CHAPTER XIII.
FLAXEN'S GREAT NEED.
Flaxen wrote occasionally, during the next year, letters all too short and too far between for the lonely man toiling away on his brown farm. These letters were very much alike, telling mainly of how happy she was, and of what she was going to do by and by, on Christmas or Thanksgiving. Once she sent a photograph of herself and husband, and Anson, after studying it for a long time, took a pair of shears and cut the husband off, and threw him into the fire.
"That fellow gives me the ague," he muttered.
Bert did not write, and there was hardly a night that Ans lay down on his bed that he did not wonder where his chum was,especially as the winter came on unusually severe, reminding him of that first winter in the Territory. Day after day he spent alone in his house, going out only to feed the cattle or to get the mail. The sad wind was always in his ears. But with the passage of time the pain in his heart lost its intensity.
One day he got a letter from Flaxen that startled and puzzled him. It was like a cry for help, somehow.
"Dear old pap, I wish you was here," and then in another place came the piteous cry, "Oh, I wish I had some folks!"
All night long that cry rang in the man's head with a wailing, falling cadence like the note of a lost little prairie-chicken.
"I wonder what that whelp has been doin' now. If he's begun to abuse her I'll wring his neck. She wants me an' da'sn't ask me to come. Poor chick, I'll be pap an' mam to ye, both," he said at last, with sudden resolution.
The day after the receipt of this letter a telegram was handed to him at the post-office,which he opened with trembling hands:
Anson Wood: Your daughter is ill. Wants you. Come at once.Dr. Dietrich.
Anson Wood: Your daughter is ill. Wants you. Come at once.
Dr. Dietrich.
He got into his wagon mechanically and lashed his horses into a run. He must get home and arrange about his stock and catch the seven o'clock train. His mind ran the round of the possibilities in the case until it ached with the hopeless fatigue of it. When he got upon the train for an all-night ride, he looked like a man suffering some great physical pain.
He sat there all night in a common seat—he could not afford to pay for a sleeper; sat and suffered the honest torture that can come to a man—to sit and think the same dread, apprehensive wondering thoughts; to strain at the seat as if to push the train faster, and to ache with the desire to fly like the eagle. He tried to be patient, but he could only grow numb with the effort.
A glorious winter sun was beginning tolight up the frost foliage of the maples lining St. Peter's streets when Anson, stiff with cold and haggard with a night of sleepless riding, sprang off the train and looked about him. The beauty of the morning made itself felt even through his care. These rows of resplendent maples, heavy with iridescent frost, were like fairy-land to him, fresh from the treeless prairie. As he walked on under them, showers of powdered rubies and diamonds fell down upon him; the colonnades seemed like those leading to some enchanted palace, such as he had read of in boyhood. Every shrub in the yards was similarly decked, and the snug cottages were like the little house which he had once seen at the foot of the Christmas-tree in a German church years before.
Feet crunched along cheerily on the sidewalks, bells of dray-teams were beginning to sound, and workmen to whistle.
Anson was met at the door by a hard-faced, middle-aged woman.
"How's my girl?" he asked.
"Oh, she's nicely. Walk in."
"Can I see her now?"
"She's sleepin'; I guess you better wait a little while till after breakfast."
"Where's Kendall?" was his next question.
"I d'n' know. Hain't seen 'im sence yesterday. He don't amount to much, anyway, and in these cases there ain't no dependin' on a boy like that. It's nachel fer girls to call on their mothers an' fathers in such cases."
Anson was about to ask her what the trouble was with his girl, when she turned away. She could not be dangerously ill; anyway, there was comfort in that.
After he had eaten a slight breakfast of bad coffee and yellow biscuits, Mrs. Stickney came back.
"She's awake an' wants to see yeh. Now don't get excited. She ain't dangerous."
Anson was alarmed and puzzled at her manner. Her smile mystified him.
"What is the matter?" he demanded.
Her reply was common enough, but it stopped him with his foot on the threshold.He understood at last. The majesty and mystery of birth was like a light in his face, and dazzled him. He was awed and exalted at the same time.
"Open the door; I want to see her," he said in a new tone.
As they entered the darkened chamber he heard his girl's eager cry.
"Is that you, pap?" wailed her faint, sweet voice.
"Yes: it's me, Flaxie." He crossed the room and knelt by the bed. She flung her arms round his neck.
"O pappy! pappy! I wanted you. Oh, my poor mamma! O pap, I don't like her," she whispered, indicating the nurse with her eyes. "O pap, I hate to think of mother lying there in the snow—an' Bert—where is Bert, pap? Perhaps he's in the blizzard too—"
"She's a little flighty," said the nurse in her matter-of-fact tone.
Anson groaned as he patted the pale cheek of the sufferer.
"Don't worry, Flaxie; Bert's all right. He'll come home soon. Why don't yousend for the doctor?" he said to the nurse.
"He'll be here soon. Don't worry over that," indicating Flaxen, who was whispering to herself. "They of'n do that."
"Do you s'pose I can find my folks if I go back to Norway?" she said to Anson a little after.
"Yes: I guess so, little one. When you get well, we'll try an' see."
"Perhaps if I found my aunt she'd look like mamma, an' I'd know then how mamma looked, wouldn't I? Perhaps if the wheat is good this year we can go back an' find her, can't we?" Then her words melted into a moan of physical pain, and the nurse said:
"Now I guess you'd better go an' see if you can't hurry the doctor up. Yes: now he's got to go," she went on to Flaxen, drowning out her voice and putting her imploring hands back upon the bed.
Anson saw it all now. In her fear and pain she had turned to him—poor, motherless little bird—forgetting her boy-husband or feeling the need of a broaderbreast and stronger hand. It was a beautiful trust, and as the great, shaggy man went out into the morning he was exalted by the thought. "My little babe—my Flaxen!" he said with unutterable love and pity.
Again his mind ran over the line of his life—the cabin, the dead woman, the baby face nestling at his throat, the girl coming to him with her trials and triumphs. His heart swelled so that he could not have spoken, but deep in his throat he muttered a dumb prayer. And how he suffered that day, hearing her babble mixed with moanings every time the door opened. Once the doctor said:
"It's no use for you to stand here, Wood. It only makes you suffer and don't help her a particle."
