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IANCB IFODTfflR1 i r--i v i u ti in f n Mil vtu sn Copyright. 1907, by E. A. Coe.J HE sfeet in which the McSiianes dwelt was one of the least invit ing of the lower west side. The long rows of old red brick build ings were ornate with nondescript collections ; of superfluous house hold articles thrust on to lire escapes, slatternly adults and dirty children abounded, whites and blacks were close neighbors, rubbish littered pave ment and sidewalks and ash cans were omnipresent. A boy, yelling vociferously to his kind in the street, five stories below. balanced his scantily clad little body across the iron railing of the McShane fire escape. It was not of his own vo lition that he occupied, at the moment. a position thus exalted. The voices of the family raised individually and at various times had been required to per suade him from the fascinations of gunpowder for a period brief enough to grace the morning meal with his presence. This was the lad's first pause since daybreak, since the young America of the neighborhood had emerged numer ously, yet as one man, with crackers and joyous spontaneity, to hail with diabolical din the nation's natal day and to awake many a grownup to a profane realization of the hour. Responses from below grew curt, and, being of Manhattan vernacular, were not overgracious. So, with no incen tive for a continuation, he ceased his yells and sought other diversion. He raised himself and took a long view of the street in either direction; he broke into a surprised exclamation. "Gee-e-e!" he shouted. "Look at the flags!" ' For the space of a few seconds the boy gazed delightedly; he seemed to forget the thrilling bangs that filled the air. Then he glanced quickly in the direction of a nearby schoolhouse. "She's there, all right," he exclaimed as he caught sight of a good sized gay bunting floating above the building. A swish of skirts and a happy faced girl stood beside him. "Who's there, and where?" she asked. "Well, if girls don't ask the foolishest questions," sniffed the boy in undis guised scorn at the girl'3 query. "A flag ain't a "who." " - "Oh," breathed the enlightened girl, with a smile. "'She's' a flag, is 'she?' But you'd better flag yourself in to breakfast. Mother's waiting for you." She turned to go inside. The boy caught her. "Say, Kate! We le.-rned somethih' a school to say to the flag. ' Want to hear it?" . . -N ; Kate paused. She was Jhe happy recipient of the boy's confidences, like wise his rabidly accumulating store of primary schpol knowledge. The boy was the brightest spot in Kate's prosajc life. "Of course! I want to hear it," she re plied eagerly. r . At once the boy assumed a' military INSTRUCTION AND S-J?1. lf.-q.--tf. tf- A Powderless Fourth 12- H-55 "By fiBfTtfA "PL. ATT w -m -w O fireworks for .the Fourth! The Trevor children had lis tened in shocked amazement .as this order was Issued .by the head of the family. . A Fourth of July without firecrackers seemed to them as unnatural as ice cream with- ' out cream. " But the" Trevors were, re sourceful, and as the same stern order had been issued by the heads of various , other families in that neighborhood there was much" comparing of griev ances and many exchanges of confi dence. It soon became evident to the elders that there was mystery in ! the air, and when various remarkable re quests for materials were made indul gent parents did their best to solve the enigma, but in vain. ' "Just you wait till the Fourth, moth er, and you'll see fast enough," was Wilfred Trevor's answer when his mother . intimated that a request for half a dozen old sheets should be ac companied by an explanation. Pocket money was hoarded with miserlike zeal. Bennie Hazelton, whose - Jaws - had never known rest since he moved into the neighborhood, heroical ly deprived himself of chewing gum to acquire funds for the scheme, while Delia Stephens, whose monthly allow ance ytas- usually overdrawn a week in advance, owing to her devotion to the candy eating habit, actually restricted her Indulgence to 2 cents' worth of taffy a week. " The Say before the Fourth of July cards were , delivered, to friends and -neighbors on which it was stated that their, presence was requested on the Hazeltons" lawn at 10 ' o'clock on the next morning. . When the first guest sauntered to the Hazeltons gate the house was gener ously" draped with flags- and bunting. Mrs. and Miss Hazelton received the visitors on the piazza. In the rear of the dwelling was a very large yard with a smoothly shaven lawn and an