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Spiritr W 76 an Wpspiration J to the Youth of the Land By CHLOE ARNOLD. It happened'rather oddly that the day .Bill Cumming went away I discovered the monument. After all, that day was quite like a Barrie play: so humorous, and pathetically sweet that it left one feeling like laughing and crying at the same time. Bill. was the first boy from Ridgefield to enlist in 191*7, when his country called oh her sons, and he was going Into camp at Niantic, Conn. In an American household' from Scotland, ' such as this is, of course the “meenister” came to supper that Sunday night. That was as inevitable as quo« tations from Burns’poems at table, for ‘ Burns is a hero here, just as Roosevelt and Joffr? are. Everybody talked a great deal and ate little. The minister told of how a descendant of Hannah Dutton, that heroine dear to the hearts of all young readers of history, had helped serve meals in a Rhode Island summer hotel. where he had spent his vacation. Bill talked about automobiles. Then the time came for him to go. He had said beforehand that he wanted to take hisrf bag to the station alone. He had seen the departure of his company from the Bridgeport armory the day before, and he saw that a farewell cannot be too quiet. Just as he went off the veranda the minister took his hand. “God bless you. Bill,” he said, very low, but we all heard it And It made the moment a little more solemn than we could have liked. There was a mist in Bill’s eyes for a moment. But nobody noticed that any more than they did how his mother went into the house very suddenly. However, those who understand will understand all about how this was. Just then I set out for the post office. For those who love rustic air and the mild monotony of the night Insects’ songs few walks afford more quiet delight than the saunter down for the evening mail. It is a broad thoroughfare arched with maples whose leaves are silver in the moonlight. You may meet some townsman vpu know,, perhaps, a driver of some automobilej and he will pass with you a staccato greeting. Smooth, flowing conversation seems somehow out of place at this time of day. / % BOUT two hundred yards from the Danbury road, ,vhich turns abruptly from the main street in Ridgefield and winds among the hills out of sight, the monument has been erected. It stands so unobtrusively by the roadside that the village folk who pass it every day would hardly have noticed it; w-iereas those who pass in their long, steady journeyings to the mountains by motor would never dream that the little hillock was once the scene of a bloody battle. The monument is Inserted in an old gray stone fence which was put in place by the patient hands of the colonists in the stern old times. And it stiy-dily defends Intruders from its in-

closure to this day. The carved let ters seemed to stand out more on this particular Sunday evening, and I read :

In Defense of American Independence at the Battle of Ridgefield, April 27, 1777, Died EIGHT PATRIOTS who were laid in these grounds Companioned by SIXTEEN BRITISH SOLDIERS, Living their enemies, dying their gues'.s. In Honour of Service and Sacrifice, This Memorial is Placed For the Strengthening of Hearts

Untll five years ago the battle of Ridgefield was unmarked and existed only on one of the seldom-looked-at. pages in the histories, though the ancient and well-conditioned hickory tree designated the graves. And by it Miss Mary Olcott reckoned where to place the monument. When this battle was fought most of the men of military age were away with Washington, and other generals. They had no home guard such as parade in full rig about the station grounds of a Friday afternoon. Indeed some historians say that most of the six hundred were men seeking adventure under Benedict Arnold. For he was then a popular hero, and he directed the principal defense against the British. No one has ever known the names of the Eight Patriots. And perhaps some English mother in 1777 wondered at just what spot in the wilderness somewhere In America they had buried her boy. The British were all buried in one grave; the Americans in another. The tablet pays equal honor to each. And it is placed only “For the Strengthening of Hearts.” On that Sunday morning in April, 1777, the colonists, needed some definite sign of success in their struggle with the enemy and with the stubborn wilderness from which they had to hew their homes. Indeed it was but three years afterward that Washington was inquiring whom he could trust. > I OVERNOR TRYON, who for personal reasons had no love for the “rough” dragoons of Connecticut, was chosen to lead the British expedition against Danbury. He knew the country, and he still remembered how the Connecticut troops had upset the type for his paper all over the streets of New York. So with 2,000 men he disembarked from the 27 ships the British sent to Compo beach, near Westport, and went off to Danbury, where the colonists had collected their supplies. While Tryon was passing through Redding (where Mark Twain’s house still stands) he shot up a church by way of something to do. But when he met Arnold in Ridgefield he was not hard put to it for pastime for a while at least. The British had 2,000 men, the Americans but 600, but Arnold’s men held out against them and they could not get through until they sent General Agnew around with 200 men and attacked the Americans from the rear. Arnold gave orders to his men to retreat. Aided by Geqpral Bell, he fought on until his horse was shot. His foot became entangled in the stirrup and a Tory rushed up. “You are my. prisoner!” he yelled. “Not yet,” Arnold said. He shot the mam dead, remarking that one live soldier was worth ten dead ones. He then ran to Israel Putnam’s camp, now Putnam park, twelve miles away, after Astonishing the British by his reckless courage. The British marched on up the village streets, which are now as they were then. But the wounded of both sides were taken into Miss Sarah Stebbins’ house and tenderly cared for. Her house stood near where Miss Mary Olcott’s does now, and the old buttery door, pierced by many shots and a cannon ball, is at the Olcott house. The roldiers who died on the

