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 n I was at home, at my own table, with those two unsuspecting women, I felt the veriest scoundrel on the face of the earth.”

“Well you’re not!” and Nelson again grasped the hand of his friend.

“I agree to that,” said Lane, looking earnestly at Barham. “But now—will you tell us all you know about the night of the masquerade?”

Barham looked up quickly..

“You think I killed my wife, Mr. Lane. I don’t blame you—or, rather, I mean, I can’t wonder at it. When the police know this story and I suppose they must, I shall be suspected—probably accused—possibly convicted. That I must bear—for ‘he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die.’ But—I didn’t kill my wife.”

“Thank God!” and Nelson’s fervent expression told how eagerly he had been waiting for this declaration. He believed Barham implicitly; as he believed the whole story he had just heard, so he believed the statement of Barham’s innocence regarding the murder of Madeleine.

“Now the thing is to find the criminal,” Nick exclaimed, his whole face almost radiant with his relief.

But Lane was not so sure of Barham’s integrity.

“Tell us about the party,” he said, his eyes fixed on Barham’s face.

“I will,” and Barham sensed the doubt in the detective’s mind. “I had no wish to have it but some friends urged me to, and though I never had given a large party before, I consented, on condition that they should do all the planning and ordering. To this they consented and even sent out the invitations. I didn’t go down until the night of the ball.”

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 194 Perhaps the most complete and authoritative statement of the attitude of European labor towards the Soviets and their Communist Internationale is to be found in the open letter of the International Federation of Trades Unions dated March 23, 1921. This letter is signed by the Executive Committee of the International Federation of Trades Unions as follows: Jouhaux (France), Martens (Belgium), Fimmen and Oudegeest (Holland). Only the name of the President of the organization, J. H. Thomas, of Great Britain, is lacking.

This letter was in reply to a very insulting epistle sent by Zinoviev, as President of the Communist Internationale, in which all the leaders of the International Federation of Trades Unions were declared to be "scabs" and traitors to the working class.

The Executive Committee of the International Federation of Trades Unions declares in its reply that it is ready to support the Russian people and the Russian revolution to the full extent of its powers, but it demands in return from the representatives of the Russian people that "they shall pursue a similar line of conduct towards the Internationale of Labor Unions." We see from this statement that the International Trades Union Bureau recognizes the Bolshevist Government as representing the Russian people in spite of the absolutely contradictory evidence it furnishes later in the same letter. Of the Soviet regime it demands only a friendly attitude to the Trades Union Internationale; in exchange for this, it is ready to give Bolshevism an absolutely free hand in Russia to continue the despotic rule over labor described in the remainder of the letter! However, since this introductory statement shows that the International

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“Will you detail your movements that evening?” Lane asked him.

“Certainly. I was at home for dinner. Afterward, I went to the Club—you remember, Nick, I talked with you a few moments. After that I merely left the Club, walked a block or two, took a taxi, made the necessary changes in my appearance while in the taxi. That is, I did so in part. As I reached the studio before any guests arrived, I could fix myself up at my leisure.”

“One moment, Mr. Barham. Was part of your disguise a change in your especially white teeth?”

“Yes;” and Barham looked surprised at the question. “I had a small vial of a brown colored preparation. A swallow of that and my teeth were stained rather darker than they really are. I confess I became a bit of an expert at it.”

“And you used pumice stone to remove that brown stain. It was the pumice stone in your studio bathroom that helped me to my conclusions.”

“Right,” and Barham smiled a little ruefully. “I was not very clever, was I? But, as I told you, I really had no very great fear of discovery. I mean, if, or when I was discovered, I was ready to admit it all. However, to resume. By the time the guests arrived, I was completely my other self, and arrayed in my monk’s robe. Then the party began.”

Barham paused, as if unable to go on with his recital.

But Lane was waiting, eager and anxious for the rest.

“I didn’t enjoy the party much,” Barham said; “I care little for dancing and the whole thing bored me.”

“And then your wife came,” Lane said, pointedly.

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“I didn’t see my wife arrive,” he said. “I didn’t know she was there. I came away before the alarm of her death was raised—and I had no idea that she was in that house.”

“Why did you leave so suddenly and so unceremoniously?”

“That I shall not tell you—but it was in no way connected with my wife’s presence on the scene—of which I state, on my word of honor, I was entirely unaware.”

Lorimer Lane looked disappointed. And he was. Not that he, now, really suspected Andrew Barham guilty of his wife’s death, but so far he had believed in his veracity, and now he doubted it. There could be no reason, he argued, that would made Barham leave as he did leave, except the knowledge of his wife’s presence at the ball, either alive or dead.

“You say you left before the alarm of Mrs. Barham’s death was raised; but she was already dead when you ran out of the front door.”

“I didn’t run out.”

“No; on the contrary, you walked out casually, saying you would be back in a few moments.”

“I did.”

“Why did you go?”

“I cannot tell you.”

“You mean you will not?”

“I mean I will not.”

“Oh, Drew, for Heaven’s sake, tell us,” Nelson cried, in genuine distress. “You’ve been so frank and honest till now, do tell me the truth. Why did you go—if you didn’t know Madeleine was there?”

“I can’t tell you, Nick. Mr. Lane, I refuse to tell. You asked for my story, you have heard it. Now, it is up to you to make what use of it you see fit.”

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Andrew Barham folded his arms and sat back in his chair, as one who has played his part.

But Lane pursued his inquiries.

“Now, how about the scarab, Mr. Barham?”

“Oh, yes, the scarab. It is my own—and is, as Charley called it, a ‘lucky piece.’ I have had it for years, and I am a bit superstitious about it. Foolishly, I took it down to the studio and left it there. It was, I think, on the table in the den, and—I am only surmising now—but I fancy my wife saw it and recognized it as mine. She had it in her hand when she died—that is certain. Miss Cutler, thinking I cherished it, took it and saved it for me. My Chinaman saw this. Well, never mind all that—when Detective Hutchins showed it to me, I knew at once that the Museum people would recognize it as mine. It is a famous specimen. So I substituted another for it—both being my own property.”

“Yes—I see,” and Lane pondered a few moments. “Now, Mr. Barham, in view of your frank disclosures, I must ask you if you want me to continue my investigation of the case.

“I do not.”

“Do you, Mr. Nelson?”

“I want whatever Mr. Barham wants. He is my friend, and I agree to any decision he may make.”

“Can you tell me, Mr. Barham,” Lane went on, thoughtfully, “why your wife went down there that evening?”

“No; I cannot. That is what puzzles me. I should think it might be possible that she had seen or heard something that made her suspect the truth about me, and that she went down to see for herself. But I cannot think that; first, because I can see no possible way in which her suspicions could have been aroused, and also,

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 because her whole attitude toward me of late had been kinder and more pleasant than usual.”

“Yet it might have been that she suspected your deception,” Lane said.

“Yes, it might be,” Barham agreed. “I’ve thought over that a great deal, but I can come to no conclusion.”

“And that night, Mr. Barham, when you left the studio party you came directly home?”

“I did. I took a bus on Fifth Avenue which came up to my own door. I rode a few blocks past, and walked back. I let myself in with my latchkey, and went at once to my room and to bed.”

“You refuse to tell why you left the party?”

“I refuse.”

“Very well, go on.”

“I had been in bed less than an hour, when my man called me to the telephone, and I heard the astounding news that my wife was dead—or, as they put it, fatally injured—in my own studio! I was absolutely stunned with amazement. Understand, I had no idea she was there when I left the place.”

“Mr. Barham, that is the one point of your story that I can’t believe!”

“I believe it!” Nelson cried. “I know it is true if you say so, Drew. Go on.”

“That’s all there is to tell. I went down there at the summons of the police, and I found my wife there—dead. I cannot tell you of my surprise and horror—and bewilderment. Nor do I yet understand why she was there.”

“And after all that—Mr. Barham, you returned to the studio in your disguise?”

“I went down first in my rightful name. I went with Mr. Nelson, in hopes I might find my scarab, which I greatly prized, and which I knew would be recognized as

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 mine if found. But I couldn’t find it—so I secretly left a note for Charley asking him to search for it.”

“But you went down again—in your Locke disguise, and had a set to with the man Glenn—and lost your wig!”

Andrew Barham couldn’t repress a slight smile at the recollection and only replied, “Yes, I did.”

“What did you go for?”

“I don’t care to tell you.”

“Then I’ll tell you. You went for the picture of Miss Cutler. You secured it, and brought it home with you, and it is now in your desk drawer at home.”

Andrew Barham looked a little surprised, but he said, “Since you know that, I will tell you that I did do so. I will tell you, too, that I do care for Miss Cutler, and I hope some day in the future to tell her so in person. But I want to say that not only did I never hint this to her during the life of my wife, but I did not realize it myself. It is only since my series of troubles began, that I have learned the state of my own heart, and I will say to you two men in confidence, that I do love Pearl Jane Cutler, but I will ask you to respect my secret, for the present, at least.”

Andrew Barham was so quietly dignified, so truly frank, that the two men who listened felt a renewed respect for him, and Lane hastily revised certain of his decisions.

