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The only holiday that falls in September is Labor Day, which in all the Canadian provinces and most of the states of the American Union is celebrated on the first Monday of the month.-The World Book.
September Birthdays. 1st-James Gordon Bennett, 1795. 2nd-Henry George, 1839.
2nd-Eugene Field, 1850.
4th-Phoebe Cary, 1824.
September Historical Events.
8th-English gained possession of Montreal, 1760.
13th-Battle on the Plains of Abraham; General Wolfe killed, 1759. 14th-Battle of Aisne begun, 1914. 15th-Siege of Paris begun, 1870. 17th-Constitution of United States signed by Convention, 1787.
18th-Quebec surrendered to the English, 1759.
18th-Rheims cathedral damaged by German fire, 1914.
19th-President Garfield died, 1881. 22nd-Nathan Hale put to death as a spy, 1776.
25th-Balboa discovered the Pacific Ocean, 1513.
26th-Holy Alliance formed by Russia, Austria and Prussia, 1815.
29th-William the Conqueror landed in England, 1066.
New Model School at Teachers' College of
By Frances M. Kelsey, Teachers' College of Indianpolis.
The readers of the Educator-Journal will remember that we published a series of articles dealing with project teaching, and that we grouped the various informational outlines around the weaving activity. This year we mean to expand these outlines and let them develop as the actual work progresses in the model school of the Teachers' College. There will be two lines of work connected with the different grades from one to eight inclusive, showing the inter-mesh of interests and the development of the social life of the school. In this number Mrs. Baker, director of the work in the grammar grades, outlines briefly some projects in connection with a study of the American Indian. It is our intention to demonstrate the Home School
this year and for that purpose we are making the following changes in our schoolroom arrangements:
The room itself is being made attractive as one would find the living room in a cultured family. The walls are being given a finish to be restful to the eye and a good background for pictures. The windows are to have simple fresh sash curtains and flower boxes. The floor is having two coats of paint and a good varnish finish. The desks are around the sides of the room leaving a clear floor. The children are to weave rugs for the floor on the looms in a workshop across the hall. In this room will be work benches for the boys, etc. The various studies connected with sewing, mending, cooking, housekeeping, etc., will be subjects
for discussion in the pages of our department of the Educator-Journal. Some may ask, "With all this hand work, how will the teaching of the school subjects find a place on the program?" This we propose to answer as the work progresses, and we confidently expect to have more thorough and much more interesting work along these lines than ever before. We hope to have many questions from our readers, and best of all, some visits to our school that we may profit from your suggestions and perhaps lend some inspiration to you in your own work.
You will also note the good contribution in this number from Mrs. Lois
Hufford. Our aim in these stories is to create a love not now found generally among young people for Scott, Dickens and other writers. You will notice that Mrs. Hufford, in her own. happy way preserves the thread of the story, dropping into Scott's own language after she has tided over what might be tiresome detail for a young reader. We feel sure that the Educator-Journal will be a welcome guest in every schoolroom this winter. In October there will be games, songs and hand work for little children and some good stories.
FRANCES M. KELSEY,
King Richard, the Crusader
ADAPTED FROM SCOTT'S TALISMAN.
(Note: In these days of the short
Richard, Coeur de Lion, leader of the Third Crusade, lay ill with a wasting fever, in his camp in Palestine. He, alone, of all the crusading princes, who had undertaken the Holy War with great ardor, was still hopeful of capturing Jerusalem from the Sara
Philip, king of France, Leopold, duke of Austria, Conrade Montserrat, the chief of the Knights Templars and of the Hospitallers-all were offended by the arrogance and the violent temper of Richard, who demanded as his right, recognition of himself as their superior.
A truce had been proclaimed between the two armies and Richard
feared lest the other princes should embrace this opportunity to desert the
In his illness, Richard was attended by a devoted follower, Thomas de Vaux, who found it no easy task to curb the impatience of the hot-headed king.
Richard thrust his right arm out of bed, naked to the shoulder, and painfully raising himself in his couch, shook his clenched hand, as if it grasped sword or battle-axe.
It was not without a gentle degree of violence, which the king would scarce have endured from another, that De Vaux compelled his royal master to replace himself in the couch, and covered his sinewy arm, neck and shoulders with the care which a mother bestows upon an impatient child."
"Thou art a rough nurse, though a willing one, De Vaux," said the king, laughing with a bitter expression, while he submitted to the strength which he was unable to resist.
"What is a fever-fit," said De Vaux, 'that we should not endure it patiently, in order to get rid of it easily?'