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field or of their wounds were the ones to whom the stone Vvas raised. Tryon knew that lie was not popular with the most of /the Ridgefield villagers, so he plundered a good many of them, taking everything they had, and they had to appeal to the general assembly for help. His men also burned the Keeler grist mill and set fire to several houses. In that daj’ the old Keeler tavern was the favorite inn on the way to Boston. Tryon heard, moreover, that the patriots were making ammunition In It. So he mounted his guns In the Episcopal church and fired at the tavern. v I OR a while it fared ill with the H tavern; but, as Innkeeper Keeler said latgr, it was saved by the grace of God and the strong north wind. A Tory’s house stood directly south of it, which commenced to burn merrily. This man got Tryon’s permission to put out the fire, but when he told Keeler whom he could thank for saving his house Keeler attributed his good fortune to other sources. Just as the cannon balls commenced to fly gayly through the tavern a man was Coming downstairs. He howled that he was a dead man; that he was killed. But like all who make such spirited declarations of their death he was unhurt and ran away to hide with the rest. For a long time after 1777 the Keeler tavern was kept and continued in favor with travelers. Washington and Lafayette are supposed to have stayed there, though there is nothing to prove It. However, for one old house it has distinction enough, for certainly Pickering, Comte de Rochambeau, due de Laucun-Blron, Oliver Wolcott and Lieutenant Governor Treadwell, also Jerome Bonaparte, did enjoy its hospitality. Altogether the old tavern’s fortunes are enviable. For It Is now where Cass Gilbert, the architect, spends his summers. It is called “Cannon Ball house,” and the main part is unchanged, even to the partition on the second floor which they used to put up to make a large ballroom. A wing is added in the rear and a fountain from Gilbert’s hand makes more beautiful the end of that fine old street. SONG FOR LEXINGTON The spring came earlier on Than usual that year; The shadiest snow was goiie, The slowest brook was clear, And warming in the sun Shy flowers began to peer. ’Twas more like middle May, The earth so seemed to thrive, That Nineteenth April day Os Seventeen Seventy-five; Winter was well away, New England was alive! Alive and sternly glad! Her doubts were with the snow; Her courage, long forbade, Ran full to overflow; And every hope she had Began to bud and grow. She rose betimes that morn, For there was work to do; A planting, not of corn, Os what she hardly knew— Blessings for men unborn; And well she did it, too! With open hand she stood, And sowed for all the years, And watered it with blood, And watered it with tears, The seed of quickened food For both the hemispheres. This was the planting done That April morn of fame; Honor to every one To that seed-field that camel Honor to Lexington, Our first immortal name. —-Robert Kelley Weeks. .

