text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/225

 This time Mistress Nancy turned and caught Charity to her, so that the rest of the story came tumbling to its brief end through her curls.

"I cry your pardon, dear," said Mistress Nancy's muffled voice. "I am but a stupid teller o' tales. The Princess saw the Prince stoop and kiss the other maid and she heard him whisper, "I love you!"'I love you!' " [sic]

"Oh!" Charity's face was shocked. She drew away to stare up at Mistress Nancy. Obviously, the story was ending very badly! "What did the poor Princess do then?"

"She crept away home like a little bird with a broken wing," said Mistress Nancy, after a pause. "So she was. Charity, for the wings o' her love were broken when she heard the Prince whisper the words to another maid that he had breathed to her."

They were sitting silent, then, when there came a cry from without, Mistress Nancy ran to the door and stood peering out at the rain. It was dusk and she could see no one at first; but at last she made out the figure of a woman running toward her from the gate. As the other neared her she gave a shocked exclamation.

"Mistress Briggs! You, ill, and out in such weather as this!"

She drew her in gently and over to the fire.

"I come for help! Miranda is being bullied by ye Tories—is, forsooth, tied to a chair by that villain Hawtree, and e'en my husband is feared to interrupt! Oh, this terrible war!" And poor Mistress Briggs dissolved into tears.

Mistress Nancy stood pondering a moment in

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/225


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/226

 thought, then, with an air of decision, moved over to where her cape hung and put it on.

"Why, where be going?" asked Charity, in astonishment.

"To help Miranda. Stay you here, Charity, and keep the fire going. Canst come with me, Mistress Briggs?"

"Aye." The older woman got heavily to her feet and, during the long, anxious walk back to her home, outlined the situation as she had left it. She had not exaggerated it. A sorry sight met their eyes as they lifted the latch and entered Mistress Briggs's kitchen. Ten or more hard-faced men were lounging around, muddying the spotless floor with their dirty boots. In the center of the room, the target of their rude wit and wrath, sat Miranda, bound, as her mother had said, to a chair, while Squire Briggs, his face gray, sat intimidated upon a stool. He was protesting feebly as the two newcomers entered.

Mistress Nancy marched straight up to Hawtree and spoke to him haughtily. "Unloose the maid!" she commanded.

Hawtree, taken aback, stared at her for a moment with dropped jaw. Then, at the absurdity of this slip of a girl asserting authority over him he laughed in her face. No whit discomposed, Mistress Nancy drew out a paper from her reticule and handed it to him.

"Read that!" she directed curtly. "Then free Mistress Miranda!"

Hawtree stared from her to the paper he had taken mechanically; but as his eye fell upon the signature

license: Creative Commons - Attribution Share-Alike - https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/226


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/227

 at the bottom of a brief paragraph, he uttered an exclamation.

"Zounds—why, it's Lord Howe's own name here!"

Mistress Nancy said nothing, merely waited disdainfully.

"What be it?" Gathering courage Squire Briggs shuffled to his feet and crowded past the other men to Hawtree's side. Hawtree, immersed in the paper, answered him involuntarily by reading aloud.

"This gives Mistress Nancy Livingston authority to ask any courtesy of any Loyalist which, by order of Lord Howe, shall be granted her."

He looked up and, like the bully he was, cringed before the girl's challenging gaze.

"I cry your pardon, mistress!" He took off his hat, awkwardly enough. Tis most unfortunate this should have occurred. I hope—I hope—'twill not be carried to his lordship's ears, though," and here he lifted defiant eyes, "it seemed necessary to bind the girl in the course o' duty!"

"Making war upon women seems to be your duty, in sooth!" retorted Mistress Nancy grimly. "Unloose the girl and see that ye confine your operations to more proper ones, as befits a British officer!"

Two of the men were untying Miranda, but at that moment a sentry, posted at the door, spoke hurriedly.

"Horsemen come!" he cried. "Away!"

They were none too soon. The Tories, save Squire Briggs, had scarcely quitted the house when the door was thrown open and keen-faced man dressed

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/227


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/228

 home-made blue uniform stood there. Beyond, in the rainy dusk, other similarly attired men waited.

Squire Briggs, cursing his stupidity in remaining when the other Tories had fled, gazed wildly around him, his narrow eyes seeking escape. Then happened a strange thing. Mistress Briggs sprang toward the fireplace and running her work-gnarled hand up and down the wall beside it seemed to press upon a spring, for there, all at once, appeared an opening.

"This way, Husband!" she screamed hysterically. "Do not let the 'Blues' take ye! Run, run!"

But Squire Briggs did not move. His frightened glance saw the futility of it. He knew he could not escape. Even while his wife sank sobbing to her knees he shook his head.

Mistress Nancy went over and helped the weeping woman to her feet, trying to persuade her to retire to her own room. But Mistress Briggs pushed her unheedingly aside and, drawing away from the kindly hands, ran to her husband.

"Ah, Elijah, why did ye not run?" she sighed, her arms around his neck and her head upon his breast. He shook her off impatiently, and Mistress Nancy mentally placed yet another bad mark after his name for so spurning affection which he little deserved.

"No one but a fool like you, Thyrza, would have thought I could escape," he sneered. "Well, Captain Littell, I doubt not ye are crowing over arresting me at last; but I warn ye, 'twill bring bitter trouble to this neighborhood an ye do harm to me."

"Bitter trouble already brought to this

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/228


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/229

 neighborhood," answered the other gravely. "And mainly through you, Elijah Briggs. I therefore arrest ye in His Excellency's name. All right, Dodd!"

There was a dead silence as three of the men entered quietly and tied Squire Briggs's hands behind him. Even Mistress Briggs's sobs were hushed as she watched, and Mistress Nancy had to grant the little man a meager sort of dignity when he marched out in the midst of his captors, though he went without one word of farewell to his family.

When the door had closed behind them, Mistress Nancy approached Miranda, who, freed of her fetters, stood chafing her wrists with sullen face.

"I hope ye will not feel the effects o' this to-morrow," said Mistress Nancy, kindly. To her surprise and discomfort the girl vouchsafed her no thanks, merely nodding her head coldly before turning upon her heel and quitting the kitchen.

Mistress Briggs, too engrossed in her own grief to notice her daughter's inexplicable and ungrateful behavior, looked up when, murmuring a word of leavetaking, Mistress Nancy stepped toward the door.

"Nay"—she put out her hands impulsively—"do not go without our thanks, dear Mistress Nancy! Ye do not blame me for trying to help my husband?"

"Why should I?" returned Mistress Nancy. "He is your husband. I doubt not I should have done the same."

"He was not always thus. He was such a fresh-faced lad, when young, though ever prone to set too much Store by moneys and land," went on Mistress Briggs,

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/229


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/230

 with a sigh. "But 'tis the war has made him so hard!"

"Nay, Mother, art wrong!" exclaimed Miranda's scornful young voice from the doorway. "He was always mean! How can you delude yourself?"

"Perhaps because she loves him," answered Mistress Nancy smilingly.

"For my part, I wish he would never return!" said Miranda bitterly. But at the look upon her mother's face she suddenly broke down and ran to her, weeping, so that when Mistress Nancy departed she left them comforting each other.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/230


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/231

HERE was nothing about Mehitable as she trotted off through the down-pouring rain to indicate that she was any one but a plump little Colonial maid faring forth through disagreeable weather to Newark. The Indian had disappeared into the swamp, two sides of which Mehitable must skirt before her road led her up over the hills and down into the Town by the River. But she was neither surprised nor chagrined at her escort's vanishing—she had learned enough of Indian manners and methods by now to know that he would travel far and fast through the devious paths of the swamp and arrive at their joint destination long before he could, though he went by foot and she by horse.

Indeed, he had been a reluctant escort. Only her announcement, upon reading the note he had so mysteriously brought to her from Young Cy, that if he did not permit her to go with him to Newark upon a rescue mission she would follow him, had made him yield.

It must be confessed that Mehitable was enjoying herself. Save for a slight pricking of her conscience whenever she thought of Charity's sobbing, distracted little figure as the latter had tried in vain to stay her from carrying out her impetuous decision, the madcap

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/231


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/232

 trotted along in high good humor. This stirring war year, despite her outbursts and railings against it whenever she felt the pinch of it, had been as breath of life to her. Nothing suited her better than to be engaged in some dubious if not actually dangerous enterprise.

At last she reached Newark. It was when she had turned and was following the lane down into the mud of Market Street that she thought suddenly of Mistress Hicks and her poor old mother. And at that moment, as though she had conjured her physically out of that strange night and stranger visit of weeks ago, she beheld the old lady herself stepping briskly along upon her pattens, utterly oblivious, apparently, to the rain and the mud through which she was laboring.

In astonishment Mehitable reined in her horse when she and the old lady met face to face in the narrow lane.

"Art not Mistress Hicks's mother?" exclaimed the girl, staring.

The old lady, brought perforce to a sudden stop, peered back at her composedly. "Aye," she nodded.

"But—but—the night be so rainy and—and"

Mehitable's stammered words died away into puzzled silence. Everything about the old lady was different. As old, as frail as when she had last seen her in Mistress Hicks's kitchen, there were now sense and alertness in the bright old eyes that looked up at her unwaveringly. Those eyes were studying the girl as keenly, as shrewdly as any one could have done.

"What matters rain," answered the old lady contemptuously, "if one finds chances to serve one's country! Art going to the town center, child?"

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/232


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/233

 "Aye, mistress." Still staring, Mehitable nodded.

"Then perhaps canst deliver a message to Master Gifford from me?" She looked swiftly, furtively around her, then came closer. "Tell him that the pewter service set be ready for him; I doubt not 'twill make very fine bullets! and he is to get word to Captain Littell that the new uniforms are ready, also, together with the silver I promised him. Canst remember all that?"

