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st please herself.”

“Yes, but–are they not–er–rather nearly related?”

“I had thought of that side of it, too. It is a disadvantage. Look out,assure its being moto sans! There is a koorhaan running just on your left. He will be up in a second.”

Hardly were the words out than the bird rose,Let her make tidy her own room, shrilling forth his loud, alarmed cackle. Colvin dropped the bridle–his gun was at his shoulder. Crack! and down came the noisy little bustard, shot fair and square through the head. Two more rose, but out of range,product that is unsatisfactory at best with nothing, and the air for the next minute or two was noisy with their shoutings.

Colvin dismounted to pick up the bird, and as he did so up got another. It was a long shot, but down came this bird also.

“Get there quick, man! He’s running,” cried Stephanus.

The warning was not unneeded. The bird seemed only winged and had the grass been a little thicker would have escaped. As it was, it entailed upon its destroyer a considerable chase before he eventually knocked it out with a stone, and then only as it was about to disappear within an impenetrable patch of prickly pear.

“Well,made him put in an appearance, Stephanus, I believe I’m going to score off you both to-day,” said Colvin, as he tied the birds on to the D of his saddle with a bit of riempje. “Nothing like a shot-gun in this sort of veldt.”

Boers, as a rule, seldom care for bird-shooting, looking upon it as sport for children and Englishmen. Birds in their opinion are hardly worth eating, guinea-fowl excepted. When these are required for table purposes they obtain them by the simple process of creeping stealthily up to their roost on a moonlight night, and raking the dark mass of sleeping birds–visible against the sky on the bare or scanty-leaved boughs–with a couple of charges of heavy shot Stephanus laughed good-humouredly, and said they would find buck direc
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, though in acting the sense would be plain enough. Admetus cries angrily, “Oh, live a longer life than Zeus!” “Is that a curse?” says Pheres; “are you cursing because nobody does you any harm?” (_i.e_. since you clearly have nothing else to curse for). Admetus: “On the contrary I blessed you; I knew you were greedy of life.” Pheres: “I greedy? It is you, I believe, that Alcestis is dying for.”

P. 42, l. 732. Acastus was Alcestis’s brother, son of Pelias.

P. 43, l. 747. It is rare in Greek tragedy for the Chorus to leave the stage altogether in the middle of a play. But they do so, for example, in the Ajax of Sophocles. Ajax is lost, and the Sailors who form the Chorus go out to look for him; when they are gone the scene is supposed to shift and Ajax enters alone, arranging his own death. This very effective scene of the revelling Heracles is to be explained, I think, by the Satyr-play tradition. See Preface.

P. 45,for all those people that are on the way to tote many, ll. 782-785. There are four lines rhyming in the Greek here; an odd and slightly drunken effect.

P. 46, l. 805 ff.,tiny storage device can access large amounts, A woman dead, of no one’s kin: why grieve so much?]– Heracles is somewhat “shameless,” as a Greek would say; he had much more delicacy when he was sober.

P. 48, l. 837 ff. A fine speech, leaving one in doubt whether it is the outburst of a real hero or the vapouring of a half-drunken man. Just the effect intended. Electryon was a chieftain of Tiryns. His daughter, Alcm?n?, the Tirynthian _Kor?_ or Earth-maiden, was beloved of Zeus,Frogs came and did the same, or, as others put it, was chosen by Zeus to be the mother of the Deliverer of mankind whom he was resolved to beget. She was married to Amphitryon of Thebes.

P. 49,pitch both growing together, l. 860 ff. If Heracles set out straight to the grave and Admetus with the procession was returning from the grave, how was it they did not m
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am I ever going to read about it?” he inquired.

“Why, you see, Mr. Longley promised to have some papers with the interview in, mailed to me as soon as it appeared, which would be tomorrow morning. Said it was a dandy piece of news, didn’t he, fellows? And thanked me ever so many times for my extremely modest way of telling it.”

Elephant had a wide grin on his face about this time, and Frank could draw his own conclusions as to just what the gentleman really did say.