"Itseems's if it helped her, an' so—I guess I'll stay. She may call for me, an' if she does," he said resolutely, "I'm goin' in, doctor. How is she now?"
"She's slightly delirious now, but still she knows you're here. She now and then speaks of you, but doesn't call for you."
But she did call for him, and he went in, and kneeling by her side he talked to her and held her hands, stroked her hair and soothed her as he used to when a little child unable to speak save in her pretty Norseland tongue, and at last when opiates were given, and he rose and staggered from the room, it seemed as though he had lived years.
So weary was he that, when the doctor came out and said, "You may go to sleep now," he dropped heavily on a lounge and fell asleep almost with the motion. Even the preparations for breakfast made by the hoarse-voiced servant-girl did not wake him, but the drawling, nasal tone of Kendall did. He sat up and looked at the oily little clerk. It was after seven o'clock.
"Hello!" said Kendall, "when d' you get in?"
"Shortly after you went out," said Anson in reply.
Kendall felt the rebuke, and as he twisted his cuffs into place said, "Well, y' see I couldn't do no good—a man ain'tany good in such cases, anyway—so I just thought I'd run down to St. Paul an' do a little buying."
Anson turned away and went into the kitchen to wash his face and to comb his hair, glad to get rid of the sight of Kendall for a moment. Mrs. Stickney was toasting some bread.
"She's awake an' wants to see you when you woke up. It's a girl—thought I'd tell ye—yes: she's comfortable. Say, 'tween you an' me, a man 'at 'u'd run off—waal—" she ended, expressively glancing at Kendall.
Once more Anson caught his breath as he entered the darkened chamber. He was a rough, untaught man, but there was something in him that made that room holy and mysterious. But the figure on the bed was tranquil now, and the voice, though weak and low, was Flaxen's own.
He stopped as his eyes fell on her. She was no longer a girl. The majesty of maternity was on her pale face and in her great eyes. A faint, expectant smilewas on her lips; her eyes were fixed on his face as she drew the cover from the little red, weirdly-wrinkled face at her throat.
Before he could speak, and while he was looking down at the mite of humanity, Kendall stepped into the room.
"Hello, Ellie! How are—"
A singular revulsion came out on her face. She turned to Anson. "Make him go 'way; I don't want him."
"All right," said Kendall cheerfully, glad to escape.
"Isn't she beautiful?" the mother whispered. "Does she look like me?" she asked artlessly.
"She's beautiful to me because she's yours, Flaxie," replied Anson, with a delicacy all the more striking because of the contrast with his great frame and hard, rough hands. "But there, my girl, go to sleep like baby, an' don't worry any more."
"You ain't goin' away while I'm sick?" she asked, following him with her eyes, unnaturally large.
"I won't never go 'way again if you don't want me to," he replied.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" she sighed restfully.
He was turning to go when she wailed reproachfully, "Pap, you didn't kiss baby!"
Anson turned and came back. "She's sleepin', an' I thought it wasn't right to kiss a girl without she said so."
This made Flaxen smile, and Anson went out with a lighter heart than he had had for two years. Kendall met him utside and said confidentially:
"I don't s'pose it was just the thing for me to do; but—confound it! I never could stand a sick-room, anyway. I couldn't do any good, anyway—just been in the way. She'll get over her mad in a few days. Think so?"
But she did not. Her singular and sudden dislike of him continued, and though she passively submitted to his being in the room, she would not speak a word to him nor look at him as long as she could avoid it; and when he approachedthe baby or took it in his arms a jealous frown came on her face.
As for Anson, he grew to hate the sound of that little chuckle of Kendall's; the part in the man's hair and the hang of his cut-away coat made him angry. The trim legs, a little bowed, the big cuffs hiding the small, cold hands, and the peculiar set of his faultless collar, grew daily more insupportable.
"Say, looky here, Kendall," said he in desperation one day, "I wish you didn't like me quite so well. We don't hitch first rate—at least, I don't. Seems to me you're neglectin' your business too much."
He was going to tell him to keep away, but he relented as he looked down at the harmless little man, with his thin, boyish face.
"Oh, my business is all right. Gregory looks after it mostly, anyhow. But, I say, if you wanted to go into the dray business, there's a first-class opening now. Clark wants to sell."
It ended in Anson seeing Clark and buying out his line of drays, turning inhis claim toward the payment—a transaction which made Flaxen laugh for joy, for she had not felt certain before that he would remain in St. Peter. She was getting about the house now, looking very wifely in her long, warm wraps, her slow motions contrasting strongly with the old restless, springing steps Anson remembered so well.
Night after night, as he sat beside the fire and held baby, listening to the changed voice of his girl and watching the grave, new expressions of her face, the tooth of time took hold upon him powerfully, and he would feel his shaggy head and think, "I'll soon be gray, soon be gray!" while the little one cooed, and sprang, and pulled at his beard, which had grown long again and had white hairs in it.
Kendall spent most of his time at the store, or downtown somewhere, and so all of those long, delicious winter evenings were Flaxen's and Anson's. And his enjoyment of them was pathetic. The cheerful little sitting-room, the opengrate, the gracious, ever-growing womanliness of Elga, the pressure of soft little limbs, and the babble of a liquid baby language, were like the charm of an unexpected Indian-summer day between two gray November storms.
CHAPTER XIV.
KENDALL STEPS OUT.
One night Kendall did not come home, but as he had been talking of going to St. Paul they were not disturbed about it—in fact, they both took but very mild interest in his coming or going. In the morning, while they were at breakfast, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in," shouted Anson in the Western way, not rising.
McDaniel, the county sheriff, entered.
"Where's Kendall?" he asked without ceremony.
"I don't know; went away yesterday."
The sheriff looked at his companion. "Skipped between two days."
"What's up?" asked Anson, while Elgastared and baby reached slyly for the sugar-bowl.
"Nothing," the sheriff said in a tone which meant everything. "Come out here," he said to Anson. Anson went out with him, and he told him that Kendall had purchased goods on credit and gambled the money away, and was ruined.
His stock of goods was seized, and the house was saved only through the firmness of Anson.
Flaxen shut her lips and said nothing, and he could not read her silence. One day she came to him with a letter.
