THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES 
 
 GIFT OF 
 Mrs. Hugh G. Dick 
 

 
 TEN TIMES ONE 
 IS TEN: 
 
 THE POSSIBLE REFORMATION, 
 
 Jn Ctoo Parts. 
 
 BY 
 COL. FREDERIC INGHAM. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
 LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. 
 1904.
 
 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by 
 
 ROBERTS BROTHERS, 
 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 
 
 Copyright, 1S83, 
 BY ROBERTS BROTHERS. 
 
 UNIVERSITY PRESS: 
 JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 nPHIS little book would never have been writ 
 ten, I suppose, but for the persuasion of 
 my kind friend, the late Dr. WAYLAND, the Presi 
 dent of Brown University. It is nearly fifteen 
 years ago that I told him the plan of this story, 
 if it may be called a story, expressing the wish 
 that some of the masters would undertake to 
 illustrate the lessons involved in it. Every one 
 who knew him and how many there are who 
 knew him enough to love him ! will remember 
 how practical and how personal was every notion 
 of the religious life, of Christian labor, and of 
 missionary triumph, in his mind. What he 
 thought the practical and personal character of 
 my little sketch pleased him ; and he was kind 
 enough to urge me once and again to enlarge it, 
 and to print it. I think it is because he wished 
 it, that I have tried to do so. 
 
 5000895
 
 VI PREFACE. 
 
 There are hundreds of people who know that 
 the character of HARRY WADSWORTH and his 
 unselfish influence are studied from the life 
 
 T dedicate the book to those who knew him 
 and loved him. 
 
 EDWARD E. HALE. 
 
 BOOTH CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, 
 BOSTON, Sept. 17, 1870-
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Jirst Part. 
 THE STORY. 
 
 CHAP. PAGE 
 
 I. WHAT BEGAN IT 9 
 
 II. THREE YEARS AFTER 28 
 
 III. TEN TIMES A HUNDRED 46 
 
 IV. TEN TIMES A THOUSAND 78 
 
 V. EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, AND THE ISLES OF 
 
 THE OCEAN 90 
 
 VI. TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND ... 97 
 
 VII. THE CoNFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND . 109 
 
 VIII. TEN TIMES TEN MILLION 118 
 
 IX. A THOUSAND MILLION . 130 
 
 Seconti Part. 
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY 157 
 
 STAND AND WAIT 203 
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH HELPERS 252 
 
 LOOK-UP LEGION 255 
 
 WELCOME AND CORRESPONDENCE CLUBS . . . 257 
 
 PIONEER LEGION WORK 259 
 
 A GIRLS' LEGION 260
 
 FIRST PART. 
 
 THE STORY.
 
 I 
 
 TEN TIMES ONE IS TttJN. 
 CHAPTER L 
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 
 
 [A talk in Calabria, after dress parade.] 
 
 SUPPOSE it was the strangest Club that 
 ever came into being. 
 
 There were these ten members I tell you ol. 
 And they have never met but this once, nor do 
 I believe they will ever meet again. 
 
 They met in the railroad station at North 
 Colchester, waiting for the express train. The 
 express train, if you happen to remember that 
 particular afternoon and evening, was five hours 
 and twenty minutes behind time. They knew 
 it was behind time, but they had nowhere else 
 to go, and it was then and there that the Chit 
 was formed. 
 
 For they had all come together at Harrj 
 Wadsworth's funeral. The most manly ano 
 most womanly fellow he, whom I ever knew
 
 10 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the merriest and the freshest, and the bravest 
 and the wisest; the most sympathizing when 
 people were sorry, and the most sympathizing 
 when they were glad. Thunder ! If I were at 
 home, and could just show you three or four of 
 Harry's yellow letters that lie there, then you 
 wou d know something about him. Simply, he 
 was the most spirited man who ever stumbled 
 over me ; he was possessed, and possessed with 
 a true spirit, that was what he was; and so 
 he had guns enough, and more than guns enough, 
 for any emergency. 
 
 And Harry Wadsworth had died. And from 
 north, and east, and south, we ten there had 
 come to the funeral. And we were waiting for 
 the train, as I said ; and that is the way the Club 
 was born. Then and there it had its first meet 
 ing, and, as I say, its last, most likely. 
 
 Bridget Corcoran may strictly be called the 
 founder of the Club, unless dear Harry himself 
 was. For Bridget Corcoran was the first person 
 that Baid any thing. I never can sit still very 
 long at a time at such places. And I had sat in 
 my chair by that overfilled stove, in that stifling 
 room, as long as I could stand it, and a good
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 11 
 
 deal longer, none of us saying any thing. Then 
 1 had gone out and walked the platform, brood 
 ing, till it seemed to me that any thing was bet 
 ter than walking the platform. Then I went in 
 again to find the air just as dead and stived and 
 insupportable as it was before. And this time 
 I left the door open and walked across to the 
 back window, which looked on a different wood 
 pile from the wood-pile the front window looked 
 upon. I need not say that the only variety in 
 our prospects was in our choice of wood-piles ; 
 but we could look at the ends of sticks, or at the 
 sides of them, as we preferred. 
 
 I walked to the back window, and began look 
 ing at the back wood-pile. 
 
 " You knew Mr. Wadsworth ? " said Bridget 
 Corcoran, timidly. And it was a comfort to 
 me. 
 
 " Knew him ! " said I ; " I did not know any 
 body else ! " 
 
 " I like to tell you about him then," said she, 
 with her pleasant Irish accent. " I like to teL 
 every one about him. For, save for him, I do 
 not know where I should be this day; and I 
 do know where my boy Will would be."
 
 12 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN 
 
 " How is that ?" I asked, roused up a little by 
 her sympathy. 
 
 " Will, sir, would be in the State's Prison save 
 for him you carried to the grave this day ; ana 
 for me, I think I should have died of a broken 
 heart. You know, your reverence, that in the 
 charge of the freight station, when he was first 
 appointed here, it was for him to say who should 
 have the chips, and who should not have them. 
 And he was so good as he always was as 
 to give me the second right in the wood-yard ; 
 Mary Morris always having the first, because 
 her husband, who is now switch-tender, lost his 
 arm in the great smash-up come Michaelmas 
 five years gone by. He gave me the second 
 right, I say; and though I say it who should 
 not, I never abused my privilege, and he knew 1 
 never did, your reverence, as how could I, when 
 he was always so kind, and often called me into 
 his office, and always spoke to me as kindly as 
 if I was a born lady, as indeed he was a born 
 gentleman." 
 
 Ah me! if I only could go on and tell 
 Bridget's story as she told it herself, with the 
 thousand pretty praises of dear Harry, you
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 13 
 
 would better understand what manner of man 
 he was, and how the Club was born. But there 
 is no time for that, and this was the story shortly 
 Harry saw one day that her eyes were red, as 
 she passed him, and he would not rest till he had 
 called her into the office and found why ; and 
 the why was, that her boy Will had " hooked 
 jack," as the youngster said, had played tru 
 ant, and had done it now for many weeks in 
 order, and had done it with the Tidd boys, and 
 the Donegans (sons of perdition as they always 
 seemed), and nothing Bridget could say or do 
 would put Will in any better way. Then was 
 it that Harry sent for the little rascal, " talked to 
 him," she said ; but I knew Harry well enough 
 to know what the talking was. He tcok the 
 boy up country with him one day, when he was 
 making a contract for some wood. Ii" stopped 
 a& they came back, at a trout stream, and bade 
 tht- little scamp try some of the best hooks from 
 hie book. He sent him home, after such a 
 glimpse of a decent boy's pleasures, as nobody 
 ever had shown poor Will before. He sent for 
 him the next day, and told him he wanted him 
 in the office. He dressed the child in new clothes
 
 14 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 from head to foot. He made him respect him 
 self, in forty ways you or I would never have 
 thought of. Before three weeks were gone, Will 
 was as lamed of his bad handwriting. Before 
 four weeks were gone, he was ashamed of his 
 old company; in a fortnight more, he was the 
 steadiest scholar in the " Commercial College " 
 of the place. Before three months were over, 
 he came to Harry with some lame duck of a 
 Tidd boy whom he had lured out of some quag 
 mire or other. And the upshot of it was, that 
 at this moment Will was as decent a boy as 
 there was in the county ; while, but for Harry, 
 he had as fair chance as any of them to be 
 hanged. 
 
 That, severely condensed, was Bridget Cor 
 coran's story. 
 
 Now, I have no idea of telling how Harry had 
 come to be the star of my worship, worship 
 which was not idolatry. Talking here at the 
 head of the regiment, how do I know who 
 might overhear me, and this is no story to get 
 into the newspapers. But, while I was reflect 
 ing that Harry had rescued poor Will from 
 one set of devils, and me from devils of quite
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 15 
 
 anotner color, Caroline Leslie looked up. She 
 had joined Bridget and me by the window. 
 
 " Do you mean the Caroline Leslie that gives 
 the bird the lump of sugar in Chalon's picture ? " 
 
 " Why, yes ! that same Caroline. Leslie. Did 
 you know her ? " She looked up. She thankee 
 Bridget very cordially. " I thank you ever sc 
 much for telling me that. It has comforted me 
 more than any thing to-day. Will you not 
 come and see me sometime in Worcester ? Yon 
 will find me in 907, Summer "Street. Let me 
 write it down for you." So Bridget was 
 pleased. And then Caroline got up and asked 
 me to walk, and took my arm, and we walked 
 the platform together; and she told me what 
 Harry had been to her. How, only three yeara 
 before, when he first came to Colchester, or to 
 that village, how her brother Edward brought 
 him home, and made her mother say he might 
 board there. How her mother said it was im 
 possible, but consented the moment she saw 
 Hany, when he only came in to tea. He v she, 
 Caroline, was a goose and a fool, and a dolt 
 and good-for-nothing, when he moved into that 
 aouse. And how the mere presence of that
 
 16 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 man in that family or was it his booss, 01 
 was it the people that came to see him ? pad 
 changed the whole direction of her life, as aii 
 arrow's direction is changed when it glances on 
 the side of a temple. Now, Caroline Leslit 
 was no more in love with Harry than you are 
 Pretty girl, she had her own lover, and I T uiew 
 she had. And he, far away across the sea, 
 would shed tears as bitter as hers of that day, 
 when he knew he was never to see Harry's face 
 again. 
 
 But we were only three of the Club Caro 
 line, Bridget, and I. Count Will Corcoran for 
 four if you like. If you count him, the Club is 
 eleven. 
 
 But what I tell you will give you an idea. 
 For as soon as we got talking, the bakers and 
 the baked by the stove got talking; all telling 
 much the same kind of story, how dear Harry 
 had been a new life to them. Widdifield, who 
 you would have said had no sentiment, quio* 
 Mrs. Emerson, Mary Merriam, and her brolhei 
 John, and even Will Morton. I must not try to 
 tell the storit 5, though I could, every one. We 
 all drew toge' ^>er at last, when something Mor
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 17 
 
 ton said drew out George Button to " state hia 
 experience." 
 
 " Wadsworth and I," said he, " went out in 
 one of those first California colonies, when 
 the mutual system was tried in all sorts of ways, 
 and people thought the kingdom of heaven waa 
 coming because they all put two hundred dollars 
 apiece into a joint-stock company. On the voy 
 age I did not see him much, and I know I did 
 not like him. How strange that seems now! 
 For there was no reason under heaven why I 
 should not have found him out at the very first 
 moment ; and now it seems as if I lost so much 
 in losing all the chance of those five months. 
 Well, I lost it for better or worse. We came 
 to California, and the colony all broke up into 
 forty thousand pieces. Little enough sticking 
 by each other there! Each man for himself; 
 and, as always happens on that theory, the devil 
 for us all, with a vengeance! 
 
 " I roughed through every thing. Got a Jttle 
 dust now and then, and spent it a great deal 
 faster than I got it. I have paid one hundred 
 and eighty-six dollars in gold for a pair of miner's 
 boots, and they were good boots, ~whe* 1 
 91
 
 18 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 had not a rag beside to put upon my feet, ~l 
 last I thought my lucky time had come. We 
 were up in what they then called the Cotton- 
 wood Reach, and a very good company of ua 
 had struck some very decent diggings, and had 
 laid off our claims with something like precision, 
 and order, and decency. Wadsworth, as I hap 
 pened to know, was with some men who had 
 got hold of a water-privilege three or four miles 
 above us. Some of our men had been up to see 
 about buying some water from him, and said he 
 was quite a king in that country. But I had 
 not seen him. 
 
 " Then there came in on us, just as we got 
 well established, a lot of roughs, blacklegs and 
 rowdies, of every nation and color under heaven. 
 They wanted our claims ; we all knew that well 
 enough. And they hung round, as such d :vils 
 as they will, trying all sorts of ways to g<;t a 
 corner of the wedge in. We were a pretty 
 decent set; and none of our boys really liked 
 them, but we were as civil as we couk 1 be. 
 Some of the fellows were fools enough to lose 
 dust to them, and I never heard that any of them 
 won any. They pretended to stake off some
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 19 
 
 claims of their own, but they never worked an)' 
 of any account. They drank their whiskey, 
 and put up tents and shanties for gambling; 
 and swaggered round among the rest of us, and 
 said they knew better ways for washing than we 
 did ; and so on. All the time we all knew that 
 something was brewing, while they were about. 
 And sure enough, at last it came. 
 
 " Watrous and Flanegan, who were a sort ol 
 selectmen to ua, had to go down to Agnes City 
 with some gold, and to buy some pork. And 
 they took with them two or three of the best 
 fellows we had. Watrous came to me the last 
 thing, and said, ' Don't you get into a quarrel 
 with these greasers,' for he knew I hated them, 
 But, Mr. Ingham, a saint in heaven would have 
 quarrelled with those men. It all began about 
 a shovel. One of these blackguards came up to 
 me to borrow a shovel, and I let him have it. 
 Then he came back for another, and I let him 
 have that. Then came up three of them and 
 wanted three shovels ; and, to make a long story 
 short, we came to words they and I. They 
 had come up for a fight; and they got it. At 
 ast, one of the most noisy of them, to give
 
 20 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 him his due, he was half drunk, drew hi* 
 revolver and snapped it at me. Lucky for me 
 it missed fire, and in very short metre I hit him 
 over the head with the crow-bar I was using, 
 O, what a howl they made! They dashed at 
 me, and I ran. The first of them tripped and 
 fell ; which stopped the others a half second. 
 And then the whole tribe of them, who had been 
 watching the affair, came running after me, 
 yelling and howling like so many wolves." 
 
 By this time, as I said, Dutton had the whole 
 group in the station round him. 
 
 " Did you ever run for your life ? " said he, 
 with a funny twinkle of the eye. " I tell you, 
 - that to put in the best stride you know, and 
 to clear every log, and take no help at any ditch, 
 but just to run, run, run, run, half a mile, 
 three quarters, and a mile, to feel your 
 heart up in your throat, your lungs pumping, 
 and pumping nothing, while you just run, 
 mn, run, and know that one false step ii 
 death ; I tell you that is what a man remem 
 bers. That was the way I ran. I dared not 
 look back . knew 1 was well ahead of all but 
 one man But T could hear his steady step
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 21 
 
 step, step, step, just in the time of mine, 
 Was he taller than I, or shorter ? I dared noi 
 look round and see. But I knew his stride 
 depended on that. He was gaining nothing oi> 
 me in time; was he gaining in length of pace? 
 
 " Where was I running to ? Why, to our 
 poor little shanty, where I had left George 
 Orcutt lame in bed. What safety would that 
 bo ? These devils could tear it down in thirty 
 seconds. I did not know, but I ran ! 
 
 " I ran with the one man close behind, and 
 the others yelling farther back. He did not yell. 
 He saved his breath for running. But he did 
 not catch me. I flung the door open. I crowd 
 ed down the latch. I stuck a domino from the 
 table in between the latch and the latch-guard, 
 and with this as my poor fortress, I flung myself 
 on the floor. The man dashed up after me, but 
 did not so much as try the door! 
 
 - An instant showed why ; for in ten seconds 
 *he wolves, as they seemed, were howling round 
 him. Then the man, whoever he was, said, 
 ' The first man that steps on this plank is a dead 
 man ! There's been enough of this bullying ' 
 Dirty Dick, take care you are not seen again i
 
 22 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 this county. I give you six hours to be gone 
 Chip and Leathers, you had best go with hirn^ 
 or without him. Your room is better than your 
 company. I will have the sheriff here by night, 
 and we will see what sort of men are going to 
 jump claims on this creek. You fellow with the 
 red beard, who ran away from Angeles, there's 
 a warrant out against you. Understand all of 
 you, that this game is played about through.' 
 
 "Who was this celestial visitant? Orcutt 
 and I listened in amazement. Was this the 
 way Raphael addressed' the rebellious spirits 
 when Milton was not at hand ? Any way, they 
 answered much as the rebellious spirits would 
 have done. Some swore, some laughed, other 
 some, on the outside, turned round and vamosed. 
 So Orcutt told me, whose eye was at a knot 
 hole. The celestial visitant said not a word 
 more. But in five minutes the whole crew of 
 them was gone. 
 
 " Then I unlatched the door. Raphael came 
 in, and was Harry Wadsworth ! Yes : that 
 light, frail fellow, whom we carried so easily 
 to-day, was the man who looked those beggars iu 
 the eye that day, and saved my life for me !
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 23 
 
 " That was the beginning with me, and there 
 are few things he and I have not done together 
 since that. We have slept under the same 
 blanket, and starved on the same trail. And 
 if any man ever taught me any thing, that dear 
 fellow taught me all of life I know that is worth 
 knowing." 
 
 These were the sort of stones we got telling 
 in the station-house, and it was out of such talk 
 that the project of the Club grew. We had not 
 known each other before, but here was one tie 
 we all had together. Could we not then recog 
 nize it, by some sort of gathering or correspond 
 ence, or union? Natural enough to propose, 
 but you see, of course, what followed. 
 
 First, Widdifield as good a fellow as lives, 
 but set, or as the vernacular says, " sot," in his 
 way- liked the idea of a Club very much; but 
 thought we must appoint a committee to draw 
 up some little mutual covenant or expression of 
 principles which all the members would willingly 
 agree to. " Something, you know, to give us 
 a little substance." Will Morton did not care 
 BO much for any statement of principles, but
 
 24 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 thought there had better be a constitution made. 
 If he had not changed his coat, he should have 
 had in his pocket the constitution of the Philire- 
 ncan, which would perhaps have served as a 
 gocd model. Mary Merriam did not care about 
 any constitution, but thought the society ought 
 to have a name that everybody would under 
 stand. Poor Bridget Corcoran did not take in 
 much of all this, but hated clubs. The Sham 
 rock Club, that her husband had belonged to 
 had worked all his woe. So one thought this 
 and another said that, and the thing happened 
 which, so far as I know, always happens, even 
 when ten of the simplest minded people in the 
 world meet together with any common purpose 
 There has to be a certain fixed amount of talk, 
 what Haliburton calls the " talkee-talkee 
 stage." It corresponds to the fizz of common 
 air when you open a gas-pipe for the first time. 
 It blows out your match, and you have to wait 
 csome little while before any thing arrives that 
 will burn. 
 
 One of the Wise Men of the East was it 
 Louis Agassiz ? said, when he first came here, 
 that one of the ama/ing things which he found
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 25 
 
 in America was, that no set of men could get 
 together to do any thing, though there were but 
 five of them, unless they first " drew up a con 
 stitution." If ten men of botany met in a hotel 
 in Switzerland to hear a paper on the habits of 
 Tellia Guilielmensis, they sat down and heard 
 it. But if nme men of botany here meet to 
 hear a paper read on Shermania Rogeriana, 
 they have to spend the first day, first in a tempo 
 rary organization, then in appointing a committee 
 to draw a constitution, then in correcting the 
 draft made by them, then in appointing a com 
 mittee to nominate officers, and then in choosing 
 a president, vice-president, two secretaries, and a 
 treasurer. This takes all the first day. If any 
 of these people are fools enough, or wise enough 
 (" persistent " is the modern word), to come a 
 second time, all will be well, and they will hear 
 about the Shermania. 
 
 This was the little delay which killed oui 
 little Club at the moment of its birth, if, indeed. 
 it were killed or were born. With regard to 
 that there is a doubt, as you fellows will find 
 out if we should ever get back to this story 
 again.
 
 26 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 [At this point, however, the Quarter Master 
 who had been dying to say something, interrupted 
 Ingham to say it would have been better if the 
 Club had had something to eat, as the organ 
 ization went forward ; and on that, that profane 
 Dalrymple said, " Better something to drink." 
 But Ingham placidly explained that there had 
 never been any thing at the station but dough 
 nuts, and those somewhat tough and musty, 
 and that these had all been eaten by members 
 who had no dinner; that for supper there was 
 nothing left but lozenges, of which the supply 
 was unlimited, but of which man's power of 
 consumption is of nature small.] 
 
 So we spent the rest of our five hours discuss 
 ing the covenant, the name, and the constitution 
 of our little society, and when at last we 
 neard the scream of the express, and saw its 
 light, we were further from the organization 
 than ever. Everybody looked for scrip and 
 staff (carpet-bag and cane). Everybody seized 
 his coat or his shawl ; and poor Widdifield and 
 Morton were just heard pleading for a committee 
 to draw up a constitution, or "just a little 
 formula, you know " when the train stopped,
 
 WHAT BEGAN IT. 2*3 
 
 and we stowed away as we could, in the sepa 
 rate cars. 
 
 For all that, however, these people loved 
 Flurry with their hearts' love ; and not one of 
 them meant to fail in the impulse he had given ; 
 no, nor ever did fail. And though, as I said, 
 the Club never met again, and never can, per 
 haps it has existed to as much purpose. After 
 the train was under way, I passed along from 
 car to car, and asked each of them if he would 
 not write me some day, if any thing turned up 
 which brought Harry to his mind, or which 
 Would have pleased him. 
 
 Everybody said, " Yes." And what is more, 
 everybody has done as he said. So I have thia 
 mass of letters you saw in my desk, marked 
 " Harry Wadsworth ; " and it is that mass of 
 letters which gives me the material for the really 
 curious story, or stories, I am going to tell you. 
 
 If you will come round to my tent after the 
 parade is over, I will show you some of them.
 
 CHAPTER IL 
 
 THBEE YEARS AFTER, 
 f What there was in the Letters.] 
 