Nick Nelson merely grasped once again the hand of his friend, and there was no need of words between them.

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 Rh Federation of Trades Unions wishes to be as friendly to the Russian Bolshevists as the latter will allow, the indictment that follows has all the more weight. The International Bureau Executive continues:

The Executive of the Trade Union Internationale then turns its attention to the ignorance displayed by the Bolshevists in all their discussions of the labor situation of other countries and especially of the labor unions. It points out that the International Trades Union Federation has twenty-four million members and estimates on the basis of Zinoviev's own statement that the new Red Labor Union Internationale has less than a million mem-


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Digging stick. The earliest agricultural implement was the digging stick. It was used in planting maize and other crops, as a lever to pry out bushes when clearing the ground, as a pick when digging irrigating ditches, and in case of surprise it made an effective weapon of defense. It was made of ironwood or from the spiny tree, Zizyphus lycioides. The short handle necessitated a crouching or sitting position by the operator. (Fig. 10, a.)

Shovel. Wooden shovels were used to throw out the earth that usually required loosening by the digging stick when constructing the irrigating canal. They were of cottonwood, in the case of the larger, lighter ones, or of mesquite. The handle and blade were in one piece, the former being very short and the latter having the natural curve of the trunk from which it came. (Fig. 10, b.)

Hoe. Another implement of early adoption by the Pimas combined the functions of spade and hoe. It was used to loosen the soil around plants and to cut away weeds. It was made of ironwood and was thin, hard, and heavy. As it was quite short and curved but slightly it could be used only when the workman was in a kneeling or sitting position. It was sharpened along the convex curve at the wider end. The entire implement was so thin that it must have chafed the hands. But one specimen was found on the reservation (fig. 10, c).

Dibble. The implement described above was superseded by one obtained from the Mexicans who frequently came to trade with the Pimas. The new implement more nearly resembled the primitive digging stick than it did the flat "hoe" (fig. 10, d). It was furnished

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 196 bers outside of Russia. The International Executive then continues:

That Zinovieff, who speaks in the name of a so-called Labor Union Internationale, is ignorant of all this only shows that he has no conception whatever of the European labor union movement. This does not surprise us. We are only too well aware that this gentleman knows the labor union movement only from books and pamphlets and was never a working man. Was it not Lenin who, shortly before the October (1917) coup d' etat, wrote as follows of this Mr. Zinovieff: "I knew he was an ignoramus; but I didn't know he was also a coward."

And this man accuses us of not being working men! The confusion which runs among the ideas of Mr. Zinovieff is very comprehensible to us. He is simply unable to conceive of a labor union movement which is fully independent of the political movement. Did he not write in the "Communist Internationale" on April 9th "You (the Communist Party) bind the political struggle and the economic struggle together as a single whole and supervise the political struggle of the proletariat just as you conduct its economic struggle."

We declare frankly that the situation in which the labor organizations of your country find themselves, owing to your conduct, doesn't entitle you to give us lectures.

Lectures from you! You do not appear to know, Mr. Zinovieff, that your standpoint has long ago become obsolete and belongs to the past. For more than thirty years the labor unions of Central and Western Europe have freed themselves from the guardianship of all politicians and political parties and experience has taught them they have acted wisely. All your arrogance doesn't do away with the fact that you are setting about to begin the development of the labor union movement all over again. Try, gentlemen, to be a little less behind the times and endeavor to gain some knowledge of the facts.


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 Rh It is of little consequence whether these facts are known to you or not, or whether, according to the teachings of Lenin, you regard all poisons and tricks and cloakings of the truth as permissible in order to gain control of the labor unions. (This refers to the Macchiavellian expression of Lenin cited in previous chapters.)

In our letter of the 15th of December we wrote: "If you or other representatives of your labor union movement chance to desire to gain more information about our movement—during which you would perhaps convince yourselves that you have hitherto done nothing but to damage your own movement and to harm the proletariat—then we are ready at any time to give you the desired information.

If we haven't had the opportunity of enjoying the blessings of your regime personally, at least we know your system and your principles. We know your theories, as they are printed on paper, but we also know them as applied in practice, which is well illustrated by your over-crowded prisons. We know the dependence of the Soviets upon the Communist Party—which has created a new autocracy. We know the happy condition the Russian people finds itself in and the welfare your rule has brought—on paper. And we hear with satisfaction that you regard Middle and Western Europe as not yet being ripe for your beneficent plans.

Look once more at our letter of December 15th which in your haste to answer quickly you read too superficially. For there we declared that we are very ready to teach you, however painful it is to us that men equipped with such complete power as you have can scarcely open their mouths or take a pen in hand without giving new proof that they are without the slightest knowledge of those things which men in their position ought to know.

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 198 The Soviet Government itself has been forced to take notice of the rising tide of hostility in the ranks of European labor. The British Labor Party protested against the severe punishment meted out to Russian trade unionists who had been bold enough to give them truthful information during their visit to Russia. This protest had no effect upon the barbarian ears of the Soviets. They refused to moderate their policy in the slightest degree in response to such ineffective verbal pressure but at the same time felt obliged to issue one of their usual statements attempting to cover their actions by a few utterly meaningless phrases. The statement, signed by Krassin, was in part as follows:

That is, the Russian Communists, claiming to represent the revolutionary proletariat of the world, assert their right of life and death over anybody who happens to fall into their power, no matter how large the pro-


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98 with a steel blade that was straight on one side and rounded on the other.

Plow. Of comparatively modern introduction, the wooden plow is of but passing interest in our present researches. It is a survival of European culture that effectively influenced the Pimas for but one generation, or from 1850 to 1880, when the influx of Americans created a demand for wheat which the Pimas were able to supply in part as they could not have done without this implement. By the end of that period they received steel plows. The wooden plow was made of mesquite or ironwood with a cottonwood tongue that extended to the ox yoke. The rear end of the tongue was beveled underneath to an edge which engaged with a transverse notch in the handle. The bottom dragged at a considerable angle, so that the point alone came in contact with the soil. The cutting face was usually supplied with an iron or steel covering resembling the single-shovel cultivator of the Americans. The bottom and single handle were of one piece, the latter being a branch that set at a convenient angle, about 70 degrees, with the trunk of the tree from which the bottom of the plow was cut (fig. 11). The tongue was held in place by a mesquite pin passing through the bottom and a slot in the butt of the tongue and tightened by two wedges which were adjusted by means of a mesquite mallet carried for the purpose.

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370 which strike deep into the soil that has been upturned under the husbandry of the Almighty Spirit of all grace, and the flowers and fruits of which, after beautifying and enriching for a season these wintry climes of earth, are destined to appear in richer and more beauteous forms, amid the never-withering flowers and fruits of Paradise. They feel themselves bound, by every obligation the most sacred and divine, to cultivate that poverty of spirit without which the kingdom of heaven is not theirs; that mourning for sin, without which they shall never be comforted; that meekness, without which they shall never inherit the earth; that hungering and thirsting after righteousness, without which they shall never be filled; that mercifulness, without which they shall never obtain mercy; that purity of heart, without which they shall never see God; that patience and forbearance, forgiveness and good-will, that shall ever prompt them to love their very enemies, to bless those that curse them, to do good to them that hate them, and to pray for those that despitefully use them and persecute them. Above all, they feel themselves bound to cultivate that charity, or heavenly love, of all the graces best, without which they know they may speak with the tongues of men and of angels, possess all faith, so that they would remove mountains, bestow all their goods to feed the poor, and give their body to be burned, and yet be nothing; that charity which suffereth long and is kind, which envieth not, which vaunteth not itself and is not puffed up, which rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth, which beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things; that charity, which, like “the immortal amaranth, a flower that once in Paradise, fast by the tree of life, began to bloom,” derives its origin from heaven, and, after temporarily gracing and adorning earth with its presence, thence returns to heaven again where first it grew, and there for ever grows, peering aloft, the richest and most beauteous flower in the garland of immortality. The thousands and the tens of thousands, who, amid many cleaving infirmities and many acknowledged imperfections, thus habitually strive, in humble dependence on Divine aid, to have the lower vestment of their practical life and conduct, which is of earthly texture, thus in-woven with the moral virtues, and the upper robe, which is of heavenly fabric, thus begemmed with the heavenly graces; these, constituting, as they do, at once the preservative “salt” and the irradiating “light” of British society, diffuse all round them the most healthful influences—influences, which circulate in multiplied reflections from the minds and characters of myriads more, that have little or no intrinsic savour and lustre of their own. It is the very nature of moral and spiritual good-


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Bay of Islands
Martin's notes concerned the effects of the tidal wave in the Bay of Islands and vicinity. In 1875, the wife of J F Martin of Russell had a baby:

https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS18751113.2.7

The birth matches this record: Seems likely that J F Martin is John Finlay Martin, postmaster at Russell.

https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZH18790929.2.16

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 Rh letarian majority which condemns their action! It may be doubted if a more thinly veiled defense of sheer despotism was ever offered to the world.