"Fever-fit!" exclaimed Richard, impatiently, "thou mayest think, and
justly, that it is a fever-fit with me: but what is it with all the other Christian princes-with Philip of Francewith that dull Austrian-with him of Montserrat with the Hospitallerswith the Templars-what is it with all of them? I will tell thee-it is a cold palsy a disease that deprives them of speech and action-a canker that has eaten into the heart of all that is noble, and chivalrous-that has made them false to the noblest vow ever knights were sworn to-has made them indifferent to their fame, and forgetful of their God!"
"For the love of Heaven, my liege," said De Vaux, "take it less violently. Bethink you that your illness mars the mainspring of their enterprise; a mangonel will work without screw and lever better than the Christian host without King Richard."
Richard interrupted sharply: "This is smoothly said to soothe a sick man; but does a league of monarchs, an assemblage of nobles, a convocation of all the chivalry of Europe, droop with the sickness of one man, though he chances to be King of England? Why should Richard's illness or Richard's death check the march of thirty thousand men, as brave as himself?"
"Yes, De Vaux, I confess my weakness, and the wilfulness of my ambition. The Christian camp contains, doubtless, many a better knight than Richard of England, and it would be wise to assign to the best of them the leading of the host-but," continued the warlike monarch, raising himself in his bed while his eyes sparkled as they were wont to do on the eve of battle, "were such a knight to plant the banner of the cross on the Temple of Jerusalem, while I was unable to bear my share in the noble task, he should, as soon as I was fit to lay lance in rest, undergo my challenge to mortal combat for having diminished my fame, and pressed in before the object of my enterprise."
At this moment Richard's ear caught the sound of distant trumpets. Apprehensive of revolt, he commanded De Vaux:
"Go, I prithee, and bring me word what strangers are in the camp for these sounds are not of Christendom."
To his surprise, De Vaux found that a Scottish knight, who had attached himself to the train of King Richard, although the English and Scotch were, at that time, enemies, was approaching the tent, with a Moorish physician, whom Saladin had commissioned to cure the English king of the Asiatic fever which had proved fatal to many Europeans. This Arab physician had just proved his skill by curing one of the attendants of Sir Kenneth, the Scot.
De Vaux, however, suspected that Saladin was taking this means of ridding himself of his most powerful enemy. Therefore, he refused to admit. the Moslem to the tent of his master until he had gone to the tent of Sir Kenneth, and had seen for himself the Squire upon whom the marvelous cure had been wrought.
Upon his return to Richard's sickbed, De Vaux related what he had witnessed, and urged the king to receive the learned physician. At the same time he presented a letter which he had had translated into English.
"The blessing of Allah and his prophet Mohammed! Saladin, king of kings, Soldan of Egypt and of Syria, the light and refuge of the earth, to the Melech Ric, Richard of England, greeting:
"Whereas, we have been informed that the hand of sickness hath been heavy upon thee, our royal brother, and that thou hast with thee only such Nazarene and Jewish mediciners, as work without the blessing of Allah and our holy prophet, we have therefore sent to tend and wait upon thee at this time, the physician to our own person, Adonbec el person, Adonbec el Hakim, before whose face the angel, Azrael spreads his wings and departs; who knows the virtues of herbs and stones, the path of the sun, moon, and stars, and can save man from all that is not written on his forehead. And this we do, praying you heartily to honor and make use of his skill, seeing that it neither
becomes thy place and courage to die the death of a slave who hath been overwroght by his taskmaster, nor befits it our fame that a brave adversary be snatched from our weapon by such a disease. And therefore, may the holy-"
"Hold, hold," said Richard, "I will have no more of his dog of a prophet! Yes, I will see his physician. I will put myself into the charge of this Hakim-I will repay the noble Soldan his generosity-I will meet Saladin in the field, as he so worthily proposes, and he shall have no cause to term Richard of England ungrateful-haste, De Vaux, why dost thou delay? Fetch the Hakim hither."
"My lord," said the baron, "bethink you, the Soldan is a pagan, and that you are his most formidable enemy?"
"For which reason he is the more bound to do me service in this matter, lest a paltry fever end the quarrel betwixt two such kings. I tell thee he loves me as I love him-as noble adversaries ever love each other-by my honor, it were sin to doubt his good faith."
"Nevertheless, my lord, it were well to wait the issue of these medicines upon the Scottish squire," said De Vaux.
"Well, thou suspicious mortal," answered Richard, "begone then, and watch the progress of this remedy."
When De Vaux arrived at the tent of Sir Kenneth, he found the Arab physician at the bedside of his patient, who had just awakened from a refreshing sleep, and entirely free from fever.
"This is most wonderful," said the knight, "the man is assuredly cured. I must conduct this mediciner to King Richard's tent."
"Stay, let me finish one cure ere I commence another," said the Arab; I will go with you when I have given. my patient the second cup of this holy elixir."
