that day was the morrow of myfirst meeting with himI had formed the habit of spending August in Dieppe The place wasthen less overrun by trippers than it is now Some pleasant Englishpeople shared it with some pleasant French people We used rather toresent the raceweekthe third week of the monthas an intrusion onour privacy We sneered as we read in the Paris edition of The NewYork Herald the names of the intruders though by some of these wewere secretly impressed We disliked the nightly crush in thebaccaratroom of the casino and the croupiers obvious excitement atthe high play I made a point of avoiding that room during that weekfor the special reason that the sight of serious habitual gamblers hasalways filled me with a depression bordering on disgust Most of themen by some subtle stress of their ruling passion have grown somonstrously fat and most of the women so harrowingly thin The restof the women seem to be marked out for apoplexy and the rest of themen to be wasting away One feels that anything thrown at them wouldbe either embedded or shattered and looks vainly among them for oneperson furnished with a normal amount of flesh Monsters they are allof them to the eye though I believe that many of them have excellentmoral qualities in private life but just as in an American town onegoes sooner or latergoes against ones finer judgment but somehowgoesinto the dimemuseum so year by year in Dieppes raceweekthere would be always one evening when I drifted into thebaccaratroom It was on such an evening that I first saw the manwhose memory I here celebrate My gaze was held by him for the veryreason that he would have passed unnoticed elsewhere He wasconspicuous not in virtue of the mere fact that he was taking the bankat the principal table but because there was nothing at all odd abouthimHe alone among his fellowplayers looked as if he were not to diebefore the year was out Of him alone I said to myself that he wasdestined to die normally at a ripe old age Next day certainly Iwould not have made this prediction would not have given him theseven years that were still in store for him nor the comparativelynormal death that has been his But now as I stood opposite to himbehind the croupier I was refreshed by my sense of his wholesomedurability Everything about him except the amount of money he hadbeen winning seemed moderate Just as he was neither fat nor thin sohad his face neither that extreme pallor nor that extreme redness whichbelongs to the faces of seasoned gamblers it was just a clear pinkAnd his eyes had neither the unnatural brightness nor the unnaturaldullness of the eyes about him they were ordinarily clear eyes of anordinary gray His very age was moderate a putative thirtysix notmore Not less I would have said in those days He assumed no airof nonchalance He did not deal out the cards as though they boredhim but he had no look of grim concentration I noticed that theremoval of his cigar from his mouth made never the least difference tohis face for he kept his lips pursed out as steadily as ever when hewas not smoking And this constant pursing of his lips seemed todenote just a pensive interestHis bank was nearly done now there were only a few cards leftOpposite to him was a welter of partycolored counters that thecroupier had not yet had time to sort out and add to the rouleauxalready made there were also a fair accumulation of notes and severallittle stacks of goldin all not less than fivehundred poundscertainly Happy banker How easily had he won in a few minutes morethan I with utmost pains could win in many months I wished I werehe His lucre seemed to insult me personally I disliked him and yetI hoped he would not take another bank I hoped he would have the goodsense to pocket his winnings and go home Deliberately to risk theloss of all those riches would intensify the insult to meMessieurs la banque est aux encheres There was some brisk biddingwhile the croupier tore open and shuffled two new packs But it was asI feared the gentleman whom I resented kept his placeMessieurs la banque est faite Quinzemille francs a la banqueMessieurs les cartes passent Messieurs les cartes passentTurning to go I encountered a friend one of the raceweekers but ina sense a friendGoing to play I askedNot while Jimmy Pethels taking the bank he answered with a laughIs that the mans nameYes Dont you know him

Produced by David WidgerTHE PARISIANSBy Edward BulwerLyttonPREFATORY NOTE BY THE AUTHORS SONThe Parisians and Kenelm Chillingly were begun about the same timeand had their common origin in the same central idea That idea firstfound fantastic expression in The Coming Race and the three bookstaken together constitute a special group distinctly apart from allthe other works of their authorThe satire of his earlier novels is a protest against false socialrespectabilities the humour of his later ones is a protest against thedisrespect of social realities By the first he sought to promote socialsincerity and the free play of personal character by the last toencourage mutual charity and sympathy amongst all classes on whoseinterrelation depends the character of society itself But in thesethree books his latest fictions the moral purpose is more definite andexclusive Each of them is an expostulation against what seemed to himthe perilous popularity of certain social and political theories or awarning against the influence of certain intellectual tendencies uponindividual character and national life This purpose however thoughcommon to the three fictions is worked out in each of them by adifferent method The Coming Race is a work of pure fancy and thesatire of it is vague and sportive The outlines of a definite purposeare more distinctly drawn in Chillinglya romance which has thesource of its effect in a highly wrought imagination The humour andpathos of Chillingly are of a kind incompatible with the design ofThe Parisians which is a work of dramatized observation Chillinglyis a romance The Parisians is a novel The subject of Chillingly ispsychological that of The Parisians