 ^ I "HE fellows did not come up to my tent, 
 regimental headquarters, that night. We 
 were on our way up after the parade, when pop, 
 pop, pop, some red-shirted pickets cracked ofl 
 their rifles, frightened by some goats I believe ; 
 for all this happened in one of the Calabrian 
 Valleys. The companies were filing off to 
 supper as the shots were heard, but halted 
 promptly enough, and, in a minute more, we 
 were all brought back to parade again. I ordered 
 some kettles of polenta brought down for the 
 men to eat, and we lounged and lay there, wait 
 ing news and orders for a couple of hours. Then 
 it was clear enough that the whole had been a 
 false alarm, and I let them go to bed. 
 
 But a week or two after, Dalrymple, who had 
 made a good deal of fun about the Club, came 
 round, and Frank Chancy with him. Dalrymple
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 20 
 
 knew that I would not have any nonsense about it, 
 and indeed he was quite in earnest himself when 
 he asked me to bring out the papers and tell 
 them more about the Club and its history. I told 
 him what I tell you, that there was no history : 
 there were only these letters, nine of them as it 
 happened, folded together and marked " Harry 
 Wadsworth." An odd-looking set they were. 
 A letter from my wife Polly, written exactly on 
 the third anniversary of Harry's funeral ; letters 
 of all sizes and shapes, written on tappa, brown 
 paper, white paper, all sorts of paper; stained, 
 faded, and broken at the edges, but all of them 
 telling of the lives that these nine of the original 
 Club had been leading. Indeed, when we came 
 to look at the dates, they were all written within 
 a month of that same anniversary of the day 
 which we wasted together in the station-house, 
 called deepo, at North Colchester. 
 
 The letters were : 
 
 A.. Dictated by Biddy Corcoran to her son 
 Will, and in the most elegant of clerkly hand 
 writing, down strokes hard and up strokes fine, 
 I assure you. 
 
 B. Caroline Leslie's she had not changed
 
 '10 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 her name in marrying her cousin Harry, the 
 same who gave her the canary-bird. She wiote 
 from Cronstadt, Maine. 
 
 C. George Dutton, written as above, on 
 tappa cloth from one of the Kermadeck Islands, 
 in the South Pacific. 
 
 D. Mrs. Merriarn, quiet, every-day letter, 
 from 14 Albion Street, Brooklyn. 
 
 E. As above, Polly Ingham's to me, when 1 
 was very far off soundings. 
 
 F. Widdifield's he had accepted a place 
 as professor in Clinton College, Kentucky. 
 
 G. Will Morton's he was clerk of court 
 in Ethan County, Vermont; always has been 
 clerk of court, as his father was before him, and 
 as his son will be after him. 
 
 H. John Merriam's book-keeper he, with 
 Pettingill & Fairbanks, Chicago. 
 
 I. From Mrs. Emerson head of a girls' 
 boarding-school in Fernandina, Florida. And 
 
 had filed, in the same file, a little paper of 
 memoranda of my own. So there were really 
 the autographs of all, save Mrs. Corcoran, of the 
 ten of the Club which tried vainly to form itself 
 at North Colchester.
 
 THREE YEAUS AFTER. 31 
 
 Ah ! what a pity it is that I may not print all 
 these letters, now and here. If only I, Frederic 
 Ingham, could be the editor of a monthly mag 
 azine of my own ! If only I had 85,555 readers, 
 on the moderate estimate of five readers to each 
 copy sold, and they were all so prejudiced in 
 favor of the Old as to like to read old letters, and 
 yet so tolerant of the New as to be willing to 
 read my speculations upon them ! Then what a 
 title-page could I not make up from these letters 
 alone, for the whole of a number, giving a 
 courteous refusal to all " eminent contributors," 
 and all good assistants not quite so eminent.' 
 
 To make our " contents on cover: " 
 
 Biddy Corcoran's Home. By Herxelf. 
 
 Life by the Furnace. 
 
 The Kermadeck Islands. 
 
 Housekeeping. By a Connoisseur. 
 
 Polly to Fred. 
 
 Kecollections. Prof. Wlddifield. 
 
 Three Years of Life. W. Morton. 
 
 The West as I saw it. By a Big Boy. 
 
 A New Boarding-school. Mrs. Emerson, 
 
 10 x 10 = 100. Fred. Ingham. 
 
 There, is not that a good title-page for tb
 
 32 TEN TIMES ONE IS TKN. 
 
 outside of your new magazine? Would not 
 that make Mr. Horace's mouth water, as he drew 
 up his advertisement ? Would not those run 
 ning titles be attractive as men opened the uncut 
 pages? If! ah if only I might myself control 
 these MSS. " It must not be, this giddy trance." 
 I must confine myself to the probable restric 
 tions. " Five thousand words, or, at the outside, 
 five thousand five hundred for a single number." 
 These are the hated limits in which I live and 
 move and have my hampered being. Is there 
 not some worthless epithet above which I can 
 strike out ? Ah no ! better omit all Will Corco- 
 ran's commercial college chirography in one 
 lump, and come without preface to pretty Caro 
 line Leslie. 
 
 CAROLINE LESLIE'S LETTER. (B.) 
 
 It is so queer to see where people will turn up 
 when you least expect it Now Caroline Leslie, 
 nince the funeral, had married her cousin Harry, 
 the same, as I said, who gave her the canary- 
 bird ; and he had taken her down to the 'ron- 
 works at Cronstadt, in Piscataquis County. 
 Pretty girl, how little she thought, when she waa
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 33 
 
 giving the canary-bird his sugar, that she was to 
 spend five years of her life in a house just one 
 grade above a log-cabin, with two rooms on the 
 ground floor, and a bed in her parlor, and 
 which was perhaps the only part of it amiss 
 that all her friends in Worcester were to be 
 saying that it was " so fortunate " that her hus 
 band had such a good position ! Good position 
 it was, for all the bed in the parlor. For there 
 Caroline and Harry first subdued the world 
 there were her first three children born ; and 
 there, as the letter showed, she also had done hei 
 share of Harry Wadsworth's work, in Harry 
 Wadsworth's way. 
 
 When they went down there, it was chaos 
 come again, I can tell you! An old iron-furnace 
 which had been built in the most shiftless and 
 careless way, had made for a year or less some 
 iron of the worst quality, so that the reputation 
 of the ore was all lost, and had then been left to 
 burn out. A new company, with some capital 
 from Ibbotsons or Tubals, or some sort of foreign 
 iron people, had gone in, and had sent down 
 George Landrin, who knew something about 
 making iron, to redeem the reputation of the 
 8
 
 34 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 place, and Harry Leslie to be treasurer and 
 manager as far as George Landrin was not. 
 Instantly, as I need not say, Harry Leslie and 
 Caroline Leslie were married. That was the 
 firs'*; link that the new iron company forged, and 
 they forged it without knowing that they did so, 
 by appointing him assistant treasurer, with a 
 salary of fifteen hundred a year. They were 
 married, went to Cronstadt in the first wagon 
 after the roads were in any sort opened, and 
 lived there, thirteen miles from the next town> 
 in a village of iron men ; theirs one of three 
 framed houses all, as I said, one grade above 
 a log-cabin. 
 
 " Hajj any ssiety thar ? " said Mrs. Grundy to 
 Caroline one day when I met Caroline at her 
 father's, where she had come up to Thanksgiving. 
 How Caroline's eyes snapped and flashed fire ! 
 ' The best society, Mrs. Grundy, I ever knew.'' 
 And so it was, indeed, thanks to Leslie, and 
 Landrin, and Harry Wadsworth, and the founder 
 of all good society, the Saviour of all such holea 
 as they found Cronstadt, whose notions in this 
 matter Harry Wadsworth and these fellows had 
 had the wit and heart to follo-v.
 
 THREE TEARS AFTER. 35 
 
 Here is the letter: 
 
 " CEONBTADT, November 7 
 
 11 DEAR MRS. INGHAM : 
 
 "I have never forgotten that, as we came 
 home from Mr. Wadsworth's funeral, I promised 
 your husband I would some day write to you 
 about him. And though I have put it off so 
 long, I have always meant to do it. But you 
 know how time goes by without our putting pen 
 to paper. It was three years ago that we all 
 met there together. I cannot believe it 
 
 " But to-night I am going to write to you, foi 
 I do not know where your husband is, and he 
 must take this as a letter to him. For I have 
 been thinking of Mr. Wadsworth all day. I 
 think of him, and of things he used to say and 
 do, a great deal now we are here in this new 
 life, and I have to try so many experiments, and 
 do so many things for the first time. To-day ia 
 Sunday, and on Sundays I see the working-men 
 here even more than I do on other days, and 
 they are more disposed to talk, or perhaps I am. 
 Harry has been gone for nearly a week now, and 
 will not be back till next Saturday, so Mr 
 Landrin and I and Sarah had to manage about
 
 30 TEN TIMES ONE 13 TEN. 
 
 the tunes and singing as we best could last night. 
 But to-day we had stalwart help, and I wish you 
 had been here to see and hear our choir. We 
 stii] meet for service, as we did when you were 
 here, in the upper carpenter's shop ; but yesterday 
 Sarah and Eunice drove the men out just before 
 dark, and began to dress the two chests which 
 make the pulpit with colored leaves, and this 
 morning they completed their decoration, and 
 made quite a brilliant show. Joe Deberry, that 
 French charcoal man who got you the Lycopo- 
 dium, was very efficient and sympathetic. Mr. 
 Landrin played the flute; Will Wattles read 
 part of a sermon oat of the 'Independent;' 
 dear old Mr. Mitchell ' led in prayer,' and we 
 really had a good time I did, and we all did. 
 
 " When we sat round talking, after the service, 
 on the boards and the benches, and a good many 
 outside in the sun, I attacked old Mrs. Follett, 
 and won her heart by asking her how I could 
 dye some yarn I have here. She has alwaya 
 been a little shy of me, but she got talking about 
 this place as it was in the old dynasty. 
 
 ** It was hell, Mrs. Leslie ! I beg your pardon, 
 but it was just heli and nothing else.' And
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 37 
 
 really, I believe it was. When she told me of 
 the drinking and gambling and fighting of men, 
 and fighting of dogs, and of cocks, and of hens 
 and women, I believe, of every thing really that 
 could fight, why, Mrs. Ingham, when she told 
 me about what her own husband was, who is 
 now as nice a man as there is in the shop, and 
 what a life she led with him, I wondered whether 
 this were the same world. She thought Mr. 
 Landrin and Harry had done a great deal more 
 han they have. I am sure all we could do here 
 is very little. But Harry has put his foot down, 
 and Mr. Landrin has been very willing to help ; 
 and they have said that if they and their wives 
 were here, it should be a decent place to live in ; 
 and when I see how happy and pleasant the 
 people are, and when I think how little I used 
 to know about such places and people at all, I 
 thank God for bringing me here. 
 
 " All the singers have been up here to-night 
 practising. I wish you knew them all as well as 
 you learned to know Sarah and George Fordyce 
 when you were here. There are some of them 
 who have just that sort of passion for my Harry 
 that your husband has for Harry Wadsworth,
 
 38 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 But when they talk to Mr. Leslie about what he 
 has done for the place, he laughs, and points at 
 Harry Wadsworth's picture, and says, ' Don't 
 thank me, thank him.' Well, to-night ten of 
 them came round to sing, and before we began 
 they produced a beautiful frame for Harry's 
 picture, and asked me to let them put it in, for a 
 surprise to my husband when he comes home. 
 Then they began to talk to me about him, and I 
 told them well, you know what I told them. 
 And I could see the tears roll down George 
 Fordyce's face as I talked to them. And when 
 they went away, he said, ' We have never known 
 what to call this choir class. I move it be 
 called the Harry Wadsworth Club.' And they 
 all clapped their hands and said it should be so. 
 So after all, you see, your husband's club ia 
 born. 
 
 " But I must stop. I hear Wally crying in 
 the other room, and you know I am my own 
 nurse now. 
 
 " Give my love to Mr. Ingham when you 
 write. Always, dear Mrs. Ingham, 
 ** Your own, 
 
 LESLIE."
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 39 
 
 I like that letter ; I like that woman ; I like 
 that place, Cronstadt; and I like the life they 
 lead there. But I should not have filed that 
 letter, and carried it to Italy and Sicily with me, 
 if the others that came about the same time had 
 nat belonged with it ; so they all got tied up 
 together. Try this: 
 
 PROP. WIDDIPIELD'S LETTER, (p.) 
 
 " CLINTON COLLEGE, BOUKBON COUWTT, 
 KENTUCKY, November 10 
 
 u REV. F. TNGHAM, ETC., ETC.: 
 
 " Dear Sir, In private conversation with a 
 few of our young gentlemen here, I showed to 
 them such of the letters of our dear Mr. Wads- 
 worth as I have with me. They have been very 
 much impressed by their spirit, freshness, and 
 insight into true life. Do you see any impro 
 priety in my printing privately, say a dozen 
 copies for such of these friends of mine as I 
 think might find advantage in them ? And 
 should you be disposed to add to them a copy 
 of a letter you once read to me, which Mr,
 
 40 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Wadsworth wrote to you when he entered Into 
 he Polk and Clay canvass so honestly? 
 " Very truly, 
 
 " Your obedient servant, 
 
 " INCREASE WIDDIFIELD." 
 
 You say those two letters are exactly alike ' 
 Of course ; they are all alike. This tappa-cloth 
 letter is 'just like that glazed note-paper from 
 Brooklyn. Want to hear tappa-cloth ? It is 
 not in New Zealandee. Here is the end of 
 it: 
 
 " It is not true that I am always in scrapes. 
 You say so, I know ; but I do live the steadiest, 
 stupidest life of any eight-day clock of them all. 
 Only you do not hear of that. It is only when 
 I am dragged out of the water by the hair of my 
 head that I am put in the newspaper, or happen 
 to mention the incident, and then you all say, 
 ' Button is always being dragged out of the 
 vater.' This time it was not metaphorically. 
 
 " 1 had gone off in the Monarch, as she took 
 our six months' collection of be che-la-mer, to sea 
 the last of her officers and to get them well out- 
 Bide the reef, and I had with me my own canoe,
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 4X 
 
 and eight of these native boatmen. They are 
 the best fellows in the world. See if you do not 
 say so before I have done. I bade the English 
 men good-by ; they lay to while I jumped down 
 into my boat; and we were off, and I started 
 back for the Cannibal Islands, all my men 
 paddling. Things looked a little grum when 
 we started; there was just the beginning of a 
 nasty Souther, and, to tell the truth, I stayed in 
 the captain's cabin a little later than I meant to. 
 But the men did not mind. I don't think they 
 would mind if they had been in so many cocoa- 
 nut shells with salt-spoons to bale with. They 
 just stretched to their paddling, begged the after 
 man to see that I was warmly covered, and 
 oegan chanting this missionary song, 
 
 ' Womar iti enata bacha epoku.' 
 
 How well I came to know that refrain before I 
 was asleep, and after! For I did fall asleep, and 
 *:he first thing I knew George caught me by the 
 leg, dragged me awake, and showed me that we 
 ha^: come to the breakers. The sun was down, 
 but it was light enough, what with waves, and 
 phosphorescence, and stars, to make the wildest 
 sight that ever you or I looked upon. Tnghara.
 
 42 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the thing I thought of was the Cotton wood 
 claims, and my run for my life, and Harry 
 Wadsworth's appearing to the rescue. I knew 
 it would all be over in two minutes. But I 
 spoke cheeril : to the men ; said, * All right,' 
 which is one of their favorite words, had that 
 strange feeling come over me, which I dare say 
 you have felt, when one looks death right in the 
 face the feeling, ' Now I shall know ;' nodded 
 to George, who calls himself in their pretty way, 
 nia-keiki,' which means foster-brother, and said, 
 4 God bless you ' to him, and the next second we 
 were under twenty feet of water. Nobody but 
 madmen would have expected to cross that reef 
 with that gale blowing! 
 
 " Of course I came to the surface, and of 
 course the curlers swung me over the coral in 
 less than no time ! If only they did not swing 
 me upon the next ledge in lesser yet ! I could 
 not hold out five minutes in that swirl and spray, 
 and I knew I could not But before I had time 
 to think much about it, before I had even a 
 chance to clear the water from my eyes to try 
 to see about it, a strong wiry hand had ma 
 under the armpit, and I heard George's gentle
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 43 
 
 voice say, ' All right,' and then in their own 
 language he went on to tell me not to be fright 
 ened. I was frightened, for the first time, for 
 1 thought I knew the faithful fellow could do 
 nothing for me, and I was afraid he would lose 
 his own life trying to save mine. In much few 
 er words T told him so. But he said just as 
 sweetly as before, ' If I die, you die ; and if I 
 live, you live.' And just then I began to see 
 and near us, in this hollow where we were, 
 between two ridges of breakers, was another of 
 these loving creatures, who said just the same 
 thing, ' If I die, you die ; if I live, you live.' 
 
 " Ingham, I believe the men saved me by say- 
 Ing that more than by all the wonderful things 
 they did in the next half hour. It seemed to 
 me that it would be so mean if I swamped them 
 or sunk them, that I stuck to my work as I never 
 would or could have done had I been alone. 
 And they the way they lifted, and pushed, 
 
 and pulled, the way they towed me and shoved 
 \ 
 
 me, if we ever meet, you will laugh yourself 
 to death as I tell you, and yet it was no laugh 
 ing matter then. All eight held together, and 
 held by clumsy, logy me. They understood
 
 44 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 each other by instinct, and they took me in ai 
 they would have taken in an upset canoe if they 
 had found one floating in the offing. 
 
 " In half an hour I was lying on the beach 
 here ; these loving fellows were chafing me, 
 lomy-lomying me, and rubbing oil into me. 1 
 could not speak, but I was alive and in this world. 
 
 " And what do you suppose was the first 
 thing they did 'he next morning. I was asleep, 
 as you may imagine, but at sunrise every man 
 of them went off in the offing, which was calm 
 enough now, to hunt up what was left of my 
 boat and to bring her in. And when I scolded 
 George for this, and told him the boat was not 
 worth the risk, he said they knew I loved the 
 boat ; they knew I had named the boat * Harry,' 
 and that my Harry-boat was not to be lost if 
 they could save her. Fred, that was the first 
 time I broke down. I fairly cried at that. And, 
 ever since, they have called themselves the 
 1 Harry-boatmen.' " 
 
 You see it is as I said, they are all the same 
 letter, only they are written by different hands, 
 in different inks on different sorts of paper.
 
 THREE YEARS AFTER. 45 
 
 Polly had tied them all up, as they came in, 
 one after another, for six months, and labelled 
 them " Harry Wadsworth," as you saw. Then 
 one day as she went over them, she was tempted 
 to count up the people whom these ten letter- 
 writers told of, as having got clew to our en 
 thusiasm about him. 
 
 Here were Caroline Leslie's Harry Wadsworth 
 
 Club 10 
 
 Prof. Widdifield's Seniors 12 
 
 George Button's Harry-boatmen 8 
 
 John Merriam's set 7 
 
 Mrs. Emerson's " first class " 11 
 
 Biddy Corcoran, Will, the Tidd boys and the Tidd 
 
 boys' father and mother . . 8 
 
 Mrs. Merriam's Sewing Club for Newsboys ... 13 
 Polly's two children and the two servants, with 
 
 Mrs. Standish 5 
 
 Will Morton and the Base-Ball Club at Ethan ..19 
 And the men in my own watch, the old quarter 
 master and his son, and the others who messed 
 
 with them, were I 
 
 Polly counted them up. There were 103 in 
 aL But Biddy Corcoran and Will Morton had 
 been counted in the old Club of the station. 
 * There are 101 new members," said Polly. 
 " Ten times ten is a hundred. And it was only 
 three years ago,"
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 
 [An Experience of Dalrymple's.\ 
 
 "\ \ 7ELL ! we subdued the world as we could 
 in Calabria. Then we returned to our 
 respective homes : Garibaldi to his island, I to 
 No. 9 in the Third Range, Frank Chancy to 
 Sc-ooby, and Dalrymple to that truly English 
 nome in Norfolk, which nothing had driven him 
 from but the unrest of an Englishman, some 
 lo gad-fly, and the desire of seeing Italy 
 righted, and Vittorio on the throne of Bourbon 
 In these respective spheres, as assigned to us, 
 we did our part; and I, for mine, embarked m 
 the manufacture of a new sphere and new 
 world, of which no more at present- 
 Then was it that the parents of Dalrymple 
 urged him to do his duty to the respectable 
 Norman baron who founded his line, and " settle 
 down." Then was it that Dalrymple, seeking 
 for trout in a brook that ran through the ances-
 
 j.'EN TIMES A HUNDRED. 47 
 
 tral domain, met Mabel Harlakenden, the young 
 est daughter of a neighboring house. She waa 
 sitting on a mossy rock, her feet hidden in ferns, 
 and reading " Coventry Patmore." Dalrymple 
 -and she had not met since he broke her father's 
 window with a horse-chestnut on the day of 
 her tenth birthday. Then was it that he intro 
 duced himself to her again, and fished no more 
 that day, nor did she read any more. Three 
 months after was it that in the parish church 
 he gave her a ring. The minister took the ring 
 and gave it to Dalrymple, and he then put it on 
 the fourth finger of Mabel Harlakenden's left 
 hand. Then he was taught by the minister. 
 And then they all went home to Dalrymple's 
 father's house to live there. 
 
 " Was she a descendant of Mabel Harlaken* 
 den of Kent ? " 
 
 Yes, she was. Why do you interrupt ? That 
 has nothing to do with the story, and your 
 question took nine words. 
 
 Then Dalrymple proved to be less settled 
 than ever. And it proved that Mahel liked 
 travelling, if it were real travelling, just as much 
 fts he. She hated P?ris, so did he. He hated
 
 f8 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Baden-Baden, lucky for her, so did she 
 He had fished all Norway, so had she. She 
 had hob-nobbed with bandits in Calatria, so 
 had he. Had she ever been to America ? 
 "No, dearest, no!" Would she like to? He 
 had a friend in America, who would put them 
 through, a man who was with him in Calabria. 
 There was nothing Mabel would like better. So 
 instead of " settling down," as good Mr. Charles 
 Dalrymple had expected, these young people, 
 three months after marriage, took passage in 
 the Europa, Captain Leitch, arrived in Boston, 
 stopped at Parker's, took the evening boat to 
 Hallowell, train next day to Skowhegan, and in 
 two days more were laughing and talking at our 
 table at No. 9, in the Third Range. 
 
