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down the hotel stairs, and they told me Next morning, after Early Mass, as they had received their orders at last. we walked slowly up the rampe and They were to report at Paris.
came to a pause on the ramparts of the We sail to-morrow for Marseilles,' Lower Barracca, I was curious to dissaid one; and his great spur jingled as cover whether this departure of her he stamped his foot to settle it in the champions would make any authentic high boot. With much difficulty he made impression upon her spirits. known their hope that I would give 'Suppose,' I was saying, 'we had a Madame any assistance in my power message from Odessa, that your huswhen her other friends were gone. I band had arrived. And suppose he sent agreed to this with alacrity, since I my- for you? Or that he had reached Paris self would probably be a thousand miles and wanted you there?' away in a few weeks' time. And the little ‘Oh, I should go, of course. It would boy? Yes, I would look after him, too. be like life again, after being dead.'
It was the Saturday night before my Here was a fine state of affairs! ship arrived (she came in on Monday, I We were all ghosts to her, phantoms remember)that I joined Captain Gosnell inhabiting another shadowy world, cut and his lieutenants at the Café de la off from life by an immense, pitiless blue Reine. They were exceedingly yet dec- sea. Compared with that distant and orously drunk. They were to sail the possibly defunct concessionnaire in the next morning. They had adjourned to a Asiatic Urals, we were all impalpable small ante-room of the café, and through spectres! Our benevolence had about a closed glass door an amused public as much conscious significance for her could obtain glimpses of the orgy. as the sunlight upon a plant. I did not Captain Gosnell's austere features had speak again until the little steamer, with grown gradually purple; and though he a croak of her whistle, passed out benever became incoherent, or even noisy, tween the guns of the harbor-mouth it was obvious that he had reached an- and began slowly to recede across the other psychic plane. And so there may mighty blue floors, a great quantity of have been a significance in the grandi foul smoke belching from her funnel ose gesture with which he raised a glass and drifting across the rocks. And then of champagne and murmured, - I mentioned casually what was hap
“To Her, whom we all adore, who pening — that those men were bound awaits — awaits our return. Our mas- upon her affairs, seeking treasure at the cot. May she bring us luck!'
bottom of the sea, devoted to an exHe sat down and looked in a puzzled travagant quest. way at the empty glass. He gradually She made no reply. The steamer redrank himself sober, and helped me to ceded yet further. It became a black get the others into a cab. Mr. Marks, blob on the blue water, a blob from his wig over one eye, snored. Heatly which smoke issued, as if it were a bomb began to sing in the clear night,
which might explode suddenly with a *Wide as the world is her Kingdom of power.'
tremendous detonation, and leave no
trace. But Bionda's eyes were not fixed The cab started. As they turned
the steamer. She was gazing mu
upon the corner I heard the high, windy singly upon the great cannon frowning voice still singing, –
down from the further fortress. And 'In every heart she hath fashioned her throne; after a while she sighed. As Queen of the Earth, she reigneth alone'.
‘Like life, after being dead!' she murAnd then silence.
she had forgotten us. She she had engaged their interest, moparted spirit, discontented nopolized their time, established herself inveniences and society of in defiance of all the rules of life in the who desires to return, but midst of their alien affection? Did she
journey. And it became an know or care how they toiled and sufacute question, whether at any time. fered, and perhaps sinned, for her? Did she had achieved any
of her she ever imagine herself as she was,
way — Does
"SOMETIMES WE HARDLY WANTED YOU'
BY FANNIE STEARNS GIFFORD
SOMETIMES we hardly wanted you,
Our days together were so rare:
Castles of windless sunny air;
Green trails that only we could trace
And you, still wandering in space,
We did not know we needed you.
Strange! — For your bright warm self is burned
Into our hearts, till all that blue
those secret ways,
Our laughter and our length of days!
