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TTfiir-Siiimmer Before1 V V V v V y V V V4 V V V V 4 fie T r ami -.ra iuie 3W A TALE of the NORTH COUNTRY ' la the TIME of SIL1AS WRIGHT T'. Trt-Wxtl H A YXJ1?T T 1?T Author of EbenHolden, DVlinda ISy JLJtvV 1 Keeping Up With lS t "irrel of the Etc. Etc " ' - - i , l I - ' ! -, - PREFACE light In the Clearing shone upon things and mostly upon ; those iirf above all others, have Impassioned ai perpetuated the Spirit of America m4 which, just now, seem to me to be worthy of attention. I believe. that spirit to be ta rery . candle of the Lord which, ta tki dark and windy night of time, has Clckered so that the souls of the faithful lwcr been afraid. But let us be of good c&eer. -It is shining brighter as I write vad, sader Qod. I believe it shall, by and fry, be seen and loved of all men. self-contained, Homeric flgure, oi remote country-aide In which I was bad the true Spirit of Democracy abed Its light abroad in the senate of United States and the capltol at Al- H carried the Candle of the Lord. MX bin to a height of self-forgetlul- achieved by only two others-Wash- iBglosi and Lincoln. Yet I have been sur by the profound and general lg- af this genecation regarding tne of Sttas Wright. dfsttnculshed senator who served bSs aid for many years, Thomas H. of Missouri, has this to say of -Wright. In his. Thirty Years View: "Be refused cabinet , appointments un let bta fast friend Van Buren and 'under Fo&k. whom he may be said - to have i He refused a seat on tne Dencn tb Supreme court . of , the United i: he rejected Instantly the nomina te 1844' for vice president; he refused put in -nomination for the presl He spent that time In declining rtcerhlch others did In winning It. The ! did accept. It mlgbt well oe -were thrust upon him. He was born and above office and unwillingly de scended to it." , Sa much by way of preparing the reader tm meet the v great ' commoner in these There were those who accused Mr. tTrlgfct of being a apoilsman, the only warrant for which claim would seem to ft bis remark In a letter : "When our accuse us of feeding our. friends of them never let them lie in tell- Ttec tne story." Jim was. in fact, a human being, through through, but so upright that they to say of him that he was "as hon- is any man under heaven or In lu my knowledge of the color and spirit of the time I am indebted to a long of reading In lta books, newspa- and periodicals, notably the North Review, the United States Mag- and Democratic -Review, the New Tor Mirror; the-Knickerbocker, the St. lAwreaca Republican. Benton's Thirty TeaxST View, Bancroft's Life of Martin Vas Boron, histories of Wright and his ttraa by Hammond and Jenkins, and to - aaasty manuscript - letters of the distin ireSaaed commoner in the New York pub lic Bbrary' and In -the possession of Mr. Sanael .Wright of Weybridge, Vermont, TPm anywho may think that they dis- rer portraits In these pages I desire to that all the characters save only .Wright and President Van Buren aad Barton Baynes are purely imagin ary. However, there were Grimshaws xd Purvises and Binksea and Aunt Deels ad Uncle Peabodys in almost every rus tic neighborhood those days, and I regret to add that Roving Kate was on many oadx The case of Amos Grimshaw bears at atrOctng resemblance to that of young Ska-ford,, executed long ago in Malone, for the particulars of which case I am 'tadefeted to my friend, Mr. H. Li Ives of THE AUTHOR. BOOK ONE rhich Is the Story of the Candle ' and the Compass. CHAPTER I. The Melon Harvest Once upon a time I owned a water aoelon. I say once because I never did ft again. ; VThen I got through owning that melon I never wanted another. Tha time, was 1831; I was a boy of seres and the melon was the first of n my harvests. I ldnt know much about myself Gttsse days except the fact that my same was Bart Baynes and, further, that 1 was an orphan who owned a watenuUon and a little . spotted , hen C&d livetl en Rattleroad ai a neighbor Taood called Lickltysplit I lived with wsj Aunt Deel and my Uncle Peabody Baynes on a farm. They were brother aad sister he, about thirty-eight and aha a little beyond the far-distant goal cf forty. r My father and mother died in a actmrge of diphtheria that swept the neighborhood . when I was a boy of rfiva,.. . . A few days after 1 "arrived in the I bcxoe of my aunt and uncle I slyly en tered the parlor and climbed the what Bot to examine some white flowers on Its top shelf and tipped the whole thing over, scattering its burden of alhurns, wax flowers and seashells the, floor. My aunt came running n her tiptoes and exclaimed: "Mercy I Come right out o here this minute sub pestf - ; , I took some rather long steps going w. wun-u wereaue to tne tact tnat Aimt Deel had hold of my hand. While ""v'ufi e. weut uuck into tne 'yarior.and began to pick up thlnes, Iy' wreath 1 my wreath l" I heard teiaoanlng. . : ":;t:'-!