"Read that!" she exclaimed scornfully. He saw that it was dated from Eau Claire, Wisconsin:
Dear Darling Wife: I'm all right here with father. It was all Gregory's fault—he was always betting on something. I'm coming back as soon as the old man can raise the money to pay Fitch. Don't worry about me. They can't take the house, anyway. You might rent the house, sell the furniture on the sly, and come back here. The old man will give me another show. I don't owe morethan a thousand dollars, anyway. Write soon. Your lovingWill.
Dear Darling Wife: I'm all right here with father. It was all Gregory's fault—he was always betting on something. I'm coming back as soon as the old man can raise the money to pay Fitch. Don't worry about me. They can't take the house, anyway. You might rent the house, sell the furniture on the sly, and come back here. The old man will give me another show. I don't owe morethan a thousand dollars, anyway. Write soon. Your loving
Will.
She did not need to say what she thought of the advice the little villain gave.
Anson went quietly on with his work, making a living for himself and Flaxen and baby. It never occurred to either of them that any other arrangement was necessary. Kendall wrote once or twice a month for a while, saying each time, "I'll come back and settle up," and asking her to come to him; but she did not reply, and never referred to him outside her home, and when others inquired after him she replied evasively:
"He's in Wisconsin somewhere; I don't know where."
"Is he coming back?"
"I don't know."
She often spoke of Bert, and complained of his silence. Once she said:
"I guess he's forgot us, pap."
"I guess not. More likely he's thinkin' we've fergot him. He'll turn up somebright mornin' with a pocketful o' rocks. He ain't no spring chicken, Bert ain't." ("All the same, I wish't he'd write," Anson said to himself.)
The sad death of Kendall came to them without much disturbing force. He had been out of their lives so long that when Anson came in with the paper and letter telling of the accident, and with his instinctive delicacy left her alone to read the news, Flaxen was awed and saddened, but had little sense of personal pain and loss.
"Young Kendall," the newspaper went on under its scare-heads, "was on a visit to La Crosse, and while skating with a party on the bayou, where the La Crosse River empties into the Father of Waters, skated into an air-hole. The two young ladies with him were rescued, but the fated man was swept under the ice. He was the son," etc.
When Anson came back Flaxen sat with the letter in her hand and the paper on her lap. She was meditating deeply, butwhat was in her mind Anson never knew. She had grown more and more reticent of late. She sighed, rose, and resumed her evening tasks.
CHAPTER XV.
BERT COMES BACK.
One raw March evening, when the wind was roaring among the gray branches of the maples like a lion in wrath, some one knocked on the door.
"Come in!" shouted Anson, who was giving baby her regular ride on his boots.
"Come in!" added Flaxen.
Gearheart walked in slowly, closed the door behind his back, and stood devouring the cheerful scene. He was poorly dressed and wore a wide, limp hat; they did not know him till he bared his head.
"Bert!" yelled Anson, tossing the baby to his shoulder and leaping toward his chum, tramping and shaking and clapping like a madman, scaring the child.
"My gosh-all-hemlock! I'm glad tosee ye! Gimme that paw again. Come to the fire. This is Flaxie" (as though he had not had his eyes on her face all the time). "Be'n sick?"
Bert's hollow cough prompted this question.
"Yes. Had some kind of a fever down in Arizony. Oh, I'm all right now," he added in reply to an anxious look from Flaxen.
"An' this is—"
"Baby—Elsie," she replied, putting a finishing touch to the little one's dress, mother-like.
"Where's he?" he asked a little later.
Anson replied with a little gesture, which silenced Bert at the same time that it explained. And when Flaxen was busy a few moments later, Anson said:
"Gone up the spout."
At the table they grew quite gay, talking over old times, and Bert's pale face grew rosier, catching a reflection of the happy faces opposite.
"Say, Bert, do you remember the time you threw that pan o' biscuits I madeout into the grass an' killed every dog in the township?" Then they roared.
"I remember your flapjacks that always split open in the middle, an' no amount o' heat could cook 'em inside," Bert replied.
Then they grew sober again when Bert said with a pensive cadence: "Well, I tell you, those were days of hard work; but many's the time I've looked back at 'em these last three years, wishin' they'd never ended an' that we'd never got scattered."
"We won't be again, will we, pap?"
"Not if I can help it," Anson replied.
"But how are you, Bert? Rich?"
Bert put his hand into his pocket and laid a handful of small coins on the table.
"That's the size o' my pile—four dollars," he said, smiling faintly; "the whole o' my three years' work."
"Well, never mind, ol' man. I've got a chance fer yeh. Still an ol' bach?"
"Still an old bach." He looked at Flaxen, irresistibly drawn to her face.She dropped her eyes; she could not have told why.
And so "Wood & Gearheart" was painted on the sides of the drays, and they all continued to live in the little yellow cottage, enjoying life much more than the men, at least, had ever dared to hope; and little Elsie grew to be a "great girl," and a nuisance with her desire to "yide" with "g'an'pap."
There is no spot more delightful in early April than the sunny side of the barn, and Ans and Bert felt this, though they did not say it. The eaves were dripping, the doves cooing, the hens singing their harsh-throated, weirdly suggestive songs, and the thrilling warmth and vitality of the sun and wind of spring made the great, rude fellows shudder with a strange delight. Anson held out his palm to catch the sunshine in it, took off his hat to feel the wind, and mused:
"This is a great world—and a great day. I wish't it was always spring."
"Say," began Bert abruptly, "it seemspretty well understood that you're her father—but where do I come in?"
"You ought to be her husband." A light leaped into the younger man's face. "But go slow," Anson went on gravely. "This package is marked 'Glass; handle with care.'"
The End.