 The prettiest English girl I ever saw was Ma 
 bel, is Mabel, let me say, as she is not here 
 to frown. Dalrymple got his wooden bowl that 
 tiite. No! I will not describe her. You should 
 have asked him, if you wanted to know. And 
 Mabrl and he fished in our brooks, guided by my 
 Alice and Paulina, who in their way were aa 
 good fishermen as he. 
 
 One night, as we sat together, Dalrymple said
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 49 
 
 " Will you show my wife those Wadsworth 
 Papers ? " 
 
 " Do show them to us, Mr. Ingham," said the 
 pretty girl. " Horace has told me about them 
 once and again, they were the very first things 
 1 knew of you." 
 
 Well pleased, I produced the papers-, and 
 showed them all I have shown you, and more. 
 Then we fell talking together about Harry, and 
 the Leslies, and Dutton, and all these people 
 and Polly raked out more letters, which I have 
 not pretended to show you, telling how they had 
 all fared in the three years which had gone by 
 Since she tied those nine or ten together. Then 
 Dalrymple asked if, in America, people always 
 shot apart from each other as all of us had done, 
 here was Harry, born in Maine, to die in 
 Massachusetts; here was I, born in Connecti 
 cut, living in Maine ; here was Dutton, born in 
 Massachusetts, drowning off the Kermadeck Is* 
 lands. Was it always so ? And I told him the 
 census would tell him that in 1860 there were 
 near seven hundred thousand people in Iowa, 
 where in 1850 there were not two hundred thou 
 sand ; that the other five hundred thousand were 
 4
 
 50 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 boin somewhere; and that the same year there 
 were one hundred and twenty-six thousand peo 
 ple who had been born in Maine, who were 
 living in other States, while only four times that 
 number, men. women, and children who were 
 oorn in Maine, were living there. I suppose 
 that half the men and women had emigrated. 
 " Happy country," cried Dairy mple, where no 
 man settles down ! " 
 
 Then Mabel suggested to him that as they 
 had 110 plan of tiavei, as it would be fatal if they 
 should settle down in No. 9, which they seemed 
 ikely to do, he could have no better clew to fol 
 low in this labyrinth of States than the thread of 
 thfl very letters he had in his hands. " You love 
 Harfy Wadsworth," she said, " as well as any 
 one can who never saw him. I am sure I do." 
 And her great blue eyes were full of tears. " Let 
 us go and see Mrs. Emerson in Brooklyn, I 
 am sure dear Mrs. Ingham will give me a lette 
 to her; you shall go to Vermont, is that the 
 name ? and see Mr. Morton ; we will both go 
 to Chicago, which till I heard you speak, Mr. 
 Ingham, I always called Chickago, and Harry 
 Wadsworth shall introduce us *o America."
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 51 
 
 And so it was ordered. They stayed with us a 
 month longer. I will not tell how many trout 
 they caught, for I should have every cockney 
 scared from the Adirondacks down on No. 9 if I 
 did. But at last the good-byes came, and they 
 started on their way. 
 
 No ! I shall not write the history of their 
 travels. Little Mrs. Dairy m pie may do that 
 herself, and I wish she would. I have only to 
 tell where they crossed Harry Wadsworth's track 
 again. 
 
 Dalrymple chose to take boat, instead of rail, 
 west from Buffalo. So they sailed one evening 
 in the Deerhound, a famous boat of those days> 
 and their first experience of the floating palace 
 of the western waters. Sunset, twilight, evening 
 of that June day, were as beautiful as hearts 
 could wish, and again and again this young 
 bride and bridegroom congratulated themselves 
 that they had forsworn the train. When bed 
 time came, Horace led Mabel in from the guards 
 where they had been watching the moon ; but 
 before they went to their state-room after mid 
 night, they stopped to watch some euchre-play 
 ers who were sitting up late in the great saloon
 
 WJ TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Aa they sat there, the captain lounged in. They 
 knew him by sight ; he had done the honors at 
 the tea-table. He came up to the table, and 
 said, " Gentlemen, I want you to come forward, 
 and see this schooner on our quarter." Mabel 
 took her husband's arm to go with him ; but the 
 captain said, " No, madam, it is too damp for 
 you ; we will not keep your husband long," and 
 with the other men walked away. 
 
 Horace stayed how long one minute or 
 ten Mabel does not know. But when he came 
 back it was very quickly, and he said in a low 
 tone to the three women who sat together around 
 the deserted table, " The boat is on fire ; dress the 
 children, and wake the passengers as quietly as 
 you can. Mabel, wait for me in the after-part 
 of the saloon below this. I will come to you 
 there." And he was gone. 
 
 Mabel was probably never so completely her 
 
 >wn mistress in her life. She saw that the 
 .saloon was as yet uninvaded. She called the 
 sleepy chambermaids, and gave them their mes 
 sages so calmly that they were not frightened, 
 
 ?"rom state-room to state-room she passed along, 
 ad knocked up the sleepers, till her share waa
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 53 
 
 done, and well done. Then she went to their 
 own state-room, took the travelling-sack in which 
 Horace had his money and his letters; went 
 downstairs to the after saloon, to wait there as 
 she was bidden. 
 
 All this time it was amazing to her that there 
 was so little noise. The engines were stopped, 
 That she noticed. She heard the men at work 
 forward, but forward was far, far away. If she 
 listened, she did not know what were the noises 
 she heard, plashes; heavy blows as of cutting 
 timber; plashes again, an occasional sharp 
 word which she did not understand, but around 
 her the still monotone of the saloon, in which 
 there were only herself and two little girls and 
 their mother. And how long this lasted Mabel 
 did not know. 
 
 But at last the smoke came. Something 
 bulkhead or what I do not know something 
 gave way forward, and the smoke came, driving, 
 piling right in upon them, so that those hateful 
 lamps which had been so still and dear and un 
 conscious, became, of a sudden, dim spots in fog 
 The children cried and coughed. Mabel and 
 their mother held them to the open windows.
 
 54 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 But this could not last, the smoke was leu 
 ser and denser ; the women dropped the children 
 out on a pile of cordage that was coiled up 
 in the narrow passage-way behind the cabin, 
 then clambered out of the windows themselves^ 
 and in that narrow passage, cramped between 
 the cabin wall and the after-railing, stood alone 
 with the little ones. Then, for the first time, she 
 understood that some freak of the fire had cut 
 her off from the main body of the passengers 
 and from her husband. Or were they four 
 together there, the only persons living out of all ? 
 No ! somebody was alive forward, for although 
 for a few minutes the air was almost clear, that 
 lasted only for a few minutes ; the fire was 
 gaining forward, and of a sudden the engines 
 began to move again. The other woman said to 
 Mabel, " They are driving her ashore." "What 
 ever was the reason, it seemed fatal to therr 
 The stream of hot air and hot smoke now circled 
 all round them, so that indeed they could scarcely 
 breathe. Mabel looked over the rail, and so did 
 the poor mother. They could see the projecting 
 after timbers and the rudder-head passing through 
 hem, they must do something, and without
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 55 
 
 a word Mabel climbed down, stayed herself 
 firmly by one of the cross-chains which she 
 found there, connecting with the rudder, observed 
 that neither chain nor rudder moved any longer, 
 and then bade the other woman pass her one 
 of the children, and come down herself with 
 the youngest, which she did. How long that 
 lasted, Mabel did not know, whether it was 
 five miles or five minutes that they rushed ove* 
 that foaming sea, with that hot air above them, 
 with this slippery foothold below, and her arma 
 growing so tired as she held child and chain. 
 Not so long but she did hold on, however, till of 
 a sudden a sharp explosion forward taught them 
 both that a crisis had come. In a moment more 
 the way of the boat was checked, and in two 
 minutes Mabel saw that all was still, but 
 the fire. Still that did not drift fiercely back 
 upon them now. 
 
 Nobody came near them. Probably nobody 
 could come. But when that horrible wend 
 motion over the foam stopped, Mabel was brav 
 er As for the other woman, she never showed 
 sign of terror from the beginning. Mabel no\v 
 found she could lower herself enough to sit upon
 
 56 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the top of the rudder, and stay herself by a chain 
 above. She did not dare climb up upon the 
 boat again ; she then got the child in her arms, 
 and moved out far enough to make room for 
 the other woman. And there, with cinders and 
 smoke flying over their heads, in water to their 
 armpits, holding by rod and chain above +hem, 
 each with a child embraced, there those women 
 sat, it must have been for hours. I remember 
 Mabel told me she had to wet the rod above her 
 with the water at last, when the fire from the 
 wreck above heated the rod so that she could 
 ir*t hold it in her hand. She trained the child 
 to splash water up to it so as to keep it cool. 
 
 Meanwhile all they could see was flame and 
 smoke in volumes borne high in the air, but 
 away from them, by the gentle wind, as the fire 
 slowly worked its way along to them. All they 
 could hear was the roaring of the flames. 
 
 But flames and smoke were borne away from 
 them- The wreck was drifting and drifting 
 crvarer and nearer to the Ohio shore. And so 
 in the gray morning the end came. It ground 
 ed. Mabel had seen the stars grow pale, it had 
 seemed to her that "the dawning gray would
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 57 
 
 never dapple into day," but it was lighter, light 
 enough for her to see the shore, and then one, 
 two, three little boats pushing towards them. 
 A.nd then for the first time these women spoke 
 louder than their breath, and the little children 
 cried aloud again with them. The cry did little, 
 I suppose, but a white handkerchief did more. 
 Swift and straight a flat-boat dashed down to 
 them, a boat-hook struck in the stern-timber 
 above Mabel's head ; two men in the bows 
 clutched the two women ; and some one cried, 
 " Back her, back her," and they and the two 
 children were safe. 
 
 They took them to the kindest, loveliest, poor- 
 est home in Ohio, which was just behind the 
 beach. Tender hands undressed those women 
 and children, chafed their swollen arms and 
 hands, rubbed them warm and dry, dressed 
 them in the best the cabin had, laid them on 
 homespun sheets, as clean as they were coarse. 
 And all four slept, as you never slept. 
 
 When Mabel awoke just before nightfall, and 
 tried to make out where she was, wondering at 
 the slabs above her and around her, at the walla 
 papered with Frank Leslie's journal, the only
 
 68 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 thing her eye lighted on, that she ever sav 
 before, was the portrait of Harry Wadsworth. 
 That was pinned upon the door. 
 
 This, then, was what Mabel had taken the 
 ring on her finger for; what she had left her 
 father's house in Norfolk for ; what she nad 
 started to see the world for ! To find herself 
 lying in these coarse homespun sheets, on that 
 queer, high, creaking bedstead ; looking Harry 
 Wadsworth's picture in the face ; opening her 
 fingers to see if she could open them, after all 
 that clinging to the rod and chain ; and trying, 
 by such foolish things as that, to keep herself 
 from asking where Horace was if he were in 
 this world or in another ; where his body was 
 ah ! how wretched and what she should do ? 
 To pretend to drive these questions out of her 
 head, she opened and shut her hands, and won* 
 dered if the rust-stains would ever wash off, anc 
 looked at her wedding-ring, and remembered the 
 parish church and that winter morning when 
 Horace put it there. It was not in that way 
 that she would forget asking where he was, 01 
 if he was in this world or another ! 
 
 Mabel sat up in the bed. Every thing seemed
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 69 
 
 terribly still. She looked round the little room 
 There was not a shoe or stocking on the floor 
 nor any of her clothes on the one wooden chair. 
 
 Alice ! " cried Mabel at last. For " Alice " 
 was the only name she knew of all the people 
 who had surrounded her in these terrible hours. 
 They had called the little girl " baby," though 
 she was four or five years old. The children 
 had called their mother " mother," and " Alice" 
 was the ohly name that had been spoken. 
 
 Alice did not come, but in her place a nice, 
 motherly old lady came, who looked almost as 
 different from anybody Mabel had ever seen 
 before as if she had been one of Button's Ker- 
 madeck men. But there was the touch of nature 
 there, and Mabel and she were kin. 
 
 " Dear child," said the old woman, " cannot 
 you sleep any more ? Do you feel at all rest 
 ed ?" 
 
 u Have they heard from my husband ? " said 
 Mabel, " have any more people been brought in ? 
 are there any bodies ? " 
 
 " Bodies ? Dear no, no," said Mrs. Morrow ; 
 " do not be troubled about the others ; there are 
 plenty of people to take care of them, and they
 
 60 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 with their own boats too. Do not think about 
 them, dear, and do not cry ; let me bring you a 
 cup of tea, and then you shall have your clothes 
 and dress yourself. The men will be back to 
 supper, and we shall know all the news." 
 
 " But tell me," said Mabel, " tell me where I 
 am, and where I can write to ? What must 
 I do ? I never was alone before. I never had 
 to do any thing before like like this, you 
 know." 
 
 " Like what, my dear lady ? like taking a 
 cup of tea or like dressing yourself?" And 
 Mrs. Morrow would not stop for an answer. 
 There was a good deal of dry common-sense in 
 Mrs. Morrow, who, after sixty years of emigra 
 tion, of a new home, of birth, life, and death, of 
 joy and of sorrow, was no longer a fool. She 
 was, therefore, without knowing it, a philoso 
 pher. " Come, Amandy-Ann," she cried, bust 
 ling back into the kitchen sitting-room, "come, 
 Amandy-Ann, where are you 9 Here's the Eng 
 lish lady awake again, and nigh faint for her 
 tea." 
 
 " How did she know that I was an English 
 woman ? " said Mabel to herself. She forgot
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 61 
 
 that if Mrs. Morrow had turned up at the Swaff- 
 ham station in Norfolk near her father's house, 
 and had asked her, Mabel, the way to Cockley, 
 she would have known that Mrs. Morrow wad 
 an American, though she only spoke ten words, 
 u I must get up and do something," said Mabel 
 to herself again ; " but how can I get up till they 
 bring me my clothes ? " 
 
 So they succeeded in keeping her prisoner for 
 a long hour, while she " worried down " the tea, 
 and ate a slice of toast, and tried to eat a slice 
 of corn-bread, which was new to her, and broke 
 an egg, as Mrs. Morrow had never seen an egg 
 broken before. When she had pretended to eat 
 a part of the egg, Mrs. Morrow relented so far 
 as to let Amanda Ann bring in some dry cloth 
 ing, and so to emancipate Mabel from her 
 prison. 
 
 The men came home. An early tea was served 
 a meal such as Mabel never saw before. The 
 men were cheery, though with no grounds intel 
 ligible for cheeriness. But they explained that 
 there were schooners which had run by Huron, 
 ana a certain brig which was known to be beat- 
 uig up to St. Clair, and two freight boats and a
 
 62 TBIN TIMES ONE IS TEN 
 
 flat which were bound down the lake, and much 
 more than poor Mabel could understand, any of 
 which alone could have rescued all the Deer- 
 hound's people, if, as no man permitted himself 
 to doubt, they were all in their quarter boats 
 Indeed, they could rescue themselves. How 
 many hundreds of thousands this cheerful fleet 
 might rescue if it were combined in one, Mabel 
 was too downcast to inquire. 
 
 Poor girl ! she put this and that together so 
 far as to make out that we, far away in No. 9, 
 in Maine, were the only people in America near 
 enough to her for her to confer with, and she 
 asked Elnathan Morrow eagerly if he could 
 not send a telegram to us from her. Of course 
 he could. He would " hitch up " at once and 
 drive over to Elyria and leave the despatch, so it 
 should go the first thing in the morning. So 
 Mabel wrote : 
 
 I am safe. But I do not know if Horace is. Wo 
 ware in the Deerhound. 
 
 MABEL DALKYMPLK, 
 To Frederic Ingham, 
 
 No. 9. in the Tliird Range, Maine. 
 By Skowhcgau.
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 63 
 
 Mabel knew en< ugh to know that a telegram 
 must be short. But she was not much used to 
 money yet, poor girl, and she did not know that 
 as the Western Union Telegraph Co. coins it, 
 that despatch cost Elnathan every cent of ready 
 money he had laid up to pay his taxes witn tho 
 next week. But if he had not had the money, 
 Mrs. Morrow would have sent her three tea 
 spoons to the watch-maker at Elyria rather 
 than have that message delayed. Elnathan rose 
 from table before the rest of them, harnessed 
 up, drove to Elyria, and the next morning the 
 Elyria " Democrat " announced that it stopped 
 the press to say that four more persons had been 
 rescued from the conflagration, a young English 
 lady, and her companion, the mother of two 
 children, who were with her ; and that " all these 
 persons were now resting at the mansion-house 
 of our estimable fellow-citizen, Elnathan Mor 
 row, Esq., who has favored us with this infor 
 mation." 
 
 After Elnathan had left, poor Mabel did her 
 very best not to be unsociable. Her companion 
 on the wreck was still sleeping off the strain, in 
 the same bed with her two children
 
 64 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 " Do you know," said Mabel, " that the first 
 thing I saw, when I opened my eyes, was the 
 face ot a friend ? At least I call him a friend." 
 
 " Friend ? " said Mrs. Morrow, troubled for a 
 moment with the fear that the pretty English 
 girl was wandering. " Who did you see ? " 
 
 " Oh ! " said Mabel, " I only meant I saw his 
 picture Mr. Wadsworth's picture." 
 
 " Did you know Harry Wadsworth ? " cried 
 the old lady, and every one else at the table said 
 in the same instant, substantially the same thing. 
 
 Mabel explained that she had never seen nim 
 herself, and at once, an air of disappointment 
 showed that no one else at the table had ever 
 seen him. But Mabel said to the youngest girl 
 that if she would bring the little travelling-bag 
 which had hung at her side all through the night, 
 she would show her something. So the bag was 
 brought from behind the stove, and Mabel found 
 that the key still turned in the rusted look She 
 pulled out a wet handkerchief, rusty scissors, the 
 sloppy, stained bit of canvass work that she had 
 been stitching on the afternoon before was it 
 yesterday afternoon or was it not sometime in 
 the last century ? and down at the bottom she
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 65 
 
 came to a mother-of-pearl card-case, which had 
 stood the whole, undiluted. Mabel wiped it dry, 
 opened it, looked a moment at another picture 
 which was not stained nor even wet, and from 
 behind that picture pulled out her picture of 
 Harry Wadsworth. It was the last thing that I 
 gave her, except my blessing, when she left us at 
 No. 9. 
 
 And then she explained, and they explained. 
 None of them had ever seen Harry in the flesh. 
 But here was Mabel who had seen me, who had 
 seen him, and she had seen letters that he wrote, 
 and if her trunk were ever found, in her port 
 folio she had a note of his that I had given her. 
 And they they knew about him. Mrs. Elna- 
 than Morrow the pale, thin, pretty young 
 woman, the mother of the baby, the one that 
 had said so little, but had been frying the cakes 
 all supper-time, she came from Ethan, in Ver 
 mont. Her brother Samuel was one of the Will 
 Morton Base Ball Club ; and she had first met 
 Elnathan, if she would have told the truth, at a 
 reading club at Ethan, where Will Morton read 
 " Monte Cristo " and " Lady Geraldine " to 
 them. And her pale face flushed at last, and 
 6
 
 66 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 her silence thawed, and she did leave the grid* 
 die at last and came and sat at the corner of 
 the table, as she warmed up to tell how Will 
 Morton laid down the book one night, and 
 talked to them all about Harry. And of course 
 she told many stories of him, which I cannot 
 repeat here ; and then Mabel got to telling some 
 stories that I had told her. And Celia felt as if 
 Mabel and she were old friends, and told her 
 more about Will Morton, and about their life in 
 Ethan, and about the Base Ball Club, and about 
 her brother Sam, who had gone to Minnesota. 
 She told about her own marriage, and how 
 strange it seemed to her to come out here ; 
 and Mabel learned that between Ethan in 
 Vermont, and the southern shore of Lake 
 Erie, there was as much difference as between 
 Cockley in Norfolk and Ethan in Vermont; 
 she learned that she was not the only girl tLat 
 had left her father's house to find a strange, very 
 strange home. If Harry Wadsworth had never 
 done any thing else, he had made sisters of 
 those two women. So they all talked and talked. 
 Just after the June sunset the youngest children 
 slipped in with two great bowls of beautiful
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 67 
 
 Btrawberries, and Mabel ate from these as she 
 talked, almost unconsciously. The fire in the 
 stove went down, the griddle-cakes grew cold, 
 and it was dark when their long croon was inter 
 rupted, as Mrs. Palmer, Mary's companion in 
 fortune, opened the kitchen door and came in 
 
 Horace ? He had been knocked on the head, 
 as he was at work on the forward deck, very 
 early in the business. Some one in the pilot's 
 box hove an axe forward to the mate, who had 
 called for it. Horace was stepping across hastily, 
 the axe struck him in the forehead, knocked him 
 down, and he lay there senseless. The water, 
 leaking from the hose that they were working 
 with, dribbled down on his face sometimes, but 
 nobody could stop to nurse him. 
 
 But when the game was played through, 
 when the last quarter boat hauled up under the 
 bow of the Deerhound, and the mate for the last 
 time came on board, and said to the captain, 
 a You must come now, sir, there is not a living 
 cat on the vessel," the captain pointed to Horace 
 as he lay there, and said, " Silas, we will heave 
 him down, too. Perhaps there's life in /lira
 
 68 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN 
 
 Whether there is or not, it shan't be said that 
 the only two English people in the boat went to 
 the bottom. Handsome fellow he is! " And the 
 captain took Horace by the shoulders, and Silas 
 took him under his hips and carried the senseless 
 body to the opening in the rail; they called two 
 firemen who stood on the thwarts and handed it 
 down, and laid it along as best they could, on 
 the after thwart and in the hollow behind it. 
 Then the boat-hooks shoved her off, and the boat 
 followed the others. 
 
