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in question. You and I used to be able production for a left-handed man; I friends (intermittently), and though thought at first glance it was from Punch. there are one or two details in our past You may expect me to-morrow at four, intercourse that might better be ex- and mind you 're awake! I 'm glad that punged, still I don't see why we should you think we 're friends. Really, I feel let them upset our entire relationship. that I 've got back something quite preCan't we be sensible and expunge them? cious which I had carelessly mislaid. The fire has brought out such a lot of

S. McB. unexpected kindliness and charity, I wish it might bring out a little from you. P.S. Java caught cold the night of the You see, Sandy, I know you well. You fire and he has the toothache. He sits and may pose to the world as being gruff and holds his cheek like a poor little kiddie. curt and ungracious and scientific and inhuman and SCOTCH, but you can't fool me. My newly trained psychological

Thursday, January 29. eye has been upon you for ten months, Dear Judy: and I have applied the Binet test. You Those must have been ten terribly inare really kind and sympathetic and coherent pages I dashed off to you last wise and forgiving and big, so please be week. Did you respect my command to at home the next time I come to see you, destroy that letter? I should not care to and we will perform a surgical operation have it appear in my collected correspondupon Time and amputate five months.

I know that my state of mind is Do you remember the Sunday after- disgraceful, shocking, scandalous, but one noon we ran away, and what a nice time really can't help the way one feels. It is we had? It is now the day after that. usually considered a pleasant sensation to SALLIE MCBRIDE. be engaged, but, oh, it is nothing com

pared with the wonderful untrammeled, The Dochther

joyous, free sensation of being un-enis ashleep and

gaged! I have had a terribly unstable

feeling these last few months, and now at I can't be letting I

last I am settled. No one ever looked

forward to spinsterhood more thankfully ye oop.

than I.

Our fire, I have come to believe, was providential. It was sent from heaven to clear the way for a new John Grier. We

are already deep in plans for cottages. I P.S. If I condescend to call upon you

favor gray stucco, Betsy leans to brick, again, please condescend to see me, for I

and Percy, half-timber. I don't know assure you I won't try more than once!

what our poor doctor would prefer; olive Also, I assure you that I won't drip tears

green with a mansard roof appears to be

his taste. on your counterpane or try to kiss your hand, as I hear one admiring lady did.

With ten different kitchens to practise

in, won't our children learn how to cook! John Grier Home, Thursday. I am already looking about for ten loving Dear Enemy :

house mothers to put in charge. I think, You see, I 'm feeling very friendly to- in fact, I 'll search for eleven, in order to ward you this moment. When I call you have one for Sandy. He's as pathetically “MacRae” I don't like you, and when I in need of a little mothering as any of the call you "Enemy" I do.

chicks. It must be pretty dispiriting to Sadie Kate delivered your note (as an come home every night to the ministraafterthought). And it 's a very credit- tions of Mrs. McGur-rk.


I am


and apron.

How I do not like that woman! She Northern people struggle so hard to has with complacent firmness told me maintain! I don't know after all but four different times that the dochther was that the excitable Southern safety-valve ashleep and not wantin' to be dishturbed. method is the best. I have n't set eyes on him yet, and I have But, Judy, such a dreadful thing-do just about finished being polite. How- you remember last year when he visited ever, I will waive judgment until to-mor- that psychopathic institution, and stayed row at four, when I am to pay a short, ten days, and I made such a silly fuss unexciting call of half an hour. He made about it? Oh, my dear, the impossible the appointment himself, and if she tells things I do! He went to attend his wife's me again that he is ashleep, I shall give funeral. She died there in the institution. her a gentle push and tip her over (she 's Mrs. McGurk knew it all the time, and very fat and unstable) and, planting a might have added it to the rest of her foot firmly on her stomach, pursue my news, but she did n't. way tranquilly in and up. Luellen, for- He told me all about her, very sweetly. merly chauffeur, chambermaid, and gar- The poor man for years and years has dener, is now also trained nurse.