-, ;u- ; ' ; How well I remember that little as Bcsshlage of flower ghosts . in wax 1 JChey had, no. more right to associate v w5?A human beings than the ghosts of tx&tZ Uncle Peabody used to call . Ata the "Minervy . flowers' because ey were a present from5: his Aunt ISaerva. When Aunt Deel rethrned - ft tae ' kitchen where I sat a sorrow- . a Bttle refugee hunched Up in a cor--she said : 'Tll have to tell your Cacie PeabOdy ayes!" ' '.fOh please don't tell iny Uncle Pe fcsyTwaUed. ' -Ayes i Til have to teir him.- she rt red trxoly. For the first time I looked for him with i dread at the "window vand . when he came, I hid Jn a closet and heard that solemn and penetrating note, in her voice as she said : UI guess you'll have to take that boy away ayes!" "What now?" he asked. , 'My stars ! he sneaked into the par lor and tipped over the what-not and smashed that beautiful wax wreath !" "Jerusalem four-corners V he ' ex claimed. Tll have to " He stopped as he was wont to do on the threshold of strong opinions and momentous resolutions. , - J The rest of the conversation was drowned in my own cries and Uncle peahody came and lifted me tenderly and carried me upstairs. He sal down with me on his lap and hushed my cries. Then he said very gently; 'Now, Bub, you and me have got to be careful. , What-nots and albums and wax flowers and haircloth sofys are the most dang'rous critters in St Lawrence county. They're purty sav age. Keep your eye peeled. You can't tell what minute theyHl jump on ye. More boys have been dragged away and tore to pieces by 'em than by t all the bears and panthers in the woods. Keep out o that old parlor. Ye might as well eo into a cage o' wolves. How be I goin' to make ye remember it?" "I don't know' I whimpered and be gan to cry out in fearful anticipation. . He, set me in a chair, picked up one of his old carpet-slippers and began to thump the bed with it He belabored the bed with tremendous vigor. Mean while he looked at me and exclaimed: "You dreadful child !" I knew that my sins were responsi ble for this violence. It frightened me and my cries Increased. The door at the bottom of the stairs opened suddenly. ' ' Aunt Deel called : "Don't lose your temper, Peabody. I think you've gone fur 'nough ayes! Uncle Peabody stopped and blew as if he. were very tired and then I caught a look in his face that reassured me. He called back to her : "I wouldn't a cared so much if it hadn't 'a' been He Belabored the Bed With Tremen dous Vigor, Exclaiming "You Dread ful Child!" the what-not and them Minervy flow ers. When a boy tips over a what-not he's goin' it purty strong. ""Well, don't be too severe. You'd better come now and git me a pail o water ayes, I think ye had. y Uncle Peabody did a lot of sneezing and coughing with his big, red hand kerchief over his face and I was not old enough then to understand it He kissed me and took my little hand in his big hard one and led me down the stairs. I dreamed that night that a long-leg ged what-not with a wax wreath in its hands, chased me around the house and caught and bit me on the neck. I called for help and uncle came and found me on the floor and put me back in bed again. For a long time I thought that the J way a .man punished a boy was by thumping his bed. I knew that women had a different and less satisfactory metnoa, ior l rememDered tnat my mother had spanked me and Aunt Deel had a way of giving ' my hands and head a kind of watermelon thump with the middle finger of her right hand and with a curious look In her eyes. Uncle Peabody used to call it a "snaptious look,' Almost always he whacked the bed with his slipper. There were ex ceptions, however, andj ; by and by, I came to know in each case the destl- ifad - 6 anything which really afflicted mv con- - Iv x . m . - r i r aticuce tuui sirip oi leatner seemea to my person. : . . Aunt Deel toUeil incessantly. IShe waohul anil ammhluui "'iviJ dusted and sewed and knit from mom 1 lag r until night She lived in mortal fear - that 1 company wonld come and ! find her .unprepared Alma Jones or Jabex Lincoln and his wife, or Ben and Mary .Humphries, or Mr. ; and ? Mrs. Horace Dunkelberff.", These were the people of whom she talked when the neighbors' came in and when she was not talking of the Bayneses. I observed that she always said Mr. and Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg." They were the conversational ornaments of our home. "As Mrs. Horace Dunkelberg says," or, "as I said to Mr. Horace Dunkelberg" were-' phrases calculated - to establish our social standing. I supposed that the world was peopled by Joneses, Xln colns, Humphries and Dunkelbergs, but mostly by Dunkelbergs. These lat- ter were very rich people wlu lived In Canton village. I