 " Them women," said Silas, meditatively, 
 " must have stifled in ten minutes after he sent 
 them there. What on airth made him tell them 
 to go into the ladies' saloon ? " 
 
 Horace was not killed. Else these pages were 
 not here. The captain never believed he was 
 killed. As soon as the men gave way at the 
 oars, and the boat was well off the wreck, the 
 captain cut off the waist buttons of Horace's 
 clothes, laid bare his breast, untied his neck-cloth, 
 and again and again flung water in his face, as 
 he lay in the arms of that good-natured German, 
 who was wondering, perhaps, if this were the 
 usual mode of travel in America. In fifteen
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 69 
 
 minutes the muscular, full-blooded young Eng 
 lishman opened his eyes ; in three more he was 
 wondering; then he shook himself free, sat up, 
 put his hand to his head, looked round, and 
 began to ask questions. 
 
 The burning Deerhound could still be seen, and 
 in reply the captain pointed her out to him far 
 astern. Then how boldly the captain lied, as 
 the poor wretch asked after Mabel ! You would 
 have thought Mabel was in a Lord Mayor's 
 barge upon the Cydnus, lying upon cushions, 
 fanned by Cupids and rowed by Naiads, so 
 emphatic were the captain's assurances of her 
 comfort and safety, assurances which Horace 
 was just stupid enough, with the blow, to believe. 
 He grew faint again with his effort, needed a 
 little of the Jamaica the captain gave him, and 
 sank back, with his eyes blurred and his head 
 spinning, on the German's shoulder. 
 
 Then it was that the second botch was made 
 in the proceedings of that night. The boats 
 Were all pulling for Huron, against a neavy 
 western breeze which was freshening into a gale. 
 The captain's boat was the last of the little 
 squadron, which was pulling in order it musi
 
 70 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 be near twenty miles that they might not risk 
 the beaching business with that heavy sea on. 
 By daybreak the others were all safe, and \vere 
 telegraphed as safe all over the country, while 
 the same telegram reported that the captain's 
 boat was not heard from, and that two women 
 and two children, and an Englishman, name not 
 known, had gone down in the Deerhound. This 
 botch all resulted, because, as the captain's boat 
 slowly followed the others, they crossed the line 
 of the little Canadian brig which was beating 
 across the lake back and forth, working her way 
 home from Buffalo to Amherstburg. It was a 
 natural thing, of course, to answer her friendly 
 hail, a very natural thing to run alongside, a 
 natural thing to take the line her skipper threw, 
 a natural thing to go on board, all of them, and 
 to take the boat in tow. Then as towards morn 
 ing the gale did freshen, and they had to stay on 
 board, it was natural to stay. But because o* 
 all this, so natural at every step, when in the fog 
 of the next day she went ashore and bilged on 
 Pelee Island, and they all crawled to land in wet 
 jackets, that was a pity. That was the reason 
 that for four days Horace though* his wife was
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 71 
 
 Jh heaven ; and that for three of those same foui 
 days she was more and more sure he was there. 
 But Horace also fitted off his telegram to No 
 9, in the Third Range. And his telegram worked 
 through rather faster than hers, though it started 
 later. The two arrived at Skowhegan the same 
 night. And one express messenger was started 
 or No. 9 in the morning with the two. The 
 weak-minded brother neglected to bring any 
 newspaper with him, so that all that Polly and I 
 knew was in these words : 
 
 We were in the Deerhound. Mabel is lost. Ad 
 dress Detroit. HORACE DALRYMPLE. 
 
 And in these, as above, 
 
 I am safe. But I do not know if Horace is. We 
 were in the Deerhound. MABEL DALRYMPLE. 
 
 What the Deerhound was or where they were, 
 we did not know. But Mabel's despatch was 
 dated Elyria and Horace's was dated London, 
 (J. W ; and we knew that C. W. did not mean 
 West Centre of the real London, but Canada 
 West of the new one. 
 
 Poor souls! Lake Erie was between them, 
 and neither knew if the other were alive.
 
 72 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 We gave the boy his supper, fed his horse 
 well, admonished him to bring a newspaper 
 another time, and started him back with the 
 return despatches : 
 
 Your husband is well. Address him at Detroit. 
 
 F. INGHAJI. 
 Your wife is well. Find her at Elyria. 
 
 F. ING DAM 
 
 And with hopes that they would not go Evan- 
 gelining and Gabrielling it all over the Western 
 country till they died, we went to bed, still 
 wishing the boy had brought a newspaper, 
 and wondering what had happened to the 
 Deerhound. 
 
 Mabel got that despatch the third night, so 
 she slept comfortably and happy. Two days 
 still it was before she had any thing but the 
 telegram to live upon ; but the telegram was 
 enough, and good Mrs. Morrow's chicken fixings 
 and strawberries and " young Hyson " all helped 
 a little. And they fitted off poor Mrs. Palmer, 
 and little Alice and " baby," for Philadelphia. 
 She thought she might as well go to Philadelphia 
 as anywhere. And at last, five days, I believe, 
 after the night of horrors, Horace came up be-
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 73 
 
 hind Mabel, as she sat in the piazza with Celia's 
 baby in her arms, put his brown hands on her 
 two cool cheeks, bent over and kissed her, upside 
 down ! And Mabel did not faint away ! 
 
 The next morning Dalrymple wrote to me at 
 considerable length, giving some hint of the 
 story I have been telling, and of his plans for 
 refitting himself and his wife. Here is the end 
 of the letter: 
 
 " While all this goes forward we shall stay 
 here, knowing where we are well off. Poor 
 Mabel really is at home here with these nice 
 people, who are just what you would call clever 
 as kind as they can be. Do you know, as 
 soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Wads- 
 worth's picture, and it proved that the waves had 
 flung her upon one more of what she calls the 
 Harry Wadsworth homes. And I, before this 
 poor skipper I tell you of and I had talked five 
 minutes on the logs there on Pelee Island, watch* 
 ing his little vessel as she ground *o pieces, I 
 found he was one of Wadsworth's men ! What 
 io you think of that? He was a rough cus 
 tomer, but when I said something sympathetic
 
 74 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 about the loss of the vessel, he answered as 
 cheerfully as a bird, evidently knowing that it 
 was all right. I told him he was a philosopher. 
 1 No,' he said, very simply, handing rne back my 
 pipe from which he was lighting his, ' it is not 
 nr philosophy, it is my religion. But I don't 
 like to call it so. Our notion is that a man had 
 better not talk much about his religion, certainly 
 had better not think at all about saving his soul. 
 We think he'd better do what he can to save 
 other people's souls, or if he isn't strong that 
 way, save their bodies, or keep them from the 
 devil, some way ; and forget he has any soul 
 himself, if he can't do better.' 
 
 " Only think, Ingham, of my hearing sucti 
 words of wisdom out on a fresh-water beach, 
 that did not know enough to have the tide rise. 
 'Who do you mean by "we"?' I said. 'Oh,' 
 said he, a little nervously this time, ' a little set 
 of us, who don't care to make any noise about 
 our club ; we call ourselves Harry Wadsworth'a 
 men.' 
 
 "Ingham, I started as if I had been shot 
 Then I was afraid for a minute I was not right 
 in my head, after this dig the axe had given me,
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 75 
 
 But it was quite clear that the man and the iake 
 and the logs were there, and I questioned him 
 further. He made no secret of it; there were 
 thirty or forty of them who had arranged to get 
 together sometimes, in Detroit, to help each other 
 as well as they could, in their charities, which 
 he represented as mere nothings, but which I 
 found afterwards were what the world's people 
 would make quite a fuss about, mostly among 
 emigrants and sailors. This man, Woodberry, 
 said, as simply as he said every thing else, that it 
 was the only way he had ever experienced religion ; 
 that his father and mother were religious people, 
 and he had a brother who was a Baptist minis 
 ter; but that he did not make much of their 
 notions or their way, but that these Wadsworth 
 people pulled him through a hard turn once when 
 they found him sick in a sailor boarding-house, 
 and he had found since that their religion proved 
 a very good religion for him. 
 
 " When we passed through Detroit, he took 
 me round to one of their meetings. It had some 
 of the fuss and form that you and I have seen 
 at lodge, and division, and communication meet 
 ings all the world over ; but it had a perfectly
 
 76 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 healthy tone, was true as truth, and tremendous* 
 ly energetic. There was no vow of secrecy, but 
 great unwillingness to get into the newspaper. 
 When I showed my picture of Wadsworth, I 
 ecame quite a hero. They were glad to hea? 
 of the founder of their club from one side more. 
 Remember that, till that moment, I was in the 
 clothes I swam ashore in. What should you 
 say if I told you that it was the President of 
 the Harry Wadsworth Club who introduced me 
 to the Detroit banker who honored the draft on 
 New York, in which I am at this moment 
 dressed, and with which I am shod and hatted. 
 So much for the photograph. 
 
 " They have told me of three or four other 
 clubs somewhat like their own. But I do not 
 think there is any effort made to form clubs. It 
 is rather an accident as people drift together. I 
 found they knew all your story of the meeting 
 at the funeral, what you call ' Ten times one ia 
 ten.' Some of them were friends of Morton's, 
 some of them had known Professor Widdifield'a 
 scholars. They had a printed list of the 'origi 
 nal ten,' as they called them. I showed them 
 Mrs. Ingham's calendar of the one hundred and
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED. 77 
 
 one people who had had their lives lifted up, and 
 made less selfish in their different ways, a? that 
 man's central influence extended. That pleased 
 them ; they had not, for instance, known any 
 thing about the Kermadeck Islands, nor what 
 had become of you or Mrs. Emerson. I showed 
 them Mrs. Emerson's letter to me, and told them 
 about my visit to Mrs. Merriam. And then one 
 of the statistical brethren proposed a count, 
 whereat a more godly brother quoted Scripture 
 and explained about David's census. None the 
 less did they count up the people they knew and 
 I knew who this day count Harry Wadsworth 
 as personal friend, personal comforter, adviser, 
 and help to them. Ingham, there were one 
 thousand and twenty-three ! 
 
 " I will write you again before we leave here. 
 The house has but three rooms, but they make 
 Us very comfortable. Mabel needs rest, and haa 
 to get clothed again. 
 
 " Truly yours, H. D." 
 
 I read that letter to Polly, and she said, " Ten 
 times a hundred is a thousand. It was only six 
 years ago."
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 
 
 HPHE Harry Wadsworth Club, which first met 
 in the North Colchester station, had enlarged 
 itself, in six years, without knowing it, and 
 without trying to enlarge, to a thousand mem 
 bers. They did not know each other's names, - 
 and there were not many of them who cared to. 
 They had a great many different constitutions. 
 Some were clubs for singing, some were sewing- 
 schools, some were base ball clubs ; and this 
 rather formal one at Detroit, upon which, by good 
 luck, Horace Dalrymple had stumbled, had offi 
 cers, a president, secretary and records, and all 
 that All you could say of these thousand people 
 was that, in six years, the life of that young rail 
 road freight-agent had quickened their lives, had 
 made them less selfish, and less worldly. They 
 lived more for each other and for God, because
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 79 
 
 he had lived, and they knew that he had ren 
 dered them this service. They showed their 
 knowledge of it in different ways, or some of them 
 perhaps did not speak of it at all. Some of the 
 younger and more demonstrative ones had secret 
 breast-pins with H. W. in a cypher on them. 
 Some of the others, like the Morrows, had Har 
 ry's picture framed and hanging on the wall. 
 Some of them, like me, carried it in their hearts, 
 and needed no bit of paper. 
 
 But as I say, in six years the ten had multi 
 plied to a thousand by as simple a process aa 
 this, 
 
 10 X 10 = 100. 100 X 10 = 1000. 
 
 And, at this fascinating point, alas ! I must 
 leave the detail of the story. Indeed, as you see, 
 I have had to leave it already. Of these thousand 
 lives, I have told the story of only four or five, 
 and only a very little part of that. If anybody 
 should tell the story, it would be Horace Dai 
 ry m pie, who with his pretty Mabel travelled up 
 and down America, backwards and forwards, 
 as the Harry Wadsworth people advised him, 
 sent him, or invited him, for three years and 
 more, after that horrible night on the Deerhound,
 
 SO TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 They saw a great deal of beautiful scenery, and 
 I dare say they " were shown " as the penny- 
 a-liners love to say a great many " institu 
 tions." They came out in the South Park in 
 the Rocky Mountains ; and they went to the 
 Middle Park and to the North Park. I do nd 
 know where they did not go. But they did not 
 travel to see " institutions." They did not, in the 
 first instance, go to hunt, or to fish, or to make 
 sketches. They went where one of Harry Wads- 
 worth's men sent them to another. They went 
 from prince to peasant, you would say, only 
 there is never a peasant nor a prince west of the 
 Atlantic, nor east of the Pacific. They went 
 from cabin to palace, and from palace to cabin 
 So they saw what so few travellers see, the 
 home life of the people here. 
 
 These persons they visited did not sit in 
 groups, with their best clothes on, talking about 
 Hairy Wadsworth. Not they! A great many 
 of them did not speak his name in a year, may 
 be did not think of him for a month. " It waa 
 not that," said pretty Mabel to me, when she 
 was fresh from this Sinbad life, "the freema 
 sonry of it was that you found everywhere a
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 8J 
 
 cheerful out-look, a perfect determination to 
 relieve suffering, and a certainty that it could 
 be relieved, a sort of sweetness of disposition, 
 which comes, I think, from the habit of looking 
 across the line, as if death were little or nothing ; 
 and with that, perhaps, a disposition to be social, 
 to meet people more than half way." 
 
 Thus spoke the little Englishwoman ; and 1, 
 in my analytical way, used to the inevitable 
 three heads of the sermon, said to myself, 
 " Humph, that is Mabel's translation of faith, 
 hope, and love." 
 
 Horace and Mabel, after their three years' 
 journey, had found us living in South Boston. 
 We were sitting after dinner one day on the 
 wood-shed behind the house, which served us as 
 a piazza, when Horace laid down his pipe, and 
 asked me if I remembered explaining to him 
 the way in which people dispersed over the 
 United States, so that the census shows that 
 each State is made up from the children of all 
 I had forgotten it, but he recalled it to me. 
 
 " That was what first set me on this journey,'* 
 eaid he, " which has carried us so far. Now the 
 queer thing about it is, that it is no special law 
 6
 
 82 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 of your country, this dispersion and radiation ; it 
 is a law of all modern civilization." 
 
 " Of course it is," said I. 
 
 " Of course it is," said he. " Here is this Con 
 necticut pinmaker." And he took out from hii 
 pocket-book a bit of green paper, evidently torn 
 from a paper of pins, on which the man said 
 t'jat he was "pinmaker for the people of the 
 United States, and for exportation to all parts of 
 the world." " Now, that," said Horace, " is wha 
 you call a piece of buncombe ; but, for all that 
 it is true. The old statement is true, that if you 
 import into Russia a bottle of champagne or a 
 piece of broadcloth, you import liberal ideas 
 there as truly as if you imported Tom Paine 
 Commerce is no missionary to carry more o 
 better than you have at home. But what you 
 have at home, be it gospel or be it drunkenness, 
 commerce carries the world over. As what's- 
 his-name said, the walking-beam of Livingstone a 
 steam-launch preached as well as Livingstone, 
 and a good many more people heard it." 
 
 "It would not have said much if Livingstone 
 had not been there," said I, a little emstilv. 
 
 " Don't be sore, padre," said Horace. " No-
 
 TEN 1IMES A THOUSAND. 83 
 
 Dody said it would. But you see Livingstone 
 was there. That is just what I am saying. And 
 there are Livingstones all over this world, who 
 are not acquainted with the Royal Geographical 
 Society. As we came on from New York last 
 night, after Mabel turned in, I got out this note 
 book, and I added up the number of men and 
 women who belong to these different Wadsworth 
 clubs, who have travelled or settled in different 
 parts of this world. Just look at them." 
 
 Sure enough I found Horace, who was 
 always a better acting adjutant than he was any 
 thing else, true to his nature, had entered in 
 close columns, forty lines to a page, the people 
 that any of the Harry Wadsworth people re 
 garded as being really in earnest in relieving the 
 suffering of the world, and getting the world out 
 of the mud. " There's a sort of law of average 
 about it," said Harry. " Every now and then 
 a member dies. Then I make a red star, so, 
 against him. But, on the average, you find that 
 every working man, or especially every working 
 woman in one of these lodges, or clubs, or sing 
 ing-schools, is represented at the end of three 
 years' time by ten persons whom he has started
 
 84 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 on a better kind of life than he was leading 
 belore. When I was with these people at De 
 troit after I got my head knocked open, we 
 counted up a little more than a thousand, of 
 what they called, in their stately way, ' affiliated 
 members.' Your wife, here, was one of thur 
 * affiliated members.' But I have got here, now, 
 in three years' more time, see here," and 
 he turned over page after page of his crowded 
 note-book. At the end was i rough count 
 10,140. " That is what three y 3ars have made 
 of one thousand and twenty-three, so far as we 
 know. Of course, a great many of them are 
 wholly out of our sight." 
 
 Little Pauline, who is an enthusiast about 
 Harry Wadsworth, though she never saw him, 
 clapped her hands with delight, as Horace said 
 this, and cried out, " TEN TIMES ONE THOUSAND 
 
 IS TEN THOUSAND." 
 
 "Do yeu learn that at the Lincoln School?" 
 said Horace, with approval. " I shall have to 
 put you on my register, I believe. But what I 
 was saying, Ingham, is this : Here are underlined 
 with blue all the seafaring men in this list. See 
 how many. With red are all the Englishmen,
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 85 
 
 Scotchmen, Germans, and the rest, whose homes 
 are likely to be in any part of Europe, see 
 here, and here. With green are marked the 
 Asiatics: people at Calcutta, there's a man at 
 Singapore, all these are Japanese men. And 
 these, underscored with black, there are fifty- 
 one even of them, are in Africa; you would 
 say it was impossible. But what with Algiers, 
 Alexandria, Zanzibar, the Cape, and a good 
 many men and women who went to Liberia, 
 Harry Wadsworth and his loving life are rep 
 resented, so far as that, in Africa." 
 
 Then Horace went on to say, that for himseli 
 his travelling was over. The people at home 
 were wild to see Mabel and her baby. The child 
 himself was weaned, and he should finally " set 
 tle down " with the two. " I can do as much at 
 home in renewing this worlo^ and bringing in 
 the kingdom," said he, " as if the Arapahoes were 
 scalping me. And I foresee that my mission 
 ground is Norfolk, which I did not suspect when 
 you and 1 were in Calabria. What I have to 
 say now is this, that in Norfolk I shall constitute 
 myself the assistant adjutant, for that quarter 
 of the world, of these Wadsworth people. I
 
 86 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 mean to keep up the list of these whom I hav 
 marked with red. If I write one letter every 
 morning and one every evening to them, and 
 four every Sunday, I can write in three years 
 twenty-five hundred letters to one part of Euiope 
 and to another. I mean to find out, before three 
 years are over, what the radiating influence of 
 one Christian life is, in a quarter of the world 
 which the man never saw who lived that life." 
 
 We were talking this over, when we met the 
 others at tea. Mabel was full of it. She really 
 knew the Coffins who had gone to Sweden and 
 the Wentworths who were at Dresden, and I 
 know not how many more she meant to write 
 letters to, and get information. Mary Throop 
 was taking tea with us. One of the real steady- 
 going people she, capable of immense enthu 
 siasm, all the more, because she never shows any, 
 no, though you put her on the rack and pull 
 her tendons asunder, the approved way of 
 awaking enthusiasm. She looked over Dairy m- 
 ple's book with approbation, nodded silently 
 once and again, understood it all the better 
 because no one explained it to her, smiled her 
 approval as she gave it back, and said, " I am
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 87 
 
 going to get a book. I am going to take 
 Asia." 
 
 " Will you ? " cried Horace, exultant. " I had 
 not supposed anybody else would care any thing 
 about doing it. But if you only will ! You 
 bee, my dear Miss Mary, it is not the glorifying 
 of this young man, that is the last thing anybody 
 wants to do. It is that any life as noble as his 
 and as pure as his never dies; and that his 
 power to lift up the world is always going on ! " 
 
 Yes: Mary Throop saw that too. She had 
 not enlisted herself for any work of mutual 
 admiration. She wanted to register the real 
 diffusive power of right and truth and love and 
 life. She would do her share. 
 
 Horace thought a moment and said, " If you 
 really will take Asia, I know who will take 
 Africa. Mabel, do you not remember that great 
 black man on the railroad from Memphis ? Here 
 is his name, Fergus Jamiesson. He will take 
 Africa. He had been up the Niger. He had a 
 passion for statistics. And I have his card 
 somewhere. We can have the whole world. 
 For there is nothing the Detroit men will like 
 better than to keep up America. I r vill write
 
 bb TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 to-night to Taylor and to Wagner. They have 
 the statistical passion there also." 
 
 " For my part," said Polly, " I detest writing 
 Betters to people I never saw. I believe you 
 men like it, because you did it in the army, 
 and you thought King Bornba was beaten when 
 you had emptied a pigeon-hole by putting all 
 the papers into big envelopes, and writing on 
 the outside ' Respectfully referred to Major 
 Pendennis.' 
 
 " For my part," continued she, " I had rathei 
 he children should spend their money on a grab- 
 Dag at a fair, than bring me home a parcel of 
 letters from the fair post-office, that were written 
 at a venture, from somebody to nobody, to be 
 posted nowhere, because they were good for 
 nothing." 
 
 Mabel laughed and said, " Amen, amen. But 
 you see, dear Polly," said she, " or you shall 
 see, that these letters of ours are written by 
 somebody of flesh and blood, to somebody of 
 blood and flesh, with something in them and 
 going to Sweden, mine are." 
 
 " Humph," said Polly incredulously, " they 
 will take the express train back to Weeden sta-
 
 TEN TIMES A THOUSAND. 89 
 
 tion when they get there." But Mabel only 
 laughed the louder, said she should write her 
 first letter then and there ; that Mary Throop 
 should write hers and that Horace should write 
 his. 
 
 " And Polly," said I, " shall pay the postage, 
 out of our rag-money." 
 
 So the three first letters in this gigantic corre 
 spondence were written that night in our sitting 
 room in D Street. They were read, criticised, 
 postscripts added, and then forwarded; and so 
 the second half of the formation of the Club 
 began.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 EUliOPE, ASIA, AFRICA, AND THE ISLES OF Tttl 
 OCEAN. 
 
 'VT'ES, it is true that the next three years of thia 
 history become a little less determinate. 
 