"Aye," stammered Mehitable. "But—but—I thought"

"You thought me daft!" guessed the old lady with a chuckle. "So did many wiser than you, child. 'Tis easier to pretend daftness than to argue, forsooth, with those who love to fret and scold!"

"Art not afraid Mistress Hicks will scold you now?" Mehitable could not refrain from asking, though she did not mean to be pert.

The old lady smiled grimly, not in the least offended. "Mistress Hicks has been sent to join her husband, one o' 'Skinner's Greens,' on Staten Island, by His Excellency's orders," she returned dryly.

"And she left you alone in that big house!" exclaimed Mehitable.

Twas no fault o' hers!" retorted the other sharply. "Mistress Hicks be not that selfish! 'Twas I refused to go!"

Obviously, criticize her daughter as she pleased, the old lady would allow no one else that privilege. Embarrassedly, Mehitable began to apologize; but, mollified at once, the old lady waved her hand amiably.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/233


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/234

 "There, that be all right," she said briskly. She plunged her hand into her reticule swinging upon her arm and thrust three small round objects into the girl's hand.

"Nay, Mother would like it not an I accepted money," protested Mehitable uncomfortably.

"Look before ye speak, child!" retorted the old lady tartly; but she chuckled at Mehitable's expression when the latter, opening her hand, discovered that, instead of silver coins, she held three hard peppermints. Then, still chuckling, she turned upon her pattens and marched back up the lane that led to Mistress Hicks's house, while Mehitable, brightening at the delicious taste as she placed a peppermint upon her tongue, clucked to her horse and cantered on through Newark.

But drawing up before the Hunters and the Hounds tavern she paused to stare in amazement, for just as she had drawn near the taproom door had flown open and a man's meager figure, as though booted by a tremendous angry foot, fell past her into the street. A roaring voice followed the figure, and Master Gifford, red-faced and angry, stood glaring in the doorway.

"There, ye rapscallion!" he shouted. "An I ever find ye upon my land again 'twill be the hanging rope will catch ye! Get up, ye dirty even my good, wholesome mud!"

Then, as the sneaking, sordid figure righted itself and started to run, Mehitable saw that it was the inn servant, Sturgins. Before she turned back to his master, she caught a malevolent look from him.

"A bad one!" she observed, shuddering in spite of

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/234


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/235

 herself. The inn master came forward to take her horse; but she shook her head.

"Nay, I tarry but to leave a message with you. It is this: Mistress Hicks's mother—I know not her name—said to tell you the pewter service to melt into bullets be ready for you and that you are to get word to Captain Littell that the new uniforms, together with the silver, be ready for him. There"—Mehitable knitted her brows—"I think that was all!"

Master Gifford threw back his head to laugh. "That old lady be as smart as any! And to think she feigned daftness so well that her own daughter, a shrew if I know one, believed her to be daft!"

"Aye, a clever one, she!" agreed Mehitable. She wheeled her horse. Already the spring dusk was deepening into darkness. "But now I give ye good-night, sir!"

Before the good innkeeper could protest or offer her an escort, she had galloped off up Broad Street, past the Green with its space for military training, past the triangular plot of land given over to the farmers and known as the marketplace, to turn eastward on Bridge Street, though the bridge over the Passaic River had been missing since that November night when, in a retreat, the Americans had burned it behind them, thus gaining a few days respite in Newark before marching on to Elizabeth Town, while the British, fuming and helpless, had been forced to bivouac upon the other shore.

Arrived at the river front and pausng to gaze around at her lonely surroundings, she found the Indian un-

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/235


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/236

 expectedly at her bridle. She gave a start at his appearance but had the good sense to remain silent as he led her horse along the narrow path beside the river bank. Crunch! splash! crunch! they went along. She shivered miserably as the sodden folds of her wet cape swung against her knee. Were they never going to stop!

At last the Indian came to a halt and pointed out into the darkness.

"Boat out there!" he announced.

But strain her eyes as she might Mehitable could see nothing. Only the lapping of water, the sighing of the wind could be heard.

"Art sure this be the place?" asked the girl, a little peevishly. Then she started. For the Indian, without replying, had disappeared into the dense shadows of some underbrush. Only a moment passed and he was back.

"Boat out there," he repeated. And this time there was certainty in his voice. "I go—swim," he continued simply.

Before Mehitable could protest, then, he was gone once more and she was left to her own dismal thoughts. Long minutes passed. Poor Mehitable sighed wearily, yawned, shivered, yawned again. And at her second yawn a mocking voice whispered at her elbow.

Tis indeed a boresome way to pass ye time, mistress! Mayhap we can show ye other ways!"

Mehitable stifled a shriek and looked down. Standing beside her horse—and how he had gotten there unnoticed was more than she ever knew!—was a tall, burly man she never seen before, while behind

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/236


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/237

 him, grinning at her insolently through the shadows, lurked the squat, shifty-eyed inn servant, Sturgins.

Instinctively she jerked at her horse's bridle, dug her sturdy little heels into his sides. It was too late! In a trice she had been torn from her saddle, smothered in some sort of a garment with her hands clasped to her sides, and borne swiftly away in strong arms—whither, she knew not! She only knew that the evil-smelling cloth was strangling her, so that when she cried out, the sound beat impotently upon its folds, while her struggles were as an infant's against the cruel strength of those arms!

It seemed to her that she must have been carried for miles before the terrifying cloth over her head was removed and she was set down roughly upon her feet. But as she stood gasping and blinking she reahzed in amazement that she had been carried only as far as some fir trees beside the river edge and there concealed so that no one approaching by the path or by water could see her. She looked up to find the tall, hard-faced stranger beside her and heard Sturgins carefully leading her horse to a similar hiding place.

"Now, Jaffray," began Sturgins, when he joined them, "do ye not think this bodes trouble from the ship? 'Tis well we arrived!"

"Hush ye!" growled Jaffray, fiercely. "Babbling fool!"

In the pregnant silence which followed, Mehitable stared up at her captor curiously and, it must be admitted, with a little shiver of disagreeable surprise. So this was the man who had so cruelly kidnapped

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/237


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/238

 her tender little sister, who had carried away poor Young Cy, too! As she gazed fierce hatred was bred in the girl's heart. She resolved that somewhere, somehow, she would pay him back in his own coin.

But now she stood still, waiting and listening even as they waited and listened. At last the cautious dip of oars sounded, then the grating of a boat against the river bank. At the same instant, Jaffray thrust a twisted piece of cloth into her unsuspecting mouth, and before she could cry out she was powerless to do so, for she was gagged.

"Tie the wench's hands behind her!" ordered Jaffray sharply, and while he crept forward Sturgins came close and with no more feeling than if he had been tying a watch dog jerked Mehitable's hands behind her back, despite her struggles, and tied them securely.

She was sick at heart! She had been planning to call out a warning, but the two unscrupulous rascals had guessed her purpose. She watched in helpless agony when a tall, slim figure whom she recognized as Young Cy came up the bank only to be overborne by the villain Jaffray. But, unexpectedly. Young Cy, after rolling down the bank beneath the heavier man, got to his feet and succeeded in getting away. Whereupon two other men, sitting in the rowboat, were ordered ashore by the angry sloop captain, and when one of them, feeble and more slow than the other, stumbled, Jaffray clipped him upon the side of the head and he fell into the mud. Dragging him up to the path Jaffray threw him aside. When Mehitable could tear away her horrified eyes, she saw that Sturgins was tying the other man's

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/238


text:
Page:The practice of typography - a treatise on the processes of type-making, the point system, the names, sizes, styles and prices of plain printing types by De Vinne, Theodore Low, 1828-1914.djvu/19

 type; (2) Ascending letters, like A, b, h, d, that occupy the upper three-fourths of the body; (3) Descending letters, like p, y, g, q, that occupy the lower three-fourths of the body; (4) Short letters like a, 0, that occupy about one-half of the Huis in the middle part; (5) Small capitals, that are sometimes in height more than one-half of the body, but not as high as the ascending letters; (6) Irregular characters, like the *, that have no arbitrary height, but do have a definite position.

The punch-cutter begins his work of practical design by drawing a geometrical framework, on which he determines the proper position of every line and the height of each character. A small margin is left at top and bottom of the face to prevent the touching of a descending letter against an ascending letter in the next line, as well as to prevent the wear of exposed lines cut flush to the edge of the body.


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/239

 hands behind his back, whom she now recognized as her father. Then the victorious ones disappeared into the darkness, doubtless bent upon finding and capturing Young Cy.

The girl crept over to her father.

"Hitty, lass! You here!" Squire Condit gave a great start and then a groan. His eyes seemed to be trying to disbelieve what they saw.

"What be the matter? Why do you not speak?" Then he saw that she was gagged and his eyes flashed.

"Canst kneel behind me?" he continued. "Mayhap my hands, bound as they are, can unloosen the gag."

Just as Mehitable was about to obey, however, Sturgins appeared and with unexpected humanity told the girl roughly that he would remove the gag.

Twill do no hurt, now, in sooth," he said indifferently. Saying which, he cut the cloth away with his knife and vanished once more into the darkness. After he had gone, father and daughter kissed each other, and for a short time each was too overcome to do more than murmur brokenly. Then Squire Condit straightened himself determinedly.

"Best see to poor Master Jones, lass. He has been sore wounded and I fear that brute has hurt him again!"

"Nay, Squire!" The other man spoke calmly from where he lay upon the wet ground. "I did not like to interfere with your greetings. How are ye, Hitty, my dear? And how is my wife? Canst tell me if she still lives?"

Mehitable went to him. "Ah, Master Jones," she said pitifully, "if only I could loosen this hemp upon

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/239


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/240

 my wrists and so help ye! Your wife lives—mayhap that news will help ye!"

"Fret not, Hitty! I can bear the pain, now!" But through his brave words the girl guessed the agony which he was bearing.