ample tennis court. Presently waa air. , With body erect and dirty little heels in close contact he raised a grimy hand in soldierly salute to a much befreckled forehead. Ignoring surroundings and apparently address ing the flag in the distance, he repeated clearly and in a high pitched boyish voice: , " 'I swear allegiance to the flag and to the republic for which it stands. One nation indivisible, with liberty and' jus tice for all.' " - He was immediately gathered into th girl's strong young arms. "Terrance. my little man, you talk like the president," she exclaimed. "I SWEAR ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG." proudly kissing the boy's red hair. "And you learned that in school? Oh, it's fine!" She clasped him so tightly that patriotism was forced to cry out for liberty. "Lemme-go, lem-me-go!" roared Ter rance, sputtering and wriggling from his sister's embrace. "Sure, I learnt it in school, but you needn't squeeze a feller to death about it," giving him self a reassuring shake. "Girls is . al ius a-huggin' folks when nobody wants 'era to, an' ' , "'It's such ' a . pretty speech," Inter rupted Kate," ignoring the uncompli mentary allusion to her sex, "that I'm going to fetch you something nice from Coney Island for learning it," "Aw," .blustered Terrance! con descendingly and slipping through the window into the flat with Kate in close pursuit, " 'tain't nothin' cept what we If. If 30. tf If. tf. If. tf.- If.- Jf. If. tf If. tf If. If. -fe 1 V V -6- -d heard the beat of a drum, then another and another broke in, and high above them all floated the sound of a flute playing "Yankee Doodle." The visi tors .paused in the midst of their con The minutemen are marching, with their colors to the sky, . : With their dapper drummers drumming, with their, titers fifing high, With their guns upon their shoulders, with their knapsacks on their backs, With their eyes set straight before them where the enemy attacks. They are gallantly assembled, all in battlefield array, For the grand review of heroes it is Independence day. say in school. Every r ornin' one kid he dips the flag like this see an' the rest of us stand up like this see an! say it - i "Who you goln' with to Coney?" he asked, abruptly changing th subject. "Mike Peters?" "Indeed I'm not," replied Kate, with a disdainful toss of her head. They Joined their father and mother at the table. - Five tiny rooms, built on the shoe string plan, and void of any evidences of luxury, comprised the McShane demesne. As the family ate Its breakfast Kate was bombarded with queries as to who was to accompany her to Coney. Mike Peters and Kate's father were teamsters, and it might have been this similarity of occupation and their al most constant association which en deared Peters to the major portion of the family. It might have been his big, handsome self, his wholesome good na ture, coupled with a dogged patience in waiting for Kate, that was subtly bringing the girl to a realization of his enduring devotion. This change of es cort, therefore, on the day of all days for an outing naturally aroused curi osity. . ' . - Kate's days were passed in a big de partment store. Many persons stop ped at her- counter and made pur chases. Some were fine people, and from Snatches of their conversation she gleaned mental visions of their luxuri ous mode of living. Frequently she looked out covetously on to their beau tiful plane of life. She was beginning to hate her own mean, little home, and she longed to be uplifted from her squalid surroundings. Sometimes she was ashamed of the street in which she lived, but she knew herself inexorably barred from better conditions by cir cumstances, the .chief circumstance be ing cruel poverty. She often wondered how people get rich. But today she was for once to be "a real swell lady," as Susie Mullins had expressed it. "Now, look a-here, yez two," inter rupted Kate's mother, coming to the girl's assistance at the breakfast table. "Kate's goin to; Coney wld Susie Mul lins an" two rale glntlemen as has axed the gir-ruls. an' thim as has autl-mo- beels too. Shure, if she -wants to be ; a-goin wid quality instid av the loikes av Mike Peters an' I'm sayin' nothin' again' Mike, ayether, God bless him why can't she?" The question at issue seemed con vincingly answered with a strong in timation that no further discussion was desired. The meal was finished peace fully, but not without some inward re sentment on the part of Kate's father over the seemingly unwarranted side tracking of Peters. . Later a gay little automobile party sped swiftly