 There is less of that " realism," as the critics 
 it, which the critics so much dislike, because it 
 makes you sure that what you read is true, in 
 stead of being bookish, and in general improb 
 able or unreal, as the critics think all truly good 
 writing should be. You see it was on the 24th 
 of March, 1870, that Dalrymple and his pretty 
 wife left our house to take the City of Brussels for 
 Queenstown and Liverpool, and from that day 
 to this day I have never seen their faces more. 
 Also Mary Throop has never been in D Street 
 again. As for Fergus Jamiesson, I never saw 
 him, far less the Detroit corresponding secreta 
 ries. What I am now to tell, therefore, of the 
 three years between 1870 and 1873, I am to
 
 EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, ETC. 91 
 
 compile from statistics, files of letters, and the 
 law of general averages ; and it will have much 
 more the vague air of ordinary history, therefore, 
 than the truth truly told ever does, from which, 
 as you know, ordinary history is indefinitely 
 removed. 
 
 Sparing you the detail, then, in which pro 
 phecy and history fail alike, here is the sum of 
 the story. Of the TEN THOUSAND Dalrymple had 
 the names of I know not how many hundreds 
 of men and women, who from this cosmopolitan 
 country of ours had carried Harry Wadsworth's 
 name or his picture, or his printed letters, to one 
 or another part of Europe, or if not these, had 
 carried the spirit of his life there. They had 
 what the Detroit men called the four corner 
 stones, and in Detroit had painted on four slabs 
 in their lodge-house : " They " looked up and 
 not down," " they did not talk of themselves," 
 rt they always lent a hand," and " they were not 
 afraid to die." Yes, and they knew, but for 
 Harry Wadsworth, they would have thought 
 more of themselves, would have been brooding 
 and regretting, would have been slower to 
 help, and would have clung tighter to life.
 
 92 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 With these eight hundred, more or less, men 
 and women, Horace and Mabel began their cor 
 respondence : three letters a day, counting hers, 
 and five or six every Sunday. Well for them 
 that postage was coming lower, but they sold 
 their foreign stamps for the benefit of the cause. 
 That was an economy Mrs. Haliburton taught 
 them. 
 
 Well ! a great many letters never were an 
 swered, perhaps a third part But on the othet 
 hand, it proved at once that there were in Europe 
 already many more of the apostles, as Dalrym- 
 ple began to call them, than he and Mabel had 
 any idea of. They had to open new books, with 
 much wider margins, and much more space be 
 tween the lines. Iron-men had not been ironing 
 in Sweden without carrying there the old Cron- 
 stadt lore ; railroad men did not go to Russia 
 without carrying there the North Colchester 
 traditions ; young artists did not paint in Rome 
 without talking to their model boys, brigands or 
 beggars, as it might happen, in the spirit with 
 which Harry talked to Will Corcoran and the 
 Tidd boys. Nay, Horace even went down into 
 Calabria and established an order there among
 
 EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, ETC. 93 
 
 people as black as the most veritable Carbonari; 
 and he was fond of saying that he found there 
 some Italians, who remembered the padre CoJ 
 onel Ingham, and who had not forgotten what 
 * had told them, in my wretched way, of Harry. 
 I think Mabel was most touched, when, as 
 they were coming home through Thuringia, and 
 had stopped on her account for a day or two, at 
 the smallest and least pretentious inn that ever 
 escaped from being put into Murray, the tidy girl 
 who fried the trout, made the bread, smoothed 
 the pillows, brushed away the flies, and in the 
 evening played on the guitar, proved to speak 
 English, and proved to have learned it at Mani- 
 towoc, in Wisconsin. Mabel was so far Western 
 ised by this time, that she clave to the German 
 girl as to a sister, more, I am afraid, for the 
 flesh is weak, than if the girl had been a bar-maid 
 in Norwich or in Aylsham, rather nearer Mabel's 
 home than Manitowoc was. Be this as it may 
 they sisterized at once. Mabel talked Wiscon 
 sin to her, and she talked of the Lakes to Ma 
 bel, broken English and broken German got 
 cemented together ; and before they were done, 
 the Fraulein had produced a Harry- Wadsworth
 
 94 TEN TIMEd ONE IS TEN. 
 
 breast-pin ! They hau had a little church there 
 in Wisconsin, back twenty miles from the lake, 
 where one of WiddifiekTs men was the minister! 
 And this girl also had learned " to look forward 
 and not backward, to look up and not down, to 
 look out and not in," and to " lend a hand." 
 And when she came back to Thuringia, in the 
 little guest-house there, she had organized a 
 chorus of peasant-girls, who met her once a week, 
 and read their Bibles together, and sung together, 
 and knitted together, and four times a year gave 
 away the stockings they knit to the old women 
 in the charcoal huts, the witches of seven 
 generations ago, and they did this in memory 
 of Harry! So far that little candle threw its 
 beams ! They showed her the copy of " Frank 
 Leslie," which had the picture of the dedication 
 of the Wads worth Library Hall in Pioneer, 
 Missouri. 
 
 But I said I would not run into detail. Nor 
 will I even cumber the page by the nicely ruled 
 table Dalrymple made up for me three years 
 after he left us. I had enough rather copy 
 scraps from Mabel's crossed letters. She wrote 
 freely to us, and did not count those letters
 
 EUROPE, ASIA, AFEICA, ETC 90 
 
 among the official ones. But I will not do that. 
 Nor will I ask you to follow Mary Throop 
 through the mazes of her Asiatic correspond 
 ence. Queer stamps she got, with her Singa 
 pore mails, and her Assam distribution offices, 
 and Galle and Shanghae and Petropaulowsky, 
 and End-of-the-earth in general. Nor will I 
 offend the proprieties by copying the very in 
 different spelling of Fergus Jamiesson, writing 
 from Monrovia, nor explain the great difficul 
 ties of his inland correspondence. Far less will 
 I try to condense within these waning pages 
 the full and triumphant statistics compiled by 
 the recording and corresponding secretaries, and 
 the staffs of assistant correspondents and assist 
 ant recorders of the Detroit central " Office of 
 Registration." Do not we all remember George 
 Canning's words ? "I can prove any thing by 
 statistics, except the truth." So we will let 
 the statistics go, accepting only the results. 
 
 For, about the time I got Dalrymple's elabo 
 rate letter of his three years' observation in 
 Europe, Jainiesson's from Monrovia came. Be 
 fore long, there appeared an immense printed 
 document from Detroit, and then we wrote to
 
 W6 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Mary for her Asiatic statistics. Queer enough, 
 the old law Held ! In three years, everybody 
 who cared for this dissemination, by personal 
 love and personal work, of the spirit of an un 
 selfish life, had found some nine, ten, or eleven 
 people like himself. The average ran at ten, aa 
 it had done. And when Pauline, who was now 
 a big child, added up all the columns, they came 
 out, under this eternal law, 107,413. " TEN 
 
 TIMES TEN THOUSAND IS A HUNDRED THOUSAND!" 
 
 That was the one remark which Pauline volun 
 teered on the occasion.
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND 
 
 A ND so my story is well-nigh done. Not 
 because there is no more to tell, but be 
 cause there is so much to tell. Anybody can 
 count the seed-leaves on an elm-tree the year it 
 starts, but Dr. Gray and Mr. Peirce are the only 
 people I ever heard of who computed the leaves 
 on the Washington Elm ; and the man to whom 
 they told the sum forgot whether there were a 
 million or ten million, because neither the word 
 million nor the words ten million gave him much 
 idea or meaning. I could tell you how Harry 
 Wadsworth made the first ten what they were, 
 but I could only hint of the way the first ten 
 helped the first hundred. I could only pick out 
 one story of the work of the first hundred, and 
 tf the first thousand I know I have told you 
 nothing. But nothing dies which deserves to 
 live. Fifteen years after he was dead, we loved
 
 98 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 him all the same ; and every true word he 
 spoke went over the world with all the same 
 power, though it did happen to be spoken in 
 the language of the Ngambes by a chief of the 
 Barotse to a woman of Sesheke. Wildfire does 
 lot stop of itself; and when a hundred thou 
 sand blades of grass are really on fire, it does not 
 stop easily. So the next three years from this 
 count of Pauline's proved. 
 
 Dalrymple had also had to appoint secretaries 
 for France, Southern Italy, Northern Italy, and 
 the rest. His polyglot was not very good, and 
 he said different nations had different ways. So 
 it was in Jamiesson's continent also, Kilimane 
 and Sesheke, Ossuan and Jinga, there were 
 many languages, many methods, little writing, 
 and no mails. But love worked wonders easily 
 in that African blood, and Jamiesson had most 
 extraordinary stories from traders, and camel- 
 drivers, and boatmen, and ivory carriers, and 1 
 know not whom. In Asia they got things going 
 with their own Asiatic fervor, and they went 
 forward with a rush when they were started 
 All religions have begun there, and our co-oper 
 ation in true life, which was no new religion,
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 99 
 
 but only a little additional vigor with a little 
 more simplicity in the old, was at home on the 
 old soil. And here in America, I need not tell 
 how many forms of organization and of refusal 
 to organize, how many statements, platforms, 
 movements, combinations, head centres, middle 
 centres, and centre centres, would develop in 
 three years. 
 
 What pleased me in it all was this, that, 
 nobody, so far as I could find out, got swept 
 away with the folly of counting noses. Nobody 
 seemed to think he was subduing the world, 
 because he was in a correspondence bureau and 
 kept count of those who subdued. I do not 
 believe anybody gave more time to the corre 
 spondence than Horace did, a letter before 
 breakfast, and another as he went to bed, per 
 haps half an hour a day. On the other hand, 
 I am perfectly sure that Horace was ten times 
 a man, because he was thus thrown into outside 
 relations. What does the third " plank " say, 
 but " Look out rather than in." It was near the 
 end of these three years that they made an attack 
 on us, Horace and Mabel, and insisted that our 
 four oldest girls should make them a visit. We
 
 100 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN 
 
 said it was nonsense, but the girls did not 
 thin* so, and after many obstacles set up by 
 me, Horace and Mabel and the four girls con 
 quered ; and, trampling over my body, Alice, 
 Bertha, Clara, and PauJne, all sailed for Eng 
 land, went to Norfolk, and made a most lovely 
 summer visit there. Horace took them up into 
 Scotland, and they tried salmon-fishing there, 
 all of them, Mabel and all, went to the Lakes 
 together, and they slopped with their water- 
 colors there ; but the very best of all was at 
 home. That was so homelike, so English, and 
 so lovely. I think Mabel's father, in his heart 
 of hearts, thought that these four girls were the 
 most extraordinary things which Horace had 
 ever sent home from his wanderings; that no 
 stuffed kangaroo, or no living emu of his boy 
 hood, equalled these four adventurous living 
 specimens. But none the less did he come over 
 daily to the house to see what could be done 
 that day for their amusement. And Horace's 
 own father, as the girls by one accord declared, 
 was "just lovely." 
 
 Of which visit, let them write the history, in 
 this place only this is to be noted : that except-
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 101 
 
 ing when Pauline went bodily into Horace's 
 den, and compelled him to show her "Wadsworth 
 letters, they hardly saw or heard any thing of 
 the secretary's duties as secretary. What they 
 did see was the eager, cheerful life of a consci 
 entious gentleman in the midst of a large ten 
 antry. They saw farms in perfect order ; they 
 saw laborers with the lines of promotion open ; 
 they went into schools of cheerful, bright, in 
 telligent children, well taught and thriving ; they 
 saw all the time that Horace was lifting where 
 he stood ; and that by Swaffham in Norfolk, he 
 was driving out the King Bombas of that region 
 quite as effectually as he drove out another 
 King Bomba from Calabria. His vocation was 
 that of an English land-proprietor, compelling 
 deserts to blossom and bear fruit ; his avocation 
 was so near to it, that it was hard to discrimi 
 nate. It was the making the men who worked 
 on his estates to be more manly, and the lifting 
 up their children's lives ; yes, and without theii 
 knowing it also, the farmers who only paid him. 
 rent, and the laborers whom they hired, and their 
 children also, were lifted up in the general reno 
 vation. These were the vocation and the avo-
 
 102 TEN TIMES ON.E IS TEN. 
 
 cation. For a little " Third," as he called it, 
 a pastime of his dressing-room, he kept up 
 the correspondence with such Englishmen aa 
 believed in the four cardinal points, and were 
 trying to make other people live by them. 
 
 Norfolk, Norfolk, Norfolk, always Norfolk, 
 with its dear English names, Swaffham and 
 Cockley and Aylsham, and I know not where 
 not, are the burden of the girls' tales of this 
 celebrated English visit. But the end of it is 
 the part which specially belongs in this history 
 of mine ; namely, the expedition they all made to 
 Baden-Baden. A queer place, you would have 
 said, for Horace and Mabel actually to start for, 
 having no other object than to entertain four 
 country cousins, that is, my four girls. But 
 you say this because you do not know that the 
 Prime Minister, and indeed half the government, 
 and the Crown Prince himself, were, at this time, 
 all enthusiasts for " the four cardinal points " 
 named above; and had, long before, painted 
 these statements of them, in letters of gold on 
 the four sides of the Kursaal, where you, Mr. 
 Chips, remember losing five hundred rouleaux 
 the night before you left for home : lk Sursura
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 103 
 
 corda," u vorwiirts nicht ruckwarts," " avrws ov 
 ouvrov" and " lend a hand." This was the way 
 they rendered the four legends, which Detroit 
 had been satisfied to print in our vernacular. I 
 need not say that the whole gambling business 
 was at an end ; but though they were virtuous, 
 there were cakes still, and what took the place 
 of ale. The government younger men than 
 you and I remember in Baden were all of them 
 enthusiasts, and all of them aesthetic. They 
 declared that they would show that Baden-Baden 
 without high play could be made more attractive 
 than Baden-Baden with it: they gave the four 
 " cardinal points " for the secrets of the attraction, 
 and certainly they succeeded. The drama of 
 Weimar was never better than theirs ; the out 
 door life of Baden-Baden itself, in its tawdry 
 days, was never as luxurious as this was now , 
 the fine art of Munich was more grandiose, but 
 not half so lovely as this ; and, what with pretty 
 girls, enthusiastic artists, an opera beyond re 
 proach, the perfection of comedy, the most 
 agreeable men in Europe and the most attractive 
 women, the people who came there managed 
 to live without rouge et noir, at least my girls 
 did
 
 104 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 But they did not go there for mere agreeable 
 living. It was, as we know, rather more than 
 eighteen years since that meeting of ten of us, 
 in the North Colchester station house. It was 
 three years since, as I told you, Pauline added 
 up her " hundred thousand " of the multiples of 
 that original ten. And at the end of the eighteen 
 years, the Crown Prince had determined to call 
 together privately a Conferenz of corresponding 
 secretaries ; not, as he said in his circular, for the 
 purpose of making any plans, for, as he sup 
 posed, the great merit of our movement was that 
 it never had any plans, but that the secretaries 
 might know each other by sight, and, at least, 
 have the satisfaction of shaking hands. " If 
 they did nothing else," said the Crown Prince, 
 " they could show each other how they kept their 
 record-books." So they assembled, and for 
 four of Horace's suite I can testify that, as we 
 say down East, " they had an excellent time." 
 But it was the queerest assembly that ever came 
 together in that Kursaal. 
 
 Sailors from the Levantine ports, old long- 
 robed men from Poland, who looked like Shylock 
 but were very unlike him, cloth-men from the
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND. 105 
 
 depths of Germany, quiet Spanish scholars from 
 the university cities, two quaint-looking school 
 masters from Holland, and nice stout men, who, 
 Alice is sure, were burgomasters. Then among 
 all this white trash, you might see Jamiesson 
 himself, great quiet black man, a little over 
 dressed, and his crew of all colors, camel-drivers, 
 pottery-men, wool merchants, cadis, and muftis. 
 Mary Throop was there, looking in the face, for 
 the first time, beys and effendis, with whose 
 autographs she had been long acquainted, and 
 talking, with smiles and with gestures, to people 
 who spoke " Central Tartary" and " Turkey-in- 
 Asia," but of other lingo knew none. All, save a 
 herd of black-coated Americans, looked like a 
 fancy ball, as Clara said, of a thousand people who 
 still moved about as if they had all breakfasted 
 together and were entirely confident in each 
 other, and were never to part from each other 
 again. At the first meeting, two or three hun 
 dred out of the thousand had each his record- 
 book under his arm ; and, on the old faded green 
 of the tables, left in memoriam, you would see 
 a Spaniard trying to explain to a Pole about 
 his totals, his gratifying coincidences, and hit
 
 106 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 surprises, holding up his fingers by way of 
 count, and the Pole bowing, and sympathizing, 
 and saying, "Ah!" and " aussi," under the im 
 pression that "aussi" was Spanish for "yes." 
 It was very funny to the eye, for it was the 
 Tower of Babel backwards. It was all lan 
 guages and peoples united again under the 
 empire of love. 
 
 No! They would not have any meeting for 
 speech-making, lest they should get into the old 
 ruts. Only, on the day fixed for the first assem 
 bling, the Crown Prince made one very satisfac 
 tory speech, with occasional quotations of the four 
 mottoes, pointing to them, which was cheered 
 loudly by those who did not understand it, and 
 equally loudly by those that did. Then, instead 
 of the usual forlornity of a convention, they all 
 fell to talking together, and a charming buzz 
 arose. Dark-eyed secretaries from Bulgaria wer 
 seen talking to blonde secretaries with curls from 
 the neighborhood of Fort Scott, in Kansas; a 
 very business-like secretary from Oshkosh was 
 caught talking, behind a door, with a very pretty 
 Circassian secretary who had brought her book 
 all the way from Hirnry. The result cf a week's
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND 10? 
 
 rapid talking, with drives, and walks, and con 
 certs, and picnics, was very great mutual confi 
 dence and regard among the secretaries, more, 
 as Pauline thought, and as Mabel agreed, than 
 if they had all sat on uncomfortable settees eight 
 hours a day for a week, and had discussed some 
 resolutions that nobody cared a very great deal 
 for. Only then there would have been so much 
 more to put in the newspapers ! And what is 
 life good for, if you cannot put it into the news 
 papers ? 
 
 Meanwhile, the secretary of state was at work 
 with a detail of clerks furnished him by the 
 home department ; and the different secretaries 
 brought in their books to him, and their totals 
 were transcribed and added, and put into all 
 sorts of tables, in the most admirable way, so as 
 to look quite as dull as, in reality, the miraclevS 
 they described were exciting. And the result of 
 the whole was, that in the three last years the 
 movement had gained TENFOLD ! Each indi 
 vidual member seemed, on the average, to have 
 brought in ten new members, or BO nearly ten, 
 that 1he deaths in three years were made good, 
 with nine members more. The grand total
 
 108 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 increased the 107,413 members of three years 
 before to 1,081,729! So soon as this was 
 proved, a royal salute was fired from the old 
 batteries. And, that evening, the coirt-band 
 performed for the first time a magnificent new 
 symphony, by the great Rud jlphssen himself, of 
 which the theme was Zehn Mai Eins ist Zehrk 
 which was received with rapture by all who at 
 all appreciated classical music. I am sorry to 
 say some of the Chinese secretaries did not. 
 But as there was not room for them to sit down, 
 they walked in the gardens in the moonlight 
 Of all which glories Bertha wrote full accounts 
 to us, winding up, in immense letters, with what 
 was everybody's motto and badge at Baden- Ba 
 den, 
 
 TEN TIMES A HUNDRED THOUSAND IS A MILLION.
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 
 
 A ND so after a little of Switzerland, and a 
 dash at Rome and at Naples, my girls came 
 Vome No: no matter what secretaries they 
 had met, that is not part of the story. It had 
 certainly been the most curious convention that 
 ever was held ; with no speeches except this by 
 the Crown Prince, and, instead of Resolutions, 
 nothing but a Symphony. A convention which 
 ended in a symphony ! Nothing but a symphony ! 
 As I heard Kate who had been to Trinity for 
 she knew what say, bitterly disappointed, tha- 
 there was " nothing but prayers " there ; and 
 as the pretty Baroness Thompson when she 
 returned from her wedding-tour, when they 
 had arrived at Niagara too late for the hops at 
 the hotels, told me that there was nothing at 
 Niagara but water! A convention with nothing 
 but a symphony ! But not so bad a convention 
 after all
 
 110 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 For it sent all these secretaries home well 
 convinced that there was much more in the 
 movement than figures ; and that they and the 
 cause they loved were lost if it were shipwrecked 
 on statistics ; that dear Harry Wadsworth 
 himself would be dissatisfied, even in heaven, if 
 he thought one of them was getting betrayed 
 into preferring a method to the reality. " Love 
 is the whole," said the Piscataquis Secretary to 
 me, as he stopped at No. 9, with some letters 
 from the girls ; and I know he went down to 
 his camp of lumbermen more resolved than 
 ever to lend a hand, and some very noble 
 things we heard from that lumber camp before 
 the next year had gone by. 
 
 But I have forsworn detail. You see we are 
 rushing to the end ! From this great Conferenz 
 the story of the movement is indeed mixed up 
 with the larger history of the world. It was 
 onlj then that for the first time many in the 
 movement, and many out of it, knew that there 
 was any movement at all. A stone is thrown 
 into the water, but who ever knows where or if 
 the sixth circle strikes the meadow-grass on the 
 shore ?
 
 THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. Ill 
 
 Nor did we hear of any Conferenz or Con 
 vention three years after, till it was too late 
 for us. We went on in our quiet way. Life 
 Was purer and simpler and less annoyed to us, 
 because constantly, now, we met with near and 
 dear friends whom we had not known a day 
 before, and who looked up and not down, looked 
 out and not in, looked forward and not back 
 ward,, and were ready to lend a hand. Life 
 seemed simpler to them, and it is my belief that, 
 to all of us, in proportion as we bothered less 
 about cultivating ourselves, and were willing to 
 spend and be spent for that without us, above 
 us, and before us, life became infinite and this 
 world became heaven. 
 
