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fessor of a noble science to find an ness' sake into the wilderness, from opportunity to teach in an institu- the church at Northampton, where tion not thus tainted. Thus far she he had preached twenty-four years. stands alone and the college which John Huntington, Mr. Byrd's grandneeds the services of true nobility father, was a Revolutionary soldier and honesty above all else is yet to

at the battle of the Brandywine. be heard from. Old John Brown of Miss Byrd's mother, before marHarper's Ferry had the same splen- riage Elizabeth A. Low, descended did isolation in his quixotic advo- from John Endicott, early governor cacy of what he believed to be the of Massachusetts. She is grandstraightforward demands of simple daughter of the Revolutionary solconscience yet we know to-day that dier, Eliphalet Perley, and greatno act did so much for American grand-daughter of Asa Perley, a freedom as did his, insane and fool- member of the provincial Congress. ish as it was called at the time. One of her brothers, David Low, in There are not wanting to-day peo- early days a prominent judge in ple who declare that her act is in Kansas, served in Congress one the same line of simple, heroic self term, but did not seek reëlection besacrifice to the demands of con- cause he found 'politics and ideal science as was his and may be as far honesty incompatible.' reaching in its results.

It seems to be one more case of The New England conscience is

"blood will tell.' Yet there are still with us. It needs its heroes of many college professors in this expression. Maybe we shall hear country of equally good blood. Will and see more of them now that the

theirs tell also in the future? Time noble example has been set. There

will show. is opportunity for others to answer to their inward questionings ,as did

Green Acre Martin Luther, “I cannot do otherwise.”

Miss Byrd inherits her New Eng- of free speech in religion, in land conscience from a long line of ethical and moral culture, in noble ancestry as will be seen from great movements of the day and the following "appreciation" of her would-be great movements of the which appears in the Springfield day, in fads and fancies even, is Republican, written by an intimate now in open session, in full swing friend.

and will so remain for the months "Miss Byrd's independence of

independence of of July and August. It is the thirthought and devotion to principle teenth season of this unique organiare what might be expected from zation and seemingly the luckiest her ancestry and early environment,


Great men and women in Her father, Rev. John Huntington plentiful numbers, lesser men and Byrd, who suffered persecution as women in perhaps even greater numan anti-slavery man in Kansas be- bers, with that occasional sprinkling for the Civil War. was great-great- of people of undeniably small caligrandson of Rev. Timothy Edwards, bre but large bore, the self fancied father of that immortal Edwards

great guns, all are in attendance at who wrote on 'The Freedom of the a beautiful spot, dispensing and reWill,' when driven for righteous-ceiving large hospitality in matters

of mental and moral culture, dreams, voice but you must not make fun of hopes and aspirations. Eliot, Maine, or acrimoniously criticise those of way down in Piscataquis County, is the other fellow. Therein lies at the lucky town which receives and once the charm of the place and its gives out all this uplift of soul and real value. outpouring of enthusiasm and the The most distinctive feature of spot is as beautiful as the thoughts Green Acre is its noble persistency which are given voice there; pos- in the effort to reconcile differences sibly the future will know it as a of faith and religious belief, to reMecca toward which eyes of pil- veal the real unity of religious ideals grims will turn reverentially as despite their varying forms of exthey now do toward Concord in the pression and to promote a closer belief that greatness like that of sympathy between such; to give 1 Emerson and Thoreau shall have better appreciation of the peculiar left its ennobling atmosphere be- genuis of each race. The philosohind it. Surely out of so great a phy of India and of Persia, the exwinnowing, though there may be ponents of Buddhism and Brahmangreat piles of bran for the feeding ism, here come in contact with of cattle, there shall also be much western thought, with the Concord wheat for the nourishing of man. school of philosophy, with Chris