So saying, he took a silver cup, and filling it with water from a gourd. which stood by the bed, he next drew forth a small silken bag made of net
work, twisted with silver, and immersing it in the cup, watched it in silence during the space of five minutes.
"Drink," said the physician to the sick man, "sleep, and awaken free from malady."
"And with this simple-seeming draught, thou wilt undertake to cure a monarch?" said De Vaux.
"I have cured a beggar, as you behold," replied the sage. "Are the kings of Europe made of other clay than the meanest of their subjects?"
"Let us have him presently to the king," said De Vaux to himself. "He hath shown that he possess the secret which may restore his health. If he fails to exercise it, I will put himself past the power of medicine."
During the absence of De Vaux, Richard had summoned to his presence the Scottish Sir Kenneth, surnamed "Knight of the Leopard," in order to question him concerning a commission that had been entrusted to him by the other leaders of the Cruside, during the illness of the English king.
Richard had learned that Kenneth kept in attendance upon himself a fine. bloodhound, named Roswal. This was directly contrary to the laws imposed by the Norman kings upon their English subjects, for the Plantagenets punished offenses against their forest laws as severely as treason against the crown.
"To brave and worthy men such as yourself, however," said the king, "we may pardon such a misdemeanor."
This interview was interrupted by the arrival of De Vaux with the Arab physician. El Hakim, who had informed himself of the various symptoms of the king's illness, felt his pulse for a long time, and with deep attention. The sage next filled a cup with spring water, and dipped into it the small red purse. When he seemed to think it sufficiently medicated, he was about to offer it to the sovereign, but Richard prevented him, saying, “Hold an instant. Thou hast felt my pulselet me lay my finger on thine-I, too, as becomes a good knight, know something of thine art."
The Arabian yielded his hand without hesitation.
"His blood beats as calm as an infant's," said the king; "so throb not theirs who poison princes. De Vaux, whether we live or die, dismiss this Hakim with honor and safety. Commend us, friend, to the noble Saladin. Should I die, it is without doubt of his faith-should I live, it will be to thank his as a warrior would desire to be thanked."
Richard then raised his head, drained the cup, resigned it to the Arabian, and sank back, as if exhausted upon the cushions which were ranged to receive him.
In the midst of the camp of the Crusaders was a height upon which Richard had caused the flagstaff of England to be placed, and which he had christened St. George's Mount, in honor of the patron saint of the island kingdom. As he permitted no other banner near, the other princes resented this haughty assumption of superiority.
The Italian Comrade of Montserrat, although not venturing openly to affront Richard, resolved to excite the jealousy of the Austrian Archduke, who was known to be bold enough to dare the wrath of Coeur de Lion. The wily Conrade stirred the blood of Leopold by taunting him with tamely submitting to Richard's domination, saying: "Yonder hangs his banner alone in the midst of our camp, as if he were king and generalissimo of our whole Christian army."
Leopold closed his fist, and struck on the table with violence.
"I, the Archduke of Austria-I submit myself to this king of half an island! No, by Heaven! The camp and all Christendom shall see that I know how to right myself. Up, my lieges and merry men, up and follow me! We will place the eagle of Austrie where she shall float as high as ever floated the cognizance of king or kaiser."
"Nay, my lord," said Conrade, affecting to interfere, "it will blemish your wisdom to make an affray in the
camp at this hour, and perhaps it is better to submit to the usurpation of England a little longer than to "
"Not an hour-not a moment longer," vociferated the Duke; and, with the banner in his hand, and followed by his shouting guests and attendants, he marched hastily to the central mount.
This disorderly scene was not enacted without a noise which alarmed the whole camp.
The critical hour had now arrived, at which the physician had predicted that his royal patient might be awakened with safety, and the sponge had been applied for that purpose. leech had not made many observations ere he assured De Vaux that the fever had entirely left his sovereign, and that such was the happy strength of Richard's constitution, it would not even be necessary to give a second dose of the powerful medicine. Richard himself seemed to be of the same opinion, for, sitting up, he demanded. to be told what sum of money was in the royal coffers.
The baron could not inform him of the exact amount.
"It matters not," said Richard; "be it greater or smaller, bestow it all on this learned leech, who hath, I trust, given me back again to the service of the Crusade."
"I sell not the wisdom with which Allah has endowed me," answered the physician; "and be it known to you, great prince, that the divine medicine, of which you have partaken, would lose its effects, did I exchange its virtues either for gold or diamonds."
"Thomas de Vaux," said Richard, “I tell thee that this Moor might set an example to them who account themselves the flower of knighthood."
"It is reward enough for me," said the Moor, folding his arms on his bosom, and maintaining an attitude at once respectful and dignified, "that so great a king as the Melech Ric should thus speak of his servant. But now, let me pray you again to compose yourself on your couch; injury might