 But there was a Conferenz, though we did 
 not know of it beforehand; without taking 
 down the dictionary I cannot tell what they 
 called it It was in one of the South-Sea Isl 
 ands, set a-going by some of George Button's 
 Kermadeck people. They could not go to Baden- 
 Baden, of course ; and I believe the whole Pacific 
 Ocean had had but two representatives there. 
 Their oanoes could not double Cape Horn, they 
 said. But when they heard the accounts of
 
 112 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Baden-Baden, they all said that, for all its glories, 
 it was still true, as Mr. Morris had made out, 
 that the earthly paradise was in their own 
 beautiful ocean, Pacific Ocean indeed, if any 
 one understood the sublime prophecy in which 
 it was named. So the Beche-la-mer people, and 
 the seal-fishers, and the Nootka Sounders, and 
 the birds'-nest men, and all sorts of Alexander 
 Selkirks, and Swiss Families, and Peter Wilkin- 
 Bes, and Crusoes without a name, all the 
 Judds and Bishop Selwyns and Pitcairns Isl 
 anders fell to corresponding with each other, and 
 organized their own celebration of the seventh 
 triennial anniversary of the original club meet 
 ing. It was to be held on Christmas Island, for 
 the name was of good omen ; and, as near as 
 they could figure, that was near the centre of 
 the Pacific, and on the whole equally convenient 
 and inconvenient to everybody, like a well- 
 placed school-house in the school district of a 
 country town. Great correspondence they had 
 with other secretaries, and great temptations 
 they offered of bread-fruit and poe, and cocoa- 
 nuts, and bananas, with actually unlimited sup 
 plies of guava jelly, to any who were carnally
 
 THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 113 
 
 minded, if they would come. Great efforts they 
 made to get some of the " original ten," and 
 with such success that the Widow Corcoran 
 went, and one of the Tidd boys, and Widdi- 
 field, and great heroes, I can tell you, they 
 were too. And in every sort of craft the ocean 
 bears did the delegates from different groupa 
 arrive; from groups with names, and groups 
 without them. As by those ocean currents the 
 original cocoanuts were borne wafted in their 
 husky boats; and every seed and every egg that 
 has been needed since for the food of man 01 
 beast, so the delegates or secretaries came 
 north, came south, came east, and came west, to 
 Christmas Island. And they held high festival 
 there for many days. George Dutton was there, 
 evidently no day older than he was when in 
 California he ran for his life. Widdifield 
 met college pupils of his, whom he had not 
 seen since he preached in Newark in New Jer- 
 feey. Mrs. Corcoran met some people from the 
 Old Country who had been living in Honolulu 
 for twenty years ; but on conversation it proved 
 that from their old home in Ballykeir they could 
 see Stevie's Mount in the sunrise, which she,
 
 Li.4 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Mrs. Corcoran, always saw in the sunset, 
 as a little girl, she came and went in Ballytui- 
 lah ; and, though neither of them had ever gone 
 to Stevie's Mount, by going round the world, 
 they had met here on Easter day on Christmas 
 Island. Strong representations from Japan were 
 there, of those charming, mild-spoken, gentle 
 manly noblemen, and in the ardor of the move 
 ment some of them had ventured to bring their 
 sisters and their wives. 
 
 And there, too, they had their symphonies in 
 their own kind, though not after the fashion 
 of the court-band of Carlsruhe. Symphonies in 
 dancing, symphonies in canoes on still water be 
 hind guardian reefs, symphonies whispered in 
 the ear, symphonies spoken in prayer to God by 
 great congregations ; there was no want of 
 symphonies, and no want of harmony, though 
 there was not a resolution or programme or pre- 
 amblr printed or voted for, nor so much as a 
 cornet-a-piston on the whole Island. The secre 
 taries had their books, tappa books and books 
 of rice paper, books of cotton, books of seal 
 skin, books from America ruled by Leveridge 
 and Stratton's compound, patent, self-adjusting,
 
 THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 115 
 
 double combination ruling machine, and long 
 rolls of parchment which some Muftis brought 
 from beyond Muscat. And speculative secreta 
 ries and calculating secretaries lay for days with 
 their books under fronds of giant ferns, twenty 
 feet high, yes, just as lovingly as the fairies 
 lie under the maiden's-hair in the spring pasture, 
 and calculated and copied, subtracted, trans 
 ferred, cancelled, and added. Immense corre 
 spondence they opened from absent secretaries, 
 and then calculated more, made more transfers, 
 and added more. Then they filed the letters, and 
 went off to their dancing, or talking, or story-tell 
 ing. Then the next day they met and calculated 
 again, and more boats and ships brought more 
 letters. And after two or three weeks the whole 
 was put in the proper tables, and the great law, 
 " Ten Times One is Ten," was verified again. 
 In only three years from the Conferenz at Baden- 
 Baden it was made certain that the movement 
 was represented by at least 10,934,1 27 members. 
 There was immense jollification at the announce 
 ment, a great international feast of two finger 
 and three finger poe, with roast-beef, beche-la 
 mer, birds' nests, and guava jelly, ad libitum*
 
 116 TEN TIMES ONE 13 TEN. 
 
 And when all had well feasted, George sent off 
 his own lovely clipper yacht, the " Harry Wads- 
 worth," which had long before taken the place of 
 the shattered canoe, with a skipper who cracked 
 o i day and night to Hawaii, and telegraphed 
 to the four continental secretaries only these 
 words : " Ten million nine hundred and thirty- 
 four thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven." 
 " Only these and nothing more." And the next 
 morning, all over the world where there were 
 newspapers, in the head line of the " Personal " 
 in the leading journals of the towns where were 
 secretaries, there appeared in full-face italic cap- 
 tals these words only, understood by the elect, if 
 oy no others : 
 
 <VEN TIMES A MILLION IS TEN MILLION. 
 
 That was the way in which the Christmas 
 Island meeting and its results were first an 
 nounced to me and to Polly. We had been at 
 No. 9 for four or five months, and by misfor- 
 ome all our letters from the Kerrnadeck Islands 
 had gone to D Street in Washington, because 
 the Kermadeckers had neglected to put " SoutQ 
 Boston " on them. Then they had been sent
 
 THE CONFERENZ AT CHRISTMAS ISLAND. 117 
 
 back from the dead-letter office to the Island ; and 
 when Dutton got home from the festival, he found 
 them there. Perhaps it did not make rm-ch dif 
 ference, as I suppose none of us could have 
 gone. But we should have been glad tt make 
 our own decision
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 
 
 OO the end comes of course. For when ten 
 million people have determined that the 
 right thing shall come to pass in this world, 
 having a good God on their side, they will 
 always be found to have their own way. For 
 reasons I have explained, the history becomes 
 more vague. For we have now come to the 
 period between 1879 and 1882, and the files of 
 newspapers for that period, let us be thankful, 
 are comparatively few. It was in the fall of 
 1879 that they gathered together under the fern 
 leaves on Christmas Island. 
 
 But this ten million despatch gave spirit to all 
 parties. And, over all the world, many a man 
 and woman who had been talking prose all their 
 lives, and doing very commonplace things, began 
 to learn the great lessons, that it is in the long- 
 run much better to talk prose than to talk poetry,
 
 TEN TIME3 TEN MILLION. 119 
 
 and that he who does commonplace things well 
 may be mastering the world. With the ten 
 million despatch, I should say, there came for 
 the first time the feeling that even by prose and 
 by commonplace the world might be saved. 
 
 And, for three years more, the three years 
 between 1879 and 1882, the ten million people, 
 each in his own home, were doing just what 
 Harry himself did in the beginning. Only they 
 had the feeling, now, that something was coming 
 to pass which he never dreamed of, nor the Club 
 of Ten, nor the Detroit Club. They did not 
 put the " movement" into the newspaper; there 
 was no "movement" to put in, more than, 
 there was when Harry gave the Widow Corco 
 ran her chips in the wood-shed. Still the great 
 fact of the existence of the ten million could not 
 well be kept out of the newspapers. And with 
 out dwelling on this period, I may just say that 
 it was in these three years that the " movement," 
 if it must be called so, went through the necea- 
 iary crises of controversy. 
 
 Mr. Agassiz says that every great scientific 
 truth goes through three stages. First, people 
 gay it conflicts with the Bible. Next, they say
 
 120 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 it had been discovered before. Lastly, they say 
 they always believed it Exactly this happened 
 with the "movement." The first two stages 
 carne in, in the three years between 1879 and 
 1882. 
 
 As soon as the magic words, 
 
 TEST TIMES A MILLION IS TEN MILLION. 
 
 appeared by direction of the local secretaries in 
 the " Personal " of the daily newspapers, all the 
 religious newspapers began inquiring into theii 
 meaning, and to ask whether there were not 
 concealed some profligate attack on the Bible 
 The particularly bright religious journals got 
 leaders out about it within a fortnight after the 
 words appeared, the others not so soon. This 
 delay was not amiss, however. The bright ones 
 had all proved that the words were very danger 
 ous, and that a terrible plot against the church 
 was concealed in them. This waked up the 
 drowsy ones, and they did not like to own that 
 they had been asleep. So they all said they did 
 not think the words were dangerous: the only 
 
 * 
 
 danger was in the columns of the wakeful journ 
 als. This gave our friends one half the religicas
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 12t 
 
 press as counsel for the defence ; and as, in truth, 
 our whole effort was in the simple line of the most 
 unpretending Christianity, whenever any journal 
 did try to rip up the constitution of a club, or to 
 prove that Harry Wadsworth was a heathen, the 
 effort generally came to grief of its own weight. 
 There was a good deal of judicious comment on 
 the dangers of secret societies, till it proved that 
 none of the ten million people, as they carne to 
 be called, had formed any secret society. A 
 good deal was said about log-rolling and mutual 
 admiration societies. But on the whole it proved 
 that they had a distaste for politics, and that 
 when they were in public life they were men the 
 public could not do without. Before many 
 months, as it happened, a proposal was made in 
 the English Parliament to omit the letter u 
 from the spelling of "honour "in the English 
 Bibles. And then on this question such a con 
 troversy arose in England as swept through the 
 religious press of all the world, and this quite 
 endeu the "ten million discussion." Nothing 
 more was ever said, so far as I ever heard, about 
 the movement being hostile to the Bible. 
 
 But, on the other hand, a good many bright 
 fellows, frontier bishops, secretaries of missionary
 
 122 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 societies, and such like, who were really trying, in 
 their own way, to get the world forward if only 
 they could find places for their levers, studied the 
 bit of mathematics by which in twenty-one years 
 seven zeroes had been annexed to the 1. which 
 stood for Harry Wadsworth. They had the wit to 
 see that this was much more substantial victory 
 than all their tracts had yet won, or any one 
 of their embassies. They saw at the same mo 
 ment that it was precisely the system on which 
 all Christian victories have been won, on 
 which the hundred people of the Mayflower cabin 
 had become so many millions to-day. Hundreds 
 of these men were sharp-sighted enough and 
 faithful enough to claim the ten million as their 
 own allies ; and at once there were published 
 millons of tracts with such titles as 
 
 " HENRY WADSWORTH proved a SANDEMANIAN." 
 Published by the Sandemanian Board. Price, 
 one cent ; one hundred and twenty-five copies 
 for one dollar. 
 
 "TEN MILLION WITNESSES to the 
 Articles of the Protestant Episcopal Church." 
 Published for gratuitous distribution, with the 
 authority of the Rt Rev. Henry Cairns. Min 
 neapolis, 1880.
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. . 123 
 
 * REASONS which make it evident that 
 HENRY WADSWORTH was a Unitarian 
 Congregational Christian." Tract No. 97. Sixth 
 Series. American Unitarian Association, Chi 
 cago, 1881. 
 
 " WADSWORTH A UNIVERSALIST. A Short Tract, 
 by Hiram Ballou. For circulation." Publishing 
 House, New York, 1880. 
 
 " The Standards Planted. An Affectionate 
 Appeal to the Ten Million." Philadelphia. Pres 
 byterian Union, 1880. 
 
 " Wesley's Class System vindicated in Wads- 
 worth's Tens." Methodist Board. New York, 
 1880. 
 
 And even Rome did not neglect an occasion 
 so tempting ; but there appeared " Religious 
 Liberty the Method of the Holy Church : an 
 Address to those who believe in the Four Detroit 
 Mottoes." Catholic Publication House, New 
 York, 1880. 
 
 All of them were eager to make out that the 
 four Detroit Epigrams belonged specially to 
 their own communions, and that the ten million 
 would advance their central purpose by coming 
 meekly into their respective organizations.
 
 1J4 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 It was true enough that dear Harry had pro* 
 fited by all these people's books and plans. But 
 Porter was all wrong, I am sorry to say, in pre 
 tending that Harry was a Sandemanian. The 
 truth was, he was an officer of the Church of 
 the Unity in Colchester ; and, as such, he waa 
 at liberty to get all he could from Pope or from 
 Pagan. In that Church, they never asked what 
 a man believed, but they expected him to believe 
 it with all his might, and no mistake. If he 
 believed in Christ enough to come to their com 
 munion table, they never sought an excuse to 
 turn him away. 
 
 So these three years sped by, first, in the 
 endeavor to show that the ten million were the 
 most irreligious of men and women, which they 
 were not ; second, in an attempt from all the foci 
 of ecclesiastical order to show that they were 
 the most religious of men. To my notion they 
 were, though perhaps not exactly as these sev 
 eral tract-writers supposed. 
 
 Any way, religion or irreligion, the discussion 
 did not help much, and did not hinder much, 
 though perhaps it did hinder a little. The ten 
 million were terribly in earnest, just as much
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 125 
 
 as the Original Ten were. Indeed, they were 
 rather too much in earnest for any large scale 
 fro.dc when the three years were over. I might 
 say, rather, that in that summer, the summer of 
 1 882 the whole civilized world seemed very 
 much changed. Was it that so many men and 
 women were caring for others more than them 
 selves, and living for God's law and not foi 
 the Devil's ? Any way, there was not a rail 
 road accident in America or Europe that sum 
 mer ; Congress adjourned after a session of only 
 three weeks, and most of the State legislatures 
 after a session of only three days. In the pretty 
 country jails they were taking summer boarders. 
 None of the schools in America had any evening 
 lessons. The daily newspapers all had feuilletons 
 with continued stories in them, because they 
 had neither murders, accidents, nor sensation 
 trials. Coal was at half price, because they mined 
 by machinery, and the workmen had forgotten 
 the mystery of striking. There was not a village 
 but had its daily afternoon jollification, with a 
 play or dance, or poem a la Morris, or charade, 
 or picnic, or concert. And all life seemed such a 
 frolic, that nobody cared to go to Baden-Baden oi
 
 126 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 to Christmas Island, for a Conferenz or a Con 
 vention. 
 
 None the less did the local secretaries foot up 
 their books, and telegraph the result to Dalrym- 
 pie in Norfolk. Dalrymple's hair was iron-gray 
 now, but he stepped with a firm gait, and his 
 voice rang out as cheerily as ever. With such 
 telegraphs as 1882 worked, his communication 
 even with Timbuctoo was easy. Every day he 
 received some dozens of despatches from different 
 capitals ; and at last, late in October, he got a des 
 patch from Irkutsk informing him that an express 
 was in from an outlying region of the Chalcha 
 land among the Mongols. For this express they 
 had been waiting, before they could send in their 
 totals. And Dalrymple reverently added the 
 figures to the sum of all the other stations which 
 he had cast before. That total was 99,998,180 
 
 The Irkutsk despatch gave 24,792 
 
 So the grand total was 100,022,972 
 
 B,")uls. 
 
 Horace, dear old boy, touched a key of hia 
 table telegraph, and in five seconds the bells of 
 Swaffham, and Cockley, and Aylsham, and Dere-
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 127 
 
 ham, and Hingham, and Norwich, and for aught 
 1 know, of half England, were chiming with 
 triple bob-majors and every thing else that would 
 express joy. Ten hours of joyful chiming in Nor 
 wich before they brought the bells home! Hor 
 ace touched another key, and sent his private 
 despatch to young Gladstone, who was then in 
 his father's place as First Lord of the Treas 
 ury. In five seconds more the Tower guns were 
 firing, nay, in ten seconds an imperial salute 
 was firing from every battery in that empire on 
 which the sun never sets. Napoleon IV. did 
 not get his despatch for five minutes. He was 
 riding in the Bois de Boulogne, and the "repeat" 
 did not find him. But the Home Minister got 
 his, and took the responsibility of ordering *he 
 French salutes. So that when Napoleon did 
 get the paper, he knew what it was before he 
 opened it. 
 
 It was all an affair of seconds over the world, 
 announced at sunset, sunrise, noon, or midnight, 
 according to your longitude. Our President 
 then was a man you do not know, John Fisher. 
 He was an enthusiast. And his arrangements 
 for salutes were so perfect that he said there wan
 
 128 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 not a capital city in America but knew the 
 sooner than Napoleon IV. had it. You see they 
 had nothing to do, in those days, with the gov 
 ernment stores of nitre and powder, but to burn 
 it in jollification. So they burned it 
 
 And thus it was an old story to most of the 
 wor.d when, the next morning, at the head of 
 the "Personal " in the newspaper, men read 
 
 TKN TIMES TEN MILLION IS A HUNDRED MILL.IOM 
 
 Dalrymple wrote me a philosophical letter this 
 time. He confessed that he had been terribly 
 frightened before the Irkutsk despatch came. 
 As it was, he said, it was by the skin of our 
 toeth we were saved. He bade me remark the 
 falling off between 109,341,270, which, as he 
 said, should have been the number, at the least, 
 and 100,022,972, which it was. " It is aU very 
 well for the multitude," said he, " to say ' ten 
 times ten million is a hundred million,' and that 
 is, thank God, one of the eternal truths. But, 
 for all that, we have not gained tenfold in these 
 three years. We have fallen off badly. So 
 much for the quarrels of you Dominies. Ali
 
 TEN TIMES TEN MILLION. 129 
 
 the time we were sticking fast on the Great 
 Roll, at those ninety-seven millions and ninety- 
 eight millions that filled up so slowly, my heart 
 was* in my throat. I lost my appetite, and could 
 not hit a partridge if 1 tried. I tell you a million 
 people are a great many. And when that plucky 
 Tchitchakoft's bulletin came in, Fred, I could 
 have kissed him. But, for the love of 
 Harry, let us have no more quarrelling 
 you padres ! "
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 
 
 A ND why were all these salutes fired, ths 
 world over? Why was every capital 
 illuminated ? Why was there a holiday given 
 to every school? Half-holidays had been the 
 universal daily custom for years before. It was 
 simply, you see, that a tenth part of the people 
 in the world had shown, in some way worth 
 belief, that they meant 
 
 To look up and not down, 
 To look forward and not back, 
 To look out and not in, 
 
 and 
 
 To lend a hand. 
 
 I say one tenth, in round numbers. We did 
 not know in 1882 how many people there were 
 in *he world exactly. But we had subdued some 
 estimates, and we had swelled some, and we 
 u conceited " that there were rather more than a
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 131 
 
 thousand million men, women, and children, the 
 world over. We had one estimate as high as 
 1,228,000,000; and this was, for want of a 
 better, taken by the statistical men as the true 
 one. It was roughly said that a tenth part of 
 these were those little children of whose like is 
 the kingdom of heaven, who are not yet pro 
 faned by contact with earth, or who, at all events, 
 cannot be pledged to any line of duty. If this 
 were so, there were, in round hundreds, one 
 thousand one hundred million sentient, sensible, 
 and responsible people in the world, say over 
 three years old. Now, one tenth of these, as I 
 said, were willing to live for the company rather 
 than themselves. This willingness started this 
 rejoicing. Of course a minority so large as that, 
 practically agreeing on a few principles, ruled 
 absolutely the larger majority. When but one 
 man in thirteen was a Christian in the Roman 
 Empire, Constantine found it politic to proclaim 
 Christianity. 
 
 But we meant no such flash in the pan aa 
 Constantino's proclamation. We had not seen 
 the Club of ten enlarge to the hundred million, 
 in less than a generation, to stop there. Indeed,
 
 132 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the ten meanest men among those Chalcha peo 
 pie were as much in earnest as any of us of the 
 Original Ten, that this world, and nothing _ess, 
 should be put on a few simple principles, such 
 as Jsus Christ lived for and died for. No man 
 aid any thing about this. The quarrels of the 
 Dominies had cured us of talk and of new 
 methods. Every man and woman understood 
 that there was no short cut nor patent process. 
 We saw that the thing must spread by contagion 
 f it spread at all. Still, though no man said 
 any thing, I can tell you the interest became 
 intense, almost terrible sometimes, as those next 
 three years whirled by. 
 
 You see at first these hundred million people 
 were very unequally divided. Commerce, adven 
 ture, and all that, had scattered them a great 
 deal ; but still there were favored points and 
 points not favored. There were whole villages, 
 where, as far as you could see, almost every man 
 held loyal to the Four Mottoes ; where you were 
 fairly tempted to say that God's own kingdom 
 of love had come, just as you are tempted to 
 say that of some Homes you and I know of. 
 
 But these people, if they really meant " to lend
 
 A. THOUSAND Mil .LION. 133 
 
 a hand," could not stay in any such four-square 
 Sybaris as that. Tndeed they would stifle there, 
 for want of vital air, and of exercise. They 
 could not say their prayers there, indeed. What 
 use in praying " Thy kingdom come, Thy wiL 
 be done on earth as it is done in heaven," if 
 they, the very work-people to whom God had 
 intrusted the work of the world, were doing 
 nothing about it ? And of course, as they looked 
 out and not in, and forward and not backward, 
 they did not satisfy themselves with making a 
 contribution in church to help send one man in 
 a black frock coat and a white neck-cloth to do 
 this thing for them. They went themselves, in 
 great companies. That was the new school of 
 missions which built up the new civilization : 
 unless you remember Lord Baltimore, and Win- 
 throp, and the Mayflower, or perhaps go back to 
 Jsocrates and Herodotus, and say it was the old 
 6-rhool of missions. A new Sybaris, say better 
 a new Nazareth, would plant itself right ir. the 
 midst of a horde of Gauchos, with rifles enough 
 to make itself respected, yes, but with dolls 
 and rattles enough for the Gaucho babies, bread 
 and butte* enough for the Gaucho women if
 
 134 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 there were famine, and, in general, love enough 
 to tame any Gaucho chief who was not very 
 thick-skinned. All over the world you saw such 
 clusters of young people going from worn-out 
 Boils to the virgin soils, or from the new lands to 
 the historical: Old and New playing into each 
 other's hands, and, by wonderful combinations, 
 taking tricks which had been thought impossible 
 before. 
 
 Then you began to see the old line of public 
 appeal exactly changed. The advertisement 
 became the appeal of generosity instead of the 
 plea of selfishness. 
 