15he Mystery of Hartley House Copyright by George H. Doran Co. ”

ISOBEL! Synopsis.--Dr. John Michelson, just beginning his career, becomes resident physician and companion of Homer Sidney at Hartley house. Mr. Sidney is an American, a semiinvalid, old and rich and very desirous to live. Mrs. Sidney is*- a Spanish woman, dignified and Reticent. Jed, the butler, acts like a privileged member of the family.. Hartley house Is a fine old Isolated country place, with a murder story, a "haunted pool,'’ and many watchdogs, and an atmosphere of mystery. The “haunted pool” is where Richard Dobson, son of a former owner of Hartley house, had killed his Arthur Dobson. Jed begins operations by locking the doctor in his room the very first night.

CHAPTER 11. —2— That evening T had dinner with Mrs. Sidney and her daughter Isohel. I had been in the house twenty-four hours ahd did not know there was a daughter until dinner brought the three of us together. Mrs. Sidney) was Spanish. She was a lovely woman, gracious and charming. but I thought there was a great deal of steel Hidden in her disposition. She did not seem to ask that life be soft or to expect to find it so. She had a Roman dignity of self respect which did not) I could be sure, permit moaning. It would not have taxed, any one’s perceptions ,to recognize in Mrs. Sidney a human being living an extraordinary life. The fact was so apparent that it seemed a part of her personality. >-■.’■ It must be [remembered that I had come to Hartley house' prepared for abnormalities. There was first, the man with the wonderful will to live which had interested Dr. Brownell. There was the alien beauty of the house, the strange servant Jed, the haunted pool—insignificant as it was, to a rational feeing— the lovely woman who was so apparently a tragic figure. There was the fact of my being locked in my room the first night. There were the forfeidding defences of the place—walls, dogs and keepers. Ijuay be excused taking a fanciful view of my new surroundings. Then there was Miss Sidney—lsobel. She came into the dining room an unexpected if not astonishing phenomenon to me, who did not know; that there was a daughter in the family. Mrs. Sidney] presented me. “How do you do?” said Miss Sidney, and she seemed to find it tiresome that a stranger had taken a place at the table. Jed served |us,- and > the dinner was excellent. Although the ladies had only a glass or. sherry each, I was offered a variety of liquors. My habit is abstemious [except upon rare occasions, but I Zas so embarrassed by Miss Sidney’s boredom that I took two glasses of champagne, and they made me a more tolerable dinner companion. It was some champagne stimulated remark on feminism which caused Miss Sidney to stare at me as if I were an animal which, being smooth skinned, suddenly had grown a coat of fur. She stared for an instant and then laughed. She was quite frank. She had been borqd; she had become interested. I cbuld see that she distressed her mother. Mrs. Sidney, any one could know, held to conventions as the salvation of life; Miss Sidney did not, Isobel Sidney was a very attractive girl. I guessed her age to be twentythree. I also guessed that candor and honesty were outstanding points in her disposition. Her youth arid her beauty were magnetic, and I must confess that my romanticism was touched instantly. I had seen jusr enough of Mr. Sidney to understand how this girl could be the daughter of Mrs. Sidney. By the time dinner was over we had found a pleasant agreement in ideas and taste. I whs in an ecstacy, full of the sensation which comes to a diffident man, unaccustomed to women, when he dares to think for the first

She Seemed to Find It Tiresome That a Stranger Had Taken a Place at the Table. time that he has been Interesting to a young and beautiful girl. It is one of the Elysian emotions; We grow old and bald, and are adventures dismissed from our lives. We know we do not interest them. We do not think of interesting them. We become pantalooned lay-figures too scared of scandal or too confirmed in propriety to break out of the narrowed way. There is an age which comes to a man, » condition in which he finds himself,