There was a crashing among the bushes and soon Jaffray burst through them, dragging Young Cy after him.

"Knave!" The boy's voice was hoarse from rage. "Ye have broken the word ye pledged Cunningham, to deliver us safe at Newark!"

Jaffray scowled. "So you, young turkey-cock, were about to escape! 'Tis lucky I decided to turn back this night!"

Mehitable ran forward. Young Cy stared at her.

"Why—why—Hitty!" he stammered. Then he turned furiously upon Jaffray. "Call thyself a man o' honor," he shouted, "and still make war upon women and children!"

Jaffray scowled again. "Wert thou the one to remove that gag, Sturgins?" he snapped.

Young Cy whirled swiftly. "So, Sturgins—you, too, eh! Ye were in league with Jaffray that day I fell gull to his trickery!"

"Why, so I was, master!" Sturgins opened his wide mouth gawkishly and grinned in the other's face. "What be going to do about it?"

"This!" Suddenly Young Cy swung his hands above his head. Too late the conspirators saw that those hands had been forgotten, that they were free. And not only free, but that a short, heavy club was in them!

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/240


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/241

 Before either Jaffray or Sturgins could move, Young Cy brought the club heavily down upon the latter's head and had sprung away once more into the bushes.

"After him!" shouted Jaffray. But Sturgins lay like a log where he had fallen, and the older man, cursing, was forced to leave the other prisoners unguarded and so run after the boy. He was soon back, unsuccessful.

"Eh, fool?" he muttered, going over to Sturgins and prodding him with his foot. "Art feigning this stupor."

Sturgins drew a shuddering breath, then, at a second kick, started up angrily.

"Nay, I be feignin' nawthin'!" he snarled, then he uttered a horrified, bewildered cry. "Oddzooks, I cannot see! Is the night so dark now?"

Jaffray glanced at him impatiently. "The night is as it was, fool!" he said shortly. "What dost mean thou cannot see?"

"I cannot see!" Sturgins was, by now, staggering around in a frantic circle with his groping hands held out before him, while the others watched him in amazement. "Oh, my sight has fled! Destruction be upon me! I be blind!"

"The blow!" Those groaning words burst from Master Jones.

Jaffray caught the panic-stricken figure in rude grasp.

"Stop thy silly woman talk o' blindness and stop rushing hither and yon!" he barked. "Let me look at thy eyes!" He snapped the other's head back to peer into his face. Then, with a laugh, he threw the smaller man aside. "Come, 'tis naught! Thy eyes look as

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/241


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/242

 good as mine own! Art feigning this, I'll warrant, to escape taking ye prisoners back to Tolliver's place—'tis thy lazy way an work be given ye!"

"But I tell ye" Sturgins's voice rose to a hysterical howl, so that Jaffray suddenly stepped close to him and clapped his hand over his mouth, and the howl died away into a gurgle. When he removed his hand Sturgins was mouthing gibberish which made Mehitable feel ill, so terrible were the despair and the fright it bore.

"There, enough!" But now Jaffray's tones held a tinge of uneasiness. "Enough, I say!" He repeated it sharply, for Sturgins had sunk into the mud upon his knees and was clasping Jaffray's legs. "If it be true thou art blind—then 'twas indeed the blow that did it! And that boy shall pay!"

Sturgins, however, was beyond comfort. He threw himself upon the ground and rolled around in an agony more mental than physical for, excepting the blackness which had swooped upon him so suddenly, he had no pain. He kept crying, "My eyes! My eyes!" but it was merely hysteria.

Jaffray turned toward the others ominously. "Get ye going!" he ordered. "I must e'en deliver ye to Tolliver myself, since this fool can't!"

These callous words did not reach the ears of the distracted Sturgins. He was beyond all human goading now. He was weeping and beating frantically upon the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

After a long, painful walk the sad little party reached tumble-down farmhouse. When the door

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/242


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/243

 opened at Jaffray's kick, they all passed into a sparely furnished room where upon a broken-down table gleamed a candle that vied with the firelight in giving them welcome.

"Now, Tolliver," Jaffray spoke sharply to the undersized, shrinking man who had admitted them as Master Jones sank wearily upon a chair which Mehitable got for him, "I leave these prisoners in your care for the nonce. I must return for that fool, Sturgins."

"But where is Sturgins?" objected the other timidly. "I expected his help in guarding these prisoners."

Jaffray scowled. "Guard them yourself!" he ordered crossly, slamming the door as he went out.

There was silence a moment, then Tolliver's cringing manner dropped from him. When Mehitable turned toward him, she was amazed to see that behind his steel-rimmed spectacles there dwelt a hidden, kindly twinkle.

"Wilt not come nearer to the fire, mistress?" he asked courteously.

"Why"—Mehitable's mouth remained open—"art Tory, sir, and so nice!"

Tolliver laughed quietly. "Not all Tories are moulded upon our friend Jaffray's pattern," he suggested. "Wilt have this chair?"

But Mehitable shook her head, begging him to give it to Master Jones. His attention directed to the pathetic wounded figure of the latter, Tolliver looked grim. He bent over the other, the girl watching with bated breath, not knowing what he was about to do.

"Bad work here. I fear," he muttered at last, his

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/243


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/244

 fingers still poking at the blood-stained bandages binding Master Jones's thigh. The sufferer opened his eyes.

"Ye feel like a surgeon, sir," he whispered.

"Dost know the touch, eh?" Tolliver was pleased. Then he straightened himself. "With quick work here, young mistress, we may wash and dress this man's wounds before Jaffray's return!"

"But you, a Tory, to help us thus!" Mehitable gasped.

"Nay, stare not so," admonished Tolliver. With deft fingers he was already ripping the cloths from about the wound. "Sometimes one can serve one's country best by appearing traitor to her!"

They had no sooner gotten through their hurried task than Tolliver bent his head to listen intently. He shoved the basin of warm water and the roll of bandages he had been using into a corner then.

Mehitable and her father, who had heard nothing, looked at him doubtfully; but it was not long before they too heard the clamor Sturgins was making as he and Jaffray approached. The girl looked at her host admiringly.

"I vow, sir, ye have ears like an Indian's!" she exclaimed.

But as she gazed at him, Tolliver's expression changed suddenly and horribly. Even as she looked, the kindly smile faded from his thin face and a ferocious, cruel look took its place. She gaped at him in horror until the sound of an opening door gave her the clue and she realized that Tolliver's expression was a mask for Jaffray's benefit.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/244


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/245

 So great was the force with which the latter banged the door that a cracked windowpane loosened in its frame and fell tinkling to the floor. But a curious sound followed—a whirring, winged sound that seemed to come from the broken window. Then, as they heard it, Jaffray threw up his arms and dropped heavily to the floor.

For a moment they all stared at him stupidly, save Sturgins. Then Mehitable, glancing up, caught a glimpse of a keen dark face at the broken window and realized, with a start, that she had not reckoned with the Indian. Though even as she looked the Indian's face disappeared!

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/245


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/246

S HE dead?" asked Mehitable fearfully, when Tolliver, who had knelt to pull out the winged arrow which had struck Jaffray, looked up.

"Nay, I fear not." He got to his feet. "Come, I will see ye started for home in the farmcart which is in readiness in the barn. Jaffray's wounding has made it possible, my friends."

"But cannot you come with us?" urged Mehitable, when Master Jones had been laid upon straw in the cart and she had climbed to a seat beside her father.

"Nay." Tolliver shook his head. "I must help Jaffray. I am a surgeon."

"So we guessed." Squire Condit looked at him gratefully. "Well, let us hope we may have ye as guest some day. My name is Samuel Condit and I live"

"Condit!" Tolliver took an eager step forward as he stood beside the farm cart. "The father o' John Condit?"

"Aye!" The Squire's voice was astonished. "Do ye know my lad?"

"Know him!" Tolliver's face shone. "He studied medicine with me!"

"But I thought he studied with Doctor Carter!"

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/246


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/247

 "He did," the other returned quietly. "My name is Carter. Stripped of land and moneys by the British in New York, my family gone, I came to this outpost position, thinking I might be of more aid to Americans than with the army. This Tory headquarters is used by all the river pirates and renegades who seize upon the war as a pretext for carry'ing out their own bold schemes!"

Twould be well to report it to Captain Littell!" cried Mehitable.

"Well, Doctor Carter, we hope to have ye as guest, remember!" the Squire was saying in farewell, when all at once Sturgins came crying out of the house, begging them not to leave him.

"In sooth, I know not what to do with him," said Doctor Carter, looking perplexed. "If Jaffray's ship crew find him here, they are likely to finish him off rather than be bothered by blind baggage like him! He knows it, having seen and doubtless helped in similar cases. That is why he is afraid now to be left!"

"Oh, Father, we cannot leave him!" exclaimed Mehitable, horrified.

"An he promises absolute quiet, we will take him," said Squire Condit sternly. Sturgins promised quiveringly and Doctor Carter helping him into the cart beside Master Jones, he sat cross-legged and bent his head upon his arms. Mehitable, glancing back more than once, was really sorry for him, though she had thought she never could be.

It was a long hard journey home. They dared not go fast, for the jolting of the farm cart over rough roads

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/247


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/248

 was more than Master Jones could bear. But at last, without being stopped by Tory or friends, they reached the Jones's house where Young Cy, responding to the Squire's hailing, came running joyfully out with Jemima. As soon as they had gotten the wounded man into the house the Squire resumed his journey, but not before Mehitable, tugging at Young Cy's arm, whispered to him.

"What!" The boy's eyes opened in awful horror. "Blind! I made him blind, ye say, Hitty!" He turned slowly and stared at the bowed figure of Sturgins in the farm cart.

"Why, 'twas in fair combat! Of course, it is awful" Already Mehitable was sorry for her wagging tongue.