In spite of the fact that the Russian people are allowed no voice whatever within that country, it must not be supposed that they have been successfully stifled. Innumerable representative individuals from all classes, including the trade unions, men and women whose integrity and credentials cannot be questioned, have escaped, to give voice to the opinions of the Russian people. Moreover, the largest labor organizations of Russia, that is the rank and file of the trade unions, without reference to the new leaders appointed by the Soviets or the new imaginary organizations created by them, have been in continued contact with European labor. The same is true of the Socialist Revolutionary Party, numerically the most important political organization in Russia. There is, moreover, no misunderstanding whatever of the Russian situation in neighboring countries, such as Germany and Scandinavia, where the contact with Russia has been close and continuous and pro-Bolshevist "intellectuals" can deceive nobody. But besides this testimony the labor delegations visiting Soviet Russia have secured reports from the trades unions and from the socialist parties as organizations. Some of these are published in the report of the British Labor Delegation. From the most important, the address to British labor by the Executive Committee of the Socialist Revolutionary Party, signed by Chernoff, Gotz, and other leaders known to the entire labor and socialist movement of Europe, we quote the following characterization of the Bolshevist régime:


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 200 "We quite understand that the British proletariat, deafened by the clamour of the recent world slaughter, not yet recovered from the wave of national chauvinism, would like to see in Russia, in spite of the libels of petty bourgeois penny-a-liners, the living example of how a people, after having shaken off its feet the dust of the old world, has risen on the ruins of the war conflagration to a new work of creation, free and untrammelled by any chains or bonds. We quite agree that some illusions must be left, and that the proletariat of Europe has created "the Red Legend" of a great country where Socialism, unrealisable to Philistine bourgeoisie, has not only been tried, but has now existed for nearly three years, in spite of the civil war, the blockade, and an artificial isolation from the rest of the cultured world, amid the gibes of inimically-inclined people hedging it round. We are well aware that this Red Legend, this Red Myth may exert an elevating influence on the ardour of the proletarian vanguard, causing its heart to beat faster, proudly raising its head, and straining to tenseness its revolutionary muscle. We are loath to confess that this Red Legend must react with a force directly proportionate to the square of its distance, and that the number of models of admirable energy worthy of imitation is far below the number of examples showing us how a Social Revolution should not be accomplished.

We would ask you to try and distinguish among the many strange and Asiatically-savage facts of Bolshevik-Communist dictatorship something more than the mere mad pranks of a Caliban. Do not forget that revolutionary passion carried to fanatical excess, added to the impatience characteristic of an active temperament, often prove fatal. You must always bear in mind that Russia has lived for ages under a regime of all-around oppression on the part of the Government; that the training of the people in ideas of democracy demanded a period of time too long for the patience of a great number


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while this was all satisfactory to the friends of Andrew Barham it was not so easily accepted by the police.

Hutchins and Dickson both listened to the whole story as detailed by Lorimer Lane to them.

“Are you sure about this thing?” Dickson asked. “I had sort of a notion that Locke was a masquerader, but I couldn’t make the facts fit it. Why, the two men are directly opposite in character—I mean Barham and the artist.”

“No, they’re not,” Lane contradicted. “That’s what I noticed first. They have much in common. The appointments of Locke’s bathroom, the fine towels, the expensive soaps and all that, first struck me as being out of keeping with a poor artist, and hinted at a cultured gentleman. The furniture of the place is not elaborate, but all the little personal belongings betoken a luxury-loving nature. Oh, well, the man himself told me the whole story—we can’t very well doubt it.”

“No, of course not,” Dickson agreed, “but it’s a pretty big yarn to swallow. And, moreover, that settles the question of the murder. Of course it was Barham who killed his wife. She went down there to spy on him and he killed her and ran away. Too easy. All for the love of the little Cutler girl, of course.”

“I don’t think Barham killed his wife,” Lane demurred. “He isn’t the sort to do that. And, too, he said himself

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 Rh of the people themselves. The temptation proved too strong to effect a leap right over the dead level of unpreparedness with the help of enlightened despotism and the rod of Peter the Great shaped according to a new Communist fashion. Taking all this into consideration, it will, perhaps, be clear to you why in the tumultuous chaos of the revolutionary tempest, one part of the Russian Socialists so quickly and easily cast off the outward gilding of scientific Socialism, showing underneath the Asiatic nature of enlightened despotism with a Communist lining.

In spite of abundant evidence of this character contained in its report, the British Labor Delegation, being divided, took no decisive stand and made statements flatly contradicted not only by other delegations, but by some of their own delegates, as already noted. This led to further protest by the Socialist-Revolutionists represented in Paris by another leader known in all countries, O. S. Minor—a man, like the others, who has spent most of his life in prison or exile because of his socialistic and revolutionary opinions. Referring especially to the failure of the British Labor Party to do anything on behalf of the oppressed population of Russia, in particular the labor unionists and agriculturists, Minor said:

Still less can we understand how so many of the Socialists can, with a clear conscience, justify the methods of Bolshevism for Russia, at the same time rejecting them for their own countries. Such a view shows either a conscious or unconscious deep contempt for the Russian people, an insulting attitude toward them as towards a nation of slaves for whom the Communism of the Whip is the most appropriate, natural and national brand of Socialism.


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 he didn’t realize that he cared for the little girl until after his wife was dead.”

“And you fell for that! No, Mr. Lane, his affection for the young lady dates farther back. I can see the whole situation, and I haven’t the least doubt that Mrs. Barham discovered—or, at least suspected her husband’s double life and went to the masquerade ball in order to see for herself. That’s why she told no one where she was going. That’s why she told her chauffeur to take her there that night, meaning to go on to the Gardner party afterward. Then Barham, finding her there—of course he would know her in any costume—had a quarrel with her, and either with intent to kill her, or merely in a fit of blind rage, he flung the bronze at her and she fell. Immediately, Barham went down the front stairs, gave his monk’s robe to his servant, told the doorman he would be back shortly, and disappeared. Could there be a better way out of it all? He went back at once to his home, and, returning to his life as Andrew Barham, was free from all suspicion of his crime. I for one don’t want any clearer case against him.”

“I don’t believe it,” Lane mused; “I can’t believe it. He was so convincing as he told his story”

“Of course he was. He’s a clever man and a shrewd one. But he can’t convince me. I want some one else to hang this crime on, before I give up my hope of hanging it on him. He’s the logical criminal, he’s the obvious one—in a word, there’s no other way to look.”

“No”; Lane insisted. “You’re wrong and I know you’re wrong—and I’ll prove you’re wrong. Give me a couple of days—give me twenty-four hours before you arrest Andrew Barham, and I’ll give you another suspect—and the right one, or I’ll eat my own words.”

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The police agreed to this, saying they should, however, keep a close watch on Barham’s movements.

As a matter of fact, Andrew Barham was at that moment making up his mind about a very important matter.

He had divulged his secret to the detective, Lane, who had, Barham was sure, gone straight to the police with it. Also, he had told Nick Nelson, his best friend, the whole truth. There was another still who deserved to hear the truth, and to her Barham was going to tell it.

He was a little uncertain how Pearl Jane would take the story. He had deceived her, he couldn’t deny that. Would she forgive him and be friends—or, would she resent it all too much?”

At any rate, he must find out. Barham was not the sort who fears to put it to the touch to win or lose it all.

And, he concluded to himself, if she scorns me, and refuses ever to see me again—well, that’s one more death to die.

So, from his own house, and on his own telephone, he called up Pearl Jane.

“Tommy!” she exclaimed, delightedly.

“Yes, dear—Tommy. Now, I am coming to see you—and I—well I don’t know just how to say what I have to say. But, Mr. Barham will come to see you first.”

“Mr. Barham!”

“Yes, Mr. Andrew Barham. When he comes—see him—will you, Pearl Jane?”

“Why, of course—but what can he want to see me about?”

“You’ll find out when he comes. Just receive him—and, be alone, will you?”

“Yes, of course I’ll do whatever you say, Tommy.”

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And in less than half an hour, Pearl Jane was informed of Mr. Barham’s arrival.

“Send him up,” she said—and sat, wondering.

And then Andrew Barham went up to Pearl Jane’s little sitting room.

She had never seen him before—to her knowledge.

But as soon as she did see him, she divined the truth at once.

“You—you are Tommy!” she said, looking at his blond hair, and gazing straight into his eyes, unhindered now by the large disfiguring glasses.

“Yes, dear—sit down and listen to my story.”

And then in his own simple, straightforward way, Andrew Barham told the girl the history of his double life—the reasons for it—and the closing of it by the tragedy that had come into it.

“Can you ever forgive me?” he asked, looking deep into her wondering eyes.

“I? I have nothing to forgive! You committed no crime against me.”

“I committed no crime at all, dear. I did not kill my wife.”

“But you know who did?”

“I have a suspicion, Pearl Jane, a grave suspicion. I think I do know who killed her. But I cannot tell of it. I cannot bring myself to cast suspicion on one who may, after all, be as innocent as I am myself. First, though, I want to make my peace with you. You don’t resent, then, my deception of you—of you all? It was such a comfort to me to live the studio life—to have the studio friends—oh, little girl, you can never know how awful my home life was!”