Those who know Green Acre best tian Science, mind cure, latter day know best the nature and value of temperance teachings and sociology. its annual offering: Every season Each learns of the other and the is primarily devoted to the live and general public learns of all. It is illuminating discussion of some of

the camp meeting idea broadened the most vital issues and movements and put on a world basis. Mingled

a of the day. As a free platform, in with it all is the glory of the dawn no wise hampered or restricted, amid the pines and firs of Maine, Green Acre becomes occasionally the sweet somnolence of the sunsets, an asylum for fads and hobbies. the vigor of high noon and the But the number of fads aired there solemn radiance of the stars in the is, in comparison with the matters great world of out-of-doors. of real moment discussed by people One can but believe that the soul whose thought is of real value, sur- of Omar Khayam takes a jug and a prisingly small. The self-denomi.

ioaf beneath the bough at Green nated Elijahs and John the Baptists Acre and mingles philosophy with who come there to pray in their the out-door life of the northern own peculiar way are apt to remain wilderness. Where inspiration and to scoff at their own foolish fancies aspiration thus mingle there should and finally leave restored to a meas- surely be no expiration and the life

a ure of sanity and broad-mindedness of the hopeful movement will doubtthrough contact with the really less continue through long years to great and earnest thought of the come, bringing to pass perhaps the real leaders. Green Acre is intoler real university of thought which is ant of only one thing, and that is in- yet a dream like the many fancies tolerance. You may tell your own which are propounded and discussed dreams and visions with a free at this sylvan retreat.

Adining room with the morning knows that he's got his way to

Awakened Memories

ought to have spoken to me before trying to steal my little girl's heart.”

"O, dad !" cried Bessie, and there By ARTHUR WILLIAM BEER

was no doubt about the tears now.

"He means to speak to you just so S Mr. Harper

wins his

He paper in his hand, he met his

make. When he was here, he didn't eighteen-year-old daughter Bessie,

think that he had any right to say in charming negligée, at the foot of the stairs.

anything—he didn't know just how

I felt about him.” “Bessie,” said he, “there is some

"And now he knows? Ah, daughthing I have been wanting to say to

ter !—you must show me his letters." you for some time, but you keep

"Yes, dad." such irregular hours nowadays thai

"Bring them to me in the library one seldom has the pleasure of your

after dinner this evening." company."

“Yes, dad," came the answer, very “Well, what is it, dad? You

low and indistinct. aren't going to give me a scolding, are you?" replied Bessie, glancing up with laughing blue eyes at her When her father had gone to the father's grave face.

office, Bessie had a long and tearful “When Fred Wallace was here interview with her mother, who was last summer, he used to come to the in her daughter's confidence, and to house rather frequently.”

whom the vision of Fred Wallace “Yes, dad.”

as a future son-in-law was not alto“And since his return to New gether unwelcome, for she had seen York he has written to you."

much of him the previous summer “Ye-es, dad," Bessie

Bessie admitted, and recognized his sterling qualiwith drooping eyelids, and the sus- ties. picion of a tear.

“It will not do to oppose your "Bessie. child!


very father," said Mrs. Harper, after they young, and I'm afraid this will have had discussed the affair in all its to come to an end. Wallace is a phases; "but I have a plan in mind good boy, I believe, but he's got his that may help you. At any rate it spurs to win yet; and, besides, he will do no harm to try it.”






At the hour appointed, Bessie “Dad! since you don't want me to walked demurely into the library, read you any more of the letters, carrying a little packet in her hand, won't you just take a peep at them

"Ah, so you have brought the let- for yourself?" ters, daughter?" said Mr. Harper, “I don't want them, unless to glancing up from the perusal of his have the privilege of placing them evening paper.

where they properly belong—in the “Yes, dad; and I'll sit down here fire,” he retorted. Nevertheless he and read some of them to you, if took the proferred package, while you are still willing to hear them," Bessie sank down in the chair and replied his obedient daughter. buried her face in her hands.

“Very good; but will you promise "Bessie!" said Mr. Harper, in a to read them just as they are writ- subdued tone, after the lapse of a ten?" he inquired.

few ominous moments. "Yes, dad, honor bright!"