"Awful!" Young Cy breathed it out slowly. "To—take—away—a—man's sight! It be more than awful, Hitty!"

Mehitable, driving away home beside her father, found his eyes fixed in rebuke upon her. "My daughter was in haste to spread evil tidings," he said sadly. And the girl hung her head.

But by the time they had turned into Second Road, with the sunrise slanting across the swamp toward them, she forgot her shame, forgot everything save that she was bringing her father home.

The next few days passed in rejoicing with the Condit family, made the more keen by the unexpected appearance of John Condit the morning of his father's arrival home, bringing with him a tall, straight figure. Mehitable had stared in amazement when, standing in the

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/248


text: Page:Code of regulations for the Medical Department of the Presidency of Fort St. George (IA codeofregulation00madr).pdf/1


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/249

 doorway, she had spied them approaching upon horseback.

"Mother! Father!" she shrieked. "Yonder come John and an Indian!"

Later, she saw that he was their Indian, the one who had so often rescued them. John, greeting his father with sincere, loving grasp of his hand, swung him around to face that silent person beside him. But the Squire drew back, his eyes the color of steel. How could he forget that he had once branded him a thief, that he had threatened him a most shameful punishment!

John, however, spoke with self-possession. "Father, and you, too, my mother, this be Gray Hawk, my blood brother, who through rite and Indian ceremony has established a kinship with me which I prize highly. He it is who has watched over my loved ones with a faithfulness seldom equaled and never failing. He has risked life and limb for us. Is this not so, my brother?"

"It is so, my brother," answered the Indian courteously, in his own language, his steady eyes upon the Squire's ruddy face.

"And I must tell ye, in all justice to Gray Hawk," continued John more hurriedly, "that he did not mean to steal my mother's silver candlestick holder. He wished merely to bring me an heirloom to prove, though I had told him it was most unnecessary, that he had truly been to my home upon his first trip as a runner for our army. He did not guess at its value, and now he wishes me to cry pardon for him."

The Squire's expression now changed to its accustomed jollity.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/249


text: Page:Code of regulations for the Medical Department of the Presidency of Fort St. George (IA codeofregulation00madr).pdf/2


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/250

 "Is't true, indeed." He thrust out his hand to grasp the red man's and pump it up and down. "I must cry his pardon, too!"

The Indian was no whit discomposed. With the same calm and dignity he had maintained during that first painful visit to the Condit home, he met the Squire's cordiality with a smile. At last the kindly host persuaded him to go indoors and partake of some wine, and soon the others could see him pledge Gray Hawk's health with a tiny flagon of his most prized wine beside the kitchen fire.

And now John glanced around anxiously. "Mistress Nancy—is she not here?" he asked.

Mistress Condit shook her head, though she was sorry to give him the bad tidings, for she had seen and had guessed at the romance with keen motherly intuition. "Nay, my son. She was called back to New York Town by the illness o' her father. Her cousin, Lieutenant Freeman, came for her very soon after Mehitable had gone. They were sorry he had not come sooner; then my impetuous little girl might have had company to Newark."

Mehitable blushed at her mother's gentle rebuke, but John stood lost in somber thought. He raised his eyes to find his mother's understanding glance upon him, and then, perceiving that they were alone, he spoke.

Tis queer not to know my offense toward the maid. We knew each other in New York Town, as you have doubtless guessed, my mother, and Nancy was most kind until—until"

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/250


text: Page:Code of regulations for the Medical Department of the Presidency of Fort St. George (IA codeofregulation00madr).pdf/3


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/251

 "Until when?" asked Mistress Condit, trying hard not to smile as John's voice died away in moping silence. She was truly sympathetic; but the lover's quarrel appeared so trivial beside that great one between mother country and the young colonies.

John laughed shortly. "Until she wasn't kind," he responded in a grim voice. Then his gaze softened as he looked down into Charity's face. His little sister had come to stand close to him, fondling his hand as it hung by his side.

"But Mistress Nancy told me a most marvelous fairy tale!" observed she triumphantly.

"What fairy tale, little lass?" asked her brother idly.

But just at that instant Sturgins passed them, his sightless eyes turned upon them, and John's attention was distracted, so that the fairy tale, which might have enlightened him considerably as to a certain matter, did not receive a repetition in its telling.

"Why, Mother," John Condit spoke in surprise, "who is yonder fellow? I have not seen him around here before!"

"You mean Sturgins?" responded Mistress Condit inquiringly. "He is the man whom Young Cy made blind, by a blow, your father thinks, as he struggled to escape from him and from the villain Jaffray by the Passaic."

She launched into a description of the encounter as her husband had told it to her, the young doctor not removing his gaze from the blind man's pathetic, groping hands and white face.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/251


text: Page:Code of regulations for the Medical Department of the Presidency of Fort St. George (IA codeofregulation00madr).pdf/4


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/252

 "How came he here?" asked John absently. Mehitable, who had joined them as they stood upon the doorstep, spoke for her mother.

"We brought him home with us. Tolliver—I mean, Doctor Carter was fearful o' his life and so we brought him that Jaffray's crew might not"

"Doctor Carter!" repeated John in vast astonishment.

"Where saw ye him."

"He it was who bound up Master Jones's wound that night. He goes under the name o' Tolliver, having's caped to Jersey after his wealth was confiscated by ye British in New York. He is an American spy, serving at this outpost and"

"So my dear friend is here in Newark!" John mused. "Perhaps we may have him for house guest upon one o' my leaves of absence." His glance rested once more upon Sturgins's unconscious face. "Who knows—we may be able to restore that man's sight. 'Tis doubtless a portion o' bone pressing upon some nerve!"

"Oh, John, an ye could!" And Mehitable clapped her hands so joyously that even Sturgins looked up with a sympathetic grin, though he could see neither the blue sky above him nor the pitying faces gazing at him.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/252


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/253

HERE was the usual hustle and bustle in the Condit home one bright Monday morning, and It seemed to Doctor Carter that everywhere he went that particular spot was already occupied by some energetic individual who was performing some household task in the most energetic manner possible. The kitchen floor was being re-sanded by Mehitable, who did not even look up as her parents' guest trod cautiously past her, casting a wistful glance as he did so at the inglenook beyond the pattern the girl was marking so laboriously with her pointed stick. The bench beside the kitchen door where he had enjoyed many quiet, happy hours with book or host since his arrival from Newark the week before was now hidden by two steaming wooden washtubs, presided over by Mistress Condit. Even the circular seat built around an old apple tree down near the gate was being used, for there Charity had spread her primer and her sewing materials and her own dainty self. No one, beyond Mistress Condit, who vouchsafed an absent smile, paid the least attention to the embarrassed doctor, who at last, book in hand, tramped off toward the great stock barn.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/253


text: Page:Code of regulations for the Medical Department of the Presidency of Fort St. George (IA codeofregulation00madr).pdf/6


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/254

 But even here he found a busy stir. Squire Condit, whip in hand, was admonishing Amos who, seated upon an upturned keg, was mending a bit of harness which had come apart. The plow horses, waiting patiently outside, betokened an emergency.

"I know not why ye did not do as I bid ye, Amos," the Squire was saying in an exasperated tone. Tis ever thus—rainy days, the time for mending harness, passed I don't know how and now, on this morn when we should be in the fields, we must stop to mend"

His voice died away as he stopped to nod cheerfully at Doctor Carter.

"Well, well, Amos, I shall proceed out to the north field; see ye follow with the horses as soon as ever ye can. Make yourself at home, good sir—'tis clean and sweet and—quiet—up in yon haymow now." And the Squire, with a shrewd, understanding glance at the distant figure of his wife and another at their guest, departed.

"Why, 'tis the very place!" observed Doctor Carter delightedly. "I wonder I did not think o't before!"

He paused, one foot upon the ladder attached to the wall, when Amos's rumbling voice arrested him.

"That varlet Sturgins be up there," mumbled Amos. "But he be asleep, so 'twill not bother ye, sir, except he snores."

"Aye?" The good doctor's face fell. "Even here be someone?" But soon his natural kindliness came to the fore. "Eh, well, 'twill not disturb me 'less he snores too loudly, when will I give him a poke—so!" And Doctor Carter's boot toe gave an eloquent flirt

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/254


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/255

 in before he disappeared through the square hole above Amos's head.

True enough, Sturgins lay asleep when the doctor had pulled his middle-aged figure laboriously into the hayloft, and Sturgins asleep was not a pleasant sight to look upon. His wide mouth hung open loosely, his nose twitched miserably, and he seemed most unhappy in his dreams. Doctor Carter glanced at him unfavorably as he sank down into a mound of soft hay; but soon the drowsiness of a spring morning overcame him, too, and his head nodded over the book that lay open upon his knee. So they slept, respectable surgeon and the blind rascal whom Fate had sent upon a curious eddy into this peaceful, quiet corner together.

But after a while Doctor Carter was awakened by a loud shout. He started up to gaze with amazement upon the wild figure that met his eye. It was Sturgins, standing upright, his hands flung above his head, his face contorted with fear and rage.

"Ye shall not, Jaffray! I tell ye, ye shall not!" The blind man's staring eyes gazed past the doctor, though when the latter turned instinctively, naught met his gaze. Wheeling back, his keen glance soon took in a fact which might have escaped any one else. Sturgins was still asleep!

"Nay, nay!" murmured Doctor Carter gently, approaching the dreaming man. "Wake up, Sturgins! Thou art asleep!"

But his words had the opposite effect from what he had intended. Sturgins, instead of awaking, uttered a final cry of terror, gave a sudden leap backward, and

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/255


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/256

 before the other could move had toppled through the opening in the hayloft floor to the ground below, where he lay still and silent.