through the city streets, across the river, over vast stretches of lowlands and on to the fantastic Wood en City by the Sea." .' . ' ; . It was a still-gayer little-party. as it indulged in the pleasures and revels of the place. The light hearted nesa of ENTERTAINMENT COMBINED JUDICIOUSLY versation as around the side of the house swept a remarkable procession. First came a small figure arrayed in a paper muslin uniform. On his head was a three cornered hat with a cock ade. He carried a drawn sword in his hand. After him came the fife - and drum corps, fifing and drumming with enthusiasm. Behind them were more boys in Continental uniforms. Hardly had the, exclamations of the ladies and gentlemen on the piazza died away when, the sounds of music again sa luted their ears. The first company had hardly lined up on the lawn when a second procession, gorgeous In scar let and gold, swept around the corner. THE MINUTEMEN'S REVIEW. . . v --.--;.:-"r- "--,iSSwBvw"e . youth madef the' day one of irresponsi bilities and freedom, and the cloudless sky and the. life giving sea breezes were in accord with the blissful mead, and high spirits of J he merrymakers. ; Not even a passing thought was given to the .unconventional circumstances of their meeting. ' , ; Paul Ricard. '.chauffeur for an' uptown garage." made some purchases of Kate one day. - .".-". - "She is very pretty," said Ricard "to himself as he noticed her delicate fea tures, crowned - by abundant' auburn hair. it; , ;' t ,, ; - . f ' ; - She '.-moved quickly and gracefully, and Klcard noted, 'with quickening pulse, the slight, rounded girlish figure. When she looked up to more Clearly catch the address-he was giving fori the delivery of his purchases he saw that her eyes were of a deep blue, and there was a hidden laugh in them. He smiled at her boldly : with his ' great brown eyes. ' . ' f:; jv i. - .".'. The little; flush, scarcely perceptible, SHE FELT HERSELF HELPLESS IN HIS STRONG GRASP. and the slight parting ,of the Hps tele graphed to Ricard his victory. ... . He found other occasions upon which to visit the store, never forgetting to pass Kate's wayio An acquaintance fol lowed, into - which Susie Mullins was introduced, and the Fourth of July trip was planned. r , "I may invite my friend Mathot?" he asked. ' ' "Sure!'' chimed the girls unhesitat ingly. . Kate was swept to heights of ecstasy by the flattering attentions of Ricard. "Why, the Continentals and the red coats," exclaimed Miss Bessie Trevor. Mr. Hazelton, who' had been engaged at the rear of the house, now followed the last redcoat and made the short speech of welcome: . ""Ladles and gentlemen, . you have been invited to witness a battle be tween the British and the patriots. You will see now how things were done in '76." - . . With that .Dan Stephens, - who- was commander in chief of the Continental forces, gave an order, his drum corps again began work and' the British com mander followed suit. The - British charged the. Continentals with bayo The minutemeTi are'; marching, m aUc: -1 i un a unanng, cnampiny unarger 01 me son canea roan rea. . "Halt! Advancel Salute! Arms carryP ring the orders loud and;-clear. . -' Fromthe general-commander, stationed slightly in the rear. Ah,' the minutemen reviewing make a chivalrous display, r As is very meet and fitting when 'tis IncSspsnisnce day. - v He was tall and handsome, lithe, dark and had winning features. -' ' Mike Peters became merely an occa sional thought. It was evening at Coney Island. The little party had dined on the balcony of a. big hotel. The "quieting influence of twilight had hushed their irresponsible chatter, and they sat dreamily watching the shifting scene before them. Night came and unfalteringly spread her blue black canopy, andConey flar ing, flaunting and brazen-r-Uke a gay, vaulting, circus equestrienne wearied by. her . performance, slowly sank into the shadows, i ; . . . , : The ocean' sighed and, broke softly on the gray, sandy ;beach. - In the distance the lighthouses flash ed their warnings to ships plying their lonely ways over the. dark waters. Away oft at the horizon the big moon peeped-7hesitatingly, so it-seemed, for a continuous performer then, reassur ed by the long silvery reflection upon the' waves, rose. bravely to the occasion. Kate was as if charmed. ,. Ricard; sat complacently smoking, his eyes feasting on the changing beauty of the girl's face. Susie and Mathot strolled away. Then the witch of fire appeared. Little lines of white light shone out, moving, indefinitely about like illuml- jiated snakes. They