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With 23 Illustrations byE. W. Kemble, and Portrait of the Author. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50."The book is in the characteristic vein which has made the author so famous and popular as an interpreter of plantation character."—Rochester Union and Advertiser."Those who never tire of Uncle Remus and his stories—with whom we would be accounted—will delight in Joe Maxwell and his exploits."—London Saturday Review."Altogether a most charming book."—Chicago Times."Really a valuable, if modest, contribution to the history of the civil war within the Confederate lines, particularly on the eve of the catastrophe. Two or three new animal fables are introduced with effect; but the history of the plantation, the printing-office, the black runaways, and white deserters, of whom the impending break-up made the community tolerant, the coon and fox hunting, forms the serious purpose of the book, and holds the reader's interest from beginning to end."—New York Evening Post.UNCLE REMUS:His Songs and his Sayings.The Folk-lore of the Old Plantation. ByJoel Chandler Harris.Illustrated from Drawings byF. S. ChurchandJ. H. Moser, of Georgia. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50."The idea of preserving and publishing these legends, in the form in which the old plantation negroes actually tell them, is altogether one of the happiest literary conceptions of the day. And very admirably is the work done.… In such touches lies the charm of this fascinating little volume of legends, which deserves to be placed on a level withReincke Fuchsfor its quaint humor, without reference to the ethnological interest possessed by these stories, as indicating, perhaps, a common origin for very widely severed races."—London Spectator."We are just discovering what admirable literary material there is at home, what a great mine there is to explore, and how quaint and peculiar is the material which can be dug up. Mr. Harris's book may be looked on in a double light—either as a pleasant volume recounting the stories told by a typical old colored man to a child, or as a valuable contribution to our somewhat meager folk-lore.… To Northern readers the story of Brer (Brother—Brudder) Rabbit may be novel. To those familiar with plantation life, who have listened to these quaint old stories, who have still tender reminiscences of some good old mauma who told these wondrous adventures to them when they were children, Brer Rabbit, the Tar Baby, and Brer Fox come back again with all the past pleasures of younger days."—New York Times."Uncle Remus's sayings on current happenings are very shrewd and bright, and the plantation and revival songs are choice specimens of their sort."—Boston Journal.THE LAST WORDS OF THOMAS CARLYLE.IncludingWotton Reinfred, Carlyle's only essay in fiction; theExcursion (Futile Enough) to Paris; and letters from Thomas Carlyle, also letters from Mrs. Carlyle, to a personal friend. With Portrait. 12mo. Cloth, gilt top, $1.75."The interest of 'Wotton Reinfred' to me is considerable, from the sketches which it contains of particular men and women, most of whom I knew and could, if necessary, identify. The story, too, is taken generally from real life, and perhaps Carlyle did not finish it, from the sense that it could not be published while the persons and things could be recognized. That objection to the publication no longer exists. Eveybody is dead whose likenesses have been drawn, and the incidents stated have long been forgotten."—James Anthony Froude."'Wotton Reinfred' is interesting as a historical document. It gives Carlyle before he had adopted his peculiar manner, and yet there are some characteristic bits—especially at the beginning—in the Sartor Resartus vein. I take it that these are reminiscences of Irving and of the Thackeray circle, and there is a curious portrait of Coleridge, not very thinly veiled. There is enough autobiography, too, of interest in its way."—Leslie Stephen."No complete edition of the Sage of Chelsea will be able to ignore these manuscripts."—Pall Mall Gazette.MEN, MINES, AND ANIMALS IN SOUTH AFRICA.ByLord Randolph S. Churchill.With Portrait, Sixty-five Illustrations, and a Map. 8vo. 337 pages. Cloth, $5.00."The subject-matter of the book is of unsurpassed interest to all who either travel in new countries, to see for themselves the new civilizations, or follow closely the experiences of such travelers. And Lord Randolph's eccentricities are by no means such as to make his own reports of what he saw in the new states of South Africa any the less interesting than his active eyes and his vigorous pen naturally make them."—Brooklyn Eagle."Lord Randolph Churchill's pages are full of diversified adventures and experience, from any part of which interesting extracts could be collected.… A thoroughly attractive book."—London Telegraph."Provided with amusing illustrations, which always fall short of caricature, but perpetually suggest mirthful entertainment."—Philadelphia Ledger."The book is the better for having been written somewhat in the line of journalism. It is a volume of travel containing the results of a journalist's trained observation and intelligent reflection upon political affairs. Such a work is a great improvement upon the ordinary book of travel. Lord Randolph Churchill thoroughly enjoyed his experiences in the African bush, and has produced a record of his journey and exploration which has hardly a dull page in it."—New York Tribune.LIFE IN ANCIENT EGYPT AND ASSYRIA.ByG. Maspéro,late Director of Archæology in Egypt, and Member of the Institute of France. Translated byAlice Morton. With 188 Illustrations. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50."A lucid sketch, at once popular and learned, of daily life in Egypt in the time of Rameses II, and of Assyria in that of Assurbanipal.… As an Orientalist, M. Maspéro stands in the front rank, and his learning is so well digested and so admirably subdued to the service of popular exposition, that it nowhere overwhelms and always interests the reader."—London Times."Only a writer who had distinguished himself as a student of Egyptian and Assyrian antiquities could have produced this work, which has none of the features of a modern book of travels in the East, but is an attempt to deal with ancient life as if one had been a contemporary with the people whose civilization and social usages are very largely restored."—Boston Herald."The ancient artists are copied with the utmost fidelity, and verify the narrative so attractively presented."—Cincinnati Times-Star.THE THREE PROPHETS:Chinese Gordon; Mohammed-Ahmed; Araby Pasha.Events before, during, and after the Bombardment of Alexandria. By ColonelChaille-Long,ex-Chief of Staff to Gordon in Africa, ex-United States Consular Agent in Alexandria, etc. With Portraits. 16mo. Paper, 50 cents."Comprises the observations of a man who, by reason of his own military experience in Egypt, ought to know whereof he speaks."—Washington Post."Throws an entirely new light upon the troubles which have so long agitated Egypt, and upon their real significance."—Chicago Times.THE MEMOIRS OF AN ARABIAN PRINCESS.ByEmily Ruete,néePrincess of Oman and Zanzibar. Translated from the German. 12mo. Cloth, 75 cents."A remarkably interesting little volume.… As a picture of Oriental court life, and manners and customs in the Orient, by one who is to the manner born, the book is prolific in entertainment and edification."