A pitying sound escaped Doctor Carter's lips as he hurriedly descended to kneel beside the injured man. They were alone in the vast, silent barn, for Amos had gone. He first assured himself that Sturgins still lived, then the doctor hurried to the farmhouse, where he informed Mistress Condit in a few terse words of what had happened. Mehitable was summoned and dispatched to the fields for help, and not much later the unfortunate Sturgins was being carried back to the little lean-to room he had occupied behind the kitchen since his arrival.

"La, la, I do protest he is the most luckless of fellows!" cried Mistress Condit, passing ahead of the motionless form to pull back the covers of his pallet.

Tis true, wife, to say nothing o' my being held up once again upon ye planting!" agreed the Squire, laying down his end of the burden and motioning Amos to do likewise. "Think ye he will die, sir?" he inquired, turning to the surgeon.

Doctor Carter shook his head. "Nay, I cannot tell; 'twas a most nasty fall. The fellow is built like an ox, despite his short stature, yet I like not his remaining senseless!" he replied doubtfully.

At that moment an unexpected voice spoke from the doorway.

"What, good Doctor Carter, hast secured a patient already?"

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/256


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/257

 Mistress Condit uttered a little cry and, turning, found herself in her son's embrace, while Mehitable and Charity, as usual, swarmed upon him affectionately. He clasped his friend's hand eagerly then.

"Nay, less commotion!" warned John laughingly, in a low voice. Tis a sick-room ye be in, lasses! Come ye out into the kitchen!"

"Art home for long, Son?" asked the Squire, following the others into the kitchen before departing once more to his interrupted tasks.

"Nay, sir, for but an hour," answered the young man. "I be on my way to Newark and thereabouts, upon His Excellency's business. However," he added quickly, at sight of the look upon his mother's face, "I will return this night, I think, for I have permission to tarry a day with you." Then as Doctor Carter followed into the kitchen, he turned eagerly to him. "And now, sir, what happened to Sturgins?"

His alert young face was all aglow with professional interest the older recounted accident.

"Ye will try bleeding?" he asked when the other had finished.

Mehitable and Charity, shuddering, glanced at each other. Although bleeding, or the process of taking blood from the veins of their patients, was the common practice of every physician of that day for almost every ailment, these two fortunate little maids knew nothing beyond the word.

"Aye, if he remains senseless," returned Doctor Carter.

"Then I shall try my best to return this night, for it

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/257


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/258

 will be most interesting," responded John. "His case interests me much!"

"Oh, John!" breathed Mehitable in a horrified tone. "Interesting!"

Young Doctor Condit glanced at her mirthfully. "Art not going to help us, Mitty," he teased. "Nay, I shall expect ye to help"

But here Mehitable, with a little shriek of dismay, escaped his futile clutch at her plump arm and in a fit of shuddering, half pretense, half real, ran after Charity into the yard. Soon the kitchen was empty once more, the Squire and Amos tramping off to the fields, Doctor Carter returning to his patient; and then, placing various utensils upon the fire, Mistress Condit watched her son furtively as he sat, lost in grim musing, beside her upon the settle. At last she could bear it no longer, and though she well knew what troubled him, she spoke.

"How now, my boy? What be the matter." Her tone was affectionate.

"I was thinking. Mother. Hast heard no word from Nancy?"

Mistress Condit's cheerful face fell. "Nay, no word at all, my son," she answered gently.

There was a brief silence, then, Doctor Carter entering at that moment, John turned to him, brightening.

"How is your patient now. Doctor?"

The other shook his head. "Still senseless," he answered. Tis hardly to be wondered at, for, in truth, the fellow must have struck his head with terrific force. 'Tis most fortunate I brought my kit with me,

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/258


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/259

 since doubtless your instruments are at headquarters." And so saying, the little surgeon, with a naïve air of satisfaction, opened his surgical kit and examined his shining instruments affectionately, John watching him respectfully.

A quick knock sounding just then upon the door, Charity hastened to open it. She revealed the anxious face and tall, shambling form of Young Cy.

"I met Hitty. She told me that—that man I bl-blinded hath met with an accident, that ye were to bleed him, John?" he stammered questioningly. A look across the kitchen at the instruments laid out upon the table before Doctor Carter sent the blood from his face. "Is't true? Will he die?"

"Why, come in, Young Cy," returned John kindly. "Hitty is a madcap, she should not have so alarmed ye!" he went on in a vexed tone. Tis too soon to tell how he is, my lad."

The boy stood pale and silent a moment, then he sighed. "And if I had not blinded him, this would not have happened him!"

"Nay, he was as like to have died, blind or not, an he dies, for he was asleep when he walked off the haymow!" answered Doctor Carter sharply. But Young Cy looked at the floor.

Tis so horrible to feel that ye have taken the blue sky and the sunlight from a man!" he said. And with half a sob he dropped his chin upon his breast. Doctor Carter, watching him keenly, saw the nervous twitching of his eyelids, the trembling of his hands.

"Hast slept well lately, young sir?" he now asked.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/259


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/260

 "Hardly at all, sir," answered Young Cy, without looking up. "Nor can I eat."

"What!" said Doctor Carter contemptuously. "One would almost think thou wert a mollycoddle thus to act!"

The blood whipped into the boy's face and he sprang to his feet, his eyes flashing.

"No man shall call me mollycoddle!" he cried, taking a threatening step forward and glaring at the little doctor over John's outthrust arm.

"There, there, lad, let us not quarrel!" smiled Doctor Carter, in a friendly way. "My prescription has worked all too well."

Young Cy stared at him suspiciously until John, smiling, too, gave him a little push toward the other.

"Shake hands, lad," he said tolerantly. "He does not really think thee a mollycoddle! He called thee that but to test thy mettle. Go home, now, and eat and sleep and all will yet be well."

"Mayhap ye are right," said Young Cy shamefacedly. "I am sorry I spoke rudely to ye just now." And he shook Doctor Carter's hand apologetically. "And now I am off for home. Jemima was making a dried-apple pie!"

But before he had reached the door it was flung open and a sweet-faced lady entered hurriedly.

"Nancy!" screamed Charity happily.

"Nancy!" cried Mistress Condit.

"Nancy!" whispered John's heart. But he alone failed to greet her. Indeed, he did not stir until a manly form entered the room, when he tore his gaze

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/260


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/261

 away and met the newcomer's quizzical glance. Then he sprang forward.

"What, Tony Freeman!" he exclaimed.

They were shaking hands heartily when Mehitable came tripping into the kitchen.

"Von Garten!" she stammered, stopping short.

"Nay, Mistress Madcap, 'tis Lieutenant Anthony Freeman, at your service!" he answered, sweeping his tri-cornered hat against his breast in a fine bow.

"Of course! How stupid I be. I offer ye my apology!" cried Mehitable, recovering her composure. "Though"—she looked at him saucily—"if ye persist in calling me—er—er—that dreadful name o' Mistress Madcap, I shall have to call ye Von Garten!"

"Nay, I cry ye quits! Name me no Hessian name, I prithee!" And with mock horror Lieutenant Freeman held out his hands imploringly. He was interrupted by Mistress Nancy who, having just greeted Squire Condit, at that moment arrived, now turned toward John with very pink cheeks.

"Quiet, an ye please!" Then, when everyone had dropped into amazed silence, she looked around her shyly.

"While apologies are being tendered, as Hitty has started them, I have ridden since early morn to offer one myself. 'Tis to you, John!" She raised her eyes bravely. "Before your—your—mother, before everyone, I wish to cry your pardon. I have just discovered how unjust I have been to you about a—a certain matter. I thought 'twas you I saw garbed as 'Night' at Mr. Drew's rout last year in New York."

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/261


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/262

 "Why, did ye not know he lent his suit for that affair to his friend here, your cousin, as he was out with me upon urgent sickness!" exclaimed Doctor Carter.

"Nay, not until Tony happened to mention it most casually last night. I—you—will not understand, mayhap, John; but 'twas most important to me who had worn that suit!" blundered on Mistress Nancy.

"I know why!" said Charity, in a tone of great satisfaction.

"So now I cry your pardon, John," stammered Mistress Nancy. Suddenly, before them all, she ran across the kitchen to throw herself in his arms. "Oh, John," she whispered. "I did indeed love ye all the time!"

John said nothing; but the look upon his face was enough as he bent over the lovely head upon his breast. Across the kitchen an older pair of lovers looked at each other and smiled happily.

Before any one could speak or move, Amos, the man of all work, thrust his head in at the door. "Here be a note, Mistress Hitty, for you."

Mehitable took it eagerly. "Why, 'tis from Miranda Briggs." She read it hastily; then, looking up at Mistress Nancy, she spoke seriously. "Miranda and her mother are going to Staten Island with the Squire. And there is something about that note Mother found in your reticule, Nancy. Shall I read it?" At the other's nod she bent her eyes upon the letter which, ill-spelt, criss-crossed, looked as though many repentant tears had dropped upon it.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/262


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/263

"What, that young minx!" exclaimed John indignantly. The rest laughed, and poor Miranda's note was soon forgotten in the general stir which followed. All eyes were fixed inquiringly upon Doctor Carter when he returned from a brief visit to Sturgins's room.

"Better come, John; ye patient is sensible, I believe!"

As John Condit followed the older doctor, the others were following in curiosity when Squire Condit stopped them.

"A sick man needs quiet," he said authoritatively. "You, little Cherry, may go and bring us word o' ye patient."

She found John bending over the cot of the injured man. "Sturgins!" he said imperatively. As they all watched, there was a noticeable flutter of the patient's eyelids.

"Sturgins!" repeated John.

This time Charity held her breath. Yes, Sturgins was opening his eyes. He sighed, raised his hand weakly. Then, as they gazed, awed, he stared straight up into John's eyes and the young doctor, staring back, knew that he was looking into seeing eyes! Then, without a word, Sturgins's eyelids fluttered down wearily and he sank at once into a deep sleep. Charity flew back to the kitchen.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/263


text:
Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/264

 "He sees!" she stammered. "Sturgins can see again!"