 I 
 
 From the New York Herald. 
 
 A MOTHER and her daughter, without encuin 
 brance, would gladly know where they can be of 
 use. One of them was in Mrs. Emerson's school, and 
 they have had the advantage of personal acquaintance 
 with two of the Original Ten. Address M. and D., 
 Herald Office. 
 
 FIVE young men, who graduate this summer at 
 Cornell, would like to go to any part of the 
 world where they are needed. Will bear their own 
 expenses. Have heard the lectures of Mr. Widdifield, 
 and the brothers Corcoran.
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 135 
 
 A WIDOW with four children will take into her 
 family a paralyzed woman, or any blind person. 
 Two sons good at lifting invalids. No charge for board 
 lodging, or washing. Address LAUNDRESS. 
 
 From the New Ywk Observer. 
 
 DISTANCE no objection. Seven families, all the 
 members of which are in good health and have 
 lived together without quarrelling for seventeen years, 
 will gladly go together to any outpost. None of them 
 ever believed in total depravity. Address the Editor of 
 this Journal. 
 
 SEVEN languages! Four gentlemen with their 
 wives, in whose number are good interpreters in 
 seven languages, are ready to sail at a moment's warn 
 ing. No charge or salary. Have met personally five 
 of the Original Ten. Address F. O. U. R. 
 
 DETROIT Club. Eleven members of the Original 
 Detroit Club, with their families, wish to corre 
 spond with reference to duty. From an experience oi 
 twenty-four years, they are sure that they shall arouse 
 no animosity among any Christians. Inquire of the 
 Editor of the Observer. 
 
 THE graduates of Humboldt College, Iowa, of the 
 present Senior Class three hundred and seven 
 in number offer themselves for duty. Can work their 
 way as stokers if necessary. They belong to one hun 
 dred and seven religious sects, and are yet to know their
 
 136 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 first dissension. If necessary, two hundred and ninety 
 four ladies can accompany them. Address Senior 
 Springvale, Humboldt, Iowa. 
 
 And so on, and so on. These are only a few 
 out of hundreds. And they are enough to show 
 you how the world is really turned round, when 
 the people in it, instead of inquiring first about 
 what they shall eat and drink, are inquiring first 
 how the kingdom of God shall come. 
 
 And, I promise you, with such practical use of 
 the machinery of daily life, the kingdom could 
 be seen coming. The enlargement of the world, 
 or of man's intercourse in the world, of course 
 all the time made the world smaller. The tele 
 graphs, the journeys back and forth to old homes, 
 the enlargement of means of life and love, as the 
 old war establishments were put down and the 
 old taxes forgotten, all these things brought Irk 
 utsk and North Colchester very near each other ; 
 i nd it no longer seemed strange to find Harry's 
 portrait in a sledge, as you drove across the 
 
 Indeed, I believe that any true history of those 
 years would show that the greatest difficulties 
 were not among these distant people. For the
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 137 
 
 first time in history, we began to get interesting 
 letters from the outposts. You see, these people 
 not looking in, but looking out, did not have to 
 te'l us much of their own headaches or heart- 
 acnes or belly-aches, but were able to devote all 
 their pen, ink, and paper, to the things that 
 they saw, which we at home wanted them to 
 describe. They dealt largely with simple people, 
 and it sometimes seemed as if their accounts were 
 of a " nation in a day," as the hymn says ; though 
 "eally they caught all their converts with the 
 nook, and not in a net. It was not on the out 
 skirts that the last difficulties were found. But 
 as every man finds that the hardest knots he has 
 to chop through are those which have been wait 
 ing in his own wood-shed while easier work was 
 done, so it proved now, that the very hardest 
 jobs of all were in some of the home stations, 
 in breaking up hard-pan which we had been for 
 generations trampling down. 
 
 Just one story of such difficulty, and the 
 whole history of victory may be brought to an 
 end. 
 
 It was in the spring of the last of those three 
 years. Every thing seemed happy, smooth, con-
 
 138 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 tented, vigorous, and wise. Those of us who 
 were in the movement and who indeed was 
 not? could not find man, woman, or talking 
 child, this land through, who was not somehow 
 or other showing practical sympathy with us. 
 2 think it was rather as a jollification, than 
 to point out any new line of work, that the 
 "Reformed Association of Covenanters of the 
 New Lanark Platform" held their great decennial 
 convention at Sherman City. This, you know, 
 was one of the most important ecclesiastical 
 gatherings that we could have in this country. 
 The newspapers had so little else to tell that they 
 all had reporters there. Seven hundred clergy and 
 fourteen hundred lay delegates were in attend 
 ance. The meeting was held in a Rink, with 
 temporary seats, so that every thing seemed to 
 promise a happy time. Never did a more plucky 
 r- manly set of fellows bear cross on their 
 shoulders than the men I knew who were in 
 that convention. By way of doing honor to age 
 and experience and learning, old Dr. Philpotta 
 had been appointed president, and he was to 
 preach the opening sermon. 
 
 Imagine, then, the haggard dismay of aD
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 139 
 
 parties press, town, delegates, everybody, 
 when the old gentleman gave out his text, " And 
 what concord hath Christ with Belial? " (2 Cor. 
 v. 15), and proceeded, in the most systematic 
 way, to " pitch in " to the four Detroit mottoes ! 
 First, he should show that it was impossible for 
 a regenerate man to look up, and that his duty 
 was to look down. " Why stand ye gazing up 
 into heaven?" (Acts i. 11.) Second, he should 
 show that every regenerate man must look back 
 ward rather than forward. " Remember the days 
 of darkness." (Eccl. xi. 8.) Third, he should 
 show that every regenerate man must commune 
 first with his own soul. " While I was musing, 
 the fire burned." (Ps. xxxix. 3.) Fourth, and 
 lastly, that all the dangers at which he had 
 hinted were slight indeed compared with that 
 Covenant of Works, in which men were tempted 
 to suppose that they could advance or hinder 
 the Creator's plans. " A fox shall break down 
 their stone wall." (Nehemiah iv. 3.) If you live 
 to 1885, you will perhaps fall in with this cele 
 brated sermon in print. I spare you the detail, 
 therefore. About the close there was no " if. " 
 " You have observed, my friends, that I hav5
 
 140 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 considered the fittest subject of our meditations 
 on this occasion to be a series of fascinating 
 errors, which have led astray a few giddy young 
 men, in the thought or hope that they had found 
 ont a better gospel ! Let us all hope that these 
 traws of human harvesting may be blown away 
 even as chaff by the wind of the Infinite Spirit. 
 For myself, as the representative of this august 
 assembly, though these were to be my last 
 words, looking round upon the sacrilegious 
 mottoes which deform and deface the Hall in 
 which we are assembled, I declare that I will 
 never accept them as principles of conduct 
 never, never, never ! " And with this outburst 
 he sat down. 
 
 In fact, when Vittermayer had painted the 
 Rink in real fresco, he had wrought in the four 
 mottoes on the four walls. By this time they 
 were so universal that you saw them every 
 where. 
 
 People were aghast ! There was not a human 
 oeing in the assembly, except the good old Doc 
 tor, who was not up to his eyes in the determi 
 nation that this world should be made a worK 
 of Faith, Hope, and Love. So indeed was he
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 141 
 
 But he had found it necessary to make his indi 
 vidual and loyal protest against the way things 
 were going on, because they were rather different 
 from the way he supposed they went on in the 
 Covenanters' time. There was a horrid hush for 
 a moment, and then Wilderspin stepped for 
 ward and gave out, 
 
 " Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews," 
 to be sung by the congregation. They sung it 
 with a will, and blew off steam a little so. Wil 
 derspin invoked a benediction, and they went 
 sadly home. 
 
 Then began synods, and committees, and 
 every sort of mutual conference, to make the olu 
 Doctor back down. " Think how it will sound 
 among those nice Bamangwato people," said my 
 Pauline ; and everybody had some like feeling. 
 But the old man was flint. They got him, at 
 last, to say in a letter, that, in a modified sense, 
 a Christian might look up to God without step 
 ping off the platform of the Reformed Covenant 
 ers, which was the great object with him, 
 then that he might forget himself, without dan 
 gerous sin, and that he even ought to lock 
 forward to a happier future; but, as to "lending
 
 142 1EN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 a hand," never ! cried the old man. " It is a 
 Covenant of Works, and union with the Devil." 
 
 So sadly came the October in which we 
 had hoped so much. All the other secretaries 
 reported a world subdued by Love. In all the 
 other continents men had found some way to 
 express J his Love, and the Faith and Hope 
 which were intertwined with it. All princes 
 and all people were hoping and praying that, as 
 October passed away, one joyful signal the 
 world over might show that the horrors of old 
 nistory were sealed in one tomb, and that in one 
 unanimous heart-beat a world of self-forgetting 
 men would begin to live as one hearty family of 
 God! But here was one man, who with the 
 noblest motive cried out, " Never, never, never ! " 
 Whatever else might happen, he would never 
 say he would " lend a hand." 
 
 The thirty-first day of October dawned. I 
 will confess that it was a sad day. Newman 
 wrote me that to him it was a bitter morning. 
 He had been all the evening before discussing 
 the Monophysite heresy with Dr. Philpotts. " I 
 had forgotten the hated names for years," wrote 
 Door Newman ; and so he had led round to the
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 143 
 
 oeauty of Unity among Brethren, to which 
 the old man had assented sweetly ; and then 
 Newman had asked, timidly, if, with a change 
 of the language, he could not bring his heart 
 to agree to " do good as he had opportunity " ? 
 u Covenant of Works ! " said the old Trojan , 
 u Never, never, never ! " So Newman went home, 
 and so waked sadly. A sad breakfast. None 
 of them could get to work. And Newman wrote 
 me that he thanked God even when he heard 
 the fire-alarm strike, because it was an excuse 
 for him to leave his study. 
 
 But when he came to the district, he bitterly 
 rued that selfish thought. The fire was a sud 
 den and bad one. It was already checked below, 
 but smoke was pouring up and out of the attic 
 windows of the warehouse or factory where it 
 had been burning. It proved to be a tactory of 
 paper-boxes, and the pasting women in the attics 
 had been stifling from the smoke. They lay 
 out on the steep roof, with their feet stayed In 
 ihe gutters, when Newman came there. George 
 Da\is and Lawrence Flaherty were moving 
 heaven and earth to bring their ladders to the 
 eaves, and did so ; but no man could stand
 
 144 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 the smoke, as he ran up, far less did those 
 poor girls dare to risk it, coming down. New 
 man told me he saw five fellows in succes 
 sion dash up Flaherty's ladder, waver, and lose 
 their heads, and drop senseless into the arms of 
 the crowd below. At last flames began to break 
 out of the fourth-story window, and to lap and 
 lick up the outside of the building. Three min 
 utes, and the whole would be over, when a 
 tall-man, in his shirt-sleeves, ran boldly down 
 the slope of the roof of the church next the fac 
 tory ; by an easy spring jumped across the five- 
 feet chasm between the buildings, walked like a 
 cat to the dormer behind which these five girla 
 were crouching; and then could be seen leading 
 them, lifting them, encouraging ; and then actu 
 ally carrying one along the giddy gutter-edge, 
 till he had led them all to the more sheltered 
 side upon which he had sprung. Davis had 
 caught the idea already ; and, by the time that 
 last faint child was on that side, Davis himself 
 war at his ladder's top to take her. One two, 
 three, all five passed down, and then Shirt 
 sleeves, as the crowd called him, sprang back 
 across the gulf to the church-roof ; and running up
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. 145 
 
 the slates to the tower, slipped in, and disappeared 
 The whole throng was cheering and yelling. 
 The girls were taken, I know not how, and 
 tended, I know not by whom. Everybody but 
 Davis and Flaherty seemed to forget the fire ; 
 and Newman found himself (as I suppose every 
 one did) asking who Shirt-sleeves was, and 
 where he had gone. The general impression 
 was, seeing he had come down from the steeple, 
 that he was an angel in shirt-sleeves. Talk grew 
 loud at the church-door, which proved to be 
 locked. At last the fussy, lazy sexton appeared 
 on the steps, trying, by his air, to make people 
 think that he was virtually the hero of the occa 
 sion, though he had not happened to do that 
 particular deed. " Hannay," cried Newman, " ia 
 that you ? who was the man, where is he ? " 
 
 " Locked up in his study," said Hannay , 
 u sees no one till office-hour." 
 
 "Study?" cried Newman. "Who do you 
 ay it is ? " 
 
 " Why, don't you know ? " says Hannay. 
 " Ciucss you don't see him in his shirt-sleeves 
 as often as I do. He saws all the wood for the 
 furnace fires. Why, it is the old Doctor ' " 
 10
 
 146 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 Newman turned to the crowd, waved his hand, 
 and cried, " Three times three for Dr. Philpotts ! " 
 And did they not cheer v 2!! ? 
 
 Yes : the stanch old theologian, who would 
 have died before he would accept a " Covenant 
 of Works," had risked his life, without one anx 
 ious thought, for those five girls. " A trick I 
 learned when I was unregenerate," he said after 
 wards. " I was an undergraduate at Cambridge, 
 and had some duties to discharge in taking the 
 tongue out from the chapel bell." 
 
 And the Sherman City papers stopped the 
 press, and put in EXTRAS, to announce " Gal 
 lantry of Dr. Philpotts ! " " Dr. Philpotts lends a 
 hand!" And the local secretary telegraphed to 
 the Middle States Secretary, and he telegraphed 
 to the Central Union Secretary, and he tele 
 graphed to Dalrymple, 
 
 Dr. Philpo ts has lent a hand ! " 
 
 And this was all anybody was waiting for. 
 And before noon of that day, the Brothers in 
 Unity at Fort Grant were firing a salute from 
 the two cannon left for that purpose; so that 
 when the Doctor's study was open at his office- 
 hour, he and all men knew that the whole world
 
 A THOUSAND MILLION. ..47 
 
 was One. The old gentleman was overwhelmed 
 with visitors. He received their congratulations 
 and thanks cordially ; but he said, " I have not 
 acceded, and I never will accede, to a Covenant 
 of Works." 
 
 That day the whole world held festival. All 
 schools were dismissed, all banks and work 
 shops and factories closed, all "unnecessary 
 labor suspended," as the great salutes and 
 the great chimes came booming out, which 
 announced the agreement of a world of self- 
 forgetting men. That day do I say ? Every 
 day from that day was festival, century after 
 century. So soon as the world once learned the 
 infinite blessing of Active Love, and stayed it 
 by Faith, and enjoyed it in Hope, there was 
 no danger that the world should unlearn that 
 lesson. 
 
 That lesson if this vision of a possibility 
 prove true comes to the world by no change 
 of law, by no new revelation, nor other gospel 
 than the world has now. It comes simply as 
 man after man, and woman after woman, lead 
 such unselfish lives as all of us see sometimes,
 
 148 TEN TIMES ONE IS TEN. 
 
 as all would be glad to live, as dear Harry 
 Wadsworth led while his short life went on. 
 
 Nine triads of years were enough each to add 
 a zero to the figure which stood for that one 
 man. 
 
 Ten times one was ten, 10 X 1 = 10. There 
 was one zero. 
 
 But as the nine zeroes were added, in twenty- 
 seven years the 1. became 1,000,000,000 
 ONE THOUSAND BULLION. 
 
 This proved to be the number of the Happy 
 World !
 
 SECOND PART. 
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH AND 
 WADSWORTH CLUBS.
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADS- 
 WORTH CLUBS. 
 
 TTARRY WADSWORTH, of whom some 
 anecdotes are told in the first part of this 
 book, is described in a faithful effort to rep 
 resent, to those who did not know him, FEED- 
 ERIC WILLIAM GEEENLEAF, who died at an 
 early age, but after he had attracted to himself 
 a circle of real friends, much larger than is de 
 scribed here around Harry Wadsworth. 
 
 Frederic William Greenleaf was born in Wil- 
 liamsburg, in Maine. He died in Boston, Mas 
 sachusetts. At the age of twenty-one he left 
 Williamsburg for Bangor ; and I think he once 
 told me that he served as a fireman on the first 
 locomotive that ran from Bangor to Old Town. 
 But he took such work as this, only because 
 he chose to do something rather than nothing. 
 He was well educated, with an inherited gift
 
 152 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 for engineering and the mathematics, which 
 naturally brought him into connection with the 
 newly created railroad interests of New Eng 
 land. 1 He was soon after engaged on the Bos 
 ton & Worcester Railroad as a clerk in the 
 freighting department. I remember he used to 
 say, that with his own hands he switched off, 
 upon the Western Railway at Worcester, the 
 first car of freight which passed westward upon 
 it, one four-wheeled car, which was the pre 
 cursor of the countless miles of freight-trains 
 which now pass over that highway. When I 
 first knew him, he was at the head of the 
 freight department in Worcester. 
 
 He passed through different lines of promo 
 tion, and before he died had held important 
 positions in the service of different railway lines 
 in the United States. His constitution was 
 delicate ; and he died in consumption, in the 
 year 1851, when he was but little more than 
 thirty years of age. 
 
 Careless people speak as if such a life were 
 
 Vw\\cic- 
 1 His father was Moses Greenleaf, the geographer of Maine. 
 
 His uncle was Professor Simon Greenleaf, of the Dane Law 
 School of Harvard University. He had Huguenot blood, and 
 was glad of it.
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 153 
 
 cut off untimely, and as if its work were ended. 
 Because I loved him, I could not but see that 
 his power over those who loved him did not die. 
 In different places, from different people, I heard 
 him spoken of almost as a present friend might 
 be spoken of; and what he said or what he ad 
 vised was still held as a central and important 
 direction. Now it was a doctor of divinity ; 
 now it was the laborer in an iron-mine ; now it 
 was the mayor of a city explaining to me his 
 administration ; now it was a sensitive friend 
 whom Frederic Greenleaf had saved from ago 
 nies of morbid introspection, who cited to me 
 this young master of a freight-house, no longer 
 living in this mortal life, as one of the authori 
 ties to be most respected. His body was buried ; 
 but in parts of the land, widely parted from each 
 other, he was still a guide, and a helpful guide, 
 in men's and women's lives. 
 
 He was bom May 21, 1820 ; he died July 28, 
 1850. 
 
 The book in the hands of the reader grew 
 from the power of his life, some twenty years 
 after his death. It happened that in preaching 
 in the South Congregational Church, I made
 
 154 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 reference to his life, then finished for earth. 
 I spoke of the traces I had found of him, in 
 fond memories and in active duty, long after 
 his death ; and I asked the young people who 
 heard me to estimate the growth of such power. 
 If ten people who loved him, carried such a stim 
 ulus as he gave, each to ten others, and if they 
 did the same, the world would grow brighter. 
 I said : 
 
 " I once told Dr. Wayland, the President of 
 Brown University, the story I have told you. I 
 told him that I could easily write out the spirit 
 ual biography of eight or ten persons who would 
 tell us, in their different lines of life, of the in 
 finite blessing they had derived from their inter 
 course with that manly, cheerful, energetic, and 
 faithful man. I told him that I had been tempted 
 to go farther, and to imagine the after progress 
 which might come, if each of those ten went 
 and did likewise, if then, at some meeting of 
 their friends, the whole circle of grateful com 
 panions, quickened and enlivened through the 
 spiritual interest of such a life, should make 
 themselves into a Christian order, bound every 
 one of them, every one of the hundreds, to enlist
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 155 
 
 ten others in the Life Divine. I told him that 
 here was the plan for a Christian Romance : the 
 thousand thus quickened, in their turn, would 
 be shown to give new life to ten thousand, and 
 so to a million. And it would not, in such mul 
 tiplication, require many years to lift this whole 
 world from the material grovelling of its infancy, 
 to the true spiritual life of men who walk with 
 God." 
 
 This reference to Frederic Greenleaf arrested 
 the attention of a young gentleman, then and 
 now a near and dear friend of mine. From time 
 to time he urged me to carry out the plan of 
 writing out the parable in which this prin 
 ciple of diffusion by tens should be thus illus 
 trated. 
 
 In the end of the year 1869 I attempted this ; 
 and the first part of this book was then pub 
 lished in six consecutive numbers in the mag 
 azine called " Old and New." As the four 
 mottoes introduced into it as the statement, 
 in nineteenth-century language, of the three 
 words, Faith, Hope, and Love have now be 
 come the mottoes of a large number of clubs, 
 which have taken Harry Wadsworth's name,
 
 156 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 the members of those clubs may be interested 
 to see the earliest use of those mottoes. 
 
 In the same winter in which I was writing 
 this story, I was delivering, at the Lowell In 
 stitute in Boston, a course of lectures on the 
 " Divine Order of Human Life." Of these 
 lectures the eighth, ninth, and tenth were, 
 Faith, Hope, and Love, and in the lecture 
 on Hope, which has more than one reference 
 to Frederic Greenleaf. intelligible to me though 
 to no one else, references to his single and 
 simple habit of speaking here as a being living 
 in eternity, I used for the first time these 
 words which have now become the mottoes of 
 the Wads worth Clubs. 
 
 There were ten of us much at work together 
 in that winter. We were publishing a new 
 magazine, with much hope and with much 
 hard work. We were allied in the work of 
 a large church, which had, I need not say, 
 large relations among the poor. We have since 
 come to call ourselves one Ten in the Wads- 
 worth system. Central among the Ten was 
 CAROLINE LETITIA TALL ANT, who has since 
 died.
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 157 
 
 A little story which I wrote after her death, 
 with some of the memories of her life, belongs 
 here. 
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 GIVING A DAY. 
 
 T MEAN to call her Irene, because Irene 
 *- means Peace. 
 
 You might call her Letitia, because Letitia 
 means Joy. 
 
 Or you might call her Caroline, because 
 Caroline means some one who is not very large 
 but is very dear. 
 
 Or you might call her Speranza, because 
 that means Hope. Or Charis ; Charis is a 
 pretty name, and means Divine Love. 
 
 But I shall call her Irene, because that 
 means Peace. 
 
 She had arranged for all her Christmas pres 
 ents. Some of them she had arranged last
 
 158 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 summer when she was away, off in the edge 
 of the mountains. She was not apt to be flur 
 ried or worried ; and so, when St. Victoria's 
 Day closed, all her regular Christmas presents 
 were bought or made, and put up in silver 
 paper and labelled. " Silver paper," dear 
 Fanchon, is the old-fashioned name for tissue 
 paper. Irene liked to make her presents 
 with her own hands. " When I have manu 
 factured my present," said she, " I feel as if I 
 gave a piece of myself to my friend." 
 