“Why, dear? How?”

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 words. Barham had never expected to divulge his secret woes, but this girl’s attitude was so confidential, so receptive, he couldn’t help it.

“My wife was utterly uncongenial to me,” he said, “this is no disparagement to her—she was a fine woman—but her tastes were all for society, and especially, Bridge playing society. I hate card playing, and so we had nothing in common. She knew and admitted this, and we drifted farther and farther apart. Too, I wanted to paint—I know I’m not an artist, but I love it so. My wife objected to my painting at home, so I set up a studio down here. I had no intention, at first, of keeping it secret, but it seemed better to do so, if I would be let alone, so I carried out the plan.

“And, as is my habit with anything I undertake, I carried it out thoroughly. I used every precaution that no one should suspect that Thomas Locke was Andrew Barham. And it was not at all difficult. I soon had the whole matter so well adjusted and the double life so perfectly arranged, that no one ever suspected such a thing. Nor do I feel myself under any obligation to apologize for it, or even explain it to any one except you.”

“Why to me?” and Pearl Jane looked at him with a wistful little smile.

“Because, dear—because I love you. It sounds strange for a man to say that, so soon after his wife’s death. But I am truthful, Pearl, and I tell you honestly, I didn’t know that I loved you until after Madeleine was gone from me. I had never analyzed or realized my feelings toward you. I think, had my wife lived, I never should have done so. I felt friendly toward you, but I had never thought of loving you. But that night at the party you touched my hand—and a thrill went all through

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 me—and I wondered at it. However, had Madeleine lived, and had I thought I was growing fond of you, I should have given up the studio, and put you out of my life. I owed her that. But now she is dead, and while convention should make me keep silent, for a time at least, I waive convention and I tell you that I love you. Not as Tommy Locke, hut as Andrew Barham, I love you, and after a time, I want to make you my wife. What is your answer, Pearl—little Pearl?”

“There can be but one answer,” she returned, tears in her lovely eyes. “I love you, you, whoever you are, or whatever your name is. I am so overcome at what you have told me—I am so bewildered—I can’t seem to think it all out yet. But one thing I know—I love you and I’m glad—glad you love me.”

And then she was in his arms, sobbing out all her bewilderment and surprise on his breast.

“Darling,” he said, “I do love you with all my heart and soul. And the time will come—some day, when I shall proudly claim you for my wife, and gladly take you into my heart and home openly. But for the present—for your sake as well as my own, we must keep our love a secret.”

“Of course—it is the only thing to do. And—and maybe you will change your mind”

“Don’t, darling, don’t say such things. You are the love of my life. I never cared for Madeleine as I love you—you dear, sweet little thing! She was a lovely woman and a beautiful one. You are my little companion, my beloved child—my other self. We shall be happy together, both after we are married, and also before. We can be friends at once, and we can be more and more to each other as time goes on. I am yours now and forever, and though convention seems to make

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 202 Such an attitude towards the working people of Russia, proved to be wrong by innumerable uprisings of workers and peasants, we, Russian Socialists, never expected to meet with among our European comrades, and, we declare, that we cannot leave such a perversion of mutual relations within the international Socialist family without our most emphatic protest.


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 it wiser for us to stay apart for a time, yet if you say so—we will go away at once—together, forever.”

“No, no, dear, I don’t want that. I know how the world will look at us, and I know it’s best and wisest to keep our secret for a time. I can’t get used to it myself! Tommy—I think I shall always call you Tommy—you did wear a wig, didn’t you? But, as you assured me, you are not bald!”

And they laughed together at the idea.

“Also, I miss your gold teeth,” Pearl Jane went on. “That was a clever dodge.”

“Yes—I felt I must make myself into two men, as widely differentiated as possible. So the gold caps and the big glasses and the wig seemed enough, and they were enough to allay any and all suspicion.

“Though there never was any chance for suspicion. Nobody ever dreamed of the identity of the two men.”

“And did your wife suspect it? Was that why she came to the studio?”

“I think that must be the truth. At first, I couldn’t believe it, but I think now there is no other explanation. Had she made herself known to me while there, or had she taxed me with the whole thing at any time, I was quite ready to own up and confess the whole business. I was ready and willing to tell her the truth; that I couldn’t be happy at home, that I wanted a studio and a studio life, and that I had as much right to it as she had to her Bridge-playing career. The only difference was that I led my chosen life secretly, and she did not. But that was because I wanted to be left to myself and not bothered by the friends and acquaintances of our social life. Had my wife known of my studio, she would have been everlastingly coming down there and bringing her friends. That was the atmosphere I wanted to get

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 away from. Well, there’s the story, Pearl, dear. And now that you know it, and forgive me, I don’t care for the opinion or criticism of anybody else.”

“And about the murder?”

“Yes—about that. As I told you I have a suspicion—a strong one, that I know who did it. But I shall not mention any name, unless I have to”

“To clear yourself.”

“Yes—and for you. I had partly thought I would let myself be suspected, rather than accuse another. But, now that I have you to consider, I can’t let myself be wrongly accused. I must keep my name fair against the time when I can give it to you. Pearl Barham—I think we’ll leave out the Jane. I never liked that part of it.”

“Call me whatever you like—Tommy,” and little Pearl gave Barham a glance of absolute adoration and love.

“Dear heart,” he said, and taking her into his embrace he covered her sweet face with kisses.

But the future of Andrew Barham was still beset with difficulties.

Hutchins came to him, and told him the attitude of the police. The detective admitted that Lorimer Lane did not think Barham guilty of the murder of his wife, but that unless he could produce some other suspect, the police must soon arrest him.

“Then, I shall have to tell of my own suspicion,” Barham said gravely. “I hoped not to do so—I hoped the case could go out of existence as one of those unsolved mysteries. But, if it must be—it must, and, much as I dislike to do so, I will tell of my suspicions and you can investigate them.”

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 he wished Barham’s sanction of his work in that direction.

“It is a woman,” Lane said, and at once he saw, from the expression on Andrew Barham’s face, he had hit it right—so far.

“I deduced much from that pair of long, white gloves,” Lane went on. “They are of a make superior to those worn by most of the ladies at that party. They are Paris gloves, and they are small and dainty. I feel sure none of the other guests had gloves like that. I mean they betoken the presence there of one of Mrs. Barham’s friends—one of her own circle of society. I have again interviewed Claudine, and I find that Mrs. Sayre, the lady who visited Mrs. Barham that evening was being—well, the word must be used—was being blackmailed by Mrs. Barham at that time. I have traced Mrs. Sayre’s movements that evening, and both her maid and her husband say that she went on an errand to her dressmaker’s early that evening and afterwards returned home, and went later with Mr. Sayre to the party at Mrs. Gardner’s. I have checked up this story, and I find she did not go to her dressmaker’s at all that evening. Her story was that she would go to her dressmaker’s wearing a masquerade costume that she wished to have remodeled. I hold that she wore this costume in order to gain admittance to the masquerade at the studio of Thomas Locke, and that Mrs. Barham had already told her of his masquerade, and that she, Mrs. Barham, expected to be there.

“I don’t believe that Mrs. Sayre went to the studio party with any intention of killing Mrs. Barham, but I believe she went there expecting an expose of Mr. Barham’s double life. I believe Mrs. Barham had suspicions of this, and had told Mrs. Sayre of them. Now, Mr. Barham, is she the one you have had in mind in connection with this matter?”

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] Yoke. With the introduction of cattle the Pimas obtained their first draft animal. They were used principally in plowing and were fitted with yokes (fig. 12) of cottonwood or willow which were attached to the horns of the animals as in southern Europe to the present day. The yokes themselves are the best evidence that the burden upon the animals was light, for these small sticks of brittle wood would snap at the first strain if on the shoulders of an ox team with a heavy load. There are a few yokes yet to be found, though they have not been used for several years. The specimens collected are fairly well made, straight, but with sections hollowed to fit the necks of the team.

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“Yes,” said Barham, “she is.”

“Will you go with me to interview her?”

But this Andrew Barham couldn’t bring himself to do. He begged to be let off from such an unpleasant undertaking, and the two detectives went away without him.

Reaching the Sayre house, they succeeded in obtaining an interview with the lady.

“I don’t know what you can have to talk to me about,” she said, a little nervously as she appeared in her living room and greeted the two men.

“Perhaps nothing of importance, Mrs. Sayre,” Lane said, “and perhaps it is. Will you detail your movements the night of the studio party in Washington Square—when Mrs. Barham was killed.”

Whereupon Mrs. Sayre glibly told of her visit to her dressmaker, and afterward the party at Mrs. Gardner’s.

“All very well,” Lane said, “but your dressmaker says you were not there at all.”

Rosamond Sayre turned white, but she declared the woman had forgotten her visit, or for some reason of her own preferred to tell a falsehood about it.