"What!" cried all.

"Aye!" John appeared behind Charity, his face beaming. Tis true—a miracle has happened! There is no doubt the man sees! Doubtless some pressure has been released by this last blow he received when he landed upon his head this morning!"

At that Young Cy could contain himself no longer. With a stifled whoop he caught Mehitable's and Charity's hands and danced around for joy and relief. Before they knew it the Squire and his wife, the lovers, and Lieutenant Freeman were drawn into that magic circle, and when Doctor Carter appeared frowningly in the doorway even Amos was performing a solemn clog of his own, with a hop, skip, and shuffle.

"Misadventures we have had and madcaps we may be!" Mehitable was chanting, "but whole and sound and fine we are, though we have had no tea—thanks to ye British!" she added beneath her breath.

"Prithee, less noise!" commanded Doctor Carter, with a benign smile that took the edge from his words.

So they all seated themselves and tried to settle down. But even so, the fire crackled with mirth, the pewter pans winked, and the copper pans blinked, as though only love and happiness could reign from then on in that household and there never had been a shot fired at Lexington in 1775.

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/264


text: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/265

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/265


text: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/266

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/266


text: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/267

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/267


text: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/268

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/268


text: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/269

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/269


text: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/270

title: Page:Mistress Madcap (1937).pdf/270


text: Page:Maud Howe--Roma Beata.djvu/11

title: Page:Maud Howe--Roma Beata.djvu/11


text: Mistress Madcap

title: Mistress Madcap


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 1

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 1


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 2

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 2


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 3

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 3


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 4

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 4


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 5

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 5


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 6

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 6


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 7

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 7


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 8

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 8


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 9

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 9


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 10

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 10


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 11

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 11


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 12

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 12


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 13

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 13


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 14

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 14


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 15

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 15


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 16

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 16


text:
Page:Ancient India as described by Megasthenês and Arrian.djvu/26

Rh the sword. Hence the expedition produced quite a crop of narratives and memoirs relating tolndia, such as those of Baeto, Diogṅetos, Nearchos, Onesikritos, Arisťoboulos, Kallisthe- nês, and others. These works are all lost, but their substance is to be found condensed in Strabo, Pliny, and Arrian. Subsequent to these writers were some others, who made considerable additions to the stock of information regarding India, among whom may be mentioned Dêimachos, who re- sided for a long time in Palibothra, whither he was sent on an embassy by Seleukos to Allitro- chadês, the successor of Sandrakottos; Patroklês, the admiral of Seleukos, who is called by Strabo the least mendacious of all writers concerning India; Timosthenes, admiral of the fleet of Ptolemaios Philadelphos; and Megas- thenes, who being sent by Seleukos Nikator on an embassy to Sandrakottos (Chandragupta),† the king of the Prasii, whose capital was Palibothra (Pataliputra, now Patna), wrote a work on India of such acknowledged worth that it formed the prin- cipal source whence succeeding writers drew their accounts of the country. This work, which appears


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 17

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 17


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 18

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 18


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 19

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 19


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 20

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 20


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 21

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 21


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 22

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 22


text: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 23

title: Mistress Madcap/Chapter 23


text:
Page:Ancient India as described by Megasthenês and Arrian.djvu/27

Rh to have been entitled to, no longer exists, but it has been so often abridged and quoted by the ancient writers that we have a fair knowledge of its contents and their order of arrangement. Dr. Schwanbeck, with great industry and learning, has collected all the fragments that have been anywhere preserved, and has prefixed to the collection a Latin Introduction, wherein, after showing what knowledge the Greeks had acquired of India before Megasthenês, he enters into an examination of those passages in ancient works from which we derive all the little we know of Megasthenês and his Indian mission. He then reviews his work on India, giving a summary of its contents, and, having estimated its value and authority, concludes with a notice of those authors who wrote on India after his time.‡ I have translated in the latter part of the sequel a few instructive passages from this Introduction, one particularly which successfully vindicates Megasthenês from the charge of mendacity so frequently preferred against him. Meanwhile the following extracts, translated from C. Müller's Preface to his edition of the Indika, will place before the reader all the information that can be gleaned regarding Megasthenes and his embassy from a careful scrutiny and comparison of all the ancient texts which relate thereto.

Justinus (XV. 4) says of Seleukos Nikator,


text:
Amharic Basic Course/Volume 2/Glossary

a - አ/ዐ

b - በ

c - ቸ

C - ጨ

title: Amharic Basic Course/Volume 2/Glossary


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/17

HE ravages of disease add considerably to the difficulties of raising poultry in all parts of the world. It is the experience of poultry rearers that an annual toll has to be paid in the lives of young birds and older stock. Sooner or later, in addition, an epidemic may break out and result in heavy losses and much discouragement.

It is most important, therefore, to be able to recognize the symptoms and to know the causes of the many diseases to which various kinds of poultry are subject. Every practical effort should be made to reduce avoidable mortality. Am unexplained death should be regarded with concern. It may point to the presence of a serious disease. When there is not sufficient external


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/18

Rh evidence for determining the cause of death, a post-mortem examination should be made (see page 98).

The poultryman must know above all whether he is dealing with an infectious disease or not. The discovery that a sudden death among his fowls is due to apoplexy will set his mind at ease. On the other hand, if a case of cholera occurs, the body of the dead fowl should be burnt, and a vigorous campaign started to prevent the spread of the disease; birds showing mopishness and other suspicious symptoms should be isolated; the houses, the feed troughs, the water vessels, and the yard to which the dead fowl has had access, should all be thoroughly disinfected.

Pexhaps more loss has been caused by introducing birds with disease into a healthy flock than by any other means. Readers will, doubtless, be able to recall occasions on which their own, or their neighbors',


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/19

Rh flocks suffered. An instance was recently related to the writer. A poultryman was offered two fowls, which he at first refused, but owing to the vagrant seller's importunity, he eventually bought the birds and let them loose among the home flock. On the following day one died; but no effort was made to discover the cause, nor was the dead fowl's body burnt. In a few days, a fowl belonging to the original flock died and, in three to four weeks after the purchase, twothirds of the stock had died. It afterwards transpired that the vendor had lost several of his fowls from cholera, and the fear of further mortalities had been his reason for being so anxious to dispose of the survivors.

On every farm where poultry is kept, there should be a quarantine ward for new purchases. The most careful breeders will isolate their own birds that have returned from an exhibition, for fear they may have contracted some disease there or on the journey.


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/20

Practical experience and scientific investigation have clearly proved that preventive measures are more economical and effective than curative. Failing prevention, everything points to the importance of dealing promptly with the first cases, owing to the risk of infection of the rest of the stock. Control measures may be divided into three classes:

The details to which special attention must be given are covered by the following axiomatic rules:

Isolate birds recently purchased—for two or three weeks, Isolate every bird that shows any sign of ill health. Provide a fresh and pure supply of water in a shady position. Add Epsom salts (one teaspoonful to a quart) once a week ta the drinking water. Give chickens daily a liberal] supply of bran in addition to their other feed. Feed birds an a varied diet, including green food.|Arrange that birds have to scratch for some of their food. Construct houses, nest boxes, etc. so that they can be readily and thoroughly disinfected. Houses should be free from drafts.|Disinfect contaminated soil by spraying, liming, and resting.


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/21

 Visit the roosts at night to detect cases of wheezing due to colds, and to search for mites and other pests. Keep on hand disinfectants, lice powders and medicines likely to be required.

The small margin of profit on a single fowl makes dosing with medicines and nursing an unprofitable occupation, except in


text:
Page:Fsi-AmharicBasicCourse-Volume2-StudentText.pdf/477

RV 972 (Rh)


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/22

 the case of valuable stock. If the treatment of a bird is undertaken, it should be borne in mind that more depends upon attention to the rules of good nursing than to the administration of drugs. Comfortable quarters, warm and free from drafts, clean straw, and invalid's diet of soft and easily


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/23

 digested food will all tur the chances in favor of recovery.

Too often isolation is in effect a death sentence. The bird is put into cramped quarters, exposed to cold winds and beating rains, and, being in an out-of-the-way corner, is, perhaps, neglected instead of being specially cared for.

Fowls that will not take food should be fed lightly, but frequently, with a spoon in order that their strength may be kept up. All stale food should be removed.

Drugs and medicines likely to be required should always be kept in stock. The weekly use of Epsom salts, as a mild laxative for preventing intestinal disorders, is strongly recommended. Little faith should be put in drugs said to cure tuberculosis, cholera, etc. Below is given a list of the medicines generally required. The doses given in the table are for a medium-sized adult fowl; three-quarters as much should be given for a half-grown bird, and about


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/24

 one-fifth for a young chicken. Treatment should be repeated as necessary, and animals should be well nursed.


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/26

The important part played by micro-organisms in causing and spreading disease must be understood before the value of disinfection can be fully appreciated. The poultryman must develop a sense of sight that sees lurking microbes at every turn, especially in unclean corners. Figure 5 shows germs revealed by the microscope in the excrement of a bird suffering from


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/27

 tuberculosis. The fact that this speck contained so many germs, although it was far too small to be seen with the naked eye, will give an idea of how epidemics may be caused by food, water, and soil contaminated by excreta, nasal discharges, etc.

Regular and thorough disinfection of woodwork, of feeding vessels, and of the drinking water should form part of the routine of poultry management, and a stock of disinfectants should always be kept on hand. It will be found convenient to have an iron drum with a tap for a diluted solution, say 5%, of some standard disinfectant—e. g., creolin—that can be further diluted as required.

Water. A stock solution of permanganate of potash, made by adding ten grains to one quart of water, should always be kept on hand for purposes of disinfection. -When there is danger of infection, two tablespoonfuls of this solution should be added to every gallon of drinking water.

Feeding Vessels. Clean with boiling water.