ito which he submits If he have any I I morals, and when it comes and when [ he submits, the gates are closed upon ] fanciful, romantic adventures. If he ] has been fortunate, he is content. He I sits at the west window, and his prospect is the sunset. He no longer asks the great question of youth : “Could I make that girl like me?” To me, after that first dinner with Mrs. Sidney and her daughter, the ecstacy was a romantic folly. Isobel had captured me, my sense, my rationality, my judgment, my mind, fancy and emotions. Beauty and youth alone are enough to do this for an imagina- [ tive young man, and when attractive l aspects of character are back of beauty [ and youth, and when the young man ] looks forward to a probability of that I conquering circumstance, propinquity, ] he may be excused if his feet lightly ; touch the floor. I was captured and ] knew it after that .first dinner—knew it, and both loved and dreaded it. I was about to make a tool of myself and be aZonce a happy and a miserable fool. In the exalted state of egoistic emotions which I have outlined, I went to ■ Mr. Sidney’s room after dinner and sat Ip4<h him for two hours. I began to [appreciate how charmingly his life was I decorated. A really rare Subtlety of i art was used to bring a warm color into this indomitable but feeble man’s winter of life. I did not fully appreciate until later what thought and care lay behind the unstudied comforts and sensations Hartley house offered. Mr. Sidney was white haired and I very gracious. His manner was a warm cordiality. It was not precise. It was robust, but it was benignant. Later I saw how his presence pervaded the place. We had a cheerful talk. IVhat he said suggested to me that my world could not have been more than a hundred years old at the most, and that his included the period of inorganic evolution in which the period of organic evolution is but a pin prick. Youth is startled by such conceptions of life, but I had an interesting evening. Before I said good night, Jed came in with two bottles of wine. He stood and looked at me unpleasantly. I arose to go, and Mr. Sidney said: “I think we shall like each other. At least, I hope you will be comfortable, even happy. And don’t be distressed about the wine. I don’t drink it any more. Jed drinks it, and I enjoy seeing him do it." « * » ♦ ♦ * * • A whippoorwill was reiterant in the woods at night, and its call came from dark recesses odorous and mysteriously veiled. Having said good night to Mr. Sidney, I had gone to my room with a book from the library. The night was fresh, sweet-smelling and cool. I had read for several hours when I heard the cut bolt in my door thrown against the piece of metal which had been left in the socket. There was no transom above the door, and evidently the threshold kept light from appearing beneath it. I had been reading, as I said, for three hours at least, and whoever tried to bolt me an had good reason to think I was asleep. I knew who the person was. It was Jed. Knowing I was not locked in, I was undisturbed and continued reading. Shortly afterward I heard a woman’s voice in expostulation far down the hall. It arose abruptly to a sharp cry, and I had to lay aside my book and expose the fact that my door was not locked, a thing I bpd not wanted to do until the secret of its being locked could be discovered by revealing that It was not. I hurried out and down the hall. Jed had a woman by the wrist. Both of them saw me coming. She released herself from his relaxing grip by a quick jerk and ran. He stood until I came up. “What is the matter?” I asked. “What makes you think anything is the matter?” he asked. “Don’t take me for a fool,” I said. “That was Mrs. Sidney who screamed. You were holding her. It seems to me it needs an explanation.” “Who are you that you need an explanation?” said Jed. • “You are drunk again.” “I know I am. If that’s satisfactory to my employer, why should it bother you?” “I doubt that it is satisfactory to your employer that you should be making his wife scream at midnight. Look here: you’re a servant in this house. What have you to say for yourself ? I’m going to have an explanation of thisl” Jed had been surly and angry, but now he grinned. “All right,” he said, “but if you want to be decent about it, ask Mrs. Sidney first whether she .wants your help and your asking. That’s my advice, young fellow. And while we’re asking, how did you get out of your room? You’re not supposed to be out. We don’t want people in this house running around the halls at this time of night.” “I opened the door and came out Why shouldn’t I come out. I heard a scream and came.” He looked at me as if he were doubting himself. I think he was uncertain whether he had thrown the bolt or not It transpired later that I was right but for the time I was worried. When I went back to my room, I was restless, as one naturally would be, a stranger in so strange a house. It was impossible to sleep and difficult to read. I sat by the window and alternately dozen and read until day broke and the woodthrush began tp sing. Then, quieted, I went to bed and had two hours’ sleep. I thought it wise to speak to Mrs. Sidney about the incident of the night. She had seen me, she knew I had talked to Jed, she might or might not know

