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. - .. - v''y i ij uTTF. ranMin f th "Swallow" had sacks and The caotam bowed. "Your servant, dame. John
HZS ILSX iruisrT.
O, 'Duke,' you can't go! You're too old I
Yoy can't keep up any more! Lie down
now in the sun, and take a good rest
while we're gone !"
The old doe looked entreatinirlv into the
speaker's face, but he obeyed. He was not so old by five
years as his master, who was still young and vigorous
for the chase. Yet he must lie in the sun, now and wait
oh, so impatiently for the young master's return from
those hunts in which he had once been the life and
leader. He dropped back upon the ground, and lay with
his nose pointing to the hedge through which his master,
with his college friend, and ".Music," the new young
dog. had passed, leaving Duke to doze and dream.
The sun was warm it would be a glorious day in
the woods, Duke thought. And then, for the first time,
he noticed that there were woods just beyond the hedge
tall trees, vrtih the sunlight sifting through them
and that the hedge itself was not as he had believed it.
but taller and more open a part of the forest, in fact.
And frcm between the branches there stepped, just then,
a man, young of face, and clothed all in green, like the
"Up, Duke!" he cried, gaily; "up, old dog! The red
leerruns to the north, end who so fit as you to follow!
Haste, haste, brave fellow, for the hunt waits!"
Who had spoken of him as being old ! Duke could
not remember. The biood tingled and surged through
his veins. As he bounded on ahead, he lifted up his
voice in a deep, joyous bay. Then, all at once, they
were among a gay party men of lively dreis, on horses
fmartly caparisoned: other men. too, in the green !ress
of him who had called. And there were dogs. Di'kc
had never seen thorn before, but they rallied about him
and gave torgue to their new leader.
"Away! Away!' called the handsomest of the horse
men. "To the chare !"
'- Thrcrgh the sr.n-bricht niorninar woods the scent of
; - the red deer before, the laying of the pack and the
shouts of the huntsmen behind ! Slender branches
leaned forward ami tipped dew on hint as he passed.
A brown bird overhead whistled and called. A rabbit
sprang cut before, leaping wildly for a little way, and
then disappeared in the bushes unheeded. Bright, star
tied eyes from everywhere amid the branches looked
down as the old deg passed the old dog that had be
come the new dog: and far ahead, the red deer running
to the north, heard the bay of the leader of the pack
coming nearer and nearer, r.r.d into his eyes came fear,
and into his feet came an added swiftness that stretched
his length yet closer and still closer to the ground, in a
wild and frantic race for life.
The sun crept higher rp the trees. The forest thinned
into a wide open. The antlers of the red deer went
i.; tossing ag?.inst the sky. The rest of the pack, the hunts
men -they were far behind and forgotten. Duke v.-a3
alone alone on the gray downs, with the red deer
running to the north.
Old dog! Had anybody ever called him that? He
had dreamed it, surely. Old dog, indeed.
The sun is ir.st overhead now, and dazzles on the
sand dunes. Perhaps it blinds the red deer, for on a
mound he halts an instant and, turning, snuffs the
wind. For a moment he makes a brave figure against
the blue, and then is off again, wildly and with long,
reckless leaps. The distance between him and his pur
suer is growing shorter, and he knows it. The muscles
' in his lithe limbs are' stretched and strained and failing.
And behind him comes, and still comes, the old dog
the old dog that is the new dog eager, tireless, and
with the swiftness of the winds of March.
The sun slips down the sky. There Js no longer even
the voice of the following pack. They are alone in
the world, it would seeui, Duke and the red deer ma
r.ing to the north. They have crossed a iver they
have climbed a hill they have plunged through brush
and brake they have leaped a vafi, and always the
red deer is nearer and nearer and flagging in strength,
and always Duke is fresher and swifter and surer of
his prey. And now there is a place of tall grass where
the deer, perhaps, hoped t'ne old dog could not follow.