THE NAME OF THE LORD
BY MILTON O. NELSON
My earliest memories go back to the Two years later, to his cabin and time when I was the youngest of a fam- clearing in the big woods he brought ily of six in an unbroken row of boys as his bride a Rochester schoolmistress on a southern Wisconsin farm a mile
twenty-one years of age, the child of and a half long. Father was a man of Methodist parents. Nine years later, long plans and wide vision; and in that finding themselves in a community unvision was a group of six farms occupied congenial and irreligious, they, with by thrifty farmers, all bearing his sur- their accumulated substance and four name, all members of the Methodist little sons, migrated again — this time Church, all honoring their father and to the farm where I was born. Their their mother, each an honor to his settling here was largely determined by church and a blessing to the land which the fact that not far away, and just the Lord their God had given them. across the Illinois line, was a Methodist This vision accounts in part for the size society, which had given the name of the farm on which I was born. The of 'Christian Hollow' to the section family was later increased by the addi- about it. tion of three daughters, and these in This church being too far away for their measure increased the size of the our convenient attendance, Methodist vision.
preaching service was set up in father's Father was of the Pilgrim Father cabin. Here, also, the first public type as nearly as American conditions school in our neighborhood was opened, permitted in the period covered by his with mother as teacher. When the publife — 1817 to 1898. At the age of lic schoolhouse was built, a year or two eighteen he had persuaded his father to later, it was made larger by a few square move from the ancestral farm in the feet than the community thought necesHighlands of the Hudson out into the sary, because of father's offer to give new West. This migration was only as $100 for such an enlargement, on confar as Brockport, New York, a region dition that religious meetings be perthen considered quite westerly by peo- mitted in the building. ple of the lower Hudson. But seven Wherever father halted in his pilyears later father gathered together the grimages, “there builded he an altar portion of the family goods that fell to unto the Lord’; and wherever mother him, and took his journey into the land spread the table, thither came presently of his own great dreams, staking out a the Methodist circuit-rider. In both of government claim in the big timber father's Wisconsin homes his house was near the little town of Milwaukee. the first Methodist preaching-place in This event was four years before Wis- the community; and on both farms consin was admitted to the Union. Methodist camp-meetings were held, to which both father and mother devoted knelt in prayer. No meal was ever unstinted time and provision.
begun without a blessing being asked. Of the Methodist society in our neigh- So, according to this programme, the borhood, father was made class leader, whole family came together formally which office in those days carried with into the presence of the Almighty five it the authority and responsibility of times a day. Besides this, there were vice-pastor. He also was superintend- the individual morning and evening ent of the Sunday School. These being prayers at the bedside. the days before Sunday-School helps, Morning worship immediately prethe exercises consisted chiefly of com- ceded breakfast. The salt pork fried, mitting to memory Scripture and the the gravy made, the potatoes drained, Methodist catechism. I have but the and all set back on the stove to keep faintest memory of father's method of warm; the big stack of buckwheat cakes officiating; but his way of drilling the on the hearth covered to prevent their Ten Commandments into the mind of cooling off these are a well-defined a child could hardly be excelled. It ran memory of the morning programme. like this:
Then father sat down with the big “Thou shalt not take the name, thou Bible in his lap, and mother with the shalt not take the name, of the Lord baby in her lap; the circle of children thy God in vain, of the Lord thy God in came to order, and worship wholly ocvain, for the Lord will not hold him cupied the next ten or fifteen minutes. guiltless, for the Lord will not hold him It was never hurried and never perguiltless, that taketh his name in vain, functorily done. Though father's praythat taketh his name in vain.'