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] thpt I recognized her. I might add to ! her perplexities by speaking to her, ! but I might obtain an insight into mati ters which would enable me to act i discreetly and usefully. If I remained ignorant of motives prevailing in the house,. I might at any time blunder into a serious mistake. It seemed best to speak to Mrs. Sidney. I could see when I spoke to her, she hdd been greatly disturbed, but she wfes Roman. “It whs nothing serious qr important, doctor,” she said. “I’ll not say that it I was pleasant or that' I liked it, but it ) had no significance. Jed is a faithful I and invaluable servant. He has a vice ] for which he is not responsible. He [was a perfectly sober man when he ■ came to us. and if he isn’t now, it is ] our own fault. My husband corrupted I him without intending to do so. My ] husband, when he was well and strong, I loved to drink wine. He drank it in grfeat quantities and without any disturbance of his sobriety or good nature. It mellowed and at the time intensified life for him. He cannot use it now, on account of his health, but he enjoys seeing the use of it, and \\\ She Had Been Greatly Disturbed, but She Was Roman. Jed has been made the victim of Mr. Sidney’s vicarious enjoyment. Jed is not always considerate of his position when he is not sober, but he never is dangerous, not even when, like last night, he is exceedingly annoying.” I admired the lady’s resolution and fortitude, but I did not think sbb was telling the truth —not all of it. “Thlit was the first time anything of the kind ever occurred,” she said. “I am sorry it disturbed you. I met Jed in the hall. He was not sober, and he had a preposterous request to make. When he has spent such an evening with Mr. Sidney, he resents being aservant in the family. He wants to be accepted as a member fef- the family.” “I have had something to do with that,” I suggested. - "No douot it has inflamed his egotism to have you enter the.family. The situation with him is difficult. His pride was hurting him last night. He had lost all sense of proportion. He was like a child. He remonstrated with me: he was too important as Mr. Sidney’s crony to be merely our servant! It was only a drunken mood, but he forgot himself and grasped me by the wrist. I had been trying to control him and i restore his common sense. Then I feecame indignant, and you heard ffiy voice. I am afraid it was shrill, but I was not alarmed. I was merely indignant.” “You speak of Jed, Mrs. Sidney,” I said, “as if he were merely an annoying alcoholic, tolerated when he Is annoying, because of his general usefulness but that does not explain why he tries to lock me in my room while he is sober and before these disturbances begin. That shows design and intent to have a free hand when he makes the disturbance. I do not like being locked In my room.” “It is outrageous,” said the lady nervously. “I did not know that it was done. I shall see that it is not repeated.” , - “I am not so sure you can,” I said, “and I wish you would not try. I have protected myself against it, and I’d rather Jed did not give me any more thought than he thinks is necessary now." “I am sure, doctor,” said Mrs. Sidney, “that you will understand Jed and the situation better when you have been here longer. It may be annoying to you now, but we all here live for the pleasure and comfort of Mr. Sidney, who is worthy of all we can do for him. He did everything he could for us while he was active, and if thoughts would benefit us, he would be working for us now.” Mrs. Sidney was determined to protect the secret of the situation, and I had no right to cross examine her. The next time I went to town I bought myself a forty-five caliber pistol. • «*««»** Although I was prepared for recurrent disturbances, there w r ere none. Within a week I had found my way into a pleasant routine. Jed seemed to be conscious that he had overstepped his bounds. He was not apparently contrite, but he was cautious. A week was without incident. Then Miss Sidney went away to make a visit. Her absence was a spiritual disaster. Ecstatic and morose youth 1 The beauty of Hartley house became a hollow and . dark melancholy, making sad sounds. Vibrant life had gone from it Its perfume was lost I cannot now tell quite what It was