undergone a terrible strain, and I fancy eager to see how he looks in a white cap her death is a blessed relief. He confesses

that he knew at the time of his marriage The mail has just come, with a letter that he ought not to marry her, he knew from Mrs. Bretland, telling how happy all about her nervous instability; but he they are to have the children. She in- thought, being a doctor, that he could closed their first photograph-all packed overcome it, and she was beautiful! He in a governess cart, with Clifford proudly gave up his city practice and came to the holding the reins, and a groom at the country on her account. And then after pony's head. How is that for threc late the little girl's birth she went all to inmates of the John Grier Home? It's pieces, and he had to "put her away," to all very inspiring when I think of their use Mrs. McGurk's phrase. The child futures, but a trifle sad when I remember is six now, a sweet, lovely little thing to their poor father, and how he worked look at, but, I judge from what he said, himself to death for those three chicks quite abnormal. He has a trained nurse who are going to forget him. The Bret- with her always. Just think of all that lands will do their best to accomplish tragedy looming over our poor patient that. They are jealous of any outside in- good doctor, for he is patient, despite Auence and want to make the babies being the most impatient man that ever wholly theirs. After all, I think the lived ! natural way is best--for each family to Thank Jervis for his letter. He 's a produce its own children, and keep them. dear man, and I 'm glad to see him get

ting his deserts. What fun we are going

to have when you get back to Shadywell,

Friday. and we lay our plans for a new John I saw the doctor to-day. He 's a pa- Grier! I feel as though I had spent this thetic sight, consisting mostly of bandages. past year learning, and am now just ready Somehow or other we got our misunder- to begin. We 'll turn this into the nicest standings all made up. Is n't it dreadful orphan-asylum that ever lived. I 'm so the way two human beings, both endowed absurdly happy at the prospect that I start with fair powers of speech, can manage to

in the morning with a spring, and go convey nothing of their psychological about my various businesses singing inside. processes to each other? I have n't un- The John Grier Home sends its blessderstood his mental attitude from the ing to the two best friends it ever had ! first, and he even yet does n't understand Addio! mine. This grim reticence that we



we love.


John Grier Home, Saturday at were caring for me when you acted so

half-past six in the morning! abominably SCOTCH? With most My dearest Enemy:

men, behavior like yours would not be "Some day soon something nice is considered a mark of affection. I wish going to happen."

you had just given me a glimmering of an Were n't you surprised when you woke idea of the truth, and maybe you would up this morning and remembered the have saved us both a few heartaches. truth? I was! I could n't think for But we must n't be looking back; we about two minutes what made me must look forward and be grateful. The happy.

two happiest things in life are going to be It 's not light yet, but I 'm wide awake

ours, a friendly marriage and work that and excited and having to write to you. I shall despatch this note by the first to-be- Yesterday, after leaving you, I walked trusted little orphan who appears, and it back to the asylum sort of dazed. I will go up on your breakfast tray along wanted to get by myself and think, but with your oatmeal.

instead of being by myself, I had to have Betsy and Percy and Mrs. Livermore for dinner (already invited) and then go down and talk to the children. Friday night-social evening. They had a lot of new records for the phonograph, given by Mrs. Livermore, and I had to sit politely and listen to them. And, my dearyou'll think this funny--the last thing they played was "John Anderson, my jo, John,' and suddenly I found myself crying! I had to snatch up the nearest orphan and hug her hard, with my head buried in her shoulder, to keep them all from seeing.

John Anderson, my jo, John, I shall follow very promptly at four

We clamb the hill thegither; o'clock this afternoon. Do you think Mrs. McGurk will ever countenance the

And mony a canty day, John,

We've had wi' ane anither; scandal if I stay two hours, and no orphan

Now we maun totter doun, John, for a chaperon?

But hand in hand we 'll go, It was in all good faith, Sandy, that I

And sleep thegither at the foot, promised not to kiss your hand or drip

John Anderson, my jo. tears on the counterpane, but I 'm afraid I did both-or worse! Positively, I did n't suspect how much I cared for you till I wonder, when we are old and bent and I crossed the threshold and saw you tottery, can you and I look back, with no propped up against the pillows, all cov- regrets, on mony a canty day we 've had ered with bandages, and your hair singed wi' ane anither? It 's nice to look foroff. You are a sight! If I love you now,

ward to, is n't it-a life of work and play when fully one third of you is in plaster and little daily adventures side by side of Paris and surgical dressing, you can with somebody you love? I'm not afraid imagine how I 'm going to love you when of the future any more.

I don't mind it's all you!

growing old with you, Sandy. "Time is But my dear, dear Robin, what a but the stream I go a-fishing in." foolish man you are! How should I ever The reason I 've grown to love these have dreamed all these months that you orphans is because they need me so, and




that 's the reason at least one of the friend I ever had pass away with a dreadreasons—I 've grown to love you. You 're ful chasm of misunderstanding between a pathetic figure of a man, my dear, and us-well-I could n't wait for the mosince you won't make yourself comfort- ment when I should be allowed to see you able, you must be made comfortable. and talk out all that I have been shutting

We'll build a house on the hillside just inside me for five months. And thenbeyond the asylum-how does a yellow you know that you gave strict orders to Italian villa strike you, or preferably a keep me out; and it hurt me dreadfully. pink one? Anyway, it won't be green.

