Yes,—in answer to questions,—he was the lessee of the Bayview Hotel on the 10th of September last, on which day it was burned to the ground; and, if he did say it, there was no better conducted hotel along the shores of Samoset Bay.
Suggestion by His Honour that he please answer the questions as put, and reserve his own personal opinions and convictions to himself, received by the colonel with evident surprise and some little loss of dignity.
Then the colonel detailed, so far as he knew them, the events of the night of the fire; how he was first aroused by the cry of “Fire!” and how the first persons he encountered—within his very hotel, in fact—were the accused; how the smoke was even then pouring up from the basement windows, and that upon investigation he had found the whole basement floor to be on fire, so that it was already far beyond control.
Then there followed a detailed account of the fire, of the destruction of this section and that, and, finally, the utter collapse and ruin of the entire structure, with all that it had contained. The colonel did the scene full justice in his description, making an unmistakable impression on the minds of the assembled townsfolk.
Asked if he had seen any suspicious characters in or about the hotel on the day or night of the fire, the colonel said he had not; nor had any stranger who had not been subsequently accounted for come ashore from the steamers on that day.
Leaving at length the subject of the fire, County Attorney Perkins came down to the subject of the attempt to serve the warrants upon the boys at the camp and at the Warren cottage, the failure, the subsequent pursuit of the boys down the bay in theNancy Jane, and the final surrender of the yachtSprayin the middle of the bay.
It was clear that this part of the evidence would have great weight with the court. After the attorney’s questions he put several of his own, regarding the escape from Little Reach, and whether it must have been clear to the boys in the yacht that they were being pursued.
It was this testimony that made Mr. Warren breathe hardest, and put his hand to his head with a troubled look.
Squire Barker’s cross-examination was brief, but he made two telling points, which might have their influence. One was, that the boys had been very brave on the night of the fire, and had undoubtedly saved many lives. This the colonel reluctantly had to admit. The other, and far more important point, was the bringing out that early on the morning of the fire the colonel had seen that the yachtSurprisewas absent from her moorings, whereas the colonel had seen her lying there the afternoon preceding.
“Was it not common talk in the village that Harvey and his crew were missing the very morning after the fire?” inquired Squire Barker.
“It was,” answered the colonel.
“And did you not see all of the accused about the village for the entire day following the fire?”
“Yes.”
There was a buzz in the court-room, which indicated that this point had told.
“And is it not true,” continued Squire Barker, “that this Jack Harvey and his crew have not yet returned, are still missing?”
The colonel said he believed such was the case.
Asked why he had not secured their arrest, he responded that he felt sure he was on the right track, as he would prove by his witness, Squire Brackett.
And Squire Brackett, nothing loath, was the next witness. Having brought out, what everybody knew, that the squire was a property owner and a man of importance in his own village, the county attorney asked:
“And where were you shortly after midnight on the night of September 10th?”
“I was passing the Hotel Bayview on my way to the shore.”
“What did you see as you neared the hotel?”
“I saw a light in the billiard-room window, and went to the window and looked in.”
“Did you see any one in there?”
“I did.”
“And who were they?”
“These accused,” and the squire named in turn each of the six boys and pointed them out in court.
They, feeling the eyes of all turned toward them, the awful stillness of the court-room for the moment following the squire’s declaration, and oppressed more than ever by the hot, choking atmosphere of the stuffy little court, turned white and red by turns, wished that the floor would open beneath their feet and swallow them, and felt a burning sensation in their throats as though they were stifling.
“And how soon did you see flames coming up from the location of the hotel?”
“I could not say exactly; it might have been half an hour. I was out in the bay in my sloop.”
“Had you seen any suspicious characters in the village on that day?”
“I had not.”
Then the squire also recounted the events of the pursuit of the yachtSpray, the escape through Little Reach, and the subsequent surrender of the boys.
From Squire Barker it was brought out, as in the testimony of the colonel, the fact that after Harvey and his crew in the yachtSurprisehad suddenly set sail on the very morning of the fire, they had not been seen nor heard of since. This, the squire admitted, was common knowledge throughout the village.
Then there came to the stand Captain Sam, standing awkwardly, with a hard clutch on the rail in front of him, as if he were afraid of the court-house suddenly dipping and rolling on a breaker and spilling him overboard.
No, he had no objection to removing his tobacco in deference to the Court, and did so; but forgot that august presence before he had been testifying long, and took another and a bigger chew.
Did he know the accused?
Reckoned he did, with a haw-haw that shook the court-room.
Had he pursued them in his sloop theNancy Jane, in an endeavour to serve the warrants?
He had, and they worked their boat like sailors, if he did say it.
“And were you assisted in your pursuit by Colonel Witham and Squire Brackett?”
“Assisted!” drawled Captain Sam, and grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I dunno how much assisting you’d be pleased to call it, being as they were sick as a boy that had eaten a peck of green apples, and was sprawling around in the bottom of the boat like a couple of halibut just catched.”
Which, being pronounced by Captain Sam with the utmost gravity, produced such a decided impression on the audience of fisher-people and sailor-folk, that there was a roar throughout the court-room, at which His Honour announced that any such further interruption would be followed by the clearing of the room.
The squire and the colonel turned red in the face and looked rather foolish, inwardly wishing that Captain Sam was at the bottom of the bay.
Captain Sam, under further questioning, told again the story of that afternoon’s sailing, mentioning casually that the colonel had requested to be set ashore when theNancy Janewas out in the middle of the bay, which request, as Captain Sam explained, there being no land near by excepting that straight down under water, he was unable to grant.
Another titter through the court-room, the colonel and the squire blushing redder than ever.
It was embarrassing enough to Captain Sam to tell how he had put theNancy Janeaground in Little Reach, for he knew there was scarce a man or boy within the sound of his voice who wouldn’t vow to himself that, if he had been in Captain Sam’s place, he would have known better. It was really mortifying.
Squire Barker made the most of this, not because it could help his clients, but because it served in its way to put one of the people’s witnesses in a ridiculous light, and because it gave him a chance to show how smart a cross-examiner he could be, thereby elevating himself in the eyes and admiration of his townsfolk.
“So you got aground where these young men took their boat through all right, did you?” queried Squire Barker.
“I got aground,” snapped Captain Sam, sharply.
“And these young men took their boat through safe and sound?”
“I don’t know,” roared Captain Sam. “I didn’t see them.”
“But you saw them just a few minutes before that, didn’t you?”
“Guess I did.”
“And when you got to the entrance they were nowhere in sight, and therefore must have sailed through; they couldn’t have dragged theSprayover the rocks?”
“Suppose not.”
The colonel and the squire were rather enjoying this, and had plucked up spirits enough to titter with the rest at the discomfiture of Captain Sam.
“Then you tried to imitate these young men and go through as they did, but you didn’t seem to know the channel, and so got aground?”
“Channel!” roared Captain Sam, bellowing out the word in a rage and shaking a fist at the squire. “Channel, did you say? Haven’t I told you there wasn’t enough channel there to wash a sheep in? Didn’t I tell these two thick-headed numskulls”—pointing to the colonel and the squire—“that we’d get aground if we went in there? And didn’t they snarl at me like two old women, and accuse me of letting them ’ere boys get away? Didn’t I know we’d get aground in there, and didn’t these two seasick old pussy-cats make me go ahead and do it?”
Captain Sam, beside himself with indignation, roared this out so his voice could be heard far out in the street. In vain the court rapped for order. The whole court-room was convulsed, and, finally, His Honour, overcome with the situation, leaned back in his chair and laughed too.
Only the colonel and the squire, the butt of all the merriment, looked alternately at the floor and the ceiling, and mopped their faces with handkerchiefs as red as their cheeks.