Old dog? Ha! With long, leaping bounds he skims
the waving green on the wings of youth. And then the
deer turns desperately to the struggle. But it is too
lata. He as fagged and done, and the "old dog" drags
Tie sun ia low in the eky. .The weary-pack and th
shouting, bedecked horsemen come up, and the men in
Lincoln green. And there, amid the grass, is Duke.
fuarding his fallen prey. How they raJly about himfr
low the handsomest horseman of all goes down beside
' , him to praise and to caress ! How they cheer and throw
''V W their hats for the hero who had followed the gTeat
r red upland deer to the north, and dragged him down
- ' alone. Through the darkening woods, bearing their
-w- .trophy homeward, they go, shouting and laughing and
z praising, until at last they reach a wide court and a
) great, brown fire-lit hall, where the feast is waiting.
? And now others and these are fine ladies come out
to welcome the huntsmen, and then to Join them in
..' praises and caresses and cheers for the old dog. Old
": "Duke! hey, Duke! See what we've brought home!
". -'i. It was his master's voice, and Duke started. The
lights of the srreat halL the areen huntsmen, and srar
ladies swept together, and became a pleasant hedge from
which the sunlight was fading. A deep shadow had
crept out from it and lay all about him. Looking down
at him was the smiling face of his master, and In his
5 hand swung three rabbits.
Duke regarded him confusedly for a moment, and
then gradually his look became one of solemn indif
' - f erence. Rabbits J Showing rabbits! To him I
I don't know what has got Into Duke," he heard
bis master saying one morning,' a week later, lie
never wanta to go with us any more, but Just walks
? away with a superior air when he sees as getting the
""' cuns ready. . '
- "Perhaps hea getting toaoH
- - Duke scornfully walked; over to the hedge, sniffing.
Old ' Old! Yev h was too old, indeed, for the sport
: tf rabbit chasing he who had seen real hunting at last
: and followed and dragged down alcn the great, red
To carry to old England from the land
across the sea ;
He had a hundred messages and errands by
Tor the link between Virginia and the dear old home
iVVhen, sitting on his anchor, he conned them one by
" This item seemed 4o please him, for he chuckled
as he read:
"'Six feet of honest English flesh; a lad to make
And a lucky lad that lad will be!" the jolly captain
The captain came to England; his errands dwindled
His "Swallow" yielded up her freight of fragrant
woods and weed.
He took the governor's report of progress to the crown,
And he scattered new.s and gossip as the farmer
scatters seed. '
His gallant ship, refreighted, was ready for the sea,
And but a single duty still remained for him to do.
'Tve bought my gowns and sold my pitch," in thought
ful mood said he ;
"But I haven't found 'six feet of flesh to bring to
He puffed his pipe and puzzled, and, puzzling, failed to
A scrambling group of urchins who were busy with
their games. .
He stumbled in among them. "WTiy, why, my lads!"
Then he stopped in recognition. "Tom and Ted!" he
cried, "and James !"
He stood 2nd looked upon them. The scraggy, bare
Had smiling eyes and tangled mats of curly yellow
He'd known their father 2y, a soldier brave and bold
Who had fought ar.d died at Nascby when the king
met Cromwell there.
"Who keeps you now?" h
Half mirthfully their cheerful dirt, their rags,' their
bare brown feet
"'Six feet of honest English flesh,'" quoth he; he
stopped, dismayed :
Then he clutched his sides and 'sent a roar of laugh
ter up the street.
" 'Six f cef ! I vow I'll do it !" H
That James had pointed out as where they lived with
is JJame Carew within r" he called. She
one mcu, wr.ac is her
asked them. His twinkling
caotain bowed. "Your servant, dame.
Howard was my friend.
These boys of his have been a drain upon
purse, I ween."
"Ay, ay! a drain they've been!" said she. "Their
hunger knows no end.
Sir, they eat until my purse-sides meet! Their like
was never seen."