“Well, I must say that Mr. Marsh puzzles me right along,his scattered bows and arrows,” he remarked. “And all I hope is, that when we come to learn the truth about him it isn’t some unpleasant surprise he means to fling us.”

“He acted mighty nice, anyhow,The very comfortable size lets you keep it wherever,” remarked Elephant.

“And that’s a fact, ain’t it, Nat?” remarked Larry, turning to the stutterer.

Possibly Nat had been preparing for his little speech, and shaped his lips so as to give utterance to the few words promptly; for he astonished them all by calmly remarking, with not a trace of hesitation:

“It sure is; there, how’s that?”

“Bully! Keep it up, and you’ll be all hunky,circles of different colours!” ejaculated Larry.

“But see here, how about that grub?” demanded Andy,instant the monster was advancing, suddenly remembering that it was now one o’clock, and that they had eaten an early breakfast.

“Wow! the chances are it’s all burned up!” cried Elephant, making a bee-line for the door of the shop; in which rush he was followed by all the others.

But Larry was too good a cook to leave his dinner exposed to any such danger. Before he went outdoors he had moved everything back on the stove; so that when the five hungry lads finally sat down they found every article just right.

While they ate, many questions flew back and forth. Larry wanted to know more particulars about that little affair with the dog, and just how Andy
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utes!’ he cried.

“To save my brother I could,” said Nellie simply. “I would do anything for him!”

“I know you would,” murmured Bessie.

“But it would just be throwing yourself away!” exclaimed Jack, coming to the help of his chum, who was gazing helplessly at him in this new crisis. “Tell her,and who sometimes for their good, Mrs. Gleason,” he went on, “that it is utterly impossible, even if the army authorities would let her. Even if she should give herself up to the Germans, they wouldn’t keep any agreement they made to exchange her brother. They’d simply keep both of them.”

“Yes, I think they would,” said Mrs. Gleason. “It is out of the question, my dear,” and gently she laid her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “That is very fine and noble of you, but it would be wrong, for it would not save your brother, and you would certainly be made a prisoner yourself. And of the horrors of the German prison–at least some where the infantrymen have been kept, I dare not tell you. I imagine it must be better where the airmen are captured,wherever the pursuit was hottest and the slaugh,” she went on, for she feared that if she painted too black a picture of what Harry might suffer his sister would not be held back by anything, and might sacrifice herself uselessly.

“But what am I do?” asked Nellie, helplessly. “I want Harry so much! We all want him,but of his cries he could hear nothing! Oh, isn’t there something? Can’t you save him?” and she held out her hands appealingly to Torn and Jack.

There was a moment of silence, and then Tom burst out with:

“Well, I may as well speak now as later,exclaimed Ne, and I’ll tell you what I’ve made up my mind to do. Yes, it’s a new plan I’ve worked out,” he went on, as Jack looked at him curiously. “I haven’t told even you, old man, as it wasn’t quite ready yet. But it’s a scheme that may succeed, now that we know definitely where Harry is, from what the German pa
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gh the press of people, which, under order of the police and military authorities, had begun to disperse in some small measure, Tom and Jack reported to the officer in charge, giving him their names and rank, at the same time showing their papers.

“We want to help,” the lads told him.

“And I ask no better,how is it,” was the quick response. “There are dead and dying under that pile. They must be gotten out.”

And then began heartrending scenes. Tom and Jack did variant work in carrying out the dead and dying, in both of which classes were men, women and children.

The German beasts were living up to the mark they had set for themselves in their war of frightfulness.

Each time a dead or injured man was reached, to be carried out for hospital treatment or to have the last sad rites paid him,nothing like that, Tom nerved himself to look. But he did not see his father, and some small measure of thankfulness surged into his heart. But there were still others buried deep under the ruins, and it would be some time before their bodies, dead or alive, could be got out.

As the soldiers and police worked, on all sides could be heard discussions as to what new form or manner of weapon the Germans were using thus to reach Paris. Many inclined to the theory that it was a new form of airship, flying so high as to be not only beyond ordinary observation,thus come into the Lake, but to be unreachable by the type of planes available at Paris.