At length, when order was restored, Judge Ellis said: “Captain Sam, you are excused. You are in contempt of court. The case will proceed without testimony from you.”
At which Captain Sam, feeling that he had in a measure vindicated his name and reputation, got down from the stand in a somewhat better frame of mind.
There followed several of the hotel guests, who had been duly summonsed to tell what they knew of the early stages of the fire, and whether they had seen any suspicious characters about the hotel or the village on that day. They made it very clear, together with the testimony of some of the villagers, that there had been no strange person seen in the town either on that day or the preceding or the following day, all of which argued, of course, that, if the fire was set, it was set by some one in the town, who was more or less known to every one.
On the other hand, it was definitely established by Squire Barker that Harvey and his crew had set sail in theSurprisewhile the hotel was still blazing furiously, for there were two of the villagers who lived down the island several miles from the hotel who testified to seeing theSurprisebeating down alongshore about daylight.
This was highly important, and yet the one essential thing was lacking, nor could it be supplied by any evidence at hand, that Harvey or any one of his crew had been seen about the hotel that night.
It was noon now, and time for recess. So His Honour announced an adjournment to half-past two that afternoon, and the crowd swarmed out-of-doors, leaving the flies in undisputed possession of the unclean windows.
It was hard for the boys to realize that at last they were under restraint; that they were not free to follow the crowd of villagers and their friends. The seriousness of the situation assumed an even more depressing aspect.
“Do you think he will hold them?” asked Mr. Warren, anxiously, of Squire Barker, as the little party, under the nominal charge of Captain Sam, sat in the anteroom of the court-house, trying to partake of a luncheon which had been provided, but for which nobody seemed to have any appetite.
“Well, I can’t say,” answered the squire, wisely. “But I’m a little afraid of it. I’m just a little afraid. You see, their getting into the hotel and being there just before the fire can’t be denied. And I suppose that His Honour will hold that it was really breaking and entering to get into the hotel in the night-time in the way they did. And then, even though it may have been accidental, the setting the fire, still, as it followed and grew out of their unlawful act, they can be held for setting the hotel on fire.”
This sentence, somewhat involved as it was, but delivered with sageness and an ominous shake of the head, set the boys to breathing hard, and more than one of them found himself swallowing a lump in his throat.
“But there isn’t the slightest evidence that we set the fire,” said young Joe.
“Yes,” answered the squire; “there’s what they call circumstantial evidence, and that is, the fact of your being in there just before it was discovered. It may not be enough to convict on, but the question that’s bothering now is, will it be enough to hold you over on, and I’m bound to say it does look just a little bad. However, we won’t give up. We’ll fight it out to the last.”
But just what there was to fight it out on, not one of them could for the life of him suggest.
The minutes, which seemed like hours, dragged wearily on, and the air in the stuffy little court-house seemed to grow denser and more unendurably stifling. One o’clock. Two o’clock. The hum of returning villagers became more loud. The hour for the resumption of the session was only thirty minutes away.
Suddenly there was the sound of light, quick, nervous footsteps along the hallway, the door was pushed open, and in there bounced a little old lady, whose thin face beamed and flushed with excitement under a bonnet, fashionably but rather youthfully trimmed with bright flowers, dressed in a gown quaintly cut, but giving evidence of the means of the wearer, and bearing on one arm a small basket and in the other hand a chatelaine-bag.
“Why, it’s Mrs. Newcome!” exclaimed Mrs. Warren, jumping up excitedly, and glad even of this interruption. “What can have brought you here?”
“Isn’t this a wicked shame!” cried the little old lady, paying no attention to Mrs. Warren’s question. “It’s just the cruellest thing I ever heard of, bringing these boys here. I’ll tell the judge that, too, if they’ll let me. Where is that old scamp, Colonel Witham, and that old mischief-maker, Squire Brackett? If I don’t give them a piece of my mind! I told Jerry about it all the way over, and you ought to have heard him growl. Here he is; just listen how angry he is.”
And Mrs. Newcome, unfastening the cover of the basket which she had been carrying, disclosed to view the aforesaid Jerry, lying within on a cushion. The cat, in corroboration of his mistress’s declaration, certainly did growl and snarl and then yowl dolorously; but whether as an endorsement of old Mrs. Newcome’s indignation, or whether giving vent to his own at being whisked about in a basket on a boiling hot day, no one but he could say positively.
“These boys didn’t set that fire,” snapped the old lady, decisively; “and I just want to do what I can for them. I couldn’t leave Jerry behind. He gets so lonesome without me. So I brought him along. And now, Mr. Warren, I suppose you know I’m not the poorest person that comes down here to spend summers, and I’ve got some property around these parts, too—some land in this very town. And if there’s any what-do-you-call-it to pay—”
“Any bail?” suggested the squire.
“That’s it—bail. That’s the word. If there’s any of that to pay, I’ve got the securities right here,” and Mrs. Newcome shook the chatelaine-bag vigorously.
“You are very kind,” said Mr. Warren, amused in spite of himself. “But I’m hoping we shall not have need of bail.”
But in the midst of it there came the ringing voice of the crier in the court-room adjoining, and the little party all filed into court again, old Mrs. Newcome bringing up the rear, with the basket on her arm, whence there emerged now and then a stifled wail, in spite of her whispered admonitions.
“We have closed our case,” said the prosecuting attorney. And the defence was begun.
“George Warren!” called Squire Barker, and George, paling slightly at the ordeal, but doing his best to keep up a stout heart, took the stand.
He told his story with a frankness that was convincing, keeping nothing back; and at the close Squire Barker asked: “And did you, or did you see anybody else set a fire that night?”
“Certainly not,” he answered. And there was no doubt that he had made a good impression.
But there were certain ugly facts that were made to stick out more embarrassingly on the prosecuting attorney’s cross-examination.
“You will admit,” he asked, “that you left on the second day following the fire, because you did not care to be questioned about it?”
“Yes, because we knew that our being in the hotel that night would look suspicious, if it were known,” answered George Warren.
“Then you were going to conceal that fact, if you could?”
“Yes—I think we were—for awhile, at least.”
“And so you ran away?”
“We didn’t start out with the idea of running away.”
“But you did run from theNancy Janewhen you found she was following and pursuing you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I really can’t tell you,” said George Warren. “I realize now it was a foolish thing to do. But it was not because we were guilty.”
“But you were all in the basement of the hotel a few moments before the fire started?”
“Yes, we were.”
“That is all,” said the prosecuting attorney, and George left the stand.
Henry Burns, called next, did the best he could for his comrades.
“If it’s anybody’s fault, it’s mine,” he said. “You see, it was my suggestion that got us in there. I was the first to go inside, and the others came only after I had urged them.”
But Squire Barker knew that this avowal, honest as it was, could not help them in the eyes of the law. So, having asked a few perfunctory questions, he turned the witness over to the prosecuting attorney. The latter brought out about the same points that he had made in the testimony of George Warren, and that was all.
It was quite clear that Squire Barker was only calling the boys from a sense of duty to them, to let them make the best impression they might upon the mind of the judge. It was the only suit he had to play.
Then followed Arthur and Joe, and at length Tom and Bob.
The squire was at the end of his resources now, as far as evidence could go. It remained but for him to do his duty in the minds of his clients and his townsmen, and he did it—to his own satisfaction, at least, in his address to the court. He painted the heroism of the boys at the fire in colours glowing as the flames. He enlarged upon the probability and the presumption of innocence. And he paid his respects to the colonel and the squire in a few stinging sentences that turned the eyes of the assembled audience upon them in indignation.
And when he was all done and the court-room turned with expectancy toward the prosecuting attorney, the latter simply said:
“Your Honour, the people will submit their case without argument.”
And so, with startling abruptness, the case had come to its crisis. There was nothing left but for the law to act.
