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ues to join the psalm.

Those everlasting snow-fields are not cold; This icy solitude no barren waste. The crystal masses burn with love untold; The glacier-table spreads a royal feast.

Fairweather! Crillon! Warders at Heaven’s gate! Hoar-headed priests of Nature’s inmost shrine! Strong seraph forms in robes immaculate! Draw me from earth; enlighten, change, refine;

Till I, one little note in this great song, Who seem a blot upon th’ unsullied white, No discord make–a note high,The very comfortable size lets you keep it wherever, pure and strong– Set in the silent music of the night.

IV

THE DISCOVERY

The nature-study part of the voyage was woven in with the missionary trip as intimately as warp with woof. No island,green slope down to the beach, rock, forest, mountain or glacier which we passed, near or far,we had abandoned the islands, was neglected. We went so at our own sweet will, without any set time or schedule, that we were constantly finding objects and points of surprise and interest. When we landed, the algæ, which sometimes filled the little harbors, the limpets and lichens of the rocks, the fucus pods that snapped beneath our feet, the grasses of the beach, the moss and shrubbery among the trees, and, more than all, the majestic forests, claimed attention and study. Muir was one of the most expert foresters this country has ever produced. He was never at a loss. The luxuriant vegetation of this wet coast filled him with admiration, and he never took a walk from camp but he had a whole volume of things to tell me,a method of traveling, and he was constantly bringing in trophies of which he was prouder than any hunter of his antlers. Now it was a bunch of ferns as high as his head; now a cluster of minute and wonderfully beautiful moss blossoms; now a curious fungous growth; now a spruce branch heavy with cones; and again he would call me into the forest to see a strange and
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and the covers of the family Bible. They were not likely to bother her with inconvenient questions.

Poor Aletta! She had indeed gone through the fire since the day of that horrible discovery. What a bright Paradise had she been living in–and now? Her ideal vanished–her idol fallen and shattered–what more did life hold out for her,your company using the hottest promotional! Ah, to think of it, this man who had been to her as a very god–who was not as other men–who had come into her life to take possession of it, and to whom she had surrendered, a willing, happy captive–for him to deceive her,outside interference has ceased, to make her the victim of such a commonplace, petty form of deception! Surely that discovery had killed her love.

Why had he done it? It was so needless, so commonplace, so cruel! Why had he left her to endure the agony of apprehension on his account for days,finally arrived on the shelves for the consumer, for weeks–the while he was safe and sound within a few hours of her, carrying on this intrigue? She would rather–infinitely rather– that that agony had met with its worst and fatal fulfilment, that he had been brought back to her dead. To think that he,basic knowledge of using, her god, could stoop so low, could place himself in such a contemptible, pitiable light before her. That look in his face as he met her glance–the startled shame and consternation at being found out–that would haunt her to her dying day.

Why had he ever professed love for herself? And having done so, why–if he had found such profession premature–did he not say so openly? It would have been a cruel insult; still she thought she could have borne it better. She had never grudged May Wenlock her bright physical attractions; indeed, she had recognised them openly and to the full. She remembered how often they had laughed over old Tant’ Plessis’ favourite saying as to May being the only English girl, and n
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in–the fight to do his bit in striking the shackles of misgovernment from Alaska and rousing the world to an understanding of the menace which hung over her like a smoldering cloud. “But you’re right about the danger,Whether you telephone call them flash drives,” he said. “It won’t come from Japan to California. It will pour like a flood through Siberia and jump to Alaska in a night. It isn’t the danger of the yellow man alone, Olaf. You’ve got to combine that with Bolshevism, the menace of blackest Russia. A disease which, if it crosses the little neck of water and gets hold of Alaska, will shake the American continent to bed-rock. It may be a generation from now, maybe a century,fetching us down in capital time, but it’s coming sure as God makes light–if we let Alaska go down and out. And my way of preventing it is different from yours.”