—Boston Gazette."The interest of the book centers chiefly in its minute description of the daily life of the household from the time of rising until the time of retiring, giving the most complete details of dress, meals, ceremonies, feasts, weddings, funerals, education, slave service, amusements, in fact everything connected with the daily and yearly routine of life."—Utica (N. Y.) Herald.THE SOVEREIGNS AND COURTS OF EUROPE.The Home and Court Life and Characteristics of the Reigning Families. By"Politikos."With many Portraits. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50."A remarkably able book.… A great deal of the inner history of Europe is to be found in the work, and it is illustrated by admirable portraits."—The Athenæum."Its chief merit is that it gives a new view of several sovereigns.… The anonymous author seems to have sources of information that are not open to the foreign correspondents who generally try to convey the impression that they are on terms of intimacy with royalty."—San Francisco Chronicle."The anonymous author of these sketches of the reigning sovereigns of Europe appears to have gathered a good deal of curious information about their private lives, manners, and customs, and has certainly in several instances had access to unusual sources. The result is a volume which furnishes views of the kings and queens concerned far fuller and more intimate than can be found elsewhere."—New York Tribune."… A book that would give the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (so far as such comprehensive accuracy is possible), about these exalted personages, so often heard about but so seldom seen by ordinary mortals, was a desideratum, and this book seems well fitted to satisfy the demand. The author is a well-known writer on questions indicated by his pseudonym."—Montreal Gazette."A very handy book of reference."—Boston Transcript.MY CANADIAN JOURNAL, 1872-'78.ByLady Dufferin.Extracts from letters home written while Lord Dufferin was Governor-General of Canada. With Portrait, Map, and Illustrations from sketches by Lord Dufferin. 12mo. Cloth, $2.00."A graphic and intensely interesting portraiture of out-door life in the Dominion, and will become, we are confident, one of the standard works on the Dominion.… It is a charming volume."—Boston Traveller."In every place and under every condition of circumstances the Marchioness shows herself to be a true lady, without reference to her title. Her book is most entertaining, and the abounding good-humor of every page must stir a sympathetic spirit in its readers."—Philadelphia Bulletin."The many readers of Lady Dufferin's Journal of 'Our Vice-Regal Life in India' will welcome this similar record from the same vivacious pen, although it concerns a period antecedent to the other, and takes one back many years. The book consists of extracts from letters written home by Lady Dufferin to her friends (her mother chiefly) while her husband was Governor-General of Canada; and describes her experiences in the same chatty and charming style with which readers were before made familiar."—Cincinnati Commercial-Gazette.HAND-BOOKS OF SOCIAL USAGES.SOCIAL ETIQUETTE OF NEW YORK.Rewritten and enlarged. 18mo. Cloth, gilt, $1.00.Special pains have been taken to make this work represent accurately existing customs in New York society. The subjects treated are of visiting and visiting-cards, giving and attending balls, receptions, dinners, etc., débuts, chaperons, weddings, opera and theatre parties, costumes and customs, addresses and signatures, and funeral customs, covering so far as practicable all social usages.DON'T;or, Directions for avoiding Improprieties in Conduct and Common Errors of Speech.ByCensor.Parchment-Paper Edition, square l8mo, 30 cents.Vest-Pocket Edition, cloth, flexible, gilt edges, red lines, 30 cents.Boudoir Edition(with a new chapter designed for young people), cloth, gilt, 30 cents. 130th thousand."Don't" deals with manners at the table, in the drawing-room, and in public, with taste in dress, with personal habits, with common mistakes in various situations in life, and with ordinary errors of speech.WHAT TO DO.A Companion to "Don't." ByMrs. Oliver Bell Bunce. Small 18mo, cloth, gilt, uniform withBoudoir Editionof "Don't," 30 cents.A dainty little book, containing helpful and practical explanations of social usages and rules. It tells the reader how to entertain and how to be entertained, and it sets forth the etiquette of engagements and marriages, introductions and calls."GOOD FORM" IN ENGLAND.ByAn American, resident in the United Kingdom. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50."Theraison d'êtreof this book is to provide Americans—and especially those visiting England—with a concise, comprehensive, and comprehensible hand-book which will give them all necessary information respecting 'how things are' in England."—From the Preface.HINTS ABOUT MEN'S DRESS:Right Principles Economically Applied.By aNew York Clubman. 18mo. Parchment-paper, 30 cents.A useful manual, especially for young men desirous of dressing economically and yet according to the canons of good taste.New York: D. APPLETON & CO., 1, 3, and 5 Bond Street.
TOURMALIN'S TIME CHEQUES.ByF. Anstey, author of "Vice Versâ," "The Giant's Robe," etc.
"Its author has struck another rich vein of whimsicality and humor."—San Francisco Argonaut.
"His special gift is in making the impossible appear probable."—St. Louis Republic
"A curious conceit and very entertaining story."—Boston Advertiser.
"Each cheque is good for several laughs."—New York Herald.
"Certainly one of the most diverting books of the season."—Brooklyn Times.
"Sets a handsome example for the 'Summer Series,' with its neat and portable style of half cloth binding and good paper and typography."—Brooklyn Eagle.
FROM SHADOW TO SUNLIGHT.By theMarquise of Lorne.
"In these days of princely criticism—that is to say, criticism of princes—it is refreshing to meet a really good bit of aristocratic literary work, albeit the author is only a prince-in-law.… The theme chosen by the Marquis makes his story attractive to Americans."—Chicago Tribune.
"A charming book."—Cincinnati Enquirer.
ADOPTING AN ABANDONED FARM.ByKate Sanborn.
"It may be mythical, but it reads like a true narrative taken from a strong memory that has been re-enforced by a diary and corrected by the parish register. It is not only as natural as life, but, as Josh Billings used to say, 'even more so.'"—New York Journal of Commerce.
"A sunny, pungent, humorous sketch.… A bright, amusing book, which is thoughtful as well as amusing, and may stimulate, somewhere, thinking that shall bear fruit in some really effective remedial action."—Chicago Times.
ON THE LAKE OF LUCERNE, AND OTHER STORIES.ByBeatrice Whitby.
"Six short stories carefully and conscientiously finished, and told with the graceful ease of the practicedraconteur."—Literary Digest.
"The stories are pleasantly told in light and delicate vein, and are sure to be acceptable to the friends Miss Whitby has already made on this side of the Atlantic."—Philadelphia Bulletin.
"Very dainty, not only in mechanical workmanship but in matter and manner."—Boston Advertiser.
Each, 16mo, half cloth, with specially designed cover, 50 cents.
STEPHEN ELLICOTT'S DAUGHTER.ByMrs. J. H. Needell, author of "The Story of Philip Methuen." 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"I am desirous to bear my humble testimony to the great ability and high aim of the work."—Hon.W. E. Gladstone.