There succeeded a deathlike stillness in the court-room. His Honour sat for some moments, with his eyes cast down upon his desk. He seemed loath to speak. Finally he arose and, with some effort, said, gently:
“In all my experience as attorney and as judge I have never before been placed in a position so distasteful to me nor so distressing. The case of these young men is most unfortunate. Their stories impress me as honestly told. Their characters are clearly such as are opposed to any such wanton destruction as is here alleged. And yet the circumstances are such that I should be blind to the duty of my office if I failed to hold them for trial. I hope that when their case shall come to trial this fall that they will have gathered evidence that shall show conclusively their innocence. In the meantime, deeply as I regret it, it becomes my painful duty to order that they be held.”
Again an utter stillness in the court-room, broken only by the sobbing of a woman. The entire court-room waited silently for the next move, amazed at the suddenness of the conclusion. Six boys set their teeth hard and tried to look undismayed, but the face of each spoke only too plainly of his distress.
Then all at once the patter of feet broke the silence in the court-room, and a slight boyish figure, poorly dressed and unkempt, darted up the aisle, into the august presence of the court, and sought refuge in the seat next to that occupied by Mr. Warren.
A court officer, who had been stationed at the door, lumbered in after the boyish figure.
“Officer,” cried Squire Ellis, irritably, “how came you to let this lad into the court-room? What does this mean? Put him out.”
“If you please, Your Honour,” said the officer, very red in the face, “I drove him away from the door once, but he dodged in past me again before I could stop him.”
“Remove him from the room at once,” said the court, sharply.
The officer advanced.
But Tim Reardon—for it was he—had in the meantime seized upon Mr. Warren, and, though labouring under an excitement so intense as almost to deprive him wholly of the power of speech, communicated something to him of the greatest importance. Mr. Warren, in turn, having repeated this communication to Squire Barker, the latter hastily arose.
“Your Honour,” he began, “this young man brings evidence of the most startling character, and which will, I am sure, reverse Your Honour’s decision. He—”
But here a sound from the street outside was borne in upon the court-room, which caused the squire to pause for a moment, while he and every person in the room listened in amazement.
The noise outside increased, and now there came the sound of many voices, men and women and boys and girls shouting out some piece of news, and then a loud cheering. The tumult rapidly grew, until it seemed as if all in a moment the entire village was marching upon the court-house.
Despite the loud rapping for order of the court officers and the sharp order of the court for silence, many in the court-room rushed to the windows and looked out. A strange sight met their eyes. A procession was coming up the street, in the midst of which, his hands bound behind his back, a man was walking, while, grasping him by either arm as they walked beside him, were Jack Harvey and Joe Hinman.
Into the court-room the procession burst like an avalanche. The room had seemed somewhat crowded before, but now at least fifty or sixty more men wedged themselves in, with Harvey and his crew and the strange man still in the centre of them. The rest of the crowd that followed, not being able to force themselves into the court-room, seated themselves on the stairs just outside, and formed a long line out into the street.
His Honour, powerless to stay this astonishing inrush of the townspeople, waited till the crowd had resolved itself into something like order, and then, rapping for silence, demanded to know the cause of this invasion of and assault upon the dignity of the court.
There was a moment’s silence and delay, and then a broad-shouldered youth pushed his way through the crowd and walked toward the witness-stand.
“Here!” cried His Honour. “Officer, stop that young man. Let the business of this court proceed in its regular order. Mr. Barker, does the court understand that you ask to have the case reopened on the ground of newly discovered evidence?”
“Yes, Your Honour,” replied the squire, gravely.
“And this young man, do you wish to make him your witness?”
“I do, Your Honour,” answered Squire Barker. “Although I am not certain as to just what he has to testify to, I wish to have him made our witness.”
“State your name to the court,” said Squire Barker, as the youth ascended the witness-stand.
“Jack Harvey.”
“And am I correctly informed that you have important testimony to give before this court in this case?”
“I have the man that set the fire,” replied Harvey.
“And can you produce him?”
“He is here in this room,” answered Harvey.
And at this moment the crowd parted and allowed to pass a man who walked doggedly forward, with eyes downcast, hands firmly bound behind his back, while with him walked the remaining members of Harvey’s crew.
“Is this the man whom you say set the fire?” queried Squire Barker.
“Yes,” said Harvey.
“And how do you know he set the fire?”
“He’s confessed it, because he knew there was no way out of it for him. Haven’t you?” demanded Harvey, turning to the man.
The other nodded his head sullenly.
The uproar that greeted this acknowledgment was deafening. It was several moments before order could be restored in the court-room, and then the news borne rapidly to those outside gave rise to a second tumult, which again stopped the proceedings of the court.
Then, when order had been finally restored, Harvey narrated the extraordinary events that had followed the meeting of the man in the pasture, down to his capture and confession; a confession that included the admission that he was none other than the man Chambers, and that he had set fire to the hotel for revenge.
There never was anything like the scene that followed in all the history of court procedure in the county from time out of mind. It did not take the court long, however, to declare that the youthful prisoners, whom he had felt it his solemn duty to hold for trial, were honourably cleared, and were free to go at liberty. It did not take long, considering the fact that the prisoner pleaded guilty, to hold him for trial. Nor did it take long for good-hearted Judge Ellis to descend from the bench and shake hands with the boys, each and every one of them, and congratulate them upon their complete exoneration.
Once outside the court-room, however, what a storm and tumult of congratulation awaited them. The first thing they knew there was a rush for them, and up on the shoulders of a crowd of excited fishermen they went, and were borne along, amid cheering. And Harvey, too, though he struggled against it, was borne aloft, while the news of his brave capture of the man Chambers was shouted out to all in the town.
In the midst of it all two figures were espied, slinking along toward the boat-landing, anxious to escape notice. A din of yells and catcalls and hisses told them they were discovered, and the colonel and the squire, sorry pictures of dismay and humiliation, quickened their steps and made their escape, thankful enough to escape unharmed from the indignant villagers.
“Harvey,” said George Warren, as he stood grasping the other’s hand about two hours later, as the boys formed a little group on the deck of the steamer that was heading for Southport, “you have more than evened the thing up. Tom and Bob saved you from drowning; but you have saved us all from disgrace, and I’m not sure but what I’d rather drown than go through a disgraceful ordeal like this again.”
“No,” said Harvey, clasping the hand of the other warmly. “I’m still the one that’s in debt. They saved me from more than drowning. They saved me from disgrace, too.”
“Let’s call it even, anyway,” said Henry Burns, “and shake hands all around.”
Some weeks later, as Henry Burns and George Warren sat on the veranda of the Warren cottage, looking out across the cove, a graceful yacht turned the headland and came up into the harbour.
“She looks familiar,” said Henry Burns. “Where have we seen her before? Why, it’s theEagle, or theSprite, or whatever her real name may be. I wonder what she’s doing here. She was seized by the county and her owners advertised for. I wonder if they can have been discovered.”
“Let’s go down and take a look at her,” said George Warren. “She is the prettiest thing that ever came into this harbour.”
As they walked down to the shore a boat put off from the yacht and a man pulled in to land.
“Can you tell me where I can find either Henry Burns or Jack Harvey?” he inquired, addressing the two boys.
“I don’t know about Harvey,” answered Henry Bums, “but I can inform you about the other person. What do you want of him?”
“Here’s a note for you, if you mean that you’re Henry Burns,” said the man.
“That’s funny,” said Henry Burns. “It’s the first note I’ve got since I’ve been here. I wonder who can have written it.”
Henry Burns deliberately tore open the envelope and unfolded a letter. He glanced hastily at the contents, stopped short, and gave a cry of surprise.
“George,” he said, solemnly, “will you hit me once, good and hard, so I can tell whether I am dreaming or not?”