"Yes, dad,” came the muffied re"All right, then; go ahead.” sponse from the depths of the easy

Bessie settled herself comfort- chair. ably in the big chair and began to "Where did you get these letread in a very serious voice:

ters?” "My darling little Bessie!"

“Mother lent them to me, dad; "What!” exclaimed Mr. Harper, and I really did read them just as jumping up from his seat.

they were written, only I changed “You said I was to read every- the names." thing just as it was written," Bes- "Well, little girl, you've outwitted sie returned rather saucily.

You needn't show me the let"Well," muttered Mr. Harper, as ters you really have received yourhe reseated himself, “I suppose I self. I'm afraid they can't possibly shall have to stand it. His ‘darling be more idiotic than those I wrote little Bessie,' indeed! Well, what to your mother when she was about follows that brilliant opening ?" your age.

Come here, daughter! What followed, you all know, for You little sinner! when I thought there is little originality left in the you were sobbing your eyes out just old, old story.

Mr. Harper arose now, I believe you were shaking again and commenced to pace the with laughter. There, run along, library floor as Bessie calmly plod- and when you next write to Fred ded on through the scorching mis- vou might ask him if it would suit sives.

his majesty's convenience to spend “Stop!" he interrupted presently. a week-end with us some time in Of all the foolish stuff I ever lis- the near future. It seems that he's tened to, that is positively the cli- won his first case rather easily, with max. Is a man capable of writing your assistance." such abominable nonsense as that “And, Bessie,” he added, as that to a girl likely to make a sensible radiant nymph was tripping lightly husband? Impossible! and he calls out, after kissing and hugging her himself a lawyer. Why it's sheer father, "will you find out where rot, I tell you!"

your mother is and ask her if she "Dad." said Bessie, when his won't please step into the library storm of words had subsided a little. for a little while."


The Curse in the Blessing



ran on.

NE day in the early summer block next to us, which he's bought there was

a great ferment and is going to tear down and make amongst the residents of Bow- the place into a park." ler street, down in the poor tene- "A park!" echoed John, looking ment quarter of the city. Two well up with his face covered with soapdressed strangers

had appeared suds. there that morning and acted in a “Ay,” said his wife, “a park, an rather mysterious manner. Their open place with trees and grass and attention seemed fixed upon a cer- flowers growing in it, right here at tain block, and after walking slowly our very door. Just think of it! up and down in front of this and Won't it be grand ? The men told seeming to estimate its height and us how it happened," her tongue length, they halted and set down

"One hot evening the old some figures in a notebook. These gentleman was taking a short cut unusual proceedings drew about through here to the station and them first a group of wondering what he saw made him go away children, then three or four women with tears in his eyes to think of ventured up. It was not long before what we poor people suffer in these curiosity led to questioning and then hot, crowded places, with never a the whole matter came out.

sight of a bit of green nor a mouthThe news spread like wildfire. No ful of cool, fresh air all the summer one in the neighborhood was more long So he looked around and excited by it than Mary Williams, bought the block just beyond us and who lived in the house on the oppo- he's going to make a pretty little site corner. When her husband park for us." came home from work that evening “Poo-00-st!" said Williams with Mary was still out talking the mat- a final slosh at his face and grabbing ter over with her neighbors; and so blindly for the towel. “That'll be John Williams went at once to the a fine thing for the kids. A gr-and sink to scrub off some of the grime thing." acquired at his daily toil of digging "Oh, won't it!" she cried enthusiin the sewer.

And thus he was en- astically. "And maybe our poor litgaged when Mary burst in upon tle Alice 'll get stronger then when him.

we can give her a bit of fresh air and "Oh, John, have you heard the the smell and sight of a few flowers.” news?" she cried eagerly. "What "Av, that's so," said John, polishdo you think! You've read of that ing off now. “I hope the Lord 'll old Mr. McGregor, the rich philan let us save her, Mary. It's mighty thropist? Well, he had some men hard for us poor people to see our around here to-day looking at the little ones fading away for want of

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