know, now, how dearly Aunt Deel loved her brother and me. I must have been a great trial to that woman of forty unused to the pranks of chil dren and the tender offices of a moth er, .waturauy l turnea ironx ner to my Uncle Peabody as a refuge and a help in time of trouble, with Increasing fondness. He had no knitting or sew ing to do and when Uncle Peabody sat in the house he gave all his time to me and we weathered many a storm together as we sat silently in his fa vorite corner, of an evening, when 1 always went to sleep in his arms. I was seven years old when Uncle Peabody; gave me the watermelon seeds. I put one of them in my mouth and bit it 'v "It appears to me there's an awful draft bio win' 1 down your throat' said Uncle Peabody. "You ain't no busi- ness eatlnva melon seed." "Why?" was my query. s M 'Cause it was made to put in the ground. Didn't you know it was alive? "Alive !" I exclaimed. "Alive, said he. "I'll show ye. He put a number of the seeds In the ground and covered them, and said that part of the garden should be mine. I watched It every day and by and by two vines came up. One sickened and died in dry weather. Un cle Peabody said that I must water the other every day. I dld it faith fully and the vine throve. It was hard work, I thought to go down into the garden, night and morn ing, with my little pall full of water but uncle said that I should get my pay when the melon was ripe. - I had also to keep the wood-box full and feed the chickens. They were odious tasks. When I asked. Aunt Deel what I should get for doing them she an swered quickly: "Nospanks and bread and butter ... . . I ayesr- the wages of a good child. I was better paid for my care of the water melon vine, for Its growth was mea sured with a string every day and kept me Interested. One morning I found five blossoms on it I picked one .and carried It to Aunt , DeeL Anotber I destroyed In the tragedy of catching a bumblebee which had crawled into its cup. In due time three small mel ons appeared. When they were f as big as a baseball I picked two of them. One I tasted and threw, away as I ran to the pump for relief. The other I hurled at a dog on my way to school.-. ' - So that last melon on the vine had my undivided affection. It grew In size ? and reputation, and , HK)on : I learned that a reputation is about the worst thing that a watermelon can acquire while it Is on the vine. I W vlted everybody , that came ' to the hotise to go and see my watermelon. They looked it over and said pleas ant things about it When I was a boy people used to treat children and watermelons with a like solicitude. Both were a subject for Jests and produced similar- reactions In : the hu man Countenance. At last Uncle Peabody. agreed with me that It was about time to pick the melon. I decided to pick It immediate ly after meeting on Sunday, so that I could give it to my aunt and uncle at dinnertime. When we got home I ran for the garden. My feet and those of our friends ' and neighbors had literally worn a path to the mel on. In eager haste, I got my little wheelbarrow and ran with it to the ena - oi tnat Dath. There T fnmu! nothing but broken vines! The melon naa vanished. I ran bark : tn th house almost overcome by a feeling of alarm, for I had thought lone of mat nour : of ' pride when I should bring the melon and present it to my' aunt and uncle. "Uncle Peabody, 1 shouted, "my melon is gone. veil, I van I" said he, "somebody must 'a' stole it- "But it was my melon,? I said with a : trembling voice. "Yes, and I vum lts too bad ! But Lm ivi t I i '.vu, iiwvw iu, ute worm WHO I oom nnd tnVa fti There were tears In my eyes when I asked r ,n T I - . . V 1 1' ' t1 . They'll bring ltbacVwont,theyr . 2 afraid they've t it up." He had no sooner eald It ' than a cry ibroke from my lips, , and Jt;ank dovii upon' the 'grass moaning and sobtfing. I lay amidst the - ruins of the imr)le faith of childhood, i it was as fj the world and all its Joys nad coms '.to an end. Aint Deel epoke In a low, kindly tonf and came and lifted me to xny feerj very tenderly. . ."Come. Bart, don't rel so about tha old melon." eald ehe, wit ain't worgh it. Come with, me. - Tm going - - . . . - . ' , f M to f!iv you a present-ayes jl oe i ilwas still crying when she took me fto her trunk, and offered the graceful assuagement of candy ana a Deit, all emDroiaerea wiin Diue anu whie beads. "How you see, Bart, how low and mesn. anyDoay is mac. taxes wna dont belong to 'em ayes 1 They're sna&s l Everybody hates , 'em an Btaips on 'em when they come in elghl yesl? Tjke abomination of the Lord was c . - . . in gier look and manner. How it ehok my eoul ! , He who had taken the watermelon had also taken from meisomethine I was never to have agafi, and a very wonderful thing it wastfaith. In the goodness : of men. My I eyes had seen evil. . The