is social The authors object inChillingly being to illustrate the effects of modern ideas upon anindividual character he has confined his narrative to the biographyof that one character hence the simplicity of plot and small number ofdramatis personae whereby the work gains in height and depth whatit loses in breadth of surface The Parisians on the contraryis designed to illustrate the effect of modern ideas upon a wholecommunity This novel is therefore panoramic in the profusion andvariety of figures presented by it to the readers imagination Noexclusive prominence is vouchsafed to any of these figures All of themare drawn and coloured with an equal care but by means of the boldbroad touches necessary for their effective presentation on a canvasso large and so crowded Such figures are indeed but the componentfeatures of one great form and their actions only so many modes ofone collective impersonal characterthat of the Parisian Society ofImperial and Democratic France a character everywhere present and busythroughout the story of which it is the real hero or heroine Thissociety was doubtless selected for characteristic illustration asbeing the most advanced in the progress of modern ideas Thus for acomplete perception of its writers fundamental purpose The Parisiansshould be read in connection with Chillingly and these two booksin connection with The Coming Race It will then be perceived thatthrough the medium of alternate fancy sentiment and observationassisted by humour and passion these three books in all other respectsso different from each other complete the presentation of the samepurpose under different aspects and thereby constitute a group offictions which claims a separate place of its own in any thoughtfulclassification of their authors worksOne last word to those who will miss from these pages the connectingand completing touches of the masters hand It may be hoped that such adisadvantage though irreparable is somewhat mitigated by the essentialcharacter of the work itself The aesthetic merit of this kind of novelis in the vivacity of a general effect produced by large swift strokesof character and in such strokes if they be by a great artist forceand freedom of style must still be apparent even when they are leftrough and unfinished Nor can any lack of final verbal correctionmuch diminish the intellectual value which many of the more thoughtfulpassages of the present work derive from a long keen and practicalstudy of political phenomena guided by personal experience of publiclife and enlightened by a large instinctive knowledge of the humanheartSuch a belief is at least encouraged by the private communicationsspontaneously made to him who expresses it by persons of politicalexperience and social position in France who have acknowledgedthe general accuracy of the authors descriptions and noticed thesuggestive sagacity and penetration of his occasional comments on thecircumstances and sentiments he describesINTRODUCTORY CHAPTERThey who chance to have read the Coming Race may perhaps remember thatI the adventurous discoverer of the land without a sun concluded thesketch of my adventures by a brief reference to the malady which thoughgiving no perceptible notice of its encroachments might in the opinionof my medical attendant prove suddenly fatalI had brought my little book to this somewhat melancholy close a fewyears before the date of its publication and in the meanwhile I wasinduced to transfer my residence to Paris in order to place myselfunder the care of an English physician renowned for his successfultreatment of complaints analogous to my ownI was the more readily persuaded to undertake this journeypartlybecause I enjoyed a familiar acquaintance with the eminent physicianreferred to who had commenced his career and founded his reputation inthe United States partly because I had become a solitary man the tiesof home broken and dear friends of mine were domiciled in Paris withwhom I should be sure of tender sympathy and cheerful companionship Ihad reason to be thankful for this change of residence the skill ofDr C______ soon restored me to health Brought much into contactwith various circles of Parisian society I became acquainted with thepersons and a witness of the events that form the substance of the taleI am about to submit to the public which has treated my former bookwith so generous an indulgence Sensitively tenacious of that characterfor strict and unalloyed veracity which I flatter myself my accountof the abodes and manners of the Vrilya has established I could havewished to preserve the following narrative no less jealously guardedthan its predecessor from the vagaries of fancy But Truth undisguisednever welcome in any civilized community above ground is exposed

Produced by James RuskA TERRIBLE TEMPTATIONA STORY OF TODAYBy Charles ReadeCHAPTER ITHE morningroom of a large house in Portman Square LondonA gentleman in the prime of life stood with his elbow on the broadmantelpiece and made himself agreeable to a young lady seated alittle way off playing at workTo the ear he was only conversing but his eyes dwelt on her withloving admiration all the time Her posture was favorable to thisfurtive inspection for she leaned her fair head over her work with apretty modest demure air that seemed to say I suspect I am beingadmired I will not look to see I might have to check itThe gentlemans features were ordinary except his browthat had powerin itbut he had the beauty of color his sunburned features glowedwith health and his eye was bright On the whole rather goodlookingwhen he smiled but ugly when he frowned for his frown was a scowland betrayed a remarkable power of hatingMiss Arabella Bruce was a beauty She had glorious masses of dark redhair and a dazzling white neck to set it off large dovelike eyesand a blooming oval face which would have been classical if her lipshad been thin and finely chiseled but here came in her AngloSaxonbreed and spared society a Minerva by giving her two full and rosylips They made a smallish mouth at