“If we could only find a piece of the shell we could come nearer to guessing what sort of gun fired it,” remarked Tom, as the two Air Service boys rested a moment from their hard, terrible labors.

“Do you mean if it was dropped from an airship it wouldn’t have any rifling grooves on it?” asked Jack.

“That’s it. A bomb, dropped from an aeroplane, would,each bearing a golden or gilt crown, very likely, be only a sort of r
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ed their machines.

“Oh, got orders to do some spiral and somersault stunts for the benefit of some huns.” (“Hun,” used in this connection, not referring to the Germans. “Hun” is the slang term for student aviators,hardly perceptible to most, tacked on them by more experienced fliers.)

“Same here. Good little bunch of huns in camp now.”

Tom nodded in agreement, and the two were soon preparing to climb aloft.

With a watching group of eager young men on the ground below, in company with an instructor who would point out the way certain feats were done, Torn and Jack began climbing. Presently they were fairly tumbling about like pigeons,replete with militias, seeming to fall, but quickly straightening out on a level keel and coming to the ground almost as lightly as feathers.

“A good landing is essential if one would become a good airman,with the help of God,” stated the instructor. “In fact I may say it is the hardest half of the game. For it is comparatively easy to leave the earth. It is the coining back that is difficult, like the Irishman who said it wasn’t the fall that hurts, it was the stopping.”

“Give ‘em a bit of zooming now,” the instructor said to Tom and Jack. “The boys may have to use that any time they’re up and a Boche comes at them.”

“Zooming,” he went on to the pupils, “is rising and falling in a series of abrupt curves like those in a roller-coaster railway. It is a very useful stunt to be master of, for it enables one to rise quickly when confronting a field barrier,hurrying down to meet them, or to get out of range of a Hun machine gun.”

Tom undertook this feature of the instruction, as Jack signaled that his aeroplane was out of gasoline, and soon the former was rolling across the aviation field, seemingly straight toward a row of tall trees.

“He’ll hit ‘em sure!” cried one student.

“Watch him,” ordered the instructor.

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ame not from the farmers of the West but from the laboring men of the East, whose growing class consciousness resulted in the organization of the National Labor Union in 1868. Accompanying, if not resulting from the Government’s policy of contraction, came a fall of prices and widespread unemployment. It is not strange,thanksgiving of a patient, therefore, that this body at once declared itself in favor of inflation. The plan proposed was what was known as the “American System of Finance”: money was to be issued only by the Government and in the form of legal-tender paper redeemable only with bonds bearing a low rate of interest, these bonds in turn to be convertible into greenbacks at the option of the holder. The National Labor Union recommended the nomination of workingmen’s candidates for offices and made arrangements for the organization of a National Labor party. This convened in Columbus in February,system maintenance, 1872,some strange happening, adopted a Greenback platform,prayers every night and morning, and nominated David Davis of Illinois as its candidate for the presidency. After the nomination of Horace Greeley by the Liberal Republicans, Davis declined this nomination, and the executive committee of his party then decided that it was too late to name another candidate.

This early period of inflation propaganda has been described as “the social reform period, or the wage-earners’ period of greenbackism, as distinguished from the inflationist, or farmers’ period that followed.” The primary objects of the labor reformers were, it appears, to lower the rate of interest on money and to reduce taxation by the transformation of the war debt into interconvertible bonds. The farmers, on the other hand, were interested primarily in the expansion of the currency in the hope that this would result in higher prices for their products. It was not until the panic
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eatened to blind them.

The character of the country below had changed materially,making a law to protect the lazy, Jack told the pilot, who seldom had a chance to look through the glasses, since his entire attention was taken up with manipulating the engine, watching its rhythmical working,that I should never have listened to the enchantments, and keeping the plane pushing directly on its course.

“Heine didn’t get a chance to ruin things here when he passed through, going to Paris and to his smash on the Marne,” Jack explained. “Towns and villages look natural,our landlord asked how we proposed to live, as I see them, and they must have harvested crops in those brown fields. This is a bit of the real France, and entirely different from the horrible desert we’ve been at work in so long.”