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/28

 Houses and Fixtures. Spray with 2% to §% creolin (or other disinfectant) and whitewash afterwards, or use whitewash to which 2% of creolin has been added. The


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/29

 whitewash should be prepared with quicklime. The house should first be cleaned out with an iron scraper and scrubbing brush, using a liberal supply of water (see Fig. 6).

Soil. The most convenient of the following methods should be adopted:

1. Spray surface with 5% creolin.

2. Spread straw over ground and set fire to it.

3. Fork over and lime. This method is not sufficient if serious contamination is suspected.


text:
Page:Poultry diseases, causes, symptoms and treatment, with notes on post-mortem examinations (IA cu31924000931570).pdf/35

LL classes of domestic poultry are to a great extent subject to the same diseases that affect the common fowl. The symptoms of such diseases are for the most part similar to those noticed when fowls are affected, and treatment must be on the same lines. In the management of turkeys, ducks, geese, guinea fowls and pigeons, the strictest sanitary measures must be enforced, as in the rearing of fowls.

Owing to its importance, blackhead of turkeys is dealt with separately. It is one of the most serious of poultry diseases and causes heavy losses to turkey rearers. Careful study should be made of the reports of the recent investigations at the Rhode Island Experiment Station.

Severe epidemics of diarrhea or cholera occur among all classes of poultry. Geese are subject to a farm of cholera that appears


text:
Page:Ante-Nicene Christian Library Vol 9.djvu/134

112 Him, he said, "If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread." But the Lord repulsed him by the commandment of the law, saying, "It is written, Man doth not live by bread alone." As to those words [of His enemy,] "If thou be the Son of God," [the Lord] made no remark; but by thus acknowledging His human nature He baffled His adversary, and exhausted the force of his first attack by means of His Father's word. The corruption of man, therefore, which occurred in paradise by both [of our first parents] eating, was done away with by [the Lord's] want of food in this world. But he, being thus vanquished by the law, endeavoured again to make an assault by himself quoting a commandment of the law. For, bringing Him to the highest pinnacle of the temple, he said to Him, "If thou art the Son of God, cast thyself down. For it is written, That God shall give His angels charge concerning thee, and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest perchance thou dash thy foot against a stone;" thus concealing a falsehood under the guise of Scripture, as is done by all the heretics. For that was indeed written, [namely], "That He hath given His angels charge concerning Him;" but "cast thyself down from hence" no Scripture said in reference to Him: this kind of persuasion the devil produced from himself. The Lord therefore confuted him out of the law, when He said, "It is written again. Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God;" pointing out by the word contained in the law that which is the duty of man, that he should not tempt God; and in regard to Himself, since He appeared in human form, [declaring] that He would not tempt the Lord his God. The pride of reason, therefore, which was in the serpent, was put to nought by the humility


text: Page:The Harveian oration (electronic resource) - Royal College of Physicians, 1881 (IA b20411911).pdf/1


text:
Page:Ante-Nicene Christian Library Vol 9.djvu/136

114 he had bound man, in order that man, being set free, migbt return to his Lord, leaving to him (Satan) those bonds by which lie himself had been fettered, that is, sin. For when Satan is bound, man is set free; since "none can enter a strong man's house and spoil his goods, unless he first bind the strong man himself." The Lord therefore exposes him as speaking contrary to the word of that God who made all things, and subdues him by means of the commandment. Now the law is the commandment of God. The Man proves him to be a fugitive from and a transgressor of the law, an apostate also from God. After [the Man had done this], the Word bound him securely as a fugitive from Himself, and made spoil of his goods,—namely, those men whom he held in bondage, and whom he unjustly used for his own purposes. And justly indeed is he led captive, who had led men unjustly into bondage; while man, who had been led captive in times past, was rescued from the grasp of his possessor, according to the tender mercy of God the Father, who had compassion on His own handiwork, and gave to it salvation, restoring it by means of the Word—that is, by Christ—in order that men might learn by actual proof that he receives incorruptibility not of himself, but by the free gift of God.

1. Thus then does the Lord plainly show that it was the true Lord and the one God who had been set forth by the law; for Him whom the law proclaimed as God, the same did Christ point out as the Father, whom also it behoves the disciples of Christ alone to serve. By means of the statements of the law, He put our adversary to utter confusion; and the law directs us to praise God the Creator (Demiurgum), and to serve Him alone. Since this is the case, we must not seek for another Father besides Him, or above Him, since


text:
Page:Papers of William Shakespeare Hall, 1861–1895.pdf/79

 following with such little things as they could carry. I may here remark that the crew of the "Sea Ripple", which I saw, were the greatest blackguards one can have any idea of; & looked more like the rakings of "hell" than decent sailors. I brought the horses up to feed as soon as possible; & the dray came in about 2 hours later; the whole party in much better spirits, at being, once more on terra firma, with plenty of water. -

APRIL 18.

Went down to Landing (marsh) with 4 hands, team & boat, with some difficulty raised flat, which had a habit of being submerged, on above high water mark. Returned with Hancock, with dray load of our timber, leaving McC with Withnall & 2 men to work boats. I then moved the party with belongings 1 mile above Dig-down to the nearest fresh water; as it was brakish (at the former).

APRIL 19.

Went down with Hancock & team to marsh, moved 3 loads of goods above high water, brought up last load, with 1 sheep fowls, ducks & provisions for party, & traps & utensils for women. Started for home sundown, which made rather a long day, as I had to ride 14 miles after the bullocks in the morning.

APRIL 20.

Joe & Laing had been at work on stone wall during my


text:
Page:Ante-Nicene Christian Library Vol 9.djvu/137

Rh there is one God who justifies the circumcision by faith, and the uncircumcision through faith. For if there were any other perfect Father above Him, He (Christ) would by no means have overthrown Satan by means of His words and commandments. For one, ignorance cannot be done away with by means of another ignorance, any more than one defect by another defect. If, therefore, the law is due to ignorance and defect, how could the statements contained therein bring to nought the ignorance of the devil, and conquer the strong man? For a strong man can be conquered neither by an inferior nor by an equal, but by one possessed of greater power. But the Word of God is the superior above all. He who is loudly proclaimed in the law: "Hear, O Israel, the Lord thy God is one God;" and, "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart;" and, "Him shalt thou adore, and Him alone shalt thou serve." Then in the Gospel, casting down the apostasy by means of these expressions. He did both overcome the strong man by His Father's voice, and He acknowledges the commandment of the law to express His own sentiments, when He says, "Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God." For He did not confound the adversary by the saying of any other, but by that belonging to His own Father, and thus overcame the strong man.

2. He taught by His commandment that we who have been set free should, when hungry, take that food which is given by God; and that, when placed in the exalted position of every grace [that can be received], we should not, either by trusting to works of righteousness, or when adorned with supereminent [gifts of] ministration, by any means be lifted up with pride, nor should we tempt God, but should feel humility in all things, and have ready to hand [this saying], "Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God." As also the apostle taught, saying, "Minding not high things, but consenting to things of low estate;" that we should neither be ensnared with riches, nor mundane glory, nor present fancy,


text:
Page:The Independence of the Czecho-Slovak Nation.pdf/6

 people, but every people should be left free to determine its own policy, its own way of development unhindered, unthreatened, unafraid, the little along with the great and powerful. To Congress, January 22, 1917

We shall fight for democracy, for the right of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own governments, for the rights and liberties of small nations, for a universal dominion of right by such a concert of free peoples as shall bring peace and safety to all nations and make the world itself at last free. President To Congress, April 2, 1917


text:
Page:The Independence of the Czecho-Slovak Nation.pdf/7

 She (America), is fighting for no advantage or selfish object of her own, but for the liberation of people everywhere from the aggression of autocratic force

We are fighting for the liberty, the self-government and the undictated development of all peoples, and every feature of the settlement that concludes this warmust be conceived and executed forthat purpose. To Russia, June 10, 1917

Peace should rest upon the rights of peoples, not the rights of governments, the rights of peoples great or small, weak or powerful, their equal right to freedom and security and self-government, and to a partici-


text:
Page:The Music of the Spheres.djvu/35

 After establishing his sovereignty over the world and rescuing his brothers and sisters through the aid of a powerful potion, he called Neptune and Pluto into his presence and made Neptune God of the Sea, and Pluto God of the Underworld. These three deities were then armed with powerful weapons for Jupiter could hurl his thunderbolts and flash his lightnings, Pluto walk about in the security of a hat of darkness, and Neptune stir up the sea, or calm it, by means of a three-pronged spear. The Titans, now thoroughly cowed, were punished in various ways, some being imprisoned in the Pit of Darkness with their brothers, the sons of Uranus, while others were doomed to work without ceasing on servile tasks for the gods. Atlas, the tallest, was commanded to stand on the western extremity of the earth and bear the vault of heaven on his head and shoulders. His station was later said to be in the Atlas mountains in Africa. Aeschylus, an ancient writer, claims that the daughters of Atlas and their mother, the nymph Pleone, fled to the sky in sorrow when Atlas was forced to undergo this terrible punishment. The seven daughters, now styled the Pleiades, represent one of our most beautiful star groups.