rest but parted ever so wide whenthey smiled and ravished the beholder with long even rows of dazzlingwhite teethHer figure was tall and rather slim but not at all commanding Thereare people whose very bodies express character and this tall supplegraceful frame of Bella Bruce breathed womanly subservience so did hergestures She would take up or put down her own scissors half timidlyand look around before threading her needle as if to see whether anysoul objected Her favorite word was May I with a stress on theMay and she used it where most girls would say I will or nothingand do itMr Richard Bassett was in love with her and also conscious that herfifteen thousand pounds would be a fine addition to his present incomewhich was small though his distant expectations were great As he hadknown her but one month and she seemed rather amiable thaninflammable he had the prudence to proceed by degrees and that iswhy though his eyes gloated on her he merely regaled her with thegossip of the day not worth recording here But when he had actuallytaken his hat to go Bella Bruce put him a question that had been onher mind the whole time for which reason she had reserved it to thevery last momentIs Sir Charles Bassett in town said she mighty carelessly butbending a little lower over her embroideryDont know said Richard Bassett with such a sudden brevity andasperity that Miss Bruce looked up and opened her lovely eyes MrRichard Bassett replied to this mute inquiry We dont speak Thenafter a pause He has robbed me of my inheritanceOh Mr BassettYes Miss Bruce the Bassett and Huntercombe estates were mine byright of birth My father was the eldest son and they were entailed onhim But Sir Charless father persuaded my old doting grandfather tocut off the entail and settle the estates on him and his heirs and sothey robbed me of every acre they could Luckily my little estate ofHighmore was settled on my mother and her issue too tight for thevillains to undoThese harsh expressions applied to his own kin and the abruptness andheat they were uttered with surprised and repelled his gentlelistener She shrank a little away from him He observed it Shereplied not to his words but to her own thoughtBut after all it does seem hard She added with a little fervorBut it wasnt poor Sir Charless doing after allHe is content to reap the benefit said Richard Bassett sternlyThen finding he was making a sorry impression he tried to get awayfrom the subject I say tried for till a man can double like a hare hewill never get away from his hobby Excuse me said he I oughtnever to speak about it Let us talk of something else You cannotenter into my feelings it makes my blood boil Oh Miss Bruce youcant conceive what a disinherited man feelsand I live at the verydoor his old trees that ought to be mine fling their shadows over mylittle flower beds the sixty chimneys of Huntercombe Hall look down onmy cottage his acres of lawn run up to my little garden and nothingbut a haha between usIt _is_ hard said Miss Bruce composedly not that she entered intoa hardship of this vulgar sort but it was her nature to soothe andplease peopleHard cried Richard Bassett encouraged by even this faint sympathyit would be unendurable but for one thingI shall have my own somedayI am glad of that said the lady but howBy outliving the wrongful heirMiss Bruce turned pale She had little experience of mens passionsOh Mr Bassett said sheand there was something pure and holy inthe look of sorrow and alarm she cast on the presumptuousspeakerpray do not cherish such thoughts They will do you harm Andremember life and death are not in our hands BesidesWellSir Charles mightWellMight he notmarryand have children This with more hesitation anda deeper blush than appeared absolutely necessaryOh theres no fear of that Property illgotten never descendsCharles is a wornout rake He was fast at Etonfast at Oxfordfastin London Why he looks ten years older than I and he is three yearsyounger He had a fit two years ago Besides he is not a marrying manBassett and Huntercombe will be mine And oh Miss Bruce if ever theyare mineSir Charles Bassett trumpeted a servant at the door and thenwaited prudently to know whether his young lady whom he had caughtblushing so red with one gentleman would be at home to anotherWait a moment said Miss Bruce to him Then discreetly ignoring whatBassett had said last and lowering her voice almost to a whisper shesaid hurriedly You should not blame him for the

Produced by John Bickers and Dagny THE CELIBATES BY HONORE DE BALZAC INTRODUCTION_Les Celibataires_ the longest number of the original _ComedieHumaine_ under a single title next to _Illusions perdues_ is notlike that book connected by any unity of story Indeed the generalbond of union is pretty weak and though it is quite true thatbachelors and old maids are the heroes and heroines of all three itwould be rather hard to establish any other bond of connection and itis rather unlikely that any one unprompted would fix on this as asufficient ground of partnershipTwo at least of the component parts however are of very highexcellence I do not myself think that _Pierrette_ which opens theseries is quite the equal of its companions Written as it was forCountess Anna de Hanska Balzacs stepdaughter of the future whileshe was still very young it partakes necessarily of the ratherelaborate artificiality of all attempts to suit the young person ofFrench attempts in particular and it may perhaps be said of Balzacsattempts most of all It belongs in a way to the Arcis seriestheseries which also includes the fine _Tenebreuse Affaire_ and theunfinished _Depute dArcis_but is not very closely connectedtherewith The picture of the actual _Celibataires_ the brother andsister Rogron with which it opens is one of Balzacs best stylesand is executed with all his usual mastery both of the minute and ofthe at least partially repulsive showing also that strange knowledgeof the _bourgeois de Paris_ which somehow or other he seems to haveattained by dint of unknown foregatherings in his ten years