worid had'commltted its first offense against mefmnd my spirit was no longer the whlie and beautiful thing it had been. Stilt therein Is the beginning of wis- donfrnd, looking down the long vluta of he years, I thank Qod for the gre harvest of the lost watermelon. Betler things had come In Its place- understanding and what more, often I hve vainly tried to estimate. For vone thing that sudden revelation of themeart of childhood had lifted my auni's out of the cold storage of a puritanic spirit and warmed It Into newt-life and opened its door for me. , Iii the afternoon she-sent me over to Wills to borrow a little tea. I storied for a few minutes to play witi Henry Wills a boy not quite a ykar older than L While playing thele I discovered a piece of the rlmf of my melon In the dooryard. On - tha piece of rind I saw the cross whllh - I had made oae day with my thumb-nail. It was Intended to in dicate that the melon was rolely and wholy mine. I felt a flush of anger. "jhate you, I said as I approached hate , you, he answer!. ou're a snake 1" I said e now stood, iace to lace ana breast to breast like a pair of young gave me a enove ana h 1 e him a snnA onn fn n h m .T wnr nn'r. I irrl r 71 Z . - . , gave mm a scratcn on tne'ioreneaa witl my finger-nails. Then; we fell upoi eacn other and rolled on tne ground and hit and scratched with f eliKe ferocity. Mrs. Wills ran out of the house and parted , us. Our blood was hot and leaking through the skin of our faces a liUe; - fle pitched- on me," Henry ex plained, -..'r;--'- Ia:ouldnt speak. "(o ' right home this minute yon Dratj" said Mrs. Willis in anger, "Here's your tea. Don't you ever-come hero again.' I ook the tea and started down the road weeping. What-a bitter day that was for me 1 I dfeaded to face rant and uncle. Xoming through Igrova down by our gate I met e Peabody. With the keen In of the father of the prodigal son he had seen me coming Ma long way off ff and shouted : yweli; here ye be I was kind o' worfled. Bub.' ' Tien his eve caught the look of de jection in my gait and flgure. He hur ried! toward :me. He ''. stopped as cam sobbing to his feet 'hy, what's the matter? he asked genay, as he took the tea, cup f?om my iand, and sat down upon his heels. (. Barton meets the famous Bunkelbergs, 1 Including kittle golden-haired Sally, whose pret ty face and fine clothes fascinate ht boy, whose few years have 4een spent in - quite another forld. The next ? Installment ; f'slls of some ; other interesting ersons with whom Barton be comes acquainted. - (TO BE CONTINUED.) Merely a Superstition. . . Tere is no kind or a rod, or lnstni men, which will locate minerals in the earti with any degree of certainty. Sometimes a bed of Iron ore will affect the inagnetlc needle of a compass, ,' of im surveying instrument but : there is ny thing that will locate the precious met&s. f8 5 sThe .Waves of Michigan. r;-V 1 iPfi 1 en I see the waves of Lake. Mich toss In . the bleak snowstorm, common poet Is. But Tennyson, with 1 J ms i?agie over tne sea, nas snown H'9 uf3iiency. Esaerson's Journal. myrf M the slgl ' Vfe ' .. .. . v tfr . - We shall have plenty of chances to run after strange new gods in silk weaves some of them glorious prod ucts of looms set to new tasks. There are wonderful silks among the novel ties ; for spring ; knitted-looking fab rics and familiar silks ' woven in an amazing variety of new patterns. Printed silks are slated for the new season and foulards in lovely colors are figured with . flowers and .leaves and made up often with plain georg ette, in such lovely frocks that there are not 'two opinions as to their , suc cess. Their triumph Is assured.. Even tricot is shown in printed patterns and various tricot weaves proclaim that manufacturers foresee a vogue for;thls ma terial grea ter than that It has al ready had. In cross bars of contrast ing colors ;!t is best . adapted tdi sport wear, but in plain ' colors It makes a handsome dress, for the street. : In the vanguard of silk , frocks foi spring there are the taffetas that wom en watch for and in which they' have an abiding interest. Nothing so fai has supplanted the taffeta frock. It holds its own because it is so wear able ; that is, it is a versatile gown suited to many of the goings on that occupy the time of " the women of I to day. The two-piece dressor suit- Blouses of georgette crepe are at least as numerous as any other kind, and become soiled as quickly. V But they require special, but not difficult, treatment ' in washing and ironing. This is a work that women do for themselves, and It is worth while to do this work for chiffon, light weigh t stlk, satin and ' lace blouses. ; Nearly everyone has learned something of the art of tinting or dyeing blouses, when time and wear fade those that are col ored or yellow those that were white. Women