“I hardly think there’s any need of that,” answered the other, laughing. “You seem to be about as wide-awake as usual.”
“Well,” said Henry Burns, “if you won’t hit me, just read that letter to me aloud, anyway. Perhaps I’ll believe it if I hear you read it.”
“It seems to be addressed to you and Jack Harvey both,” said George Warren. “Perhaps I need his permission, too, to read it.”
“No you don’t. Go ahead,” demanded Henry Burns.
The letter read as follows:
“Mayville.“Henry Burns and Jack Harvey,“My dear Young Men:—You have each of you proved yourselves heroes in the events of the last few weeks. To you, Henry Burns, I am indebted for the rescue of my devoted Jerry, my pet and companion of many years. To you and your companions, I am, indeed, indebted for my own life. To you, Jack Harvey, I am indebted for the saving from disgrace of these young friends of mine. As you may know, the yacht captured from the man Chambers was condemned by the county officials, advertised, and finally put up at auction and sold, her former owner, if there ever was another besides Chambers, not having claimed her. She was, I am informed, a very expensive boat; but as there were few bidders among the fishermen, I was enabled to bid off the boat at a figure easily within my means. This letter is to inform you that I have presented the yacht to you, to be owned equally by you two. The papers will be made out later and sent to your parents or guardians. Hoping that you will enjoy many happy days aboard her, I remain,“Sincerely yours,“Anna Newcome.“P. S. Don’t upset her and get drowned.”
“Mayville.
“Henry Burns and Jack Harvey,
“My dear Young Men:—You have each of you proved yourselves heroes in the events of the last few weeks. To you, Henry Burns, I am indebted for the rescue of my devoted Jerry, my pet and companion of many years. To you and your companions, I am, indeed, indebted for my own life. To you, Jack Harvey, I am indebted for the saving from disgrace of these young friends of mine. As you may know, the yacht captured from the man Chambers was condemned by the county officials, advertised, and finally put up at auction and sold, her former owner, if there ever was another besides Chambers, not having claimed her. She was, I am informed, a very expensive boat; but as there were few bidders among the fishermen, I was enabled to bid off the boat at a figure easily within my means. This letter is to inform you that I have presented the yacht to you, to be owned equally by you two. The papers will be made out later and sent to your parents or guardians. Hoping that you will enjoy many happy days aboard her, I remain,
“Sincerely yours,“Anna Newcome.
“P. S. Don’t upset her and get drowned.”
“Henry, old fellow,” cried George Warren. “Let me congratulate you. You are the two luckiest—”
But Henry Burns was running as fast as his legs could carry him in the direction of Harvey’s camp.
THE END.
BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLETHE LITTLE COLONEL BOOKS(Trade Mark)By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTONEach, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative, per vol.$1.50The Little Colonel Stories.(Trade Mark)Illustrated.Being three “Little Colonel” stories in the Cosy Corner Series, “The Little Colonel,” “Two Little Knights of Kentucky,” and “The Giant Scissors,” put into a single volume.The Little Colonel’s House Party.(Trade Mark)Illustrated by Louis Meynell.The Little Colonel’s Holidays.(Trade Mark)Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.The Little Colonel’s Hero.(Trade Mark)Illustrated by E. B. Barry.The Little Colonel at Boarding School.(Trade Mark)Illustrated by E. B. Barry.The Little Colonel in Arizona.(Trade Mark)Illustrated by E. B. Barry.The Little Colonel’s Christmas Vacation.(Trade Mark)Illustrated by E. B. Barry.Since the time of “Little Women,” no juvenile heroine has been better beloved of her child readers than Mrs. Johnston’s “Little Colonel.”Joel: a Boy of Galilee.ByAnnie Fellows Johnston. Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel Books, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative$1.50A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the author’s best-known books, and which has been translated into many languages, the last being Italian.Asa Holmes;or, At the Cross-Roads. A sketch of Country Life and Country Humor. ByAnnie Fellows Johnston. With a frontispiece by Ernest Fosbery.Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top$1.00“‘Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads’ is the most delightful, most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long while. The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents, the descriptions of persons and things are wonderfully true to nature.”—Boston Times.In the Desert of Waiting:The Legend of Camelback Mountain.The Three Weavers:A Fairy Tale for Fathers and Mothers as Well as for Their Daughters. ByAnnie Fellows Johnston.Each one volume, tall 16mo, cloth decorative$0.60There has been a constant demand for publication in separate form of these two stories, which were originally included in two of the “Little Colonel” books, and the present editions, which are very charmingly gotten up, will be delightful and valued gift-books for both old and young.“‘The Three Weavers’ is the daintiest fairy-story I ever read,” wrote one critic, and theLouisville Postcalls “In the Desert of Waiting” a “gem, an exquisite bit of work. Mrs. Johnston is at her best in this web of delicate fancy, woven about the deep centre truth.” Those who have read the stories as they originally appeared will be glad to find them published individually.Asa Holmes;or, At the Cross-Roads. A sketch of Country Life and Country Humor. ByAnnie Fellows Johnston. With a frontispiece by Ernest Fosbery.Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top$1.00“‘Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads’ is the most delightful, most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long while. The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents, the descriptions of persons and things, are wonderfully true to nature.”—Boston Times.The Rival Campers;or, The Adventures of Henry Burns.ByRuel P. Smith.Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by A. B. Shute$1.50Here is a book which will grip and enthuse every boy reader. It is the story of a party of typical American lads, courageous, alert, and athletic, who spend a summer camping on an island off the Maine coast.“The best boys’ book since ‘Tom Sawyer.’”—San Francisco Examiner.“Henry Burns, the hero, is the ‘Tom Brown’ of America.”—N. Y. Sun.The Rival Campers Afloat;or, The Prize Yacht Viking. ByRuel P. Smith, author of “The Rival Campers.”Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated$1.50This book is a continuation of the adventures of “The Rival Campers” on their prize yachtViking. Every reader will be enthusiastic over the adventures of Henry Burns and his friends on their sailing trip. They have a splendid time, fishing, racing, and sailing, until an accidental collision results in a series of exciting adventures, culminating in a mysterious chase, the loss of their prize yacht, and its recapture by means of their old yacht,Surprise, which they raise from its watery grave.The Young Section-hand;or, The Adventures of Allan West. ByBurton E. Stevenson, author of “The Marathon Mystery,” etc.12mo, cloth, illustrated by L. J. Bridgman$1.50Mr. Stevenson’s hero is a manly lad of sixteen, who is given a chance as a section-hand on a big Western railroad, and whose experiences are as real as they are thrilling.“It appeals to every boy of enterprising spirit, and at the same time teaches him some valuable lessons in honor, pluck, and perseverance.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.The Young Train Despatcher.ByBurton E. Stevenson, author of “The Young Section-hand,” etc.Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated$1.50A new volume in the “Railroad Series,” in which the young section-hand is promoted to a train despatcher. Another branch of railroading is presented, in which the young hero has many chances to prove his manliness and courage in the exciting adventures which befall him in the discharge of his duty.Jack Lorimer. ByWinn Standish.Square 12mo, cloth decorative. Illustrated by A. B. Shute$1.50Jack Lorimer, whose adventures have for some time been one of the leading features of the Boston SundayHerald, is the popular favorite of fiction with the boys and girls of New England, and, now that Mr. Standish has made him the hero of his book, he will soon be a favorite throughout the country.Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high-school boy. He has the sturdy qualities boys admire, and his fondness for clean, honest sport of all kinds will strike a chord of sympathy among athletic youths.The Roses of Saint Elizabeth.ByJane Scott Woodruff, author of “The Little Christmas Shoe.”Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in color by Adelaide Everhart.$1.00This is a charming little story of a child whose father was caretaker of the great castle of the Wartburg, where Saint Elizabeth once had her home, with a fairy-tale interwoven, in which the roses and the ivy in the castle yard tell to the child and her playmate quaint old legends of the saint and the castle.Gabriel and the Hour Book.ByEvaleen Stein.Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decoratedin colors by Adelaide Everhart$1.00Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted the monks in the long ago days, when all the books were written and illuminated by hand, in the monasteries. It is a dear little story, and will appeal to every child who is fortunate enough to read it.The Enchanted Automobile.Translated from the French byMary J. Safford.Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Edna M. Sawyer$1.00The enchanted automobile was sent by the fairy godmother of a lazy, discontented little prince and princess to take them to fairyland, where they might visit their old story-book favorites.Here they find that Sleeping Beauty has become a famously busy queen; Princess Charming keeps a jewelry shop; where she sells the jewels that drop from her lips; Hop-o’-My-Thumb is a farmer, too busy even to see the children, and Little Red Riding Hood has trained the wolf into a trick animal, who performs in the city squares.They learn the lesson that happy people are the busy people, and they return home cured of their discontent and laziness.Beautiful Joe’s Paradise;or, The Island of Brotherly Love. A sequel to “Beautiful Joe.” ByMarshall Saunders, author of “Beautiful Joe,” “For His Country,” etc. With fifteen full-page plates and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.One vol., library 12mo, cloth decorative$1.50“Will be immensely enjoyed by the boys and girls who read it.”—Pittsburg Gazette.“Miss Saunders has put life, humor, action, and tenderness into her story. The book deserves to be a favorite.”—Chicago Record-Herald.“This book revives the spirit of ‘Beautiful Joe’ capitally. It is fairly riotous with fun, and as a whole is about as unusual as anything in the animal book line that has seen the light. It is a book for juveniles—old and young.”—Philadelphia Item.’Tilda Jane. ByMarshall Saunders, author of “Beautiful Joe,” etc.One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth, decorative cover,$1.50“No more amusing and attractive child’s story has appeared for a long time than this quaint and curious recital of the adventures of that pitiful and charming little runaway.“It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books that win and charm the reader, and I did not put it down until I had finished it—honest! And I am sure that every one, young or old, who reads will be proud and happy to make the acquaintance of the delicious waif.“I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I commend it unreservedly.”—Cyrus Townsend Brady.The Story of the Graveleys.ByMarshall Saunders, author of “Beautiful Joe’s Paradise,” “’Tilda Jane,” etc.Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by E. B. Barry$1.50Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and triumphs, of a delightful New England family, of whose devotion and sturdiness it will do the reader good to hear. From the kindly, serene-souled grandmother to the buoyant madcap, Berty, these Graveleys are folk of fibre and blood—genuine human beings.PHYLLIS’ FIELD FRIENDS SERIESBy LENORE E. MULETSSix vols., cloth decorative, illustrated by Sophie Schneider.Sold separately, or as a set.Per volume$1.00Per set6.00Insect Stories.Stories of Little Animals.Flower Stories.Bird Stories.Tree Stories.Stories of Little Fishes.In this series of six little Nature books, it is the author’s intention so to present to the child reader the facts about each particular flower, insect, bird, or animal, in story form, as to make delightful reading. Classical legends, myths, poems, and songs are so introduced as to correlate fully with these lessons, to which the excellent illustrations are no little help.THE WOODRANGER TALESBy G. WALDO BROWNEThe Woodranger.The Young Gunbearer.The Hero of the Hills.With Rogers’ Rangers.Each 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth, decorative cover, illustrated,per volume$1.25Four vols., boxed, per set5.00“The Woodranger Tales,” like the “Pathfinder Tales” of J. Fenimore Cooper, combine historical information relating to early pioneer days in America with interesting adventures in the backwoods. Although the same characters are continued throughout the series, each book is complete in itself, and, while based strictly on historical facts, is an interesting and exciting tale of adventure.Born to the Blue.ByFlorence Kimball Russel.12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated$1.25The atmosphere of army life on the plains breathes on every page of this delightful tale. The boy is the son of a captain of U. S. cavalry stationed at a frontier post in the days when our regulars earned the gratitude of a nation.The author is herself “of the army,” and knows every detail of the life. Her descriptions are accurate, which adds to the value and interest of the book.Pussy-Cat Town.ByMarion Ames Taggart.Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors$1.00“Pussy-Cat Town” is a most unusual, delightful cat story. Ban-Ban, a pure Maltese who belonged to Rob, Kiku-san, Lois’s beautiful snow-white pet, and their neighbors Bedelia the tortoise-shell, Madame Laura the widow, Wutz Butz the warrior, and wise old Tommy Traddles, were really and truly cats, and Miss Taggart has here explained the reason for their mysterious disappearance all one long summer.The Sandman:His Farm Stories. ByWilliam J. Hopkins. With fifty illustrations by Ada Clendenin Williamson.Large 12mo, decorative cover$1.50“An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of very small children. It should be one of the most popular of the year’s books for reading to small children.”—Buffalo Express.“Mothers and fathers and kind elder sisters who take the little ones to bed and rack their brains for stories will find this book a treasure.”—Cleveland Leader.The Sandman:More Farm Stories. ByWilliam J. Hopkins.Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated$1.50Mr. Hopkins’s first essay at bedtime stories has met with such approval that this second book of “Sandman” tales has been issued for scores of eager children. Life on the farm, and out-of-doors, is portrayed in his inimitable manner, and many a little one will hail the bedtime season as one of delight.THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIESThe most delightful and interesting accounts possible ofchild-life in other lands, filled with quaint sayings, doings,and adventures.Each 1 vol., 12mo, decorative cover, cloth, with six ormore full-page illustrations in color.Price per volume$0.60By MARY HAZELTON WADE (unless otherwise indicated)Our Little African CousinOur Little Armenian CousinOur Little Brown CousinOur Little Canadian CousinBy Elizabeth R. MacdonaldOur Little Chinese CousinBy Isaac Taylor HeadlandOur Little Cuban CousinOur Little Dutch CousinBy Blanche McManusOur Little English CousinBy Blanche McManusOur Little Eskimo CousinOur Little French CousinBy Blanche McManusOur Little German CousinOur Little Hawaiian CousinOur Little Indian CousinOur Little Irish CousinOur Little Italian CousinOur Little Japanese CousinOur Little Jewish CousinOur Little Korean CousinBy H. Lee M. PikeOur Little Mexican CousinBy Edward C. ButlerOur Little Norwegian CousinOur Little Panama CousinBy H. Lee M. PikeOur Little Philippine CousinOur Little Porto Rican CousinOur Little Russian CousinOur Little Scotch CousinBy Blanche McManusOur Little Siamese CousinOur Little Spanish CousinBy Mary F. Nixon-RouletOur Little Swedish CousinBy Claire M. CoburnOur Little Swiss CousinOur Little Turkish CousinTHE GOLDENROD LIBRARYThe Goldenrod Library contains only the highest and purest literature,—stories which appeal alike both to children and to their parents and guardians.Each volume is well illustrated from drawings by competent artists, which, together with their handsomely decorated uniform binding, showing the goldenrod, usually considered the emblem of America, is a feature of their manufacture.Each one volume, small 12mo, illustrated, decorated cover, paper wrapper$0.35LIST OF TITLESAunt Nabby’s Children.By Frances Hodges White.Child’s Dream of a Star, The.By Charles Dickens.Flight of Rosy Dawn, The.By Pauline Bradford Mackie.Findelkind.By Ouida.Fairy of the Rhone, The.By A. Comyns Carr.Gatty and I.By Frances E. Crompton.Great Emergency, A.By Juliana Horatia Ewing.Helena’s Wonderworld.By Frances Hodges White.Jackanapes.By Juliana Horatia Ewing.Jerry’s Reward.By Evelyn Snead Barnett.La Belle Nivernaise.By Alphonse Daudet.Little King Davie.By Nellie Hellis.Little Peterkin Vandike.By Charles Stuart Pratt.Little Professor, The.By Ida Horton Cash.Peggy’s Trial.By Mary Knight Potter.Prince Yellowtop.By Kate Whiting Patch.Provence Rose, A.By Ouida.Rab and His Friends.By Dr. John Brown.Seventh Daughter, A.By Grace Wickham Curran.Sleeping Beauty, The.By Martha Baker Dunn.Small, Small Child, A.By E. Livingston Prescott.Story of a Short Life, The.By Juliana Horatia Ewing.Susanne.By Frances J. Delano.Water People, The.By Charles Lee Sleight.Young Archer, The.By Charles E. Brimblecom.COSY CORNER SERIESIt is the intention of the publishers that this series shall contain only the very highest and purest literature,—stories that shall not only appeal to the children themselves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with them in their joys and sorrows.The numerous illustrations in each book are by well-known artists, and each volume has a separate attractive cover design.Each 1 vol., 16mo, cloth$0.50By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTONThe Little Colonel.