ofapprenticeship But when we come to _Pierrette_ herself the story isI think rather less satisfying Her persecutions and her end and thedevotion of the faithful Brigaut and the rest are pathetic no doubtbut tend I hope it is not heartless to say it just a very littletowards _sensiblerie_ The fact is that the thing is not quite inBalzacs line_Le Cure de Tours_ is certainly on a higher level and has attractedthe most magnificent eulogies from some of the novelists admirers Ithink both Mr Henry James and Mr Wedmore have singled out thislittle piece for detailed and elaborate praise and there is no doubtthat it is a happy example of a kind in which the author excelled Theopening with its evident but not obtruded remembrance of the old andwellfounded superstitionderived from the universal belief in someform of Nemesisthat an extraordinary sense of happiness good luckor anything of the kind is a precursor of misfortune and calls forsome instant act of sacrifice or humiliation is very striking andthe working out of the vengeance of the goddess by the veryungoddesslike though feminine hand of Mademoiselle Gamard has muchthat is commendable Nothing in its well exampled kind is bettertouched off than the Listomere coterie from the shrewdness of Monsieurde Bourbonne to the selfishness of Madame de Listomere I do not knowthat the old maid herselfcat and far worst than cat as she isis atall exaggerated and the sketch of the coveted _appartement_ and itsillfated _mobilier_ is about as good as it can be And the battlebetween Madame de Listomere and the Abbe Troubert which has served asa model for many similar things has if it has often been equalednot often been surpassedI cannot however help thinking that there is more than a littleexaggeration in more than one point of the story The Abbe Birotteauis surely a little too much of a fool the Abbe Troubert an Iago alittle too much wanting in verisimilitude and the central incident ofthe clause about the furniture too manifestly improbable Taking thefirst and the last points together is it likely that any one notquite an idiot should in the first place remain so entirely ignorantof the value of his property should in the second though ignorantor not he attached the greatest possible _pretium affectionis_ to itcontract to resign it for such a ridiculous consideration and shouldin the third take the fatal step without so much as remembering thecondition attached thereto If it be answered that Birotteau _was_idiot enough to do such a thing then it must be observed further thatones sympathy is frozen by the fact Such a man deserved suchtreatment And again even if French justice was and perhaps is asmuch influenced by secret considerations as Balzac loves to representit we must agree with that member of the Listomere society whopointed out that no tribunal could possibly uphold such an obviouslyiniquitous bargain As for Troubert the idea of the Jesuiticalecclesiastic though Balzac was not personally hostile to the Jesuitswas a common one at the time and no doubt popular but the actualpersonage seems to me nearer to Eugene Sues Rodin in some ways than Icould have desiredThese things however are very much a case of As You Like It or AsIt Strikes You and I have said that _Le Cure de Tours_ strikes somegood judges as of exceptional merit while no one can refuse it meritin a high degree I should not except for the opening place it inthe very highest class of the _Comedie_ but it is high beyond alldoubt in the secondThe third part The Two BrothersA Bachelors Establishment of _LesCelibataires_ takes very high rank among its companions As in most ofhis best books Balzac has set at work divers favorite springs ofaction and has introduced personages of whom he has elsewhere givennot exactly replicashe

Produced by John Bickers and DagnyPARISIANS IN THE COUNTRYTHE ILLUSTRIOUS GAUDISSARTAND THE MUSE OF THE DEPARTMENTBy Honore De BalzacINTRODUCTIONI have sometimes wondered whether it was accident or intention whichmade Balzac so frequently combine early and late work in the samevolume The question is certainly insoluble and perhaps not worthsolving but it presents itself once more in the present instance_LIllustre Gaudissart_ is a story of 1832 the very heyday of Balzacscreative period when even his pen could hardly keep up withthe abundance of his fancy and the gathered stores of his minuteobservation _La Muse du Departement_ dates ten years and more laterwhen though there was plenty of both left both sacks had been deeplydipped into_LIllustre Gaudissart_ is of course slight not merely in bulk butin conception Balzacs Tourangeau patriotism may have amused itself bythe idea of the villagers rolling the great Gaudissart but the endingof the tale can hardly be thought to be quite so good as the beginningStill that beginning is altogether excellent The sketch of the_commisvoyageur_ generally smacks of that _physiologie_ style of whichBalzac was so fond but it is good and Gaudissart himself as well asthe whole scene with his _epouse libre_ is delightful The IllustriousOne was evidently a favorite character with his creator He nowhereplays a very great part but it is everywhere a rather favorableand except in this little mishap with Margaritis which it mustbe observed does not turn entirely to his discomfiture a rathersuccessful part We have him in _Cesar Birotteau_ superintending theearly efforts of Popinot to launch the Huile Cephalique He was presentat the great ball He served as intermediary to M de Bauvan in themerciful scheme of buying at fancy prices the handiwork of the Countsfaithful spouse and so providing her with a livelihood and later asa theatrical manager a little spoilt by his profession we find himin _Le Cousin Pons_ But he is always what the French called a gooddevil and here he is a very good devil indeedAlthough _La Muse du Departement_ is an important work it cannot bespoken of in quite unhesitating terms It contains indeed in thepersonage of Lousteau one of the very most elaborate of Balzacsportraits of a particular type