“No, Mrs. Sayre, she is not telling an untruth, but you are. You did not go to your dressmaker’s that night, you went to the studio party. You wore the costume of ‘Winter’, and you left the house just a few moments after Mr. Locke did. You were seen by a neighbor. And before you went—just before, you had a discussion with Mrs. Barham regarding”

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 She was continuing to demand money—she told me that night at the studio—we were alone in the den—that unless I paid her a thousand dollars she would tell it that very night at Mrs. Gardner’s. I didn’t mean to kill her—but I was so angry at her cruelty and hard-heartedness that in a frenzy of despair I picked up that thing and threw it at her. When I saw her fall to the floor, I ran away. I couldn’t stay—I didn’t then think she was dead—but I knew I had hurt her, and I thought if I got away she would not dare tell of my presence there. I knew there were enough people there to take care of her. I knew she suspected Mr. Locke of being her own husband in disguise, and I wanted to get away from the whole scene. I came home in a taxicab, and, saying I had been to my modiste’s, I changed into an ordinary evening gown and went to the Gardners’ with my husband.”

“You wore to the studio a pair of white shoes that had been recently cleaned.”

“My maid cleaned them that very night, with a chalk preparation. Why?”

“It was that which put me on your track—that and the gloves. There was a strong, clear line of chalk, in the den where you stood at that time. Also, the gloves pointed to a society lady, and as Claudine had told me of your visit to Mrs. Barham’s that very evening while she was dressing for the masquerade, I just put the various bits of evidence together and they pointed to you. I fear, Mrs. Sayre, we must arrest you.”

“Not alive,” and Rosamond Sayre raised her fingers to her lips.

“Stop her, Hutchins, she’s poisoning herself!” Lane cried.

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 or two, Rosamond Sayre had ended her earthly career.

As Madeleine Barham had died at her hand, so Rosamond Sayre owed her own death to the cruelty and crime of her friend.

“It all proved up,” Lane said, in telling Andrew Barham of the suicide. “She had been, among many others, a victim of Mrs. Barham’s blackmail. She had reached the very end of her patience and her resources. She hoped to be present at a mortifying disclosure at the studio, and thought that possibly she could make a sort of deal, later, with Mrs. Barham, if there was a secret to be kept.

“Also, she said that Mrs. Barham discovered the scarab on the table in the den. That she had taken it, knowing it was her husband’s and planning to use it as corroboration of her suspicion that he was Locke himself. So, Mrs. Barham had the stone in her hand when she fell. Miss Cutler, as she has told, took it from the dead woman, knowing it to be valuable, and a prized possession of Locke’s.”

“It’s all true,” Barham said, “and here is my part of the story. I did not recognize my wife at all, though I saw the lady in the Oriental costume. But I did recognize Rosamond Sayre. I knew her costume, having seen it recently, and under the edge of her mask I saw enough of her face to recognize her beyond all possibility of mistake. So, I instantly assumed that she had learned my secret and was there to confound me with its disclosure. I concluded at once to go away forever. I had no thought of my wife’s being there—I didn’t think to get the scarab, which was about the only thing there that could connect me with Andrew Barham. I merely tossed my monk’s robe to Charley and walked off. I had no

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 thought of ever returning and simply carried out the plan I had from the beginning when discovery should come—merely to obliterate Tommy Locke from the face of the earth. I went back on two occasions to try to find that scarab. Partly because of its real value and partly because it meant a revelation of the fact that Locke and Barham were one and the same. There is my story. I did suspect Mrs. Sayre from the very first—but I didn’t want to suggest it. She was—I thought—a friend of my wife, and, too, it seemed too dreadful to turn suspicion toward a woman. I went to see her—and she begged me to try to hush up the whole matter. Now she has paid the extreme penalty herself—is it necessary to put the facts before the public?”

“That’s as the police see fit, Mr. Barham. It may be necessary to tell the story, or they may conclude not to.”

“I want especially to prevent Mrs. Selden’s learning of it,” Barham said. “It would break her heart to know the extent of her daughter’s wrong-doing. I shall do all I can to make her life calm and serene for a year or so. At the end of that time, I shall feel I have done my duty by her, and I shall arrange for her to live apart from me.”

Barham did not say who would live with him, and who would be a more desirable companion than his present mother-in-law.

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diplomats have repeatedly acknowledged that one of the purposes of their negotiations for governmental trade agreements is to obtain de facto recognition of the Soviet Government with all the prestige that this implies. Krassin, the chief negotiator with Great Britain, has acknowledged that there can be very little trade for some time and Mr. Hughes has demonstrated that trade will depend upon the extension of credit by somebody or other to the Soviet Government.

The whole negotiations are described by Lenin in a speech before the railwaymen, reported by the Moscow wireless on April 3rd, 1921, as "our game with the bourgeoisie."

But an additional purpose of these trade negotiations is Bolshevist propaganda throughout the world and as part of this propaganda the word has been passed along by the Bolshevists—for foreign consumption—that by the very act of making trade agreements with capitalists, Communism in Russia was being abandoned.

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100 pitted with them, They are occasionally met with almost anywhere in the eastern half of the Territory. With that portion west of the Rio Verde the writer is unacquainted. Reference to the pages devoted to a description of the plants that furnish food for the Pimas will show how extensively the mortar is used in grinding seeds.

Pestle. For pounding up mesquite beans in the mortar a large wooden pestle is sometimes used. It is simply a mesquite club with rounded head (fig. 13, c).

Bread tray. Neatly made trays of mesquite, rarely of cottonwood, are used, and appear to be among the most prized of the household utensils (fig. 13, d). They are employed for a variety of purposes besides that of mixing bread. Smaller trays and plates—circular, elliptical, and rectangular—are sometimes obtained from the Papagos.

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Rh The very fact that the British Government claimed until the last moment that there was to be no political recognition of the Soviet Government shows how this aspect of the agreement was a defeat for Great Britain and a victory for the Soviets—a victory undoubtedly due, as Krassin claims, to the Bolshevist propaganda. Yet it was only a few weeks after the agreement had been signed that the British courts declared that it amounted to a de facto recognition, in spite of the fact that it is distinctly stated in that document that it was only preliminary to such recognition. A tremendous comment on this trade agreement is the fact that the Bolshevists apparently continued to expend the same vast sums of money in Great Britain for the overthrow of the British Government after that agreement as before. Apparently the Bolshevists put special hopes upon the coal strike (April and May, 1921). Although this was a purely economic struggle in the fundamental questions raised, a very considerable minority in the organization openly attempted to take advantage of the crisis for revolutionary purposes. In view of this fact the official statement made in the House of Commons by Edward Shortt, Secretary for Home Affairs, on May 12, is of the utmost significance:

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 myself between the thick branches till night promised to favour my flight!

"I descended from my asylum as soon as it was dark. A foot-path led me to a neighbouring village; and the darkness of night protected me on my retreat. Being animated with a more than common courage, I ventured to enter a cottage, exchanged my garments for a rural dress, dyed my face, and begged my way through the provinces of Spain and France to this peaceful spot. I lost, indeed, on my journey, a part of the jewels with which they had decorated me; yet I saved a sufficient quantity to purchase this little solitude, and to commence a little farm, which promised to afford me a frugal support for the remainder of my life?"

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Ladle. Ladles are said to be of recent introduction, the Pimas having obtained them from the Papagos, who in turn had derived the art of making them from the Mexicans. They are commonly made of mesquite, though the Papagos make them of paloverde wood. The bowls are not rounded, but are made in the shape of a flattened cone, as they can be more readily worked into that form with a straight-bladed knife.

Pottery paddle. A paddle of cottonwood is used to shape the outer surface of pottery. It is hollowed to fit the convex surface of the vessel, and is now frequently made from a barrel stave, which has the proper curvature. The paddles are of varying sizes, according to the sizes of the vessels on which they are used, but the handles are always proportionately short.

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Rh An author of great merit is (a Jew by birth, born 1819). Already in his early youth he became conspicuous and feared as the editor of the satirical weekly paper, "Corsaren" (1840-46), by his witty and incisive articles which, as the champion of liberal ideas, he directed against the waning absolutism of the time, and whereby he frequently came into collision with the authorities. In the periodicals which he afterward edited, "Nord og Syd" and "Ude og Hjemme," he was less polemical, but in his articles, all written with sparkling humor and refined elegance, he remained faithful to the cause of freedom and nationality. In so doing he occupied an entirely individual standpoint, which often involved him in violent conflicts with the leaders of the national liberal party. As the author of novels and tales, Goldschmidt has achieved even more than by his great journalistic activity. He has no superior in his command of language, and his style is pure and elegant in an unusual degree. At the same time the author's deep psychological insight and his gift of seizing the most interesting details and of rendering them in a striking, graceful manner lends to his work a rare charm. His great talent is shown to best advantage when he treats of Jewish affairs. In this line he has created real masterpieces, such as "En Jöde," "Ravnen," "Maser," and others. In his descriptions of nature and popular life, found as episodes in his larger works, for instance in his novel, "Hjemlös" (Homeless), or in independent tales, he has the art of charming by means of his keen observation and poetical interpretation of the facts. On the other hand he lacks genuine dramatic talent, though his works in this field are not wholly without interest, for his deep psychological insight is seen in the characters he sketches. In 1877 he published an autobiography, entitled "Livserindringer og Resultater." These results give his views of life and existence, gained by his philosophical and mythological studies carried on for a long series


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 which I was ignorant till then. You see how singular the turn of her and of my fate was directed by a higher Power. If ever I had been capable to doubt that Providence guides the fate of man, the reflections which her account produced, would certainly have convinced me of the eternal truth, that a benevolent Being watches over our life and happiness, and produces light out of darkness.