"From first to last an exceptionally strong and beautiful story."—London Spectator.
ONE REASON WHY.ByBeatrice Whitby, author of "The Awakening of Mary Fenwick," "Part of the Property," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"A remarkably well-written story.… The author makes her people speak the language of every-day life, and a vigorous and attractive realism pervades the book, which provides excellent entertainment from beginning to end."—Boston Saturday Evening Gazette.
THE TRAGEDY OF IDA NOBLE.ByW. Clark Russell, author of "The Wreck of the Grosvenor," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"The best sea-story since 'The Wreck of the Grosvenor.' It shows a determination to abandon the well-worn tracks of fiction and to evolve a new and striking plot.… There is no sign of exhausted imagination in this strong tale."—Philadelphia Public Ledger.
THE JOHNSTOWN STAGE AND OTHER STORIES.ByRobert H. Fletcher, author of "A Blind Bargain," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cts.; cloth, $1.00.
"A collection of as charming short stories as one could wish to find, most of them Western in scene."—San Francisco Argonaut.
"Nine real stories, not studies of character, but narratives of interest … vivaciously and pleasantly told."—Boston Pilot.
A WIDOWER INDEED.ByRhoda BroughtonandElizabeth Bisland.12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"Done with masterly skill. The whole work is strong and well worth reading."—New York Journal of Commerce.
"The story is written with great strength, and possesses a powerful interest that never flags."—Boston Home Journal.
THE FLIGHT OF THE SHADOW.ByGeorge MacDonald, author of "Malcolm," "Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"It is extremely entertaining, contains a charming love-story, and is beautifully written, like everything from Mr. MacDonald's pen."—St. Paul Pioneer-Press.
LOVE OR MONEY.ByKatharine Lee, author of "A Western Wildflower," "In London Town," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"In point of cleverness this novel is quite up to the standard of the excellent Town and Country Library in which it appears. Most of the characters are well drawn, and there are some singularly strong scenes in the book."—Charleston News and Courier.
NOT ALL IN VAIN.ByAda Cambridge, author of "The Three Miss Kings," "My Guardian," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"A worthy companion to the best of the author's former efforts, and in some respects superior to any of them."—Detroit Free Press.
"A better story has not been published in many moons."—Philadelphia Inquirer.
IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY.ByFrederick Marshall, author of "Claire Brandon." 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"An odd, fantastic tale, whose controlling agency is an occult power which the world thus far has doubted and wondered at alternately rather than studied."—Chicago Times.
"A psychological story of very powerful interest"—Boston Home Journal.
MY GUARDIAN.ByAda Cambridge, author of "The Three Miss Kings," "Not All in Vain," etc. 12mo. Paper, 50 cents; cloth, $1.00.
"A story which will, from first to last, enlist the sympathies of the reader by its simplicity of style and fresh, genuine feeling.… The author isau faitat the delineation of character.—Boston Transcript.
"Thedénoûmentis all that the most ardent romance-reader could desire."—Chicago Evening Journal.
ELINE VERE.ByLouis Couperus.Translated from the Dutch byJ. T. Grein. With an Introduction byEdmund Gosse. Holland Fiction Series. 12mo. Cloth, $1.00.
"The established authorities in art and literature retain their exclusive place in dictionaries and hand-books long after the claim of their juniors to be observed with attention has been practically conceded at home. For this reason, partly, and partly also because the mental life of Holland receives little attention in this country, no account has yet been taken of the revolution in Dutch taste which has occupied the last six or seven yean. I believe that the present occasion is the first on which it has been brought to the notice of any English-speaking public.… 'Eline Vere' is an admirable performance."—Edmund Gosse,in Introduction.
"Most careful in its details of description, most picturesque in its coloring."—Boston Post.
"A vivacious and skillful performance, giving an evidently faithful picture of society, and evincing the art of a true story-teller."—Philadelphia Telegraph.
"Those who associate Dutch characters and Dutch thought with ideas of the purely phlegmatic, will read with astonishment and pleasure the oft-times stirring and passionate sentences of this novel."—Public Opinion.
"Thedénoûmentis tragical, thrilling, and picturesque."—New York World.
"If modern Dutch literature has other books as good as this to offer, we hope that they will soon find a translator."—Chicago Evening Journal.
A PURITAN PAGAN.ByJulien Gordon,author of "A Diplomat's Diary," etc. 12mo. Cloth, $1.00.
"Mrs. Van Rensselaer Cruger grows stronger as she writes.… The lines in her story are boldly and vigorously etched."—New York Times.
"The author's recent books have made for her a secure place in current literature, where she can stand fast.… Her latest production, 'A Puritan Pagan,' is an eminently clever story, in the best sense of the word clever."—Philadelphia Telegraph.
"Has already made its mark as a popular story, and will have an abundance of readers.… It contains some useful lessons that will repay the thoughtful study of persons of both sexes."—New York Journal of Commerce.
"This brilliant novel will without doubt add to the repute of the writer who chooses to be known as Julien Gordon.… The ethical purpose of the author is kept fully in evidence through a series of intensely interesting situations."—Boston Beacon.
"It is obvious that the author is thoroughly at home in illustrating the manner and the sentiment of the best society of both America and Europe."—Chicago Times.
THE FAITH DOCTOR.ByEdward Eggleston,author of "The Hoosier Schoolmaster," "The Circuit Rider," etc. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
"An excellent piece of work.… With each new novel the author of 'The Hoosier Schoolmaster' enlarges his audience, and surprises old friends by reserve forces unsuspected. Sterling integrity of character and high moral motives illuminate Dr. Eggleston's fiction, and assure its place in the literature of America which is to stand as a worthy reflex of the best thoughts of this age."—New York World.
"One ofthenovels of the decade."—Rochester Union and Advertiser.
"It is extremely fortunate that the fine subject indicated in the title should have fallen into such competent hands."—Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
"Much skill is shown by the author in making these 'fads' the basis of a novel of great interest.… One who tries to keep in the current of good novel-reading must certainly find time to read 'The Faith Doctor.'"—Buffalo Commercial.
"A vivid and life-like transcript from several phases of society. Devoid of literary affectation and pretense, it is a wholesome American novel well worthy of the popularity which it has won."—Philadelphia Inquirer.