ers were much the same from day to The commandment given for the day, they were not seldom varied to day's advance lesson was repeated by cover the spiritual needs of some of us the school in concert, and the drill was delinquent children, particularly the made cumulative, the school reviewing youngest pair of boys — the little each Sunday, in this double-barreled boys,' as father designated us. fashion, all the commandments previ- The chastening rod was an estabously committed. This solemn drum- 'lished institution in our home. It was ming, drumming in the ears of the child- not a vulgar gad, but a sprout of that ren added not a little, I suppose, to the ancient and honorable rod spoken of in weight and authority of the Scriptures: the Scriptures as being so wholesome But the children of our family were and necessary to the spiritual upbringmore impressed, I think, by the morn- ing of the children of Israel. It was ing and evening worship in the home. rarely applied without a preparatory To us small folk on this large farm, the lecture, in which father's eyes would greatest item in the business of farming usually fill with tears, or threaten to. was family prayers. At least, this was But whipping was not so dreaded by us the only portion of the day's programme two small offenders as the process of that might not be omitted, or at least being carried to a throne of grace' on shifted about to suit circumstances. the wings of father's petitions. In these
This service consisted of a chapter pleadings father's voice would often from the Bible read by father, two tremble, his throat choke, and pauses verses of a hymn, led by mother, fol- in the prayer, painful beyond telling, lowed by a prayer by father. Evening would occur. It did sometimes seem to worship consisted of a hymn led by me that a big man like father ought not mother and a prayer by mother. We all to take advantage like that of a little fellow, right in the presence of the the cattle through groves and brushwhole family — quite an audience in land, looking for fresh marks in the our home. Our whippings, however, cowpaths, stopping to listen for the were always mercifully private; except bells, and determining by their tone that brother Willett and myself, com- which was Crosby's, which La Due's, monly committing our sins by two and which Nelson's, which Beedy's, and two, answered for them in pairs. But which Ballinger's. Sometimes the herd these devotional floggings did have their would shift their feeding-grounds for designed and desired effect on our daily the day by the space of a mile or more. behavior. One would go pretty steadily Sometimes the cows, well fed, and not for a few days on the strength of such a being such heavy milkers as to feel an holy grilling.
urge toward the milking-yard, would be The section in which our farm lay found in the high brush, standing stockwas then a region of 'oak openings,' still, with mute bells. On occasions like about equally divided between woods, these the children would often wander scrub brush, and prairie land-a little till nightfall, coming home tired and too rolling for the best farming, but sleepy, to tired, sleepy men-folk, forced reasonably fertile. Our section faced to sit up late and add the work of milktoward the south on the beautiful roll- ing to an already overworked day. ing prairies of northern Illinois; and to Among these little cow-hunters were the east and north undulated away in girls of nine or ten years and boys of scrub-covered hills, which we called four or five. Rarely did children above 'barrens,' down to the heavy hardwood the
of twelve go after the cows, if timber that spread eastward from the there were younger ones to send. A valley of the Pecatonica River - a child old enough to wear shoes in summuddy, twisting, sluggish stream. Much mer was considered rather mature to of this region, being not yet under send for the cows. plough, offered good pasturage in the These herds commonly consisted of grazing season to the settlers' small not more than a dozen cattle, young herds of cattle.
and old; and, fortunately for us, each After the morning milking, the farm- herd separated easily from the flock on ers turned their herds into the fenced the way home, as they passed the cowhighway, gave them a run in the de- yards where they belonged. But should sired direction by the aid of dogs or an animal stray, and fail to come up boys, and left them to find their way to with the herd at night, it was a serious the 'commons, as we called these un- matter. Not seldom it happened that fenced lands. There the cattle kept it was never seen again. It was theretogether fairly well in the lead of the fore one of our greatest cares to know bell cow, as they grazed and roamed that the herd we brought home was throughout the day, sometimes joining intact. with one or more of the neighbor herds. Our schoolhouse stood at the juncIn the evening, children from each tion of two roads, in an acre plot set off household were sent to find and fetch from the corner of a cultivated field. them home.
Here, a highway running east and west These children usually fell in with was joined by one running south. A each other and hunted in groups, half-mile south on this road father had searching this way or that, as the habit built, in the spring of 1865, a temporary ual movement of the herds at the time
cow-pen to serve as a milking-yard. might determine. We would thus trail Here our cattle were penned at night,