"Give me now leave to inform you of the remainder of my adventures, which I shall be able to conclude in a few words. Clara was in love with the son of a neighbouring farmer; but being poor, and the father of her lover a rich man, the latter would not consent to a union between his son and her. Being averse to sell or to abalienate any thing my fainted Elmira had possessed, I gave her the considerable produce of my little estate as a dowry, saw the young couple married, and went through Swisserland and Germany to

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 G******, where I had the happiness to make your acquaintance.

"You know my history from that day: suffice it, therefore, to tell you briefly, that while you was fighting the battles of your country against Great Britain, I went to B******, to commence a private, but, nevertheless, not inactive life, and to enjoy those pleasures I was accustomed to. I shall not tire your patience with an account of the little adventures, and the unimportant events, of that period in which I was constantly surrounded by members of secret societies, and enthusiasts of all sorts, got possession of their secrets, and observed that they were far inferior to what I already knew, or that they were partly connected with the confederacy in Spain."

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280 of years. He has made a special study of Egyptian mythology.

(born 1821) published his first book, "Waldemar Krones Ungdomshistorie," in 1859. It is a well executed picture of modern life, and was followed by several similar stories, "Johannes Falk," "Familien Nordby," "Hvad Ellen vilde," in all of which the author gave abundant proof of his skill as a character painter. In later times he has devoted himself to the historical novel, and produced many creditable works in this field, among which we may mention "Svenskerne paa Kronborg," "Den skotske Kvinde paa Tjele," etc. What gives these books a particularly high value is the fact that Ewald studies with great care the epoch to which his story belongs, and then faithfully utilizes the results gained, and thus his novels are important as pictures containing the history of culture.

(born 1829) has a rare talent for describing nature, especially in its wild and grand aspects, and for bringing nature and man into such a relation to each other that they seem mutually to call for and explain each other. His greatest work is "Aaen og Havet" (the river and the sea).

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he took and sent messes unto them from before him: but Benjamin's mess was five times so much as any of theirs. And they drank, and were merry with him.

And he commanded the steward of his house, saying, Fill the men's sacks with food, as much as they can carry, and put every man's money in his sack's mouth.  And put my cup, the silver cup, in the sack's mouth of the youngest, and his grain money. And he did according to the word that Joseph had spoken.  As soon as the morning was light, the men were sent away, they and their asses.  And when they were gone out of the city, and were not yet far off, Joseph said unto his steward, Up, follow after the men; and when thou dost overtake them, say unto them, Wherefore have ye rewarded evil for good?  Is not this that in which my lord drinketh, and whereby he indeed divineth? ye have done evil in so doing.  And he overtook them, and he spake unto them these words.  And they said unto him, Wherefore speaketh my lord such words as these? Far be it from thy servants that they should do such a thing.  Behold, the money, which we found in our sacks' mouths, we brought again unto thee out of the land of Canaan: how then should we steal out of thy lord's house silver or gold?  With whomsoever of thy servants it be found, let him die, and we also will be my lord's bondmen.  And he said, Now also let it be according unto your words: he with whom it is found shall be my bondman; and ye shall be blameless.  Then they hasted, and took down every man his sack to the ground, and opened every man his sack.  And he searched, and began at the eldest, and left off at the youngest: and the cup was found in Benjamin's sack.  Then they rent their clothes, and laded every man his ass, and returned to the city.

And Judah and his brethren came to Joseph's house; and he was yet there: and they fell before him on the ground.  And Joseph said unto them, What deed is this that ye have done? know ye not that such a man as I can indeed divine?  And Judah said, What shall we say unto my lord? what shall we speak? or how shall we clear ourselves? God hath found out the iniquity of thy servants: behold, we are my lord's bondmen, both we, and he also in whose hand the cup is found.  And he said, Far be it from me that I should do so: the man in whose hand the cup is found, he shall be my bondman; but as for you, get you up in peace unto your father.

Then Judah came near unto him, and said, Oh, my lord, let thy servant, I pray thee, speak a word in my lord's ears, and let not thine anger burn against thy servant; for thou art even as Pharaoh.  My lord asked his servants, saying, Have ye a father, or a brother?  And we said unto my lord, We have a father, an old man, and a child of his old age, a little one; and his brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother; and his father loveth him.  And thou saidst unto thy servants, Bring him down unto me, that I may set mine eyes upon him.  And we said unto my lord, The lad cannot leave his father: for if he should leave his father, his father would die.  And thou saidst unto thy servants, Except your youngest brother come down with you, ye shall see my face no more.  And it came to pass when we came up unto thy servant my father, we told him the words of my lord.  And our father said, Go again, buy us a little food.  And we said, We cannot go down: if our youngest brother be with us, then will we go down: for we may not see the man's face, expect our youngest brother be with us.  And thy servant my father said unto us, Ye know that my wife bare me two sons:  and the one went out from me, and I said, Surely he is torn in pieces; and I have not seen him since:  and if ye take this one also from me, and harm befall him, ye will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.  Now therefore when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad is not with us; seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life;  it will come to pass, when he seeth Rh


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Rh were received with boundless favor. His most popular works are: "Fra Piazza del Populo," "Fra den gamle Fabrik," and "Bruden fra Rörvig." His poems, which in form are without blemish, are inferior to his tales in intrinsic value.

The authors who have hitherto been mentioned in this chapter, many of whom are still living and at the zenith of their productive power, form, notwithstanding their dissimilarity as regards details, essentially one group, owing their origin to the romantic tendency in literature, and representing an ideal view of life and art. The realistic element is surely not altogether lacking in the Danish æsthetic literature of the first half of the nineteenth century, though it is not conspicuous in the beginning of that literary epoch, and several poets, Paludan-Müller, Blicher and others, draw very decidedly on real life, which they possessed the gift of painting both vividly and faithfully. But behind these pictures of reality there is almost always concealed a marked ideal conception of life, and the former are used, directly or indirectly, only for the purpose of satire, to pave the way, so to speak, for the ideal. The climax of the ideal tendency in Danish literature was reached during the first four decades of this century; during the following decades it gradually decreased, and during the last decade scarcely a single representative of the ideal tendency has been added. With the exception of the few writers who had already conquered for themselves a position in literature and continued their activity, and excepting the young poet,, who in a series of dramatic works had shown eminent dramatic talents, all the rest that was produced in this latter period was extremely weak and sapless, in fact, an epigoni-literature, of which the bulk was ladies' novels. In recent times the aesthetic literature has again been awakened to a new life, but


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282 its productions have an essentially different character from the idealism of the preceding period, being very intimately connected with that powerful realistic tide which, during the last decades, has almost flooded the general literature of the civilized world. It endeavors, in a much higher degree than ever before, to approach reality and to describe it, either for its own sake or with a view of preparing the way to tendencies and views which are diametrically opposed to the old, idealistic views of life. This movement came to Denmark as a result of the social and religious agitations with which it is everywhere intimately connected. In Denmark, (born 1842) was the first to champion the modern radical ideas, whose claims he advocated with great enthusiasm and talent, though he can hardly be acquitted from the reproach of a blind one-sidedness and a passion which have provoked much bitterness and discord. By his historical and critical works on literature, in which he has chiefly adopted Taine as his model, he has contributed vastly to drawing the attention of the Danish people to the literary movements in Europe and making the Danes feel the need of spiritual intercourse with the outside world and so to emerge from the intellectual stagnation which had fallen on Denmark. This realistic tide would, of course, sooner or later have reached Denmark, even if Brandes had not been, and yet the fact that realism has already acquired so great prominence in Denmark must, in a great measure, be ascribed to him, though the events and movements in the world generally during the last decades may also have had their share in bringing about this result.

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 “Er—indeed, sir. Mr. Richard is eager for you to return.”

The handsome young face clouded over. My lord shook his head.

“Impossible, my dear Warburton. I am convinced Dick never voiced so foolish a suggestion. Come now, confess! ’tis your own fabrication?”

Warburton ignored the bantering tone and spoke deliberately.

“At all events, my lord, I believe him anxious to make—amends.”

Carstares shot an alert, suspicious glance at him.

“Yes, sir. Amends.”

My lord studied his emerald with half-closed eyelids.

“But why—amends, Warburton?” he asked.

“Is not that the word, sir?”

“I confess it strikes me as inapt. Doubtless I am dull of comprehension.”

“You were not wont to be, my lord.”

“No? But six years changes a man, Warburton. Pray, is Mr. Carstares well?”

“I believe so, sir,” replied the lawyer, frowning at the deft change of subject.

“And Lady Lavinia?”