(Trade Mark)The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its heroine is a small girl, who is known as the Little Colonel, on account of her fancied resemblance to an old-school Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and old family are famous in the region.The Giant Scissors.This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in France. Joyce is a great friend of the Little Colonel, and in later volumes shares with her the delightful experiences of the “House Party” and the “Holidays.”Two Little Knights of Kentucky.Who Were the Little Colonel’s Neighbors.In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is not, however, the central figure of the story, that place being taken by the “two little knights.”Mildred’s Inheritance.A delightful little story of a lonely English girl who comes to America and is befriended by a sympathetic American family who are attracted by her beautiful speaking voice. By means of this one gift she is enabled to help a school-girl who has temporarily lost the use of her eyes, and thus finally her life becomes a busy, happy one.Cicely and Other Stories for Girls.The readers of Mrs. Johnston’s charming juveniles will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for young people.Aunt ’Liza’s Hero and Other Stories.A collection of six bright little stories, which will appeal to all boys and most girls.Big Brother.A story of two boys. The devotion and care of Steven, himself a small boy, for his baby brother, is the theme of the simple tale.Ole Mammy’s Torment.“Ole Mammy’s Torment” has been fitly called “a classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mishaps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by love and kindness to a knowledge of the right.The Story of Dago.In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mishaps is both interesting and amusing.The Quilt That Jack Built.A pleasant little story of a boy’s labor of love, and how it changed the course of his life many years after it was accomplished.Flip’s Islands of Providence.A story of a boy’s life battle, his early defeat, and his final triumph, well worth the reading.By EDITH ROBINSONA Little Puritan’s First Christmas.A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child of the Puritans, aided by her brother Sam.A Little Daughter of Liberty.The author’s motive for this story is well indicated by a quotation from her introduction, as follows:“One ride is memorable in the early history of the American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another ride,—the ride of Anthony Severn,—which was no less historic in its action or memorable in its consequences.”A Loyal Little Maid.A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, renders important services to George Washington.A Little Puritan Rebel.This is an historical tale of a real girl, during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was governor of Massachusetts.A Little Puritan Pioneer.The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settlement at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds another to the list of favorites so well known to the young people.A Little Puritan Bound Girl.A story of Boston in Puritan days, which is of great interest to youthful readers.A Little Puritan Cavalier.The story of a “Little Puritan Cavalier” who tried with all his boyish enthusiasm to emulate the spirit and ideals of the dead Crusaders.By OUIDA (Louise de la Ramée)A Dog of Flanders:A Christmas Story.Too well and favorably known to require description.The Nurnberg Stove.This beautiful story has never before been published at a popular price.By FRANCES MARGARET FOXThe Little Giant’s Neighbours.A charming nature story of a “little giant” whose neighbours were the creatures of the field and garden.Farmer Brown and the Birds.A little story which teaches children that the birds are man’s best friends.Betty of Old Mackinaw.A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to the little readers who like stories of “real people.”Brother Billy.The story of Betty’s brother, and some further adventures of Betty herself.Mother Nature’s Little Ones.Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, or “childhood,” of the little creatures out-of-doors.How Christmas Came to the Mulvaneys.A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor children, with an unlimited capacity for fun and mischief. The wonderful never-to-be forgotten Christmas that came to them is the climax of a series of exciting incidents.By MISS MULOCKThe Little Lame Prince.A delightful story of a little boy who has many adventures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother.Adventures of a Brownie.The story of a household elf who torments the cook and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the children who love and trust him.His Little Mother.Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant source of delight to them, and “His Little Mother,” in this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts of youthful readers.Little Sunshine’s Holiday.An attractive story of a summer outing. “Little Sunshine” is another of those beautiful child-characters for which Miss Mulock is so justly famous.By MARSHALL SAUNDERSFor His Country.A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved his country; written with that charm which has endeared Miss Saunders to hosts of readers.Nita, the Story of an Irish Setter.In this touching little book, Miss Saunders shows how dear to her heart are all of God’s dumb creatures.Alpatok, the Story of an Eskimo Dog.Alpatok, an Eskimo dog from the far north, was stolen from his master and left to starve in a strange city, but was befriended and cared for, until he was able to return to his owner. Miss Saunders’s story is based on truth, and the pictures in the book of “Alpatok” are based on a photograph of the real Eskimo dog who had such a strange experience.By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLEThe Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow.This story, written by the gifted young Southern woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style.The Fortunes of the Fellow.Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome the further account of the adventures of Baydaw and the Fellow at the home of the kindly smith.The Best of Friends.This continues the experiences of the Farrier’s dog and his Fellow, written in Miss Dromgoole’s well-known charming style.Down in Dixie.A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of Alabama children who move to Florida and grow up in the South.By MARIAN W. WILDMANLoyalty Island.An account of the adventures of four children and their pet dog on an island, and how they cleared their brother from the suspicion of dishonesty.Theodore and Theodora.This is a story of the exploits and mishaps of two mischievous twins, and continues the adventures of the interesting group of children in “Loyalty Island.”By CHARLES G. D. ROBERTSThe Cruise of the Yacht Dido.The story of two boys who turned their yacht into a fishing boat to earn money to pay for a college course, and of their adventures while exploring in search of hidden treasure.The Lord of the AirThe Story of the EagleThe King of the MamozekelThe Story of the MooseThe Watchers of the Camp-fireThe Story of the PantherThe Haunter of the Pine GloomThe Story of the LynxThe Return to the TrailsThe Story of the BearThe Little People of the SycamoreThe Story of the RaccoonBy OTHER AUTHORSThe Great Scoop.By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELLA capital tale of newspaper life in a big city, and of a bright, enterprising, likable youngster employed thereon.John Whopper.The late Bishop Clark’s popular story of the boy who fell through the earth and came out in China, with a new introduction by Bishop Potter.The Dole Twins.By KATE UPSON CLARKThe adventures of two little people who tried to earn money to buy crutches for a lame aunt. An excellent description of child-life about 1812, which will greatly interest and amuse the children of to-day, whose life is widely different.Larry Hudson’s Ambition.By JAMES OTIS, author of “Toby Tyler,” etc.Larry Hudson is a typical American boy, whose hard work and enterprise gain him his ambition,—an education and a start in the world.The Little Christmas Shoe.By JANE P. SCOTT WOODRUFFA touching story of Yule-tide.Wee Dorothy.By LAURA UPDEGRAFFA story of two orphan children, the tender devotion of the eldest, a boy, for his sister being its theme and setting. With a bit of sadness at the beginning, the story is otherwise bright and sunny, and altogether wholesome in every way.The King of the Golden River:A Legend of Stiria.By JOHN RUSKINWritten fifty years or more ago, and not originally intended for publication, this little fairy-tale soon became known and made a place for itself.A Child’s Garden of Verses.By R. L. STEVENSONMr. Stevenson’s little volume is too well known to need description. It will be heartily welcomed in this new and attractive edition.