The captain's blue eyes twinkled. "The place for
them," said he,
"Is where the corn is plenty where the fowl fly to
I'll take them in my vessel to Virginia colony;
It's a land where boys can eat and eat, and leave a-
Ten weeks the passage lasted; the "Swallow's" trusty
At last are folded, and her anchor cast into the
A dozen petty crafts push out to see what news she,
A church bell peals; across the dusk the lights of
To Jamestown rode the major upon his piebald mare ;
His servant Simon led a horse to carry back his son ;
" Six feet' " he pondered pleasantly, "so, be he dark
It's as well the horse we bring for him should be a
"Well, captain! Did you bring them my six good
feet?" he cried.
"Ay, ayl" the captain answered in a voice of hearty
And grasped his hand in greeting as he scaled the
"They're the finest bit of cargo that I've brought
in many a year."
The major was delighted; his eager face grew bright
"James! Teddy! Toml" the captain bellowed in
his deep bassoon.
Above the hatch three curly heads came bobbing into
"Here they are!" The captain's beaming face was
like a round red moon.
The major looked bewildered; he heard the captain
"Come, lads come, Ted, you rogue, come here;
show Major Drew your feet.
They're 'honest feet'; no better stand on English soil
And you lift them from the mire of a squalid Lon
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By Morris Wa.de
HE making of silhouettes can hardly be
classed among the lost arts, since there is
so little art about them. The best of them
represent the human profile in a crude way.
and they were regarded as rather a cheap
kind of pictures even in the days when they
were most popular. Indeed the very word silhouette
means something poor and cheap, and it had its origin
in a spirit of ridicule. It is taken from Etienne de
Silhouette, who was a French Cabinet Minister in the
year 1759, when the treasury of France was very low
because of costly wars with Britain and Prussia and
by the extravagances of the government. When Etienne
de Silhouette became minister of finance, he set about
making great' reforms in the public expenditures. lie
was, by nature, a very "close" man, and he went to
such extremes in keeping down the public expenses
that he brought great ridicule upon himself, and
finally anything that was cheap and poor was referred
to as J la Silhouette.
le turned and sought
"And if she is,"
being, in to
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By Annie Wille McCullough.
Y DUTY is to drive out tramos.
But one came overnight;
The snow had covered everything.
And even he was white.
I boldly ran and loudly barked:
He didn't make a sound
But Just stood there and wouldn't budge.
Nor even once look round.
I did my duty like a dog:
His clothes were strangely damp;
But still he never moved a step
This cold, unfeeling tramp.
I don't know what to think of him;
It's made me rather blue.
I never Saw his like before
Now what am I to do?
AN UNCONSIDERED TRIFLE
By S. Couant Faster.
"JHE problem of how to reach the moon
"If you'll but glance at my drawing here,
The scheme, I am sure, will be quite clear.
"Now cannot you see," this man began,
"By casting an eye across my plan,
The centripetal friction is plus the strain?.
But perhaps it's better to be more plain.
"What I mean is this: that, by'your leave,
I'll borrow the moon to make a sheave;
Then a cable I'll use, and a mighty drum,
Which I'll turn till the planets together come."
"How simple!" I cried, when all was explained.
"Many thanks to you for the knowledge I've gained.
But eh how is the rope to be got round the moon?"
"H'm ! well, that's a detail I'll investigate soon."
1 COPYRIGHT. BY TBS . LUtil VHT. CQSePAJ$T,
A very crude picture was popular at that time. It
was made by tracing the shadow or profile of a face
projected by the light of a candle on a sheet of white
paper and the outline defined with a pencil. This was
such a very poor and cheap sort of a picture that it
was at once called a silhouette, in further derision
of the very saving French minister, and the name has
"stuck." It is an instance of the curious derivation
of some words in common use, and this unkind slur
on a man who was really trying to introduce needed
reforms in the spending of the public money has long
Teen accepted as a good ' and proper word. Indeed,
there is no other word used for pictures of this kind,
although there were such pictures long before Mon
sieur Etienne de Silhouette had his name attached to
.' them in so embarrassing a way.
Madame Pompadour brought the silhouette into
popularity by showing a great liking for it, and the
pictures made by casting a shadow with a lamp were
called profiles a la rompadour. They were to be seen
all over France.