“Ay.” Mr. Warburton looked searchingly across at him, seeing which, my lord’s eyes danced afresh, brim full with mischief.

“I am very delighted to hear it. Pray present my compliments to Mr. Carstares and beg him to use Wyncham as he wills.”

“Sir! Master Jack! I implore you!” burst from the lawyer, and he sprang up, moving excitedly away, his hands twitching, his face haggard.

My lord stiffened in his chair. He watched the other’s jerky movements anxiously, but his voice when was even and cold.

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that the lad is not with us, that he will die: and thy servants will bring down the gray hairs of thy servant our father with sorrow to Sheol.  For thy servant became surety for the lad unto my father, saying, If I bring him not unto thee, then shall I bear the blame to my father for ever.  Now therefore, let thy servant, I pray thee, abide instead of the lad a bondman to my lord; and let the lad go up with his brethren.  For how shall I go up to my father, if the lad be not with me? lest I see the evil that shall come on my father.

Then Joseph could not refrain himself before all them that stood before him; and he cried, Cause every man to go out from me. And there stood no man with him, while Joseph made himself known unto his brethren.  And he wept aloud: and the Egyptians heard, and the house of Pharaoh heard.  And Joseph said unto his brethren, I am Joseph; doth my father yet live? And his brethren could not answer him; for they were troubled at his presence.  And Joseph said unto his brethren, Come near to me, I pray you. And they came near. And he said, I am Joseph your brother, whom ye sold into Egypt.  And now be not grieved, nor angry with yourselves, that ye sold me hither: for God did send me before you to preserve life.  For these two years hath the famine been in the land: and there are yet five years, in which there shall be neither plowing nor harvest.  And God sent me before you to preserve you a remnant in the earth, and to save you alive by a great deliverance.  So now it was not you that sent me hither, but God: and he hath made me a father to Pharaoh, and lord of all his house, and ruler over all the land of Egypt.  Haste ye, and go up to my father, and say unto him, Thus saith thy son Joseph, God hath made me lord of all Egypt: come down unto me, tarry not;  and thou shalt dwell in the land of Goshen, and thou shalt be near unto me, thou, and thy children, and thy children's children, and thy flocks, and thy herds, and all that thou hast:  and there will I nourish thee; for there are yet five years of famine; lest thou come to poverty, thou, and thy household, and all that thou hast.  And, behold, your eyes see, and the eyes of my brother Benjamin, that it is my mouth that speaketh unto you.  And ye shall tell my father of all my glory in Egypt, and of all that ye have seen: and ye shall haste and bring down my father hither.  And he fell upon his brother Benjamin's neck, and wept; and Benjamin wept upon his neck.  And he kissed all his brethren, and wept upon them: and after that his brethren talked with him.

And the report thereof was heard in Pharaoh's house, saying, Joseph's brethren are come: and it pleased Pharaoh well, and his servants.  And Pharaoh said unto Joseph, Say unto thy brethren, This do ye: lade your beasts, and go, get you unto the land of Canaan;  and take your father and your households, and come unto me: and I will give you the good of the land of Egypt, and ye shall eat the fat of the land.  Now thou art commanded, this do ye: take you wagons out of the land of Egypt for your little ones, and for your wives, and bring your father, and come.  Also regard not your stuff; for the good of all the land of Egypt is yours.  And the sons of Israel did so: and Joseph gave them wagons, according to the commandment of Pharaoh, and gave them provision for the way.  To all of them he gave each man changes of raiment; but to Benjamin he gave three hundred pieces of silver, and five changes of raiment.  And to his father he sent after this manner: ten asses laden with the good things of Egypt, and ten she-asses laden with grain and bread and provision for his father by the way.  So he sent his brethren away, and they departed: and he said unto them, See that ye fall not out by the way.  And they went up out of Egypt, and came into the land of Canaan unto Jacob their father.  And they told him, saying, Joseph is yet alive, and he is ruler over all the land of Egypt. And his heart fainted, for he believed them not.  Rh


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The most complete and recent account of the tree is a monograph cited above with maps by Prof. H. Conwentz, who describes at great length the various places where the tree is found and the conditions under which it grows. It is widely distributed throughout most of the woods and forests of Europe, but does not occur in Scandinavia, Holland, or the greater part of Russia, where it is only met with in the southern provinces. It also occurs in the Caucasus, Asia Minor, Syria, and in Algeria, It is found on most geological formations, including granite in the Vosges, gneiss in Siberia, and basalt in Austria; and it prefers a soil rich in humus, Willkomm says that on mountains it is commoner on limestone than on other soils, but the French foresters say that it is practically met with on all soils that are not very dry or very wet. It is a tree of the lowlands and hills, attaining 700 metres altitude near Zurich, 1200 in Herzegovina, and 1900 in the Caucasus, It occurs more or less rarely over all parts of Germany, especially in the north-east, and it attains its maximum size in the royal forest of Osche in West Prussia. The largest tree known to Conwentz was "25 metres high, with a clean stem of 12 metres, and a girth at I metre from the ground of 2 metres." The age of this tree was estimated from the rings in the broken trunk of another tree at 235 years.

The scarcity of the tree, as a rule, cannot be accounted for by any deficiency in reproductive powers, for the fruit is produced in some abundance in good years; and being eaten by many birds and animals, among which the waxwing chatterer, the nutcracker, and the fieldfare are mentioned, the seeds must be widely dispersed, while the freedom with which the roots produced suckers is remarked upon.

The timber seems to be much more highly valued in Germany than here, from 18 to 52 marks per cubic metre being given for it, according to quality, in places where hornbeam is only worth 11 marks. It is very hard and durable, and takes a fine polish like that of maple.

In the Hartz mountains and Thuringia it is known as "Atlasholz," and is much used and valued for furniture making.

The fruit is not so much valued as formerly, when it was sold in Prague and Vienna in the winter at the market, and also in Wurtemburg, under the names of Haspele, Arlesbeere, or Adlsbeere.

Conwentz says that the Latin name torminalis was derived from the Latin word tormina, and given on account of the properties of the fruit, to which one of its names in England, "griping service tree," also has reference.

In Upper Alsace a spirit is distilled from the fruit, which tastes something like Kirschwasser.

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154 In Sussex, Sir E. Loder knows it as an uncommon hedgerow tree of no great size, and Mr. Stephenson Clarke, of Borde Hill, also tells me that it occurs there, and more commonly in the Isle of Wight, where, in Bridlesford Copse, Woolton, a wood of about 200 acres, are perhaps two dozen old trees, which differ in appearance from the Sussex ones in assuming a somewhat pendulous habit of branching when well grown. I find no mention of the occurrence of the tree in the New Forest, and the Hon. G. W. Lascelles does not know it there.

We have no record of Pyrus torminalis as a planted tree in Scotland, except that the Rev. Dr. Landsborough notes a tree in vigorous health in Bellfield Avenue, Kilmarnock, which was 2 feet 9 inches in girth in 1893. He calls it the English service tree or table rowan, and adds that, in spite of its Latin name, the fruit is pleasant. In Ireland the tree is very rare. Henry saw, however, a fine specimen in 1903, at Adare, Limerick, which measured 53 feet by 5 feet 10 inches.

The fruit is ripe late in October, when it falls, if not previously eaten by birds, and the seeds, which only seem to mature in warm summers, should be sown at once, or kept in sand exposed to the weather and sown in spring, when they will germinate the next year. Seedlings raised by me from seed gathered at Les Barres, France, which were sown 7th July 1902, germinated 9th March 1903, and were on 14th October 1904 1 to 2 feet high. The leaves turn a reddish yellow in autumn, when the tree is decidedly ornamental, though, on account of its slow growth, it does not seem to have any value as a forest tree, and is rarely procurable from nurserymen in this country.

Pyrus torminalis is unknown as a timber tree in the trade owing to its scarcity, and is mentioned by Boulger only as "a small tree, sometimes 30 feet high, with wood practically identical in character and uses with that of the rowan." Stone does not mention it at all, and Marshall Ward, in his edition of Laslett, says nothing worth quoting.

I am indebted to Mr. Stephenson Clarke for a log of the timber, which resembles that of the whitebeam tree, being hard, heavy, and, according to Loudon, weighing, when dry, 48 lbs. per cubic foot.

Mr. Weale, of Liverpool, reports as follows on a sample of this wood which I sent him:—"Of a hardness between true service tree and whitebeam. Rays on transverse section just visible, a little narrower than sycamore, but wood generally exhibits similar characters. Takes a good finish, but this is not lasting, the ring boundaries rising after exposure. Seasons fairly well, shrinks a little, and rather inclined to twist."

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156 those of Pyrus intermedia, except that the lobes are triangular pointed, and not rounded as in that species, the sinuses never being acute at their bases.

Var. semilobata (Bechstein). Leaves oval or elliptic oval, acute at the apex, narrowed at the base, lobes sharply cuspidate.