THE LITTLE COLONEL BOOKS(Trade Mark)
By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON
Each, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative, per vol.$1.50
Being three “Little Colonel” stories in the Cosy Corner Series, “The Little Colonel,” “Two Little Knights of Kentucky,” and “The Giant Scissors,” put into a single volume.
Illustrated by Louis Meynell.
Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
Since the time of “Little Women,” no juvenile heroine has been better beloved of her child readers than Mrs. Johnston’s “Little Colonel.”
ByAnnie Fellows Johnston. Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.
New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel Books, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative$1.50
A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the author’s best-known books, and which has been translated into many languages, the last being Italian.
Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top$1.00
“‘Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads’ is the most delightful, most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long while. The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents, the descriptions of persons and things are wonderfully true to nature.”—Boston Times.
Each one volume, tall 16mo, cloth decorative$0.60
There has been a constant demand for publication in separate form of these two stories, which were originally included in two of the “Little Colonel” books, and the present editions, which are very charmingly gotten up, will be delightful and valued gift-books for both old and young.
“‘The Three Weavers’ is the daintiest fairy-story I ever read,” wrote one critic, and theLouisville Postcalls “In the Desert of Waiting” a “gem, an exquisite bit of work. Mrs. Johnston is at her best in this web of delicate fancy, woven about the deep centre truth.” Those who have read the stories as they originally appeared will be glad to find them published individually.
Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top$1.00
“‘Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads’ is the most delightful, most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long while. The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents, the descriptions of persons and things, are wonderfully true to nature.”—Boston Times.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by A. B. Shute$1.50
Here is a book which will grip and enthuse every boy reader. It is the story of a party of typical American lads, courageous, alert, and athletic, who spend a summer camping on an island off the Maine coast.
“The best boys’ book since ‘Tom Sawyer.’”—San Francisco Examiner.
“Henry Burns, the hero, is the ‘Tom Brown’ of America.”—N. Y. Sun.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated$1.50
This book is a continuation of the adventures of “The Rival Campers” on their prize yachtViking. Every reader will be enthusiastic over the adventures of Henry Burns and his friends on their sailing trip. They have a splendid time, fishing, racing, and sailing, until an accidental collision results in a series of exciting adventures, culminating in a mysterious chase, the loss of their prize yacht, and its recapture by means of their old yacht,Surprise, which they raise from its watery grave.
12mo, cloth, illustrated by L. J. Bridgman$1.50
Mr. Stevenson’s hero is a manly lad of sixteen, who is given a chance as a section-hand on a big Western railroad, and whose experiences are as real as they are thrilling.
“It appeals to every boy of enterprising spirit, and at the same time teaches him some valuable lessons in honor, pluck, and perseverance.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated$1.50
A new volume in the “Railroad Series,” in which the young section-hand is promoted to a train despatcher. Another branch of railroading is presented, in which the young hero has many chances to prove his manliness and courage in the exciting adventures which befall him in the discharge of his duty.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative. Illustrated by A. B. Shute$1.50
Jack Lorimer, whose adventures have for some time been one of the leading features of the Boston SundayHerald, is the popular favorite of fiction with the boys and girls of New England, and, now that Mr. Standish has made him the hero of his book, he will soon be a favorite throughout the country.
Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high-school boy. He has the sturdy qualities boys admire, and his fondness for clean, honest sport of all kinds will strike a chord of sympathy among athletic youths.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in color by Adelaide Everhart.$1.00
This is a charming little story of a child whose father was caretaker of the great castle of the Wartburg, where Saint Elizabeth once had her home, with a fairy-tale interwoven, in which the roses and the ivy in the castle yard tell to the child and her playmate quaint old legends of the saint and the castle.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decoratedin colors by Adelaide Everhart$1.00
Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted the monks in the long ago days, when all the books were written and illuminated by hand, in the monasteries. It is a dear little story, and will appeal to every child who is fortunate enough to read it.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Edna M. Sawyer$1.00
The enchanted automobile was sent by the fairy godmother of a lazy, discontented little prince and princess to take them to fairyland, where they might visit their old story-book favorites.
Here they find that Sleeping Beauty has become a famously busy queen; Princess Charming keeps a jewelry shop; where she sells the jewels that drop from her lips; Hop-o’-My-Thumb is a farmer, too busy even to see the children, and Little Red Riding Hood has trained the wolf into a trick animal, who performs in the city squares.
They learn the lesson that happy people are the busy people, and they return home cured of their discontent and laziness.
One vol., library 12mo, cloth decorative$1.50
“Will be immensely enjoyed by the boys and girls who read it.”—Pittsburg Gazette.
“Miss Saunders has put life, humor, action, and tenderness into her story. The book deserves to be a favorite.”—Chicago Record-Herald.
“This book revives the spirit of ‘Beautiful Joe’ capitally. It is fairly riotous with fun, and as a whole is about as unusual as anything in the animal book line that has seen the light. It is a book for juveniles—old and young.”—Philadelphia Item.
One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth, decorative cover,$1.50
“No more amusing and attractive child’s story has appeared for a long time than this quaint and curious recital of the adventures of that pitiful and charming little runaway.
“It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books that win and charm the reader, and I did not put it down until I had finished it—honest! And I am sure that every one, young or old, who reads will be proud and happy to make the acquaintance of the delicious waif.
“I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I commend it unreservedly.”—Cyrus Townsend Brady.
Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by E. B. Barry$1.50
Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and triumphs, of a delightful New England family, of whose devotion and sturdiness it will do the reader good to hear. From the kindly, serene-souled grandmother to the buoyant madcap, Berty, these Graveleys are folk of fibre and blood—genuine human beings.
PHYLLIS’ FIELD FRIENDS SERIES
By LENORE E. MULETS
Six vols., cloth decorative, illustrated by Sophie Schneider.Sold separately, or as a set.Per volume$1.00Per set6.00
In this series of six little Nature books, it is the author’s intention so to present to the child reader the facts about each particular flower, insect, bird, or animal, in story form, as to make delightful reading. Classical legends, myths, poems, and songs are so introduced as to correlate fully with these lessons, to which the excellent illustrations are no little help.
In this series of six little Nature books, it is the author’s intention so to present to the child reader the facts about each particular flower, insect, bird, or animal, in story form, as to make delightful reading. Classical legends, myths, poems, and songs are so introduced as to correlate fully with these lessons, to which the excellent illustrations are no little help.
THE WOODRANGER TALES
By G. WALDO BROWNE
Each 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth, decorative cover, illustrated,per volume$1.25Four vols., boxed, per set5.00
“The Woodranger Tales,” like the “Pathfinder Tales” of J. Fenimore Cooper, combine historical information relating to early pioneer days in America with interesting adventures in the backwoods. Although the same characters are continued throughout the series, each book is complete in itself, and, while based strictly on historical facts, is an interesting and exciting tale of adventure.
“The Woodranger Tales,” like the “Pathfinder Tales” of J. Fenimore Cooper, combine historical information relating to early pioneer days in America with interesting adventures in the backwoods. Although the same characters are continued throughout the series, each book is complete in itself, and, while based strictly on historical facts, is an interesting and exciting tale of adventure.
12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated$1.25
The atmosphere of army life on the plains breathes on every page of this delightful tale. The boy is the son of a captain of U. S. cavalry stationed at a frontier post in the days when our regulars earned the gratitude of a nation.