reached upward. outward, and encircling; they outlined buildings; they crept - high, leaving noble towers; they wrought stirring emblems commemorative of the day; they llsrhted the highways; they point ed to the scintillating places for the night's revels, and they - traced great piers stretching far into the sea. Coney was depicted in exquisite sil houette. Suddenly the air was filled with flam buoyant glory. Myriads of explosives shot skyward. Up, up, swiftly at first, with hissing sounds. High in the heavens they fal tered a bit as if in search of stellar ob jects against which to dash themselves. Then, bursting into gorgeous displays of vari-colors, they spread into showers of beauty simultaneous with the shouts of delighted spectators and fell gently, like brilliant, iridescent spray. Kate was in raptures. She laughed and clapped her hands.. She let out lit tle screams of delight. To gain a better view she moved to the railing and leaned far out. She was in danger of falling. - Ricard sprang to her side, caught her and held her protectingly with an arm encircling her. He talked to her, lightly, merrily at first, then he bent his handsome, dark head until it was close, very close, to the auburn tresses, and he spoke in deeper, more serious tones, and the girl forgot Coney in the music of his voice. Kate caught, herself wondering why Mike Peters had never acquired the pleasant ways of Ricard. After awhile he placed a big, . firm hand under her chin and raised her face so he could watch its every linea ment. His dark eyes were luminous and tender. His voice was persuasive as he said something to her, now and nets, and after that came a hand to hand encounter with swords. The rules of war were that any one who was tripped - up or fell was wounded and must not rise. It was gratifying to see how rapidly the Continentals thin ned out their enemies. " Finally the British commander ended the battle by sending the Continental general a white" flag. After an elabo rate : surrender.- there was a grand t learance of the battlefield. Now came the girls marching around the house, a pretty company with long white aprons over their simple frocks and white caps on their powdered heads. They represented Continental women minis- with their captain at their head xi x - . again its tones pleading, and he em phasized his words with soft little pats on her warm cheeks. Silently Kate's head drooped to his shoulder, and ha held her tightly for the space of a few moments. Then he took her by the shoulders gently. He stretched his arms at full length and held her there. His hand some face was aglow with exultation. Kate" laughed hysterically. She felt herself helpless In hi3 strong grasp, and she expected any moment to be gather ed back . with a mighty rush into his embrace. : . -Something dark, like a great mantle, "AH, CUT IT OUT!' TESTED. HE PRO- floated noiselessly in between them, shutting each from the other's view.. Ricard caught it and flung it off. It whipped back again, swept toward Kate and partially enveloped her. The girl was frightened and struggled to disentangle herself. Ricard - was helping her when a blaze of light from an exploding rocket revealed what they were pulling and tugging at. It was the trailing end of a big flag moved by the shifting, breeze. . ; Like one electrified Kate ceased her struggles. She snatched wildly at the" fluttering bunting -and held'H captive,! Her face turned like marble, and Into her eyes there came a new, strange expression as she stood motionless, her white gown gleaming here and there between the folds of the flag. As swiftly and silently as the coming of the colors enlightenment - had de scended upon her. tering to the wounded, whose com rades carried them off the field and around the corner of the house on very frail looking stretchers. - Next the entire company was invited to the rear piazza, where luncheon was served at small tables, the little dames in white caps and aprons waiting upon tHe guests. On the lawn at the back of the house were a dozen small tents, and confiding parents understood at once why sheets had - been needed. During the afternoon the troops re ceived their friends in camp, Mr. Haz elton, who was a member "of the na tional guard, having drilled the chil dren and suggested simple substitutes for camp accessories, while Mrs. Hazel ton had helped the girls to cut out and baste together uniforms, hats and knapsacks. Swords and bayonets were cut out of heavy cardboard and cov ered with tinfoil or gilt paper. The muskets were fashioned out of broom sticks, with cardboard wrapped around one end to shape the stocks before a coat of brown paint was applied to them; Bayonets were tied to the ends of -the muskets. Flags were made of paper muslin and crape paper. In the afternoon the girls gave a flag drill, after which Ice cream and cake were served on the lawn.