"The author of 'The Hoosier Schoolmaster' has enhanced his reputation by this beautiful and touching study of the character of a girl to love whom proved a liberal education to both of her admirers."—London Athenæum.
AN UTTER FAILURE.ByMiriam Coles Harris,author of "Rutledge." 12mo. Cloth, $1.25.
"A story with an elaborate plot, worked out with great cleverness and with the skill of an experienced artist in fiction. The interest is strong and at times very dramatic.… Those who were attracted by 'Rutledge' will give hearty welcome to this story, and find it fully as enjoyable as that once immensely popular novel."—Boston Saturday Evening Gazette.
"The pathos of this tale is profound, the movement highly dramatic, the moral elevating."—New York World.
"In this new story the author has done some of the best work that she has ever given to the public, and it will easily class among the most meritorious and most original novels of the year."—Boston Home Journal.
"The author of 'Rutledge' does not often send out a new volume, but when she does it is always a literary event.… Her previous books were sketchy and slight when compared with the finished and trained power evidenced in 'An Utter Failure.'"—New Haven Palladium.
"Exhibits the same literary excellence that made the success of the author's first book."—San Francisco Argonaut.
"American girls with a craving for titled husbands will find instructive reading in this story."—Boston Traveller.
ON THE PLANTATION.ByJoel Chandler Harris,author of "Uncle Remus." With 23 Illustrations byE. W. Kemble, and Portrait of the Author. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
"The book is in the characteristic vein which has made the author so famous and popular as an interpreter of plantation character."—Rochester Union and Advertiser.
"Those who never tire of Uncle Remus and his stories—with whom we would be accounted—will delight in Joe Maxwell and his exploits."—London Saturday Review.
"Altogether a most charming book."—Chicago Times.
"Really a valuable, if modest, contribution to the history of the civil war within the Confederate lines, particularly on the eve of the catastrophe. Two or three new animal fables are introduced with effect; but the history of the plantation, the printing-office, the black runaways, and white deserters, of whom the impending break-up made the community tolerant, the coon and fox hunting, forms the serious purpose of the book, and holds the reader's interest from beginning to end."—New York Evening Post.
UNCLE REMUS:His Songs and his Sayings.The Folk-lore of the Old Plantation. ByJoel Chandler Harris.Illustrated from Drawings byF. S. ChurchandJ. H. Moser, of Georgia. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
"The idea of preserving and publishing these legends, in the form in which the old plantation negroes actually tell them, is altogether one of the happiest literary conceptions of the day. And very admirably is the work done.… In such touches lies the charm of this fascinating little volume of legends, which deserves to be placed on a level withReincke Fuchsfor its quaint humor, without reference to the ethnological interest possessed by these stories, as indicating, perhaps, a common origin for very widely severed races."—London Spectator.
"We are just discovering what admirable literary material there is at home, what a great mine there is to explore, and how quaint and peculiar is the material which can be dug up. Mr. Harris's book may be looked on in a double light—either as a pleasant volume recounting the stories told by a typical old colored man to a child, or as a valuable contribution to our somewhat meager folk-lore.… To Northern readers the story of Brer (Brother—Brudder) Rabbit may be novel. To those familiar with plantation life, who have listened to these quaint old stories, who have still tender reminiscences of some good old mauma who told these wondrous adventures to them when they were children, Brer Rabbit, the Tar Baby, and Brer Fox come back again with all the past pleasures of younger days."—New York Times.
"Uncle Remus's sayings on current happenings are very shrewd and bright, and the plantation and revival songs are choice specimens of their sort."—Boston Journal.
THE LAST WORDS OF THOMAS CARLYLE.IncludingWotton Reinfred, Carlyle's only essay in fiction; theExcursion (Futile Enough) to Paris; and letters from Thomas Carlyle, also letters from Mrs. Carlyle, to a personal friend. With Portrait. 12mo. Cloth, gilt top, $1.75.
"The interest of 'Wotton Reinfred' to me is considerable, from the sketches which it contains of particular men and women, most of whom I knew and could, if necessary, identify. The story, too, is taken generally from real life, and perhaps Carlyle did not finish it, from the sense that it could not be published while the persons and things could be recognized. That objection to the publication no longer exists. Eveybody is dead whose likenesses have been drawn, and the incidents stated have long been forgotten."—James Anthony Froude.
"'Wotton Reinfred' is interesting as a historical document. It gives Carlyle before he had adopted his peculiar manner, and yet there are some characteristic bits—especially at the beginning—in the Sartor Resartus vein. I take it that these are reminiscences of Irving and of the Thackeray circle, and there is a curious portrait of Coleridge, not very thinly veiled. There is enough autobiography, too, of interest in its way."—Leslie Stephen.
"No complete edition of the Sage of Chelsea will be able to ignore these manuscripts."—Pall Mall Gazette.
MEN, MINES, AND ANIMALS IN SOUTH AFRICA.ByLord Randolph S. Churchill.With Portrait, Sixty-five Illustrations, and a Map. 8vo. 337 pages. Cloth, $5.00.
"The subject-matter of the book is of unsurpassed interest to all who either travel in new countries, to see for themselves the new civilizations, or follow closely the experiences of such travelers. And Lord Randolph's eccentricities are by no means such as to make his own reports of what he saw in the new states of South Africa any the less interesting than his active eyes and his vigorous pen naturally make them."—Brooklyn Eagle.
"Lord Randolph Churchill's pages are full of diversified adventures and experience, from any part of which interesting extracts could be collected.… A thoroughly attractive book."—London Telegraph.
"Provided with amusing illustrations, which always fall short of caricature, but perpetually suggest mirthful entertainment."—Philadelphia Ledger.
"The book is the better for having been written somewhat in the line of journalism. It is a volume of travel containing the results of a journalist's trained observation and intelligent reflection upon political affairs. Such a work is a great improvement upon the ordinary book of travel. Lord Randolph Churchill thoroughly enjoyed his experiences in the African bush, and has produced a record of his journey and exploration which has hardly a dull page in it."—New York Tribune.