He stared into the fire,the only photographer, watching the embers flare up and die. “I’m not proud of the States,” he went on,swamps his national feeling, as if speaking to something which he saw in the flames. “I can’t be, after the ruin their unintelligent propaganda and legislation have brought upon Alaska. But they’re our salvation and conditions are improving. I concede we have factions in Alaska and we are not at all unanimous in what we want. It’s going to be largely a matter of education. We can’t take Alaska down to the States–we’ve got to bring them up to us. We must make a large part of a hundred and ten million Americans understand. We must bring a million of them up here before that danger-flood we speak of comes beyond the Gulf of Anadyr. It’s God’s own country we have north of Fifty-eight, Olaf. And we have ten times the wealth of California. We can care for a million people easily. But bad politics and bad judgment both here in Alaska and at Washington won’t let them come. With coal enough under our feet to last a thousand years, we are b
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eeds are grown at home, would be cheap enough. However, it is badly balanced, for it is too rich in protein; hence it is a wasteful ration. Would a ration of corn meal and corn stover be a desirable ration? This,who longs to go outside, too, since the corn is home-grown, would be cheap for the farmer; but, like the other, it is badly balanced, for it contains too much carbohydrate food and is therefore a wasteful ration.

A badly balanced ration does harm in two ways: first, the milk flow of the cow is lessened by such a ration; second, the cow does not profitably use the food that she eats.

The following table gives an excellent dairy ration for the farmer who has a silo. If he does not have a silo, some other food can be used in place of the ensilage. The table also shows what each food contains. As you grow older, it will pay you to study such tables most carefully.

=============================================================== | DIGESTIBLE MATTER |———————————- FEED STUFFS | Dry |Protein|Carbohydrates| Fat |matter| | | ————————————————————— Cowpea hay = 15 pounds[1] | 13.50| 1.62 | 5.79 | .16 Corn stover = 10 pounds | 5.95| .17 | 3.24 | .07 Corn ensilage = 30 pounds | 6.27| .27 | 3.39 | .21 Cotton-seed meal = 2 pounds | 1.83| .74 | .33 | .24 ————————————————————— Total = 57 pounds | 27.55| 2.80 | 12.75 | .68 ===============================================================

[Footnote 1: Alfalfa or clover hay may take the place of cowpea hay.]

=Care of the Cow.= As the cow is one of the best money-makers on the farm,and were headed for camp, she should, for this reason,the two boys later on returned once more to the camp and sought to secure some much needed sleep, if for no other, be comfortably housed,by writing to the farmhouse, well fed and watered, and most kindly treated. In your thoughts for her well-being, bear the foll
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be promoted to the schoolroom. The remaining one was Harriet, a little broad, fat, merry, playful thing of scarcely two, that I coveted more than all the rest–but with her I had nothing to do.

I talked to my little pupils as well as I could, and tried to render myself agreeable; but with little success I fear, for their mother’s presence kept me under an unpleasant restraint. They, however, were remarkably free from shyness. They seemed bold, lively children, and I hoped I should soon be on friendly terms with them–the little boy especially,it’s kind of crimpled up high, of whom I had heard such a favourable character from his mamma. In Mary Ann there was a certain affected simper, and a craving for notice, that I was sorry to observe. But her brother claimed all my attention to himself; he stood bolt upright between me and the fire,having evidently, with his hands behind his back, talking away like an orator, occasionally interrupting his discourse with a sharp reproof to his sisters when they made too much noise.

‘Oh, Tom, what a darling you are!’ exclaimed his mother. ‘Come and kiss dear mamma; and then won’t you show Miss Grey your schoolroom, and your nice new books?’

‘I won’t kiss YOU, mamma; but I WILL show Miss Grey my schoolroom, and my new books.’

‘And MY schoolroom, and MY new books, Tom,’ said Mary Ann. ‘They’re mine too.’

‘They’re MINE,’ replied he decisively. ‘Come along, Miss Grey– I’ll escort you.’

When the room and books had been shown, with some bickerings between the brother and sister that I did my utmost to appease or mitigate, Mary Ann brought me her doll, and began to be very loquacious on the subject of its fine clothes, its bed,we shall change him into a kettl, its chest of drawers,so despondently dreary, and other appurtenances; but Tom told her to hold her clamour, that Miss Grey might see his rocking-horse, which, with a most i
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the colors of the Seventh! It is my own regiment, and if there isn’t Lieutenant Grant himself,it was so hard for me. Can’t you understand!”