of men of letters The original is saidto have been Jules Janin who is somewhat disadvantageously contrastedhere and elsewhere with Claude Vignon said on the same rather vagueauthority to be Gustave Planche Both Janin and Planche are now too muchforgotten but in both more or less and in Lousteau very much moreBalzac cannot be said to have dealt mildly with his _bete noire_the critical temperament Lousteau indeed though not precisely ascoundrel is both a rascal and a cad Even Balzac seems a littleshocked at his _lettre de faire part_ in reference to his mistresschild and it is seldom possible to discern in any of his proceedingsthe most remote approximation to the conduct of a gentleman But thenas we have seen and shall see Balzacs standard for the conduct ofhis actual gentlemen was by no means fantastically exquisiteor discouragingly high and in the case of his Bohemians it wasaccommodating to the utmost degree He seems to despise Lousteau butrather for his insouciance and neglect of his opportunities of makinghimself a position than for anything elseI have often felt disposed to ask those who would assert Balzacsabsolute infallibility as a gynaecologist to give me a reasonedcriticism of the heroine of this novel I do not entirely figure tomyself Dinah de la Baudraye It is perfectly possible that she shouldhave loved a sweep like Lousteau there is certainly nothing extremelyunusual in a woman loving worse sweeps even than he But would she havedone it and having done it have also done what she did afterwardsThese questions may be answered differently I do not answer them in thenegative myself but I cannot give them an affirmative answer with theconviction which I should like to showAmong the minor characters the _substitut_ de Clagny has a touch ofnobility which contrasts happily enough with Lousteaus unworthinessBianchon is as good as usual Balzac always gives Bianchon a favorablepart Madame Piedefer is one of the numerous instances in which theunfortunate class of mothersinlaw atones for what are supposed tobe its crimes against the human race and old La Baudraye not sohopelessly repulsive in a French as he would be in an English novel isa shrewd old rascal enoughBut I cannot think the scene of the Parisians _blaguing_ the Sancerroisis a very happy one That it is in exceedingly bad taste might notmatter so very much Balzac would reply and justly that he had notintended to represent it as anything else That the fun is not veryfunny may be a matter of definition and appreciation But what scarcelyadmits of denial or discussion is that it is tyrannously too long Thecitations of _Olympia_ are pushed beyond measure beyond what is comicalmost beyond the license of farce and the comments which remind onerather of the heavy jesting on critics in _Un Prince de la Boheme_ andthe shortlived _Revue Parisienne_ are labored to the last degree Thepart of Nathan too is difficult to appreciate exactly and altogetherthe book does not seem to me a _reussite_The history of _LIllustre Gaudissart_ is for a story of Balzacsalmost null It was inserted without any previous newspaper appearancein the first edition of _Scenes de la Vie de Province_ in 1833 andentered with the rest of them into the first edition also of the_Comedie_ when the joint title which it has kept since and shared with_La Muse du Departement_ of _Les Parisiens en Province_ was given toit_La Muse du Departement_ has a rather more complicated record than itscompanion piece in _Les Parisiens en Province_ _LIllustre Gaudissart_It appeared at first not quite complete and under the title of _DinahPiedefer_ in _Le Messager_ during March and April 1843 and was almostimmediately published as a book with works of other writers under thegeneral title of _Les Mysteres de Province_ and accompanied by someother work of its own authors It had four parts and fiftytwo chaptersin _Le Messager_ an arrangement

Produced by William Thierenspiii TRAVELS IN ARABIACOMPREHENDINGAN ACCOUNT OF THOSE TERRITORIES IN HEDJAZ WHICH THE MOHAMMEDANSREGARDAS SACREDBY THE LATEJOHN LEWIS BURCKHARDTPUBLISHED BY AUTHORITY OF THE ASSOCIATION FOR PROMOTINGTHE DISCOVERY OF THE INTERIOR OF AFRICALONDON HENRY COLBURN NEW BURLINGTON STREET 1829pv PREFACE OF THE EDITORSOME years have now elapsed since two distinct portions of Burckhardtsworks his Travels in Nubia and Syria were offered to the public andmost favourably received their success being insured not only byinstrinsic merit but by the celebrity of their editor as a scholar andantiquary a traveller and a geographer It must not however beinferred from any delay in publishing the present volume that itscontents are less worthy of notice than those parts which have alreadyproved so interesting and instructive to a multitude of readers It wasalways intended that this Journal and other writings of the samelamented author should issue successively from the press There stillremain says Colonel Leake in his Preface to the Syrian Journal pii manuscripts sufficient to fill two volumes one of these willconsist of his Travels in Arabia which were confined to the Hedjaz orHoly Land of the Muselmans the part least accessible to Christians thefourth volume will contain very copious remarks on the Arabs of theDesert and particularly the Wahabyspvi Respecting the portion now before the reader Colonel Leake inanother place expresses a highly flattering opinion Burckhardt sayshe transmitted to the Association the most accurate and completeaccount of the Hedjaz including the cities of Mekka and Medina whichhas ever been received in Europe His knowledge of the Arabic languageand of Mohammedan manners had enabled him to assume the Muselmancharacter with such success that he resided at Mekka during the wholetime of the pilgrimage and passed through the various ceremonies of theoccasion without the smallest suspicion having arisen as to his realcharacter See the Life of Burckhardt prefixed to his Travels inNubia p lvii 4to edition 1819Recommended so strongly the work of a less eminent traveller would beentitled to our