The author is herself “of the army,” and knows every detail of the life. Her descriptions are accurate, which adds to the value and interest of the book.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors$1.00
“Pussy-Cat Town” is a most unusual, delightful cat story. Ban-Ban, a pure Maltese who belonged to Rob, Kiku-san, Lois’s beautiful snow-white pet, and their neighbors Bedelia the tortoise-shell, Madame Laura the widow, Wutz Butz the warrior, and wise old Tommy Traddles, were really and truly cats, and Miss Taggart has here explained the reason for their mysterious disappearance all one long summer.
Large 12mo, decorative cover$1.50
“An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of very small children. It should be one of the most popular of the year’s books for reading to small children.”—Buffalo Express.“Mothers and fathers and kind elder sisters who take the little ones to bed and rack their brains for stories will find this book a treasure.”—Cleveland Leader.
“An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of very small children. It should be one of the most popular of the year’s books for reading to small children.”—Buffalo Express.
“Mothers and fathers and kind elder sisters who take the little ones to bed and rack their brains for stories will find this book a treasure.”—Cleveland Leader.
Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated$1.50
Mr. Hopkins’s first essay at bedtime stories has met with such approval that this second book of “Sandman” tales has been issued for scores of eager children. Life on the farm, and out-of-doors, is portrayed in his inimitable manner, and many a little one will hail the bedtime season as one of delight.
THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIES
The most delightful and interesting accounts possible ofchild-life in other lands, filled with quaint sayings, doings,and adventures.
Each 1 vol., 12mo, decorative cover, cloth, with six ormore full-page illustrations in color.
Price per volume$0.60
By MARY HAZELTON WADE (unless otherwise indicated)
THE GOLDENROD LIBRARY
The Goldenrod Library contains only the highest and purest literature,—stories which appeal alike both to children and to their parents and guardians.
Each volume is well illustrated from drawings by competent artists, which, together with their handsomely decorated uniform binding, showing the goldenrod, usually considered the emblem of America, is a feature of their manufacture.
Each one volume, small 12mo, illustrated, decorated cover, paper wrapper$0.35
LIST OF TITLES
COSY CORNER SERIES
It is the intention of the publishers that this series shall contain only the very highest and purest literature,—stories that shall not only appeal to the children themselves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with them in their joys and sorrows.The numerous illustrations in each book are by well-known artists, and each volume has a separate attractive cover design.
It is the intention of the publishers that this series shall contain only the very highest and purest literature,—stories that shall not only appeal to the children themselves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with them in their joys and sorrows.
The numerous illustrations in each book are by well-known artists, and each volume has a separate attractive cover design.
Each 1 vol., 16mo, cloth$0.50
By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON
The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its heroine is a small girl, who is known as the Little Colonel, on account of her fancied resemblance to an old-school Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and old family are famous in the region.
This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures in France. Joyce is a great friend of the Little Colonel, and in later volumes shares with her the delightful experiences of the “House Party” and the “Holidays.”
In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is not, however, the central figure of the story, that place being taken by the “two little knights.”
A delightful little story of a lonely English girl who comes to America and is befriended by a sympathetic American family who are attracted by her beautiful speaking voice. By means of this one gift she is enabled to help a school-girl who has temporarily lost the use of her eyes, and thus finally her life becomes a busy, happy one.
The readers of Mrs. Johnston’s charming juveniles will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for young people.
A collection of six bright little stories, which will appeal to all boys and most girls.
A story of two boys. The devotion and care of Steven, himself a small boy, for his baby brother, is the theme of the simple tale.
“Ole Mammy’s Torment” has been fitly called “a classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mishaps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by love and kindness to a knowledge of the right.
In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mishaps is both interesting and amusing.
A pleasant little story of a boy’s labor of love, and how it changed the course of his life many years after it was accomplished.
A story of a boy’s life battle, his early defeat, and his final triumph, well worth the reading.
By EDITH ROBINSON
A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child of the Puritans, aided by her brother Sam.
The author’s motive for this story is well indicated by a quotation from her introduction, as follows:
“One ride is memorable in the early history of the American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another ride,—the ride of Anthony Severn,—which was no less historic in its action or memorable in its consequences.”
A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, renders important services to George Washington.
This is an historical tale of a real girl, during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was governor of Massachusetts.
The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settlement at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds another to the list of favorites so well known to the young people.
A story of Boston in Puritan days, which is of great interest to youthful readers.
The story of a “Little Puritan Cavalier” who tried with all his boyish enthusiasm to emulate the spirit and ideals of the dead Crusaders.
By OUIDA (Louise de la Ramée)
Too well and favorably known to require description.
This beautiful story has never before been published at a popular price.
By FRANCES MARGARET FOX
A charming nature story of a “little giant” whose neighbours were the creatures of the field and garden.
A little story which teaches children that the birds are man’s best friends.
A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to the little readers who like stories of “real people.”
The story of Betty’s brother, and some further adventures of Betty herself.
Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, or “childhood,” of the little creatures out-of-doors.
A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor children, with an unlimited capacity for fun and mischief. The wonderful never-to-be forgotten Christmas that came to them is the climax of a series of exciting incidents.
By MISS MULOCK
A delightful story of a little boy who has many adventures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother.
The story of a household elf who torments the cook and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the children who love and trust him.
Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant source of delight to them, and “His Little Mother,” in this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts of youthful readers.
An attractive story of a summer outing. “Little Sunshine” is another of those beautiful child-characters for which Miss Mulock is so justly famous.
By MARSHALL SAUNDERS
A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved his country; written with that charm which has endeared Miss Saunders to hosts of readers.
In this touching little book, Miss Saunders shows how dear to her heart are all of God’s dumb creatures.
Alpatok, an Eskimo dog from the far north, was stolen from his master and left to starve in a strange city, but was befriended and cared for, until he was able to return to his owner. Miss Saunders’s story is based on truth, and the pictures in the book of “Alpatok” are based on a photograph of the real Eskimo dog who had such a strange experience.
By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE
This story, written by the gifted young Southern woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style.
Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome the further account of the adventures of Baydaw and the Fellow at the home of the kindly smith.
This continues the experiences of the Farrier’s dog and his Fellow, written in Miss Dromgoole’s well-known charming style.
A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of Alabama children who move to Florida and grow up in the South.
By MARIAN W. WILDMAN
An account of the adventures of four children and their pet dog on an island, and how they cleared their brother from the suspicion of dishonesty.
This is a story of the exploits and mishaps of two mischievous twins, and continues the adventures of the interesting group of children in “Loyalty Island.”
By CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS
The story of two boys who turned their yacht into a fishing boat to earn money to pay for a college course, and of their adventures while exploring in search of hidden treasure.
By OTHER AUTHORS
By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL
A capital tale of newspaper life in a big city, and of a bright, enterprising, likable youngster employed thereon.
The late Bishop Clark’s popular story of the boy who fell through the earth and came out in China, with a new introduction by Bishop Potter.
By KATE UPSON CLARK
The adventures of two little people who tried to earn money to buy crutches for a lame aunt. An excellent description of child-life about 1812, which will greatly interest and amuse the children of to-day, whose life is widely different.
By JAMES OTIS, author of “Toby Tyler,” etc.
Larry Hudson is a typical American boy, whose hard work and enterprise gain him his ambition,—an education and a start in the world.
By JANE P. SCOTT WOODRUFF
A touching story of Yule-tide.
By LAURA UPDEGRAFF
A story of two orphan children, the tender devotion of the eldest, a boy, for his sister being its theme and setting. With a bit of sadness at the beginning, the story is otherwise bright and sunny, and altogether wholesome in every way.
Written fifty years or more ago, and not originally intended for publication, this little fairy-tale soon became known and made a place for itself.
By R. L. STEVENSON
Mr. Stevenson’s little volume is too well known to need description. It will be heartily welcomed in this new and attractive edition.