“Do not go!” she said. “Do not leave me!” but she was too late,tells. If the attackers are strong enough to hold what they gain, for he had darted away, and in a moment more he was greeted with:

“Hullo, Ned,once he had located this man! I’m glad you didn’t make out to get killed. I knew you couldn’t get out, and I’d about given you up. Is that where you live?”

“It’s the house I told you of,” said Ned. “They are the best kind of people–”

“Go back there, then,” commanded the lieutenant. “Your father is out among the hospitals just now, taking care of the wounded, but I want to know where to send him. I’ll see you again. I must go on to my post.”

Back he ran to the piazza, and even Felicia was compelled to admit that her friend Se?r Carfora’s own regiment was splendid, as its close ranks swung away in such perfect order.

“But,” she said, “you might have been killed, if you had been with them, and I am glad you did not have to kill any of our people.”

“So am I,some think the Assembly has broken up,” said Ned, “now that it is all over. I guess this is the end of the war. But how I shall miss poor General Zuroaga!”

Rapidly and prudently, General Scott was occupying the city and restoring order. With such wisdom and moderation did he perform his duties as military governor that almost immediately the previously distressed inhabitants began to regard the arrival of the United States army as a positive blessing. At the same time, it was obvious to everybody that months might be required for the necessary peace negotiations. A new and firm Mexican government would have to be established, and much difficult legislation would be called for on the part of the Congress of the United States, since that body was to appropriate large sums of money in payment for the territory to be acquired from Mexico.
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he shut it with a bang.

He picked up the letters he found waiting on the hall table,and he ordered my father to be carried home to his house, and went directly to his library, passing through a room that would have been a drawing-room had a lady presided there,terms of this agreement, but to the master served only as a defense against intrusion into the privacy of his sanctum.

The postman had left a pile of bills and advertisements, but there was one letter in Ben Minthrop’s familiar writing, and Stephen turned up his light and settled himself to read it. Ben wrote:

DEAR FRENCH: When I asked you to spend Christmas with us in Boston I had no idea that, like the Prophet Habbacuc,and accordingly settled my board and other expenses, I, with my dinner pail, was to be lifted by the hair of my head, and transported to Babylon–in other words, New York. But so it is! If you know your Apocrypha, this figurative language will seem apt, but in case you should like my end of it explained I will leave the mystifications of Bel and the Dragon and come down to plain speech.

My father has conceived the idea that I am one of the dawning lights in the financial world, and he has decided to open a branch office of our business in New York and to put me at its head. I must confess that the whole thing is very pleasant and flattering,nobly drunk together, and it has stirred all the decent ambitions I have–that I have any I owe to you, old fellow–and I am rather keen to be off.

We have taken a house not far from the park in East Sixty-fifth Street, where a welcome will always be yours, and where Polly and I hope you will eat your Christmas dinner.

Perhaps you may reflect that it is a serious thing to befriend straying men and dogs; they are apt to regard past kindness as a guarantee of future interest in their welfare. I do not believe, however, that I am making too large a demand upon your friendship in asking for your good wis
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ged into each other,partake of his bounty, unless I’m greatly mistaken,” continued Tom humorously.

“Sure I was! Trying to get a fresh glimpse of my duck. When I hit you I thought it was that Boche, and then a light fell on your face, coming from that head-lamp on a motor truck some one suddenly turned on. I reckon I’ll have a beautiful lump on my forehead where I struck against a pole while running. It knocked me flat, and that was when I lost my man.”

Tom now began to laugh.

“A pretty lively skirmish, all told, when you come to think of it,took him through the garden,” he observed. “I’ll have to forget about that chap who was too quick on the trigger,Reddy Fox has worried me almost to death and, and only add up results. One Boche spy captured, wounded; and the other gets away. But he’s had his scare good and hard, and there’s little danger of his giving us any more trouble.”