Now when Mother Earth heard of the high-handed ways of her grandson, Jupiter, she decided that she would give him a much needed lesson, so gathering together the most terrible of the giants among Uranus' sons, she incited them to start another great war. This war lasted ten years, the giants proving so formidable that Jupiter summoned the one-eyed Cyclops and the hundred-handed sons of grandfather Uranus to come to his aid. The Hecatoncheires gave immediate assistance by flinging rocks with all their three-hundred hands at once while the Cyclops forged thunderbolts as fast as Jupiter could handle them. In the thick of this bombardment, which left debris and bowlders strewn all over Thessaly, the giants balanced Mount Pelion on the summit of Mount Ossa, which lay between Pelion and Olympus, in a

title: Page:The Music of the Spheres.djvu/35


text:
Page:The Music of the Spheres.djvu/36

 final effort to storm the home of the Gods, but Jupiter, hurling his thunderbolts, struck Ossa from under Pelion and buried the giants beneath the ponderous mass. The violence of this battle shook the foundations of the world:

Only one giant escaped, a terrible monster named Typhon, who picked up a whole mountain in a paroxysm of supernatural rage and hurled it at his adversaries. He was finally subdued, after a terrible struggle, by a thunderbolt from Olympus, which knocked him into the sea. There the gods lashed him with the Lightnings of Jupiter and heaped the vast three-cornered island of Sicily upon his limbs, two of the corners weighing down his arms and the third one crushing his feet, while his head was entombed beneath Mount Etna which hurled off its crown to let out his fiery breath. The lame god Vulcan took advantage of this situation and henceforth used the location for his workshop where he forged many wonderful works of art within its fires.

This last war left Jupiter reigning in peace. He was the greatest of the deities, the king of gods and men; he watched over the state and family; his hand wielded the lightnings and guided the stars; and, in short, he regulated the whole course of Nature. Since the world soon became far enough advanced to understand natural phenomena, he was also the last of the Olympian rulers. He is probably the best known of any of the gods and one finds many of the stories of his loves and adventures immortalized in the skies. His daughter Urania was the Muse of

title: Page:The Music of the Spheres.djvu/36


text:
Page:The Independence of the Czecho-Slovak Nation.pdf/8

 pation upon fair terms in the economical opportunities of the world. To the Pope, August 27, 1917

‘Self-determination’ is not a mere phrase. It is an imperative principle of action, which statesmen will henceforth ignore at their peril. To Congress, February 11, 1918

Every superior and powerful nation owes a debt to other nations, and after establishing its own independence must aid others to maintain their independence, or to conquer it.


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/2

RELIGIOUS, BENEVOLENT AND CHARITABLE

AND ITS VICINITY.

Of the Bengal Civil Service.

1824.


text:
Page:The Independence of the Czecho-Slovak Nation.pdf/9

 That self-governing communities are not to be treated as negligible simply because they are small, that the ruthless domination of one unscrupulous power imperils the future of civilization and the liberties of mankind, are truths of political ethics which the bitter experiences of war are burning into the soul of all freedom-loving peoples.

To those objects (to be achieved by the war), have now been added that of liberating populations oppressed by alien tyranny. To Russia, June 11, 1917


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/100


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/101


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/168

Institution was established on it’sits [sic] existing footing after the most careful enquiry and deliberation. The want of elementary books in the Bengallee and Hindoostanee languages had for some time been perceived, and a subscription for the printing of such works was set on foot. The association for this purpose led to a more extended meeting in the month of May 1817, at the College of Fort William, when certain preliminary rules for the institution proposed to be established under the name of the Calcutta Book


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/102


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/103


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/104


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/105


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/169

Rh Society, were framed, and a provisional Committee appointed to take measures for making it known, to procure it the pecuniary support all classes of the community, and the aid of the labors and advice of learned men, both at the Presidency and in the provinces. The report of the provisional Committee having been received, the School Book Society was finally organized and established on the 1st of July 1817. The following are the rules of the Society.

1.— an association be formed, to be denominated “The Calcutta School-Book Society.”

2.— the objects of this Society be the preparation, publication, and cheap or gratuitous supply of works useful in Schools and Seminaries of learning.

3.— it form no part of the design of this Institution, to furnish religious Books a restriction, however, very far from being meant to preclude the supply of moral tracts, or books of moral tendency, which, without interfering with the religious sentiments of any person, may


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/106


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/107


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/108


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/170

158 be calculated to enlarge the understanding, and improve the character.

4.— the attention of the Society be directed, in the first instance, to the providing of suitable books of instruction for the use of Native Schools, in the several languages, (English as well as Asiatic,) which are, or may be taught in the provinces subject to the Presidency of Fort William.

5.— the business of the Institution be conducted by a Committee, which shall comprise a President, 4 Vice Presidents, and 20 Members, (10 of them being Natives,) to be annually chosen at a general Meeting in July; who shall associate with themselves, as Members ex-officio, a Treasurer, a Collector, a European and Native Recording Secretary, and a European and Native Corresponding Secretary, with as many other Secretaries as the Sub-Committees it may be expedient to form shall require.

6.— all persons, of whatever nation,'subscribing any sum annually to the funds of the Institution, shall be considered Members of


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/109


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/110


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/111


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/171

Rh the Society, be entitled to vote at the annual election of Managers, and be themselves eligible to the Committee.

7.— the names of Subscribers and benefactors, and a statement of receipts and disbursements, be published annually, with a Report of the proceedings of the Committee.

8.— the Committee be empowered to call a general Meeting of the Members, whenever circumstances may render it expedient.

9.— the Committee be likewise empowered to fill up from among the Members of the Society, any vacancies that may happen in ifs own number, in the period between one annual election of Managers and another.

10.— any number of persons in the Country forming themselves into a School-Book Association, auxiliary to the Society, and corresponding with it, shall be entitled to the full up amount of their annual subscriptions in School-Books at cost price.


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/172

160 the Report of the Provisional Committee it appeared expedient that the means of instruction should be in the first instance provided in the Bengallee, Hindoostanee, Persian, Arabic, and Sanscrit languages, the earliest attention being given to the preparation and printing of School Books in the Bengallee language. In this respect the wants of the people were represented to be most urgent, numerous Schools being at a stand for want of books, many respectable individuals having been compelled to relinquish their plans of establishing native Schools, solely from the deficiency of this most essential article.

supply of Books in the English language was stated to be very disproportioned to the demand both from native Schools, and those institutions in the Metropolis and it’sits [sic] vicinity where young persons of European parentage and partial descent, (which latter according to the computation of the Committee amount to about 3,000) are brought up. It was accordingly proposed that a few elementary Books in English should be immediately prepared tor the use of the Schools, Native and English, and that com-


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/112


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/173

Rh pendiums in the English language of Geography, Chronology and History should also be prepared, adapted especially to native Schools. Proceeding generally according to the suggestion of the provisional Committee, the Society availed itself of the aid of several benevolent and enlightened persons, who had prepared or were compiling useful works in the native languages, during the first year of it’sits [sic] institution, and took measures for printing, or subscribing for, at its expense, works in various languages to the extent of 34,476 copies; giving a splendid promise of future exertion. The specification alone of these works would occupy several pages; but this detail is not necessary to excite our admiration of the efforts of the many excellent individuals, who have been actively employed in this service of benevolence.

The amount received from the public liberality, at the expiration of the first year of the Society’s formation was,


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/113


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/114


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/115


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/116


text: Page:The Crowne of all Homers Workes - Chapman (1624).djvu/117


text:
Page:History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions.djvu/9

Rh lent origin and purpose, nor do Institutions for the promotion of education, partake sufficiently of an eleemosynary character, to come strictly under the above head. In short, what is benevolent is not always charitable, though what is charitable, is, on the face of it, always benevolent.

I fear that many defects will be found in the arrangement of the work. Some of them are to be ascribed to the inherent difficulty of classifying subjects, not always easily distinguishable in their character. For the rest, I must entreat the indulgence of the reader, both for the reasons already offered, and on account of the impracticability of obtaining i this country, the assistance of experience in adapting any literary attempt for publication.

In whatever quarter I have applied for in formation or assistance, I gratefully acknowledge that I have found an uniform readiness to oblige me. It is incumbent on me, however, specifically to avow my obligation to the scientific friend, who not only furnished me with three of the Drawings which embellish this volume, but kindly undertook to superintend the multiplication of the requisite number of Copies of all the Designs, by means of Lithography.


text: The Crowne of All Homers Workes/A Hymne to Venus (1)


text: The History, Design and Present State of the Religious, Benevolent and Charitable Institutions, Founded by the British in Calcutta and Its Vicinity/Calcutta School Book Society


text:
A Hymn to Venus

 * A Hymn to Venus, translations of a poem by Homer
 * A Hymn to Venus [usually titled "To the same"], translations of a poem by Homer
 * Hymn to Venus, a poem by Sappho

title: A Hymn to Venus


text:
Page:Complete Works of Count Tolstoy - 13.djvu/201

 the East, and by showing that it was not used by the ancient fathers of the church, such as St. Gregory the Divine, Ambrose, Hilary, nor by the Councils of Nice and Sardis and others, which were against the Arians, though this verse might have served as an important tool against the heretics, and though some of the fathers have made use of verses 6 and 8 of the same chapter, which are much less strong and decisive. All these proofs of the assumed spuriousness of the verse under discussion are quite insufficient for their purpose and, besides, are refuted by positive proofs: (a) if in some Greek texts of the New Testament, which have been preserved until the present, this verse does not exist, it has been and still is in many others. Why then, arises the question, should we give preference to the first over the latter and conclude that it was added to the latter, and not omitted in the first? On the contrary, justice demands that preference be given to the latter.” (pp. 180, 181.)

Those are all the proofs from Holy Scripture of the Old and the New Testament. The only passage from the whole Scripture which presents a similitude of that assertion that God is one and three is spurious, and its reality is confirmed by the polemics of the composer of the Theology.

But there are also proofs from Holy Tradition:

“(28) Confirmation of the same truth from Holy Tradition. No matter how clear and numerous the passages are from Holy Scripture, especially from the New Testament, which contain the doctrine of the Trinity of the persons in one God, it is necessary for us here to turn to Holy Tradition which has been preserved in the church from its very beginning. It is necessary to do so because all these passages from Scripture have been subject to all kinds of interpretations and controversies, which cannot be permanently settled, at least not for a believer, but by the voice of the apostolic tradition and the ancient


text: Page:The problem of China - Russell 1922.pdf/9