- When the day was over the little folks were quite convinced that there are pleasant ways of celebrating the Fourth without the dangerous use of fireworks. FOURTH OF JULY. Got up at .3 o'clock in the . morning and hurrahed for the Fourth. Got my brother out of bed, and we hurrahed for Washington,' Gates, Green, Putnam, Ethan Allen and General Stark. . . - - Fired our young cannon. ' Shot our toy pistols. Fired off a bunch of firecrackers.- . When daylight came we had all the cats and dogs In the neighborhood on the run. If we . could have found a Britisher we would have had him on the run as well. When evening comes I am chuck up to the chin 'with good things I have eaten and drunk, but I am. a patriot still. Still whooping for Bunker Hill and Valley Forge still cheering as Washington crosses the Delaware. -Night and fireworks. Yumj . - Yum! Skyrockets, Roman candles, pliiwheels, serpents an a dozen other things. I cheer, I yell, I bubble , f I'jlll Oblivious to the presence of Ricard and her surroundings, she was living again her commonplace existence of the morning. She was seeing her home, with its mean environments, and all was being borne in on her mind swiftly and with new significance. Again she saw Terrance saluting the flag and heard his childish explanation. "One nation Indivisible one nation indivisible.", repeated itself over and j over. Then it seemed to merge into "one home indivisible" and ever in Ter- rance's clear boyish voice. There could be no "home indivisible" if she went with Ricard into his enchanted world, as he had suggested. With a cry that was half sob she sank to her knees, burying her face in the flag. "Terrance!" she whispered. A woman never seems more sweetly feminine and so appealingly dependent to a man as when she is in tears.; Ri card had watched' the girl wOndermgly. Her tears brought him pityingly to her side. "Don't! Don't do that!" he pleaded tenderly, attempting to raise her. Kate sprang to her feet, shuddering at his touch. She shook him off. He ' was perplexed by . her action. "You are tired," he ventured and took her hands in his. She made no reply. " Instead, Bhe tried to free herself. Ricard, aroused ' and angry, would not release her. "You shall not shake me off," he said sternly. "You are mine," and he grasp ed her by the shoulders, hurting her cruelly. She did not speak, but met his 'eyes unflinchingly. For the space of a few seconds they thus faced each other. He searched in vain for the light that had shone in her eyes but a few moments before. What he saw Instead were awakened, aroused womanly intuition, chastity and hatred. What she saw was determination, pleading. She yielded not a bit to. him. The red haired Irish shopgirl was like the embodiment of an age of Celtlo queens. He wanted to crush her, to devour her. And still she said not a word, but looked and looked at him steadily, cold ly, dominatingly. He met her gaze with equal fortitude. It was as if the souls of the man and woman were in visual combat. Ricard's perfidious spirit swayed. He turned from her and loosed his hold, his hands slipping lightly along her arms until they reached hers. He raised them to his lips as he bent hla head. "Forgive me," he said in a trembling, humble voice.- "Let me take you home." Terrance awoke with a start when Kate, flinging herself on her knees be side his bed; commenced to smother him with. -kisses... - a. .-... "Aw cut it out!'' he protested sleepily. "What'd you -- bring me, Kate?" ' "These." she replied, spreading an ar ray of trinkets and souvenirs of the day out upon the bed. "These, dear boy" The boy was asleep again when she added sobbingly "and your sister." Then the show is over, and Sammy and I go home and get into bed and are asleep in about two minutes, and as we sleep we dream that we are sail- THE SHOW IS OVER. ing around in the sky on the moon and that the redcoats down below are shooting skyrockets at us and calling us young rebels and impudent rascals. WENT OFF TOO SOON. This is the day of libertee ""1 You bet your life jess look at me. My fireworks busted all in a pack And bio wed our dog so he can't com back! ' CONUNDRUMS. Who was the tallest poet? Long fellow. What precious "stone is like the en trance to a field? Agate. Who steps In after tea? tf. "' . r- - i