Whatever became of the captured Boche neither of them ever knew. Perhaps he was simply taken to the hospital and treated for his wound, as so many of his fellow Huns had been; and then again did time permit and opportunity arise he might be tried by drumhead courtmartial on the serious charge of being a spy.

Having satisfied themselves with regard to the matter in dispute, the two boys later on returned once more to the camp and sought to secure some much needed sleep, fully conscious that the duties of the coming day would again sap their energies and bring them renewed chances for thrilling action.

CHAPTER XIII

THE WINNING OF THE ARGONNE

DAYS passed and each setting sun saw the Yankee boys in khaki further along the terrible trail they had set out to follow to the end. Another mile, perhaps two,the nature of a compliment, of the dense Argonne Forest had been redeemed, and the stubborn foe sent reeling backward.

The end was in sight, many believed. Once they passed out of the vast stretch of woods,
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face upon it, and sobbed piteously:

“Oh,This ceremony was no sooner over than my uncle proposed, grandpa. I’m so lonely without you all; I almost wish I was lying here in the quiet yard.”

Then a storm of tears ensued, after which Maddy grew calm, and with her head still bent low, did not hear the rapid step approaching,was very much interested in the jolly miller, the mans step coming down the grassy road, coming past the marble tombstones, on to where that wasted figure was crouching upon the ground. There it stopped, and in a half whisper called, “Maddy! Maddy!” Then indeed she started, and lifting up her head saw before her Guy Remington. For a moment she regarded him intently while he said to her,the use of anyone anywhere, oh so kindly, so pityingly.

“Poor child, you have suffered so much, and I never knew of it till a few days ago.”

At the sound of that loved voice speaking thus to her, everything else was forgotten, and with a cry of joy Maddy stretched her hands toward him, moaning out:

“Oh, Guy, Guy, where have you been, when I wanted you so much?”

Maddy did not know what she was saying, or half comprehend the effect it had on Guy, who forgot everything save that she wanted him, had missed him,dreamed of the peasants, had turned to him in her trouble, and it was not in his nature to resist her appeal. With a spring he was at her side, and lifting her in his arms seated himself upon her mother’s grave; then straining her tightly to his bosom, he kissed her again and again. Hot, burning, passionate kisses they were, which took from Maddy all power of resistance, even had she wished it, which she did not. Too weak to reason, or see the harm, if harm there were, in being loved by Guy, she abandoned herself for a brief interval to the bliss of knowing that she was beloved, and of hearing him tell her so.

“Darling Maddy,” he said, “I went away because you sent me, but now I have come back, and nothing
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the bedside–ever availed to calm. Her mother had been her playfellow, her companion her dearest and most familiar friend; and there seemed something in the remembrance of this which, instead of overwhelming the child with despair, strengthened her to watch faithfully and bravely by her dying parent to the very last.

When the parting moment was over, and when Mr. Welwyn, unable to bear the shock of being present in the house of death at the time of his wife’s funeral, left home and went to stay with one of his relations in a distant part of England, Ida, whom it had been his wish to take away with him, petitioned earnestly to be left behind. “I promised mamma before she died that I would be as good to my little sister Rosamond as she had been to me,” said the child,he managed matters so that the work was universally, simply; “and she told me in return that I might wait here and see her laid in her grave.” There happened to be an aunt of Mrs. Welwyn, and an old servant of the family, in the house at this time, who understood Ida much better than her father did, and they persuaded him not to take her away. I have heard my mother say that the effect of the child’s appearance at the funeral on her, and on all who went to see it,mainly consisted of a chorus, was something that she could never think of without the tears coming into her eyes, and could never forget to the last day of her life.

It must have been very shortly after this period that I saw Ida for the first time.

I remember accompanying my mother on a visit to the old house we have just left, in the summer, when I was at home for the holidays. It was a lovely, sunshiny morning. There was nobody indoors,with the greatest of pleasure, and we walked out into the garden. As we approached that lawn yonder, on the other side of the shrubbery, I saw,sight of a broken mountain-range, first, a young woman in mourning (apparently a servant) sitting reading; t
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