In summer the leaves are distinguishable from those of Pyrus intermedia by the characters of the lobes and sinuses; while broad-leaved forms differ from Pyrus torminalis in being tomentose beneath, the lobes never being so long as in that species. The tomentum wears off the under surface of the leaf towards the end of the season, and is never so dense or so persistent as in intermedia. On Plate 44 figures are given of leaves from wild trees occurring at Symond's Yat (Fig. 9) and Minehead (Fig. 11), and from a cultivated tree at Kew (Fig. 12). In winter a tree cultivated at Kew showed the following characters, represented in Plate 45.

Twigs: long shoots, shining, round, glabrous, except for a little pubescence near the tip; lenticels numerous as oval prominent warts; leaf-scars set somewhat obliquely on prominent, often greenish cushions; crescentic with three bundle dots, of which the central one is the largest. Terminal bud oval, much larger than the side buds, which come off the twigs at a very acute angle, with their apices bent inwards. All the buds are viscid, pubescent at the tip, and composed of oval scales, which are keeled on the back, ciliate in margin, and short-pointed at the tip. Short shoots ringed, slightly pubescent, ending in a terminal bud. In the specimens examined the leaf-scar at the base of the terminal bud had acute lateral lobes not observed in other species of Pyrus; but these are probably not always present.

The tree was first discovered in the forest of Fontainebleau, and was described by Valliant as "Cratægus folio subrotundo, serrato, et laciniato."

Duhamel du Monceau gave a figure of the leaf in his classic work. The distribution on the Continent of the type, and of the forms allied to it, has been given above.

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158 My attention was called by Mr. R. Anderson of Cirencester to a very remarkable tree growing in a part of Earl Bathurst's woods about two miles from Cirencester, known as the Dear Bit. The tree, though it has lost some of its principal branches, is still, as our illustration shows (Plate 49), a very handsome one, and in size exceeds any other of the kind of which we have a record, either in this country or on the Continent. It is, as nearly as I can measure it, about 75 feet high by 11 feet in girth. It grows on dry shallow soil of the Oolite formation, and is close to a ride, which leads me to suppose that it was planted perhaps at the time when the park was laid out. It is near the north-east edge of the wood, and open to the southwest. I have never seen the flowers of this tree, which bears fruit only in favourable seasons near the ends of its uppermost branches, and as the birds are fond of it, and even in good years many of the seeds are immature, I have not until 1904 been able to procure any. A few of these have now produced small plants,

I have been unable to find any self-sown seedlings near this tree, and though there are one or two good-sized P. torminalis in another part of the park, probably planted, none of them approach it in size. As to the possible age of this tree, I can only say that the drive on the edge of which it grows has, as I am told by Mr. Anderson, certainly been in existence over 100 years, and the bank was covered with old beech, which were cut in 1892. The tree has become one-sided from the pressure of a beech which until then closed it in on the south-west side, where it is now open. As these beeches were 150 years old or more, the tree may be now from 150 to 200 years old, and it seems very probable that the person who designed this park had seen the tree at Fontainebleau, and introduced it when Oakley Park was planted by the ancestor of the present Earl Bathurst in Queen Anne's reign.


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160 tree from Pyrus Aria and Pyrus latifolia, the species nearly allied. In winter the following characters are available, as shown in Plate 45:—

Twigs: long shoots, round, glabrous, often with waxy patches; lenticels long, numerous. Leaf-scars: crescentic, with 3 equal-sized bundle dots, obliquely set on a brownish projecting cushion. Buds glistening, pubescent at the tip; terminal much the largest; side-buds arising at an acute angle with their apices directed inwards. The bud-scales have a dark-coloured rim to the ciliate margin, and their apex is scalloped with a central projection ending in a tuft of long hairs. The short shoots are ringed, pubescent, with a terminal bud.

The variety minima occurs only in Breconshire, on the limestone mountain cliff Craig Cille, near Crickhowell, and at Blaen Onnen, two miles to the west of Craig Cille, and is a small shrub clothing the cliffs up to 2000 feet altitude. The flowers and fruit are very similar to those of the mountain ash; and Koehne supposes it to be a hybrid between Pyrus intermedia and Pyrus Aucuparia, which occur in the same locality.

The form Mougeoti, which is considered by many botanists to be a distinct species, occurs in Lorraine, the Vosges, Jura, Suabian and Western Alps, and in the Carpathians. It never attains a great size, being either a low bush or a small tree 15 to 30 feet in height. In Piercefield Park, Monmouth, Great Doward in Hereford, and a few other localities in the west of England, a shrub or small tree has been found which is near this form.

Var. scandica has been found in Britain, in a few localities in Denbighshire and Breconshire, and also at Chepstow in Monmouthshire, always growing on limestone rocks. It was supposed to grow also in Arran, but Koehne, as will be seen in our account of the peculiar forms of that island under Pyrus pinnatifida, denies its occurrence there.

This variety is widely spread in Northern Europe. The best account we know of this tree is by Conwentz, who calls it "Pirus Suecica." He says that most authors speak of it as a small tree or shrub—Koehne only gives it as 7 metres high. It grows on granite, gneiss, chalk, and alluvium, and extends from the island of Aland, South-east Sweden, South Norway, and Denmark, to North-east Germany, where, however, it seems to be quite a rare tree and only recently discovered.

It is represented in France, Switzerland, Austria, and Bosnia by P. Mougeoti, which many botanical authors have mistaken for it, and which, according to Conwentz, can only be distinguished in some varieties by the fruit.

In the island of Oesel, in the Baltic, it is much planted, and often attains 2 metres in girth. Conwentz, however, found wild specimens at Soeginina near Karral, at Pajumois near Keilkond, at Wita Jahn, and in other places—mostly small trees, but


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And they told him all the words of Joseph, which he had said unto them: and when he saw the wagons which Joseph had sent to carry him, the spirit of Jacob their father revived:  and Israel said, It is enough; Joseph my son is yet alive: I will go and see him before I die.

And Israel took his journey with all that he had, and came to Beer-sheba, and offered sacrifices unto the God of his father Isaac.  And God spake unto Israel in the visions of the night, and said, Jacob, Jacob. And he said, Here am I.  And he said, I am God, the God of thy father: fear not to go down into Egypt; for I will there make of thee a great nation:  I will go down with thee into Egypt; and I will also surely bring thee up again: and Joseph shall put his hand upon thine eyes.  And Jacob rose up from Beer-sheba: and the sons of Israel carried Jacob their father, and their little ones, and their wives, in the wagons which Pharaoh had sent to carry him.  And they took their cattle, and their goods, which they had gotten in the land of Canaan, and came into Egypt, Jacob, and all his seed with him:  his sons, and his sons' sons with him, his daughters, and his sons's daughters, and all his seed brought he with him into Egypt.

And these are the names of the children of Israel, who came into Egypt, Jacob and his sons: Reuben, Jacob's first-born.  And the sons of Reuben: Hanoch, and Pallu, and Hezron, and Carmi.  And the sons of Simeon: Jemuel, and Jamin, and Ohad, and Jachin, and Zohar, and Shaul the son of a Canaanitish woman.  And the sons of Levi: Gershon, Kohath, and Merari.  And the sons of Judah: Er, and Onan, and Shelah, and Perez, and Zerah; but Er and Onan died in the land of Canaan. And the sons of Perez were Hezron and Hamul.  And the sons of Issachar: Tola, and Puvah, and Iob, and Shimron.  And the sons of Zebulun: Sered, and Elon, and Jahleel.  These are the sons of Leah, whom she bare unto Jacob in Paddan-aram, with his daughter Dinah: all the souls of his sons and his daughters were thirty and three.  And the sons of Gad: Ziphion, and Haggi, Shuni, and Ezbon, Eri, and Arodi, and Areli.  And the sons of Asher: Imnah, and Ishvah, and Ishvi, and Beriah, and Serah their sister; and the sons of Beriah: Heber, and Malchiel.  These are the sons of Zilpah, whom Laban gave to Leah his daughter; and these she bare unto Jacob, even sixteen souls.  The sons of Rachel Jacob's wife: Joseph and Benjamin.  And unto Joseph in the land of Egypt were born Manasseh and Ephraim, whom Asenath, the daughter of Poti-phera priest of On, bare unto him.  And the sons of Benjamin: Bela, and Becher, and Ashbel, Gera, and Naaman, Ehi, and Rosh, Muppim, and Huppim, and Ard.  These are the sons of Rachel, who were born to Jacob: all the souls were fourteen.  And the sons of Dan: Hushim.  And the sons of Naphtali: Jahzeel, and Guni, and Jezer, and Shillem.  These are the sons of Bilhah, whom Laban gave unto Rachel his daughter, and these she bare unto Jacob: all the souls were seven.  All the souls that came with Jacob into Egypt, that came out of his loins, besides Jacob's sons' wives, all the souls were threescore and six;  and the sons of Joseph, who were born to him in Egypt, were two souls: all the souls of the house of Jacob, that came into Egypt, were threescore and ten.

And he sent Judah before him unto Joseph, to show the way before him unto Goshen; and they came into the land of Goshen.  And Joseph made ready his chariot, and went up to meet Israel his father, to Goshen; and he presented himself unto him, Rh