How should I suspect that you really And it won't have a mansard roof. And wanted to see me more than any of the we 'll have a big cheerful living-room, all others, and that it was just that terrible fireplace and windows and view, and no Scotch moral sense that was holding you MCGURK. Poor old thing! won't she back? You

very good actor, be in a temper and cook you a dreadful Sandy. But, my dear, if ever in our lives dinner when she hears the news! But again we have the tiniest little cloud of a we won't tell her for a long, long time- misunderstanding, let's promise not to or anybody else. It 's too scandalous a shut it up inside ourselves, but to talk. proceeding right on top of my own broken Last night, after they all got off, engagement. I wrote to Judy last night, early, I am pleased to say, since the chicks and with unprecedented self-control I no longer live at home,- I came up-stairs never let fall so much as a hint. I 'm and finished my letter to Judy, and then I growing Scotch mysel'!

looked at the telephone and struggled Perhaps I did n't tell you the exact with temptation. I wanted to call up truth, Sandy, when I said I had n't known 505 and say good night to you. But I how much I cared. I think it came to

did n't dare. I 'm still quite respectably me the night the John Grier burned. bashful! So, as the next best thing to When you were up under that blazing talking with you, I got out Burns and roof, and for the half hour that followed, read him for an hour. I dropped asleep when we did n't know whether or not you

with all those Scotch love-songs running would live, I can't tell you what agonies in my head, and here I am at daybreak I went through. It seemed to me, if

you writing them to you. did go, that I would never get over it all Good-by, Robin lad, I lo'e you weel. my life; that somehow to have let the best


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Open-air Schools for Normal Children



Lead your child out into Nature. Tutor sickly and anemic children, which has him on the hilltop and in the valley. There taken deep root in Germany, England, will he listen better, and the sense of free- and America, with its emphasis on the dom will give him more strength to over- physical basis of mentality and its simplicome difficulties. —PESTALOZZI.

fication and vitalization of the school cur

riculum, has done more to open the eyes HE responsibility for education has of interested people to some of the mis

gradually been shifting from the conceptions of our common education shoulders of the individual child to those than ten or twenty years of gradual evoof the physician and the educator. The lution. Designed to meet the requiredunce-cap has been relegated to the scrap- ments of special classes, open-air schools heap. Backwardness is no longer consid- have come to bear in themselves a forered a disgrace or misdemeanor, but the midable challenge to the old and estabresult of specific physical causes. We have lished order, and to point the way defilearned to deal scientifically and sympa- nitely to the accomplishment of certain thetically with the defective and the de- ideals in education that have long been linquent, to act with chivalry toward the trembling on the brink of perception. weak and the unfit; but the rights of the The original experiment was undergreat majority of average children, which taken eleven years ago in a vast wood on have clamored less dramatically for our the outskirts of the town of Charlottencomprehension, have been left groping on burg, Germany. The children were · the way.

chosen from among those in the public Fresh air and freedom are theoretically schools whose mental retardation seemed recognized as the heritage of childhood. due to physical debility, and the object But the fact remains that, proportionately was primarily to build up their bodies as the preventive and curative properties while affording them an opportunity to of the open air have been more and more learn at the same time, if possible. widely demonstrated in medicine, it has The buildings consisted of rude sheds come to be excluded in a greater and open to the air on one, two, and three greater degree from the ventilation of our sides. The children came at eight o'clock school-rooms, to be replaced by an in- in the morning, and were kept well fed creasingly complex mechanical system, and clean. Instruction was reduced to until to open a window in winter is to the most practical and necessary subjects, discredit the entire system. At the same and was given in half-hour periods, with time we have been forcing our children to five-minute intervals for exercise between. sit for long hours at their desks in a closed The actual study covered only a stretch school-room, with a growing burden of of two consecutive hours, the rest of the extra work to keep them confined at day being given over to teaching the chilhome, so that all that is left them of their dren how to observe and use their powers heritage must be crowded into one of reasoning and adaptation. two hours at the fag-end of day.

Excursions were made in connection The open-air school movement for with geography, history, and nature



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