notice this presents itself with another claim for themanuscript Journal was partly corrected and prepared for publication bythe learned editor of Burckhardts former writings But some importantliterary occupations prevented Colonel Leake from superintending theprogress of this volume through the press His plan however has beenalmost invariably adopted by the actual editor particularly inexpressing with scrupulous fidelity the authors sentiments on alloccasions and in retaining without any regard to mere elegance ofstyle or selection of terms his original language wherever analteration was not absolutely necessary to reconcile with our system ofphraseology and grammatical construction certain foreign idioms whichhad crept into his English writings It was thought expedient fromcircumstances of typographical convenience tending to facilitate andexpedite the publication of this volume that the Arabic characterswhich in the original manuscript follow immediately certain words orappear between the lines or in the margin should here be placedtogether at the end as an Index with references to the pages whereinthey occurpvii The map prefixed to this volume might almost appear superfluoussince the positions of Djidda Mekka Medina Tayf and Yembo the chiefplaces of Hedjaz visited by Burckhardt are indicated with accuracy inthe excellent maps that illustrate his Nubian and Syrian Travels But asthe reader of this volume cannot reasonably be supposed to haveconstantly at hand for immediate reference the two former portions ofour authors works a map is here given in the construction anddelineation of which Mr Sydney Hall has attended to every suggestionoffered by the editor at whose recommendation the names of places arespelt after Burckhardts manner however different from that more usualamong us Thus in the map as in the letterpress of this volume Mekkamight have been spelt Mecca and Hejaz Jidda Nejed would as wellexpress the proper sounds of those words as Hedjaz Djidda Nedjed andat the same time approximate more closely to the original Arabicorthography by which our English j as in Jar James c isrepresented without the assistance of a d although the prefixing ofthis letter to the j might prevent a Frenchman from pronouncing it as injour jamais cBy the editors advice also several places situate beyond the Easternlimits of Hedjaz are included in this map since Burckhardt although hedid not visit them himself has given some original itineraries inwhich they are mentionedThat those places do not belong to the region properly denominatedHedjaz is evident but how far this region extends eastward cannoteasily be determined and the same difficulty respecting it occurs invarious directions The editor that he might ascertain by whatboundaries we are justified in supposing Hedjaz to be separated fromother provinces of Arabia consulted a multiplicity of authors bothEuropean and Oriental The result however of his inquiry has notproved satisfactory for to each of the neighbouring countriespviii certain writers have assigned towns stations and districtswhich by others of equal authority are placed in HedjazSuch confusion may partly have arisen from the different statements ofthe number extent and names of divisions comprised within the samespace this being occupied according to European writers by threegreat regions the Stony the Desert and the Happy Arabia whileOriental geographers partition it into two five six seven or moreprovinces under denominations by no means corresponding insignification to the epithets above mentioned which we have borrowedfrom the Greeks and RomansThat it would be a most difficult or scarcely possible task to fixprecisely the limits of each Arabian province is acknowledged by thatexcellent geographer DAnville but he seems disposed to confound theregion comprising Mekka Djidda and Yembo places which as we knoware unequivocally in Hedjaz with Arabia Felix DAnville GéographieAncienne DHerbelôt in one place declares Hedjaz to be ArabiaPetraea See the Bibliothèque Orientale in Hegiaz ou HigiazNomdune province de lArabie que nous appelons Pierreuse cRichardson also in his Arabic and Persian Dictionary explains Hijaz byMecca and the adjacent country Arabia Petraea and DemetriasAlexandrides who translated some portions of Abulfedas Geography intoGreek printed at Vienna 1807 8vo always renders Hedjaz by Greektext and in another he identifies it with Arabia Deserta LesProvinces de Tahama et dIemamah sont comme au coeur du pays celle deHegiaz est devenue la plus célebre

Produced by Robert Fite Tom Allen David Moynihan Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTranscribers Note Lengthy footnotes or those consisting of morethan one paragraph have been numbered and relocated to the end of thechapter in which they occur They are marked by 1 2 etcCOUNT FRONTENACANDNEW FRANCEUNDER LOUIS XIVBYFRANCIS PARKMANAUTHOR OF PIONEERS OF FRANCE IN THE NEW WORLD THE JESUITS IN NORTHAMERICA THE DISCOVERY OF THE GREAT WEST AND THE OLD REGIME INCANADAPREFACEThe events recounted in this book group themselves in the main about asingle figure that of Count Frontenac the most remarkable man whoever represented the crown of France in the New World From strangelyunpromising beginnings he grew with every emergency and rose equalto every crisis His whole career was one of conflict sometimes pettyand personal sometimes of momentous consequence involving thequestion of national ascendancy on this continent Now that thisquestion is put at rest for ever it is hard to conceive the anxietywhich it wakened in our forefathers But for one rooted error ofFrench policy the future of the Englishspeaking races in Americawould have been more than endangeredUnder the rule of Frontenac occurred the first serious collision ofthe rival powers and the opening of the grand scheme of militaryoccupation by which France strove to envelop and hold in check theindustrial populations of the English colonies It was he who madethat scheme possibleIn The Old Regime in Canada I tried to show from what inherentcauses