Then the silhouette became popular in America a
great many years ago, and a man named Charles Wil
son Peale, who had a museum in Philadelphia, became
famous for his cleverness in executing them. lie in
vented a kind of a machine which traced the profi
with extreme accuracy- Even George Washington sat
to Peale for a silhouette, and all the most prominent
gentlemen and ladies of the day felt that they must
have silhouettes of themselves.
Then there was a boy of seventeen named James
Hubard, who came to this country from England, and
went from place to place, setting up "Hnbard Gal
leries," to which the people flocked to have silhouettes
of themselves made by the clever "artist." lie had
many samples of his work on exhibition, and the people
paid fifty cents for admission to the gallery. This also
paid for a silhouette, which ycur.g Hubard cut out in
a very few seconds ' with a pair of scissors. He was
looked upon as a great genius, and he exhibited with
pride a silver palette presented to him by the Philo
sophical Society of Glasgow in appreciation of his un
usual talent. On the palette were the words: "Pre
sented to Master James Hubard by admirers of his
genius in the city of Glasgow, Scotland, February 14.
Young Hubard' exhibited his sUhouettes at the Perm
sylvania Academy of Fine Arts and in New York and
Boston. He became ambitious to do better work than
any mere maker of silhouettes could do, and he finally
made quite a reputation as a painter of portraits. lie
remained in our country, and died in Richmond, Vir
ginia, in 1862, his death having been caused by the
explosion of a shell he was filing with a compound
he had manufactured for the use of the Confederate
Another noted silhouettist coming to this country
from foreign' lands was Monsieur Edouart, who ar
rived on our shores in 1S38, and for nine or ten years
he was kept busy making silhouettes of people who
admired this kind of art. Edouart kept a copy of each
silhouette he made, and he valued his collection s
highly that it quite broke his heart when the entira
collection went to the bottom of the sea while Edouart
was returning to his native land from America in
America produced a silhouettist thought by many
to be as clever as any who had come to our country
from foreign lands. This was William Henry Brown,
who was but sixteen years old when he cut a very
fine silhouette of General Lafayette, who was then
on a visit to this country- In some respects Brown
was even cleverer than any of his predecessors had
been. He was a kind of a "snap shot" silhouettist, for he
could make silhouettes of men and women on the
street without the subjects of his pictures being aware
of the fact that they were having their "likenesses"
taken. Indeed, he had such remarkable skill in memor
izing faces and forms that he could look at a person cn
the street and cut a wonderfully good silhouette of tie
person after returning to his studio. He went farther
than other silheuettists had done, for he made cut
tings of ships and railroad trains and processions in
wftich the figures were readily recognized. He made
one cutting twenty-five feet long with sixty-five per
sons in it, and so clever was the execution that it was
easy to recognize every f.gure in it
One may sec in one of the public school building
fn Boston, two silhouettes cf unusual interest, for
they are of George and Martha Washington. Possibly
they are the work of Tealc, but there is nothing t
indicate the name of the silhouettist Underneath th'S
frame in which the profiles arc, is this information
in regard to them:
"The within are profiles of General and Mrs. Wash
ington taken from their shadows on a wali They ars
as perfect likenesses as profiles can give. Presented
to me by my friend, Mrs. Eleanor T. Lewis, at Wood
lawn, July, 1832.
"Elizabeth T-ordlev Gibson."
The Mrs. Eleanor P. Lcwii referred to was a great
granddaughter of Martha Washington.
The silhouettes were presented to the school by Mr.
Edward Shippen, of Philadelphia. They are the original
profiles, and not copies. The invention of the daguer
reotype by M. Dagucrre in 1839 put the nose of the
silhouettist quite hopelessly "out of joint." No oue
wanted a silhouette after having seen the digucrreo
type. Then the daguerreotype lost favor because of
the perfection of the art of the photographer. This
art of the photographer lias now reached a degree of
perfection that was undreamed of by. those who first
practised it '