who have learned how to laun der their own fine blouses turn them out as good as new after unnumbered washings, or tint them Into first one color and then , another, according to their fancy. ' . The various manufacturers of dyes have placed on the market many colors that may be used for tinting by mix ing with water. ' Colored crepe papers, soaked In water, yield several lovely tints. But one may get almost any color desired or match any hue by us ing tube paints and gasoline as a tlnt ing medium. " ' : The washing of , crepe and other sheer fabrics is simply a matter of handling them gently. ;. Make a warm suds of water and white soap and dip the blouse repeatedly In this, squeez ing the soiled portions in the hand or rubbing : them very gently. - If much soiled wash through a second suds and rinse in clear, tepid water. Do not twist or wring to dry; but lay in a towel and run through a wringer. Do not allow to dry before Ironing, but fold In a ; turklsh towel for awhile and iron while damp. Use a. moder ately hot iron and Iron on the wrong side, stretching: the material to; Its proper shape otherwise It will shrink. Do .not allow any part of the waist to become dry before . ironing. If it Is necessary to iron part of a crepe or silk .waist pn the right side, owing to the. way In which it Is made, place a thin, muslin between ; the iron and -the 'fabric AMh - ri' - & K : When a, crepe waist Is to be tinted. It Is first washed and rinsed.', After.that It is rinsed, In a j water to which color has been added. This color can be bought in drug, stores and sometimes In othef shops For pink very pretty tints can be got from red tissue paper, and lovely yellow hues are obtained In If .1 i ; if i s shown in the picture reveals as nr. tical and pretty a frock as ever srept- I ed a spring day. This new model embodies some very Interesting details in its makeup. First the skirt narrows toward' the bottom and has a .wide hem. Rows of long runnings stitches, r. arranged in five groups, ..'run .:arou.nd,the skirt, begin ning with a group of three, uppermost and adding one row to each group un til that above the hem numbers seven. These long stitches of heavy silk con stitute one variety of the "thread em broidery" that plays a prominent part in the season's styles. The jacket or short coat, widens at the hips a . departure from the straight, silhouette that Is noteworthy It may ber the forerunner of more curved lines to follow .and welcome for variety's sake... A panel set in the front of the Jacket Is embellished with this,, thpad embroidery and , a double row of small buttons., Revers that widen toward the bottom and a neck finish. in a fold of white georgette are pretty and the girdle formed by three cords run in the silk is new. A buckle and three loops of silk-covered cord at each side finish it off. . The cuffs com mand attention. They , are made of deep plaits of the silk fastened down with little buttons. this way," using much deeper shades or yellow paper to make them. To get just the right tint It may be neces sary to experiment by first tinting small pieces of crepe or a portion of the waist that is covered by the skirt. The blouse will look lighter when it is dry than when "it is wet. It is better toN deepen the tint by redipping than to make It too strong at first. The method of tinting with gasoline will be' given in another article. : - .... Dainty Quilts. Scraps from- old dancing frorts of taffeta or satin In pastel shades make very dainty . quilts for the bou doir. One charming quilt of this kind was evolved from a cast-off evening coat of pale pink silk in a morning glory shade and a discarded dance frock of rose flowered white pussy wil low taffeta. The pattern was done in blocks, flowered and nlaln silks cut in triangles, and; the blocks joined by strips of pink satlif ribbon. It waf lined with plain thin silk with a 'sheet of cotton wadding laid between. . " Veiled Shoulders. The overdress of one evening model Is made high in the back and low in the front, as it is now considered more becoming to Veil the shoulders. Th girdle of sapphires gives the finishins touch of richness. Such a design would be' effective If carried out in white satin with an overdress of black lace and a girdle of Jet. Furs and Velvets. Taupe velvet Is' popular, because K Is so soft in shade and so lovely with moleskin. Mpjeskln. or: beaver com bines perfectly, with shades, of tup Ermine , Is used with best effect bWk' velvet;. though . this color Is beautifully " combined t wi th kolinsky on. account of the black marking whih; run 'JfJbfgh';the"Jbrpwh hairs. - Hat off Black Satin. ' An unusual : hat : IsT-va NapoleonW model of black satin, the. entire shap covered . with an ; allover pattern embroidery ' done in gnld thread.
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