this wilderness empire of the Great Monarch fell at last beforea foe superior indeed in numbers but lacking all the forces thatbelong to a system of civil and military centralization The presentvolume will show how valiantly and for a time how successfully NewFrance battled against a fate which her own organic fault madeinevitable Her history is a great and significant drama enactedamong untamed forests with a distant gleam of courtly splendors andthe regal pomp of VersaillesThe authorities on which the book rests are drawn chiefly from themanuscript collections of the French government in the ArchivesNationales the Bibliotheque Nationale and above all the vastrepositories of the Archives of the Marine and Colonies Others arefrom Canadian and American sources I have besides availed myself ofthe collection of French English and Dutch documents published bythe State of New York under the excellent editorship of DrOCallaghan and of the manuscript collections made in France by thegovernments of Canada and of Massachusetts A considerable number ofbooks contemporary or nearly so with the events described also helpto throw light upon them and these have all been examined Thecitations in the margins represent but a small part of the authoritiesconsultedThis mass of material has been studied with extreme care and peculiarpains have been taken to secure accuracy of statement In the prefaceof The Old Regime I wrote Some of the results here reached are ofa character which I regret since they cannot be agreeable to personsfor whom I have a very cordial regard The conclusions drawn from thefacts may be matter of opinion but it will be remembered that thefacts themselves can be overthrown only by overthrowing the evidenceon which they rest or bringing forward counterevidence of equal orgreater strength and neither task will be found an easy oneThe invitation implied in these words has not been accepted The OldRegime was met by vehement protest in some quarters but so far as Iknow none of the statements of fact contained in it have beenattacked by evidence or even challenged The lines just quoted areequally applicable to this volume Should there be occasion acollection of documentary proofs will be published more thansufficient to make good the positions taken Meanwhile it will Ithink be clear to an impartial reader that the story is told not inthe interest of any race or nationality but simply in that ofhistorical truthWhen at the age of eighteen I formed the purpose of writing onFrenchAmerican history I meant at first to limit myself to the greatcontest which brought that history to a close It was by anafterthought that the plan was extended to cover the whole field sothat the part of the work or series of works first conceived wouldfollowing the sequence of events be the last executed As soon as theoriginal scheme was formed I began to prepare for executing it byexamining localities journeying in forests visiting Indian tribesand collecting materials I have continued to collect them ever sinceso that the accumulation is now rather formidable and if it is to beused at all it had better be used at once Therefore passing overfor the present an intervening period of less decisive importance Ipropose to take as the next subject of this series Montcalm and theFall of New France BOSTON 1 Jan 1877CONTENTSCHAPTER I16201672COUNT AND COUNTESS FRONTENACMademoiselle de Montpensier and Madame de FrontenacOrleansTheMaréchale de CampCount FrontenacConjugal DisputesEarly Lifeof FrontenacHis Courtship and MarriageEstrangementScenes atSt FargeauThe Lady of Honor dismissedFrontenac as a SoldierHe is made Governor of New FranceLes DivinesCHAPTER II16721675FRONTENAC AT QUEBECArrivalBright ProspectsThe Three Estates of New FranceSpeechof the GovernorHis InnovationsRoyal DispleasureSigns ofStormFrontenac and the PriestsHis Attempts to civilize theIndiansOppositionComplaints and HeartburningsCHAPTER III16731675FRONTENAC AND PERROTLa SalleFort FrontenacPerrotHis SpeculationsHisTyrannyThe BushrangersPerrot revoltsBecomes alarmedDilemma of FrontenacMediation of FénelonPerrot inPrisonExcitement of the SulpitiansIndignation of FénelonPassion of FrontenacPerrot on TrialStrange ScenesAppeal tothe KingAnswers of Louis XIV And ColbertFénelon rebukedCHAPTER IV16751682FRONTENAC AND DUCHESNEAUFrontenac receives a ColleagueHe opposes the ClergyDisputes inthe CouncilRoyal InterventionFrontenac rebukedFreshOutbreaksCharges and CounterchargesThe Dispute grows hotDuchesneau condemned and Frontenac warnedThe QuarrelcontinuesThe King loses Patience More AccusationsFactions andFeudsA Side QuarrelThe King threatensFrontenac denounces thePriestsThe Governor and the Intendant recalledQualities ofFrontenacCHAPTER V16821684LE FEBVRE DE LA BARREHis Arrival at QuebecThe Great FireA Coming StormIroquoisPolicyThe Danger imminentIndian Allies of FranceFrontenac andthe IroquoisBoasts of La BarreHis Past LifeHisSpeculationsHe takes AlarmHis Dealings with the IroquoisHisIllegal TradeHis Colleague denounces himFruits of hisSchemesHis Anger and his FearsCHAPTER VI1684LA BARRE AND THE IROQUOISDonganNew York and its Indian NeighborsThe Rival GovernorsDongan and the IroquoisMission to OnondagaAn IroquoisPoliticianWarnings of LambervilleIroquois BoldnessLa Barretakes the FieldHis MotivesThe MarchPestilenceCouncil at LaFamineThe Iroquois defiantHumiliation of La BarreThe IndianAlliesTheir Rage and DisappointmentRecall of La BarreCHAPTER VII16851687DENONVILLE AND DONGANTroubles of the New GovernorHis CharacterEnglish RivalryIntrigues of