LIFE IN ANCIENT EGYPT AND ASSYRIA.ByG. Maspéro,late Director of Archæology in Egypt, and Member of the Institute of France. Translated byAlice Morton. With 188 Illustrations. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
"A lucid sketch, at once popular and learned, of daily life in Egypt in the time of Rameses II, and of Assyria in that of Assurbanipal.… As an Orientalist, M. Maspéro stands in the front rank, and his learning is so well digested and so admirably subdued to the service of popular exposition, that it nowhere overwhelms and always interests the reader."—London Times.
"Only a writer who had distinguished himself as a student of Egyptian and Assyrian antiquities could have produced this work, which has none of the features of a modern book of travels in the East, but is an attempt to deal with ancient life as if one had been a contemporary with the people whose civilization and social usages are very largely restored."—Boston Herald.
"The ancient artists are copied with the utmost fidelity, and verify the narrative so attractively presented."—Cincinnati Times-Star.
THE THREE PROPHETS:Chinese Gordon; Mohammed-Ahmed; Araby Pasha.Events before, during, and after the Bombardment of Alexandria. By ColonelChaille-Long,ex-Chief of Staff to Gordon in Africa, ex-United States Consular Agent in Alexandria, etc. With Portraits. 16mo. Paper, 50 cents.
"Comprises the observations of a man who, by reason of his own military experience in Egypt, ought to know whereof he speaks."—Washington Post.
"Throws an entirely new light upon the troubles which have so long agitated Egypt, and upon their real significance."—Chicago Times.
THE MEMOIRS OF AN ARABIAN PRINCESS.ByEmily Ruete,néePrincess of Oman and Zanzibar. Translated from the German. 12mo. Cloth, 75 cents.
"A remarkably interesting little volume.… As a picture of Oriental court life, and manners and customs in the Orient, by one who is to the manner born, the book is prolific in entertainment and edification."—Boston Gazette.
"The interest of the book centers chiefly in its minute description of the daily life of the household from the time of rising until the time of retiring, giving the most complete details of dress, meals, ceremonies, feasts, weddings, funerals, education, slave service, amusements, in fact everything connected with the daily and yearly routine of life."—Utica (N. Y.) Herald.
THE SOVEREIGNS AND COURTS OF EUROPE.The Home and Court Life and Characteristics of the Reigning Families. By"Politikos."With many Portraits. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
"A remarkably able book.… A great deal of the inner history of Europe is to be found in the work, and it is illustrated by admirable portraits."—The Athenæum.
"Its chief merit is that it gives a new view of several sovereigns.… The anonymous author seems to have sources of information that are not open to the foreign correspondents who generally try to convey the impression that they are on terms of intimacy with royalty."—San Francisco Chronicle.
"The anonymous author of these sketches of the reigning sovereigns of Europe appears to have gathered a good deal of curious information about their private lives, manners, and customs, and has certainly in several instances had access to unusual sources. The result is a volume which furnishes views of the kings and queens concerned far fuller and more intimate than can be found elsewhere."—New York Tribune.
"… A book that would give the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (so far as such comprehensive accuracy is possible), about these exalted personages, so often heard about but so seldom seen by ordinary mortals, was a desideratum, and this book seems well fitted to satisfy the demand. The author is a well-known writer on questions indicated by his pseudonym."—Montreal Gazette.
"A very handy book of reference."—Boston Transcript.
MY CANADIAN JOURNAL, 1872-'78.ByLady Dufferin.Extracts from letters home written while Lord Dufferin was Governor-General of Canada. With Portrait, Map, and Illustrations from sketches by Lord Dufferin. 12mo. Cloth, $2.00.
"A graphic and intensely interesting portraiture of out-door life in the Dominion, and will become, we are confident, one of the standard works on the Dominion.… It is a charming volume."—Boston Traveller.
"In every place and under every condition of circumstances the Marchioness shows herself to be a true lady, without reference to her title. Her book is most entertaining, and the abounding good-humor of every page must stir a sympathetic spirit in its readers."—Philadelphia Bulletin.
"The many readers of Lady Dufferin's Journal of 'Our Vice-Regal Life in India' will welcome this similar record from the same vivacious pen, although it concerns a period antecedent to the other, and takes one back many years. The book consists of extracts from letters written home by Lady Dufferin to her friends (her mother chiefly) while her husband was Governor-General of Canada; and describes her experiences in the same chatty and charming style with which readers were before made familiar."—Cincinnati Commercial-Gazette.
SOCIAL ETIQUETTE OF NEW YORK.Rewritten and enlarged. 18mo. Cloth, gilt, $1.00.
Special pains have been taken to make this work represent accurately existing customs in New York society. The subjects treated are of visiting and visiting-cards, giving and attending balls, receptions, dinners, etc., débuts, chaperons, weddings, opera and theatre parties, costumes and customs, addresses and signatures, and funeral customs, covering so far as practicable all social usages.
DON'T;or, Directions for avoiding Improprieties in Conduct and Common Errors of Speech.ByCensor.Parchment-Paper Edition, square l8mo, 30 cents.Vest-Pocket Edition, cloth, flexible, gilt edges, red lines, 30 cents.Boudoir Edition(with a new chapter designed for young people), cloth, gilt, 30 cents. 130th thousand.
"Don't" deals with manners at the table, in the drawing-room, and in public, with taste in dress, with personal habits, with common mistakes in various situations in life, and with ordinary errors of speech.
WHAT TO DO.A Companion to "Don't." ByMrs. Oliver Bell Bunce. Small 18mo, cloth, gilt, uniform withBoudoir Editionof "Don't," 30 cents.
A dainty little book, containing helpful and practical explanations of social usages and rules. It tells the reader how to entertain and how to be entertained, and it sets forth the etiquette of engagements and marriages, introductions and calls.
"GOOD FORM" IN ENGLAND.ByAn American, resident in the United Kingdom. 12mo. Cloth, $1.50.
"Theraison d'êtreof this book is to provide Americans—and especially those visiting England—with a concise, comprehensive, and comprehensible hand-book which will give them all necessary information respecting 'how things are' in England."—From the Preface.
HINTS ABOUT MEN'S DRESS:Right Principles Economically Applied.By aNew York Clubman. 18mo. Parchment-paper, 30 cents.
A useful manual, especially for young men desirous of dressing economically and yet according to the canons of good taste.
New York: D. APPLETON & CO., 1, 3, and 5 Bond Street.