J that made Hartley house, a place eo j comfortable and genial, at the same j time a place so threatened. The threat I could not be Ignored: it was there. The [ story of the ghost at the haunted pool [ could have nothing to do with it. The i threat had tangible aspects. Mrs. Sid- | ney’s worry, unspoken but graven in her resolutely Roman face, was one evidence. The extraordinary behavior of Jed was another. The atmosphere of the place was one of mystery. During the pleasant, peaceful, odorous summer months, when our life was one of undisturbed routine, I never es« I caped the sense of dread. I hoped the intangible would take shape; surely something intangible that would be embodied, hung over the house. I may not be able to make this certainty appear so vividly to you as it did to me. It permeated; it was in the atmosphere; it hung over the woods it filled the house. It came with the odors of blossoms; it was expressed in the summer winds; it was threatened in the lightning which flashed over the river. I could not reconcile this effect to such a cause as that feeble ghost story of the pool. I could not dread that ghost or feel its presence. It was a benevolent ghost needed for decoration. I asked the people of the house, the servants, and found that for them it was largely a superstition. They all had been brought from the city, and only a few, such as Jed, a gardener, the housekeeper and the cook had been long enough in the house really to be associated with it. Jed was the only one that willingly would be in the vicinity of the pool at night. The others might laugh at the suggestion of terror, but they would not willingly test their superiority to superstition. If they had been really i frightened, they could not have been | kept in service. They were not. The ] place was large, comfortably inhabited ■ and genial. There was a touch ol [dread at one spot. avoided the 1 spot, and it was negligible so long as j they did avoid it. In the small town of Hartley there was more of the legend than there was lat Hartley house. To the people who I lived at a distance and came in cobtact With the place only on occasions. lit had an alien, exotic air. Mr. and I Mrs. Sidney had come from South I America, from Montevideo, where they [ had lived many years. The circum- | stances of their selection and purchase I of the place .were normal, but the vllI lagers spiced a great deal of gossip ! with notions of the alienism, wealth, ] aloofness and odd habits, concerning i which gossip ran f|rom our servants to | the Hartley householders. I have mentioned that my first morning at Hartley house a gardener asked me to see one of his children, which had a bad cough. The man had a good deal of sickness in his family in the next few months, and I was of considerable service. “I shall not hesitate to kill I you.” (.TO BE CONTINUED.) SAVAGES WORE BODY ARMOR Gilbert Islanders Used That Form of Protection, but It Was Limited to Leaders. Only one tribe in the South Pacific islands ever rose to the height* of inventing armor to be used in their warfare. But even this tribe, the Gilbert islanders, turned out only a few suits, owing to the work entailed in the ! manufacture. Francis Dickie says, in the Scientific American, that the suits were limited in number, and that every village was the proud possessor of one. At the outbreak of a conflict between villages, not all the inhabitants went to war, but the most doughty warrior was dressed in the village armor and sent against the champion of the rival place. The brown-colored fabric covering the body and legs, which formed the Gilberts’ armor, was made out of coir string taken from the husk of the coconut, so closely woven as to make a protection stronger than board, and having greater lightness to recommend It. A further breastplate, invulnerable to any native weapon, was made from the dried skin of the stingaree, or ray fish, which dried as hhrd as metal. In the last few years peace has settled over the Gilberts and the armor has ceased to be manufactured. The few suits in existence have all been seized by collectors of rare articles. Diamond Thieves Easily Detected. Diamond stealing in the South Arfrican mines is becoming precariousbusiness. The blacks still swallow them or hide them in self-inflicted wounds, but these methods no longer suffice. Coolidge X-ray tubes are so mounted in a frame as to illuminate the whole body of the stripped native standing before them. The. entire body of the hundreds of miners can thus be brought into view in the fluoroscope in a few seconds, and any diamond present. even if behind thick bones, is quickly detected. The glow of the diamond under the X-rays, as* well as Its dense opaqueness, aids in detection, it is said. ,» Shakespeare as Poacher. In the description of the amenities of the Shakespeare hotel, Stratford-on-Avon, which was recently put up at auction, the story is revived that Shakespeare came before Sir Thomas Lucy on a charge t of stealing deer from Charlcote park. The charge is open to the comment that in the time of Elizabeth there was no deer park at Charlcote. To this it Is retorted that deer were to be found in many parks not described as deer parks. As to all which it may be suggested that Shakespeare may have been brought before Lucy for stealing any deer within his jurisdiction. Safeguarding the Goat. In Switzerland the goat Is placed ahead of all other animals. If a bdy plagues a goat he can be fined and sent to prison. If a person meets a goat on a path and drives him aside ’ he can be arrested. If a goat’ enters the yard of a person not his owner, and Is hit, the person guilty must pay a fine.