Produced by Charles Aldarondo Keren Vergon Thomas Berger and theOnline Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE DRAMATIC WORKSOFGERHART HAUPTMANNAuthorized EditionEdited By LUDWIG LEWISOHNAssistant Professor in The Ohio State UniversityVOLUME TWO SOCIAL DRAMAS1913CONTENTSINTRODUCTION_By the Editor_DRAYMAN HENSCHEL Fuhrmann Henschel_Translated by the Editor_ROSE BERND Rose Bernd_Translated by the Editor_THE RATS Die Ratten_Translated by the Editor_INTRODUCTIONThe first volume of the present edition of Hauptmanns Dramatic Works isidentical in content with the corresponding volume of the German editionIn the second volume _The Rats_ has been substituted for two early prosetales which lie outside of the scope of our undertaking Hence these twovolumes include that entire group of dramas which Hauptmann himselfspecifically calls social This term must not of course be pressed toorigidly Only in _Before Dawn_ and in _The Weavers_ can the dramaticsituation be said to arise wholly from social conditions rather than fromthe fate of the individual It is true however that in the seven playsthus far presented all characters are viewed primarily as in a largemeasure the results of their social environment This environment is inall cases proportionately stressed To exhibit it fully Hauptmann usesbeyond any other dramatist passages which though always dramatic inform are narrative and above all descriptive in intention The silentburden of these plays the ceaseless implication of their fables is theinjustice and inhumanity of the social orderHauptmann however has very little of the narrow and acrid temper of thespecial pleader He is content to show humanity It is quite conceivablethat the future forgetful of the special social problems and thehumanitarian cult of today may view these plays as simply bodying forththe passions and events that are timeless and constant in the inevitablemarch of human life The tragedies of _Drayman Henschel_ and of _RoseBernd_ at all events stand in no need of the label of any decade Theymove us by their breadth and energy and fundamental tendernessNo plays of Hauptmann produce more surely the impression of having beendipped from the fullness of life One does not feel that these men andwomenHanne Schäl and Siebenhaar old Bernd and the Flammsare calledinto a brief existence as foils or props of the protagonists They ledtheir lives before the plays began they continue to live in theimagination long after Henschel and Rose have succumbed How doesChristopher Flamm that excellent fellow and most breathing picture ofthe average man adjust his affairs He is fine enough to be permanentlystirred by the tragedy he has earned yet coarse enough to fall back intoa merely sensuous life of meaningless pleasures But at his side sitsthat exquisite monitorhis wife The stream of their lives must flow onAnd one asks how and whither To apply such almost inevitable questionsto Hauptmanns characters is to be struck at once by the exactness andlargeness of his vision of men Few other dramatists impress one with anequal sense of lifes fullness and continuityThe flowing flowing flowing of the worldThe last play in this volume _The Rats_ appeared in 1911 thirteenyears after _Drayman Henschel_ nine years after _Rose Bernd_ A firstreading of the book is apt to provoke disappointment and confusion Upona closer view however the play is seen to be both powerful in itselfand important as a document in criticism and _Kulturgeschichte_ Itstands alone among Hauptmanns works in its inclusion of two separateactions or plotsthe tragedy of Mrs John and the comedy of theHassenreuter group Nor can the actions be said to be firmly interwoventhey appear at first sight merely juxtaposed Hauptmann wouldundoubtedly assert that in modern society the various social classeslive in just such juxtaposition and have contacts of just the kind herechronicled His real purpose in combining the two fables is moresignificant Following the great example though not the precise methodof Molière who produced _La Critique de lÉcole des Femmes_ on theboards of his theater five months after the hostile reception of _LÉcoledes Femmes_ Hauptmann gives us a naturalistic tragedy and at the sametime its criticism and defense His tenacity to the ideals of his youthis impressively illustrated here In his own work he has created a newidealism But let it not be thought that his understanding of tragedy andhis sense of human values have changed The charwoman may in very truthbe a Muse of tragedy all grief is of an equal sacredness and even theincomparable Hassenreuterwindbag chauvinist and consistent_Goetheaner_is forced by the essential soundness of his heart to blurtout an admission of the basic principle of naturalistic dramaturgyThe group of characters in _The Rats_ is unusually large and varied Thephantastic note is somewhat strained perhaps in Quaquaro and Mrs KnobbeBut the convincingness and earthrooted humanity of the others is oncemore beyond cavil or dispute The Hassenreuter family Alice Rütterbuschthe Spittas Paul John and Bruno Mechelke Mrs Kielbacke and even thepoliceman Schierkeall are superbly alive vigorous and racy in speechand actionThe language of the plays in this volume is again almost whollydialectic The linguistic difficulties are especially great in _The Rats_where the members of the Berlin populace speak an extraordinarilydegraded jargon In the translation I have sought so far as possible todifferentiate the savour and quaintness of the Silesian dialect from thecoarseness of that of Berlin But all such attempts must from their verynature achieve only a partial success The succeeding volumes of thisedition presenting the plays written in normal literary German willoffer a fairer if not more fascinating field of interpretationLUDWIG LEWISOHNDRAYMAN HENSCHEL_LIST OF PERSONS_DRAYMAN HENSCHELMRS HENSCHELHANNE SCHÄL _later MRS HENSCHEL_BERTHAHORSE DEALER WALTHERSIEBENHAARKARLCHENWERMELSKIRCHMRS WERMELSKIRCHFRANZISKA WERMELSKIRCHHAUFFEFRANZGEORGEFABIGHILDEBRANTVETERINARIAN GRUNERTFIREMANTime Toward the end of the eighteen sixtiesScene The Gray Swan hotel in a Silesian watering placeTHE FIRST ACT _A room furnished peasant fashion in the basement of the Grey Swan hotel Through two windows set high in the left wall the gloomy light of a late winter afternoon sickers in Under the windows there stands a bed of soft wood varnished yellow in which MRS HENSCHEL is lying ill She is about thirtysix years of age Near the bed her little sixmonthsold daughter lies in her cradle A second