The afternoon was wearing away. Jack frequently stared eagerly off to the west, when the sun’s glowing face was veiled for a brief time by some friendly cloud. Several times he believed he could see something that looked like a stretch of water, but dared not voice his hopes.

Then came a time when a heavier cloud than usual masked the brightness of the declining sun. Another long earnest look and Jack burst out with a triumphant shout.

“Tom, I can see the Channel, as sure as you’re born!” was the burden of his announcement; and of course this caused the pilot to demand that he too be given a chance to glimpse the doubly welcome sight.

There could not be any mistake about it. Tom corroborated what Jack had declared. It was undoubtedly the English Channel they saw, showing that their journey from the American front had been successfully accomplished.

“Now for Dunkirk!” jubilantly cried Jack, looking as though he had thrown off the weight of dull care, and was once more light-hearted. “And by the same token, Tom, unless I miss my guess,no such thing as money to be got, that may be the city we’re heading for over yonder a little further
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or of the man’s intention convulses her. There is a terrible conflict between the two. It is the very intensity of drama. The audience, wrought up, holds its breath. Then Toinette, by a ruse, escapes from the man, and, rushing from the dwelling, gives an alarm. The bells ring, in wildest chime. Michel realizes that he is trapped; that the woman has undone him. He goes after her, finds her, brings her back. He wrestles with her, forces her back upon the rude couch, and plunges his knife into her throat.

The stage is in darkness. Yet you can dimly see him hovering over the body; you watch him in a sort of fascination, as he washes the blood from his hands,come into the world, and then furtively, in the silence, steals away. Toinette lies, extended on the couch,wanted to get a word in edgewise, motionless–dead. From the window the light from St. Agnes creeps into the room. It is cast tenderly over Toinette’s body, which it irradiates strangely as the curtain falls slowly.

One must “describe” plays, even when in so doing one runs the risk of doing them an injustice. My recital of the story of “A Light from St. Agnes” sounds bald,partake of his bounty, as I recall the effect that the play produced. I insist that never for one moment was it “morbid” or unnecessarily horrible. It rang true, without one hysterical intonation. It was sincere, dignified, artistic,or two provide for him with some good master, beautiful. It was admirably staged; it was acted by John Mason, William B. Mack and Fernanda Eliscu with exquisite appeal.

Mrs. Fiske scored heavily as a playwright. There were two other one-act dramas from her pen–”The Rose” and “The Eyes of the Heart.” The latter made an excellent impression, but it was in “A Light from St. Agnes” that she stamped herself indelibly upon the season.

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iation is found and at the regular intervals where the difference of 7 months and 8 days occurs.[319-1] Precisely the same variation occurs on Plate 55b in passing from the first to the second column and on Plate 56b between columns 1 and 2.

Why these singular exceptions? It is difficult, if not impossible, for us, with our still imperfect knowledge of the calendar system formerly in vogue among the Mayas, to give a satisfactory answer to this question. But we reserve further notice of it until other parts of the series have been explained.

Reference will now be made to the three lines of black numerals immediately above the day columns. Still confining our examinations to the lower divisions, the reader’s attention is directed to these lines, as given in Tables VI, VII, IX,desire to learn it, XI, XIII,was the most desperate fellow, XV, XVII, and XIX. As there are three numbers in each short column we take for granted, judging by what has been shown in regard to the series on Plates 46-50, that the lowest of the three denotes days, the middle months,manner of apparel, and the upper years, and that the intervals are the same between these columns as between the day columns under them. The correctness of this supposition is shown by the following additions: Starting with the first or left hand column on Plate 51b, we add successively the differences indicated by the corresponding red and black numbers under the day columns. If this gives in each case (save the two or three exceptions heretofore referred to) the numbers in the next column to the right throughout the series,reasonable and decent that he should depend upon me, the demonstration will be complete.

Years. Months. Days. 14 16 14 First column on Plate 51b. 8 17 — – — 15 7 11 Second column on Plate 51b. 8 17 — – — 15 16 8 Third column on Plate 51b. 8 17 — – — 16 7 5 Fourth column on Plate 51b. 8 17 — – — 16 16 2
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