 St. Victoria's Day, as you did not know, 
 Dick, is the second day before Christmas. I 
 am glad you did not interrupt. If you do 
 not interrupt, all will be made clear in time. 
 
 So the last day before Christmas broke bright 
 on Irene, and it was a holiday at the school she 
 kept, so that she need not go there ; and while 
 all the rest of us were hurrying round madly 
 in a wild frenzy, losing our lists of presents, 
 and buying by mistake three for grandmother 
 and none for grandfather, she was at peace at 
 breakfast, and at peace after breakfast to write 
 a very jolly Christmas letter to Amelia, and 
 at peace when Walter and Fergus and Mat-
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 159 
 
 thew and Lothian fitted off for their skating- 
 party. She saw they had their mittens and 
 their scarfs, and stood on the piazza, as they 
 went off, and looked out on the faultlessly 
 clear sky. 
 
 " I mean to give the day to somebody for 
 a Christmas present," said Irene to herself. " I 
 do not know who it will be to ; but let us see 
 what will come of it." So she dressed herself 
 for walking, and started. As she arrayed her 
 self, she put her blunt scissors in her pocket; 
 and when she started she took a roll of paper. 
 She put street-car tickets in her pocket, but 
 never scrip nor purse did she take ; and as for 
 staves, she had not even one. She was not 
 going to give money from the purse, no, nor 
 food from the scrip. "It is the day I will 
 give," said she, aloud this time, "or what 
 there is left of it." And she put down the 
 latch, left the house empty, and started. 
 
 If the people wished to ring that door-bell 
 that day, why, they might ring,. that was 
 all ! There was nobody it would hurt, within. 
 But I think some people like to ring door-bells 
 for the love of it. So they were happy that day.
 
 160 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 Now you must know that Irene was a per 
 son around whom romances were as sure to 
 gather as ever they did around Amadis of Gaul, 
 or Darioleta, or Blanchefleur, or Huon of Bour- 
 deaux. She never sat in a street-car, but the 
 woman next her told her her whole story ; and 
 she could not give a tramp a cup of coffee, but 
 he told her such a tragedy, or comedy, of the 
 earlier adventures of his life, as would make 
 five good acts on any stage in the world. Ac 
 cordingly, so soon as the car was well under 
 way, and she had taken her first look at its 
 picture-gallery, as soon as she had compared 
 the face of the hatchet-faced man against the 
 vinegar-faced woman's, the moon-faced girl's 
 against the spoony boy's, Mrs. McGoffin, 
 who, as was pre-ordained, sat next to Irene, 
 moved up to her, and said, in one breath: 
 
 " Lady did ye chance to know any one who 
 wanted to hire a good square room three-story 
 front with open fireplace 'n though I say it 
 who should not there 's not a nicer 'n a neater 
 'u a sweeter room in the South Cove. It 's 
 number ninety-nine Needy Street, lady." 
 
 Irene was interested at once, liked Mrs.
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 161 
 
 McGoffin's way; was not sorry to have the 
 chance of getting round the department of 
 Wants in the newspaper, where much of her 
 charity-money went ; and felt that this was 
 indeed a " more excellent way," if it had only 
 happened that Mrs. McGoffin had addressed a 
 person needing a room, by the intervention of 
 some helpful demiurge. Rapidly in her mind 
 Irene ran over the list of her most needy pro 
 tected ones, for Irene was the lady-protector 
 of what the ungodly would call a ragged regi 
 ment ; but there was no one of that host whom 
 even her kindness would remove to Mrs. 
 McGoffin's third-floor front. All she could do 
 was to take out her tablets and make sure 
 of No. 99 Oneida Street. She had learned 
 this invaluable lesson from Mr. Woodward, 
 the champion carer for poor people : to write 
 down all you can learn of everybody, from 
 the Pope on his throne down to Smoky Pipe 
 in his wigwam, and index carefully if you ever 
 mean to serve them. How many chances in 
 life are lost because people have forgotten, or 
 have not indexed well! 
 
 So she said to Mrs. McGoffin that she must 
 11
 
 162 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 keep up a good heart, that perhaps something 
 would open ; and Mrs. McGoffin returned by 
 giving her her blessing, such as it was ; and 
 then Irene stopped the car, and found herself 
 in Concord Street. By this time she was quite 
 resolved to take a companion. "Two by two 
 is the rule," she said, "and I was wrong to 
 think of breaking it." To tell the truth, she 
 was mortal, and she had felt within herself that 
 there would be many comforts in being alone ; 
 but Mrs. McGoffin, or I know not what, had 
 put her on another mood than that of lonely 
 comfort, and so she turned into Duurobin Court, 
 and rang at the attic-room bell in No. 7 ; and 
 Rudolf himself came down to answer the bell. 
 And his great heavy face beamed when he saw 
 Irene. And she spoke to him rather slowly, 
 and asked him if he did not want to take a 
 walk with her. 
 
 Take a walk with her! If an angel from 
 heaven had asked him to take a fly, he would 
 not have been so happy. He might have been 
 mortally afraid of an angel, or of flying, I 
 am afraid I should be, but he knew he could 
 walk, and he was not afraid of Irene. I never
 
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 heard of anybody who was, unless it were a 
 detected tramp, who had squandered his order 
 for sugar at a liquor-shop, and had not re 
 ported to shovel the snow from the sidewalks, 
 as he had said he would. Common people, 
 middling sort of people, like you and me, were 
 never afraid of Irene. " Could he go to walk ? " 
 That he could. His father was at home, be 
 cause the election was over, and so all the men 
 in the street department were dismissed, their 
 votes not being needed till next December. 
 So his father could sit, and see that the old 
 grandmother did not tumble into the fire, and 
 Rudolf was free to go and walk with the 
 angel. She bade him be quick, and he was 
 quick ; and they went now directly to the City 
 Hospital. 
 
 The boy jabbered, now broken English, and 
 now very fluent German ; and Irene spoke, 
 now in very broken German, and then in very 
 careful English. He had a deal to tell her 
 about his grandmother and his father, and a 
 Christmas letter that had come from Blanken- 
 heim in Baden. Some people think Rudolf is 
 underwitted ; I believe they thought so at
 
 164 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 school, where he was kept, a great big lout, 
 in the highest class of the primary, with little 
 chits half his size. I don't think so : I think 
 his heart is a good deal bigger even than his 
 great big head, and that he is of very slow 
 development. That is a kind which the pri 
 mary school does not like, but I believe the 
 Good Father and all good angels like them as 
 much as any. So he chattered away ; and 
 Irene made herself as young as he, and chat 
 tered too. And so they came to the porter's 
 lodge of the hospital. 
 
 I do not know if it was visitors' day. It 
 made no difference, they all knew Irene ; and 
 she smiled pleasantly, and nodded, and passed 
 right through, just as if she were a doctor. 
 And so she led the wondering Rudolf, now 
 along the curved path between the winter-girt 
 shrubs, then up the splendid steps, then left 
 and then right, and then straight and then 
 crooked, and then up two flights, till they came 
 to the children's ward on the surgical side. 
 Irene had hit on these children first, as those 
 to whom she would give her Christmas pres 
 ent of that day.
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 165 
 
 And the nurses were glad to see her. And 
 up came, on the instant, a little tot, oh, not 
 six years old ! with one arm tied to her side, 
 not very well balanced as she walked, and 
 took her right hand from her mouth to give 
 it to Irene, and was in her lap as soon as Irene 
 was seated on the bed. Here was one old 
 friend. "And who else is here?" asked Irene. 
 And so Bridget had to point out, rather dumbly, 
 the boy in bed, with both feet crushed ; the 
 little girl who had fallen down the cellar-stairs, 
 and had broken her leg ; the little boy whose 
 face had been cut open by a brickbat ; and the 
 girl whose apron had taken fire, and whose 
 arms were burned so badly. And of course 
 there was John, John was always there. 
 
 " Well," said Irene, " I think I must make 
 the boys some horses and dogs ; and I will 
 make you a pig and a goat ; and you must 
 show this little girl how to cut out boys and 
 girls. I think Miss Anderson will lend us 
 some more scissors. And, Rudolf, suppose 
 you read them Cinderella ; for here is Cinder 
 ella in my pocket." 
 
 And so it was. They took station at the
 
 166 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 foot of the beds of the two who could not 
 walk. They put rests under their backs, so 
 that they could use their hands, and Miss An 
 derson provided chairs for all who could sit ; 
 and three pairs of scissors appeared for all 
 who could cut, and a bed-table appeared on 
 each bed ; and then whole armies of blue horses 
 and red horses, yellow cows and green cows, 
 purple boys and orange girls, white, gray, and 
 black goats and cats and pigs, began marching 
 to and fro on the tables at the soft or stronger 
 breath of the delighted children. And Rudolf, 
 in a higher chair, read, and read very well, 
 of mice changed into horses, and lizards into 
 footmen. If anybody knew or cared what 
 lizards were, or what footmen were ! Nobody 
 knew, nobody cared, and nobody asked ; and 
 none the less cheerily did the reading go on. 
 And for an hour these five children, who had 
 been restless and tired and blue all the morn 
 ing, were happier than kings, all because Irene 
 had come in. And, though Irene went away 
 then, they were very jolly all the afternoon. 
 For Irene lent Bridget her scissors, and she 
 left all those sheets of colored paper ; and
 
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 she told Rudolf that he might leave the book 
 with the tall boy on crutches who had con 
 descended to hobble down to the gathering. 
 So the children had Bluebeard and Aladdin 
 and the rest, and made armies of four-legged 
 people and two-legged people, and people of 
 many legs, before the day was done. 
 
 Why Irene went away so soon was this: 
 There came up stairs, from one of the lower 
 wards, a man who looked pale through all the 
 olive of his face, with coarse Indian hair, rather 
 under-sized, but still with a firm military walk, 
 which you would notice even in our nation 
 of soldiers. He, too, had had a broken arm, 
 but to-day he was discharged as cured. 
 
 The man was a Russian. His accident had 
 befallen him on shipboard ; he had been brought 
 direct to the hospital, and he knew never a 
 man nor a place in the town. Poor fellow ! 
 he could n't speak ten words of English. The 
 doctors had spoken to him in German, in which 
 he could just make himself understood ; and 
 now he had come up to Miss Anderson, be 
 cause she could speak a little German, to know 
 where, in the great forlornity of a strange city,
 
 168 HARRY VVADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 he should pack himself away. Of course Miss 
 Anderson beckoned to Irene ; people al \vays 
 beckoned to Irene when things were limping. 
 Her German was no better than the Tartar's. 
 And I have always observed that in speaking 
 a language two halves do not make one whole. 
 But, among them, they understood that the 
 man wanted to know where he was to live 
 cheaply and simply till he found his place. 
 God knew what that place was to be, but cer 
 tainly nobody else did. This was Irene's 
 thought. And then, in all that followed, about 
 his chest, and his wages, and the captain, and 
 the ship, and the consul and the vice-consul, 
 Irene's German and Miss Anderson's German, 
 born of Goethe and bred by Schiller, broke 
 wholly down ; for there is nothing about sea 
 men's chests in Wallenstein, and nothing about 
 vice-consuls in the Morphologic. 
 
 Then it was that Rudolf came to the front. 
 Now it appeared for what purpose in this world 
 lie was foreordained. The Russian made him 
 understand, and he made Irene understand ; 
 and so they bade the children good-by. And 
 Irene, who from the first had determined that
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 169 
 
 Mrs. McGoffin's spare room was foreordained for 
 the Russian, was under way again with him and 
 with Rudolf, for No. 99 " Needy " Street. By 
 this time Rudolf was chattering with the North 
 ern bear, and Irene had her thoughts for her 
 companions, after they had crossed to Shawm ut 
 Avenue and had taken seats in the car. This 
 time the portrait gallery was hung with quite 
 another set of faces. There was a tender 
 foreign-faced woman in a seal-skin sack, talk 
 ing eagerly to Mr. Brooks Phillips. Of course 
 everybody in Boston knew him. On the other 
 side another lady sometimes interrupted and 
 sometimes suggested. " Perhaps they are going 
 to a Christmas-tree," said Irene to herself, " and 
 perhaps again they are going to the celebration 
 of Adam and Eve to-day." For be it known 
 to you, Dick, who are so rusty in your calen 
 dar, that the day before Christmas is Adam 
 and Eve's Day. Beyond them, stringing along 
 upon the seat, were five Roxbury Latin School 
 boys, as the legends on their caps made sure. 
 Their knees were piled with baskets and white- 
 paper parcels. It was clear enough where 
 they were going. Dover Street disturbed the
 
 170 HARRY WADSWORTII AND VVADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 party a little, and some people going to the 
 Asylum disturbed it more. And when Irene 
 herself rose with her party at Castle Street, she 
 saw in the straw, for the first time, a dainty 
 pink package which she had last seen in the lap 
 of one of Mr. Phillips's friends. That lady had 
 left already. Irene considered a moment. " No," 
 said she to herself, "I will not give it to the 
 conductor ; that will be too late for Christmas. 
 I can find her somehow in time." So she 
 stopped at Mr. Prescott's, and left a wood- 
 order with him, and then they came back to 
 Oneida Street. 
 
 Feodor Ivanovitch was taken up to Mrs. Mc- 
 Goffin's. With due dumb show, with an oration 
 in Russian by him, very loud and very slow, 
 with an oration in Irish by her, very loud and 
 very fast, by the payment in advance of a 
 dollar and a quarter on his part, and due me 
 diation on the part of Rudolf and Irene, a 
 mutual unwritten covenant was made. 
 
 Then the Russian bear had to start upon his 
 travels in search of the chest and the vice-con 
 sul, the shipmaster and the consul. Irene bade 
 Rudolf take him in tow, wrote for them at the
 
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 corner store some necessary addresses, made 
 Rudolf explain to the other that he must give 
 him the money for car-tickets, and saw them 
 well away. " Two by two," she said, " that is 
 the rule." 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 LOST AND FOUND. 
 
 " " I "WO by two," she said aloud, as the car 
 swept away with them, " that is the 
 rule." Nor did she hesitate this time, more 
 than before, as to her companion. In very 
 few minutes, quicker than you think possible, 
 Araminta, Jeannie Fraser was invited, had ac 
 cepted, had girt herself in her best, and was 
 on the sidewalk with Irene. She was a nice, 
 blooming Scotch lassie of fourteen, glad indeed 
 of the emancipation which Irene's genius had 
 organized and made possible for her. And she 
 had a thousand questions to ask and a thousand 
 to answer, as they worked their way across the 
 Common and Public Garden, to find the Hotel 
 Bonheur, and Mr. Brooks Phillips.
 
 17:2 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 Irene knew by this time what a responsibility 
 she had taken in keeping the pink parcel. For, 
 if Mr. Phillips had not gone directly home, she 
 could not find out where the owner lived. 
 Then, where was all her fine theory that she 
 should be more prompt than the conductor? 
 But Irene was not afraid. " Fortune favors the 
 brave," she said to Jeannie, to whom she ex 
 pounded the object of this expedition. 
 
 Another terror, deep in Irene's heart, she did 
 not even lisp to Jeannie. How if Mr. Phillips, 
 talking so pleasantly to the right and left, did 
 not know who either of the seal-skin-coat ladies 
 were ? How if they had presumed on the cer 
 tain memory of a great public man, and had 
 given him no chance to say to either, " Madam, 
 I do not know you from Celestina or from Boa- 
 dicea?" Then where would her pink parcel 
 go ? This terror she did not lisp of. She only 
 said aloud, " Fortune favors the brave." 
 
 And Fortune did favor her. Mr. Phillips was 
 at home, and was all interested. He knew both 
 the ladies, and knew that both of them were 
 going home. They had all three been together 
 at the Annual Meeting of the Society for Pro
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 173 
 
 viding Occupation for the Higher Classes. He 
 did not know which lady had the pink parcel ; 
 but in a minute he wrote down both addresses, 
 and Irene and Jeannie could start on their wind 
 ing way. But in that minute he had taken her 
 measure as one of the people worth knowing in 
 the world ; and she had had the vigor and com 
 fort that there always is when one strong and 
 sensible person talks for sixty seconds with 
 another. 
 
 So she walked quickly up the Beacon Street 
 Mall, climbed the steps, sent in her card to Mrs. 
 Donne, and was instantly ushered in, Jean 
 nie timidly following, because she did not know 
 where she should stay, into one of those grand, 
 large, old-fashioned parlors, which look out on 
 the Common, and, when there was a Back Bay, 
 looked across to the Blue Hills. The Bay is 
 gone, but the Blue Hills remain ; and just in the 
 sunlight of that lovely afternoon the cheerful 
 view of winter made one forget that winter 
 could ever seem dreary. 
 
 On a long lounging-chair, in the great, cheer 
 ful bow-front, lay a pale, tall man, with the 
 " Rundschau " in his hand. Irene noticed it,
 
 174 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 in the moment while Mrs. Donne stepped for 
 ward to greet her. She told her errand in the 
 next moment, though she knew, before she 
 spoke, that the parcel was not Mrs. Donne's. 
 She was not the one ; and so that lady said. 
 It must have been Mrs. Herbert's parcel, though 
 Mrs. Donne had not noticed it in her hand. 
 
 " She is not far away," said Irene cheerfully. 
 " I hope you do not think this is very foolish in 
 me, but I should hate to have one of my Christ 
 mas presents miscarry." 
 
 "Foolish?" said the other. "I was think 
 ing," and she blushed peony, and struggled 
 with her own audacity, "I was thinking that 
 the mysterious present will have a double value 
 now, because two kind people have a share 
 in it." 
 
 How had she ever said it ! She had never 
 said so bold a thing since she was a coura 
 geous schoolgirl, and had told Mr. Torrey, to 
 his face, that she thought he had scanned a line 
 wrong. 
 
 For Mrs. Donne was a pure Bostoneer of 
 sixteen quarteriugs. They say no one is so 
 proud ; which is probably true. It is also true,
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 175 
 
 when the blood is purple and genuine, and the 
 woman conscientious and living in the higher 
 life, that nobody is so shy. And that she, 
 Elizabeth Donne, should have made such a 
 speech to a perfect stranger, was to herself 
 one of the miracles of the nineteenth century, 
 though she was glad she had made it. This 
 was the reason why she had blushed peony. 
 
 After she had once made it, the ice-floe be 
 tween these two women was broken forever, 
 and ground into the smallest kind of ice-dust ; 
 and the dust was all swept away by the great 
 current of God's love, into the infinite ocean. 
 And so, from that moment to this moment, 
 these two great-eyed women have looked into 
 the depths of each other's souls, and have 
 known each other and loved each other through 
 and through, and will forever. 
 
 For just as Irene was blushing too, and saying 
 good-by, Elizabeth Donne, wild with her new 
 courage, and rushing blindly forward to conquer 
 other worlds, said : " Please wait one minute ! 
 Tell me, were you not speaking German to that 
 sick man beside you in the car? Was he a 
 German ? "
 
 170 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 Irene explained that she was only helping, as 
 she could, in the German ; but that the man 
 was a Russian. 
 
 " Russian ! " with a quick, sharp tone that 
 made even Irene start, though she was not used 
 to starting : " Did you say Russian, madam ? " 
 
 It was the pale man on the lounge, who had 
 before lain quiet and ail-but unobserved. Irene 
 explained in an instant who the Russian was, 
 and told why she had him for a moment under 
 her convoy. 
 
 " Then you know where he is now ? " 
 
 Yes, she knew, or knew where she had left 
 him. She had sent him, with the boy Mrs. 
 Donne saw, on the errands he had to do, and 
 he would be at his new home as soon as these 
 were ended. 
 
 " Did he seem a well, could he read, or was 
 he a common sailor ? " 
 
 " I could not guess," Irene said, " what he 
 was. He could read, for he could write ; and I 
 noticed that his handwriting was manly and 
 firm. The letters he showed me were a gentle 
 man's letters. They were neat, and neatly 
 kept. They were evidently written by some
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONET. 177 
 
 one whose English handschrift" and she 
 laughed, " was as bad as my German is ; but I 
 thought no worse of them for that." 
 
 "I was wondering," said the sick man almost 
 eagerly, " if he could read Russian into German, 
 or into Swedish even." He said this with a sort 
 of wistful expression, which only an invalid can 
 use or understand. 
 
 " Swedish," said Irene, " perhaps Swedish. 
 His German well, his German is as bad as 
 mine." 
 
 "You see," said poor Mr. Donne, rousing up 
 with a little of an invalid's feeling that he is the 
 only important person in the world, " these peo 
 ple at Hamburg, Perthes's people you know, 
 have sent me out this collection of Philarete's 
 Sermons, and they have sent these new poems 
 by Glinka ; and here they have sent these new 
 novels of Senkoffski's, and there is a story of 
 Dahl's, all in Russian, of which I cannot even 
 read the characters. Of course, you know I can 
 send them all back ; I suppose, indeed, I ought 
 to. I suppose they meant to send them to 
 somebody else, somebody who knew something, 
 but one hates to lose a good chance. You 
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 178 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 know, well, they seem to be thrown in my way. 
 And if there is anything good to read in the 
 world, or anything new, and an express-man 
 actually brings it into your house, and you have 
 really cut the cord, and have the book in your 
 hand, why you know, madam, that it seems 
 wicked to send it back again." 
 
 Anything good to read, and anything new ! 
 And this was what this man said who had all 
 those fascinating piles of French and German 
 books at his side, which to Irene's eye had 
 seemed piled up like the gateway of the Happy 
 Land. 
 
 " At the least we can try," said Irene, while 
 she thought what I have written in these six 
 lines. And at first she thought she would send 
 Jeannie back to 99 "Needy" Street; but then 
 she remembered that the joy of inviting and 
 sending would be, in itself, so much comfort to 
 the poor sick man ; and so she only gave him 
 the address of Feodor Ivanovitch at Mrs. McGof- 
 frn's, 99 Oneida Street. He took it really cheer 
 ily, and read it with a smile, to say : " Feodor 
 Ivanovitch ! that is like a novel already. Did 
 you ever read Ivan Ivanovich? No, of course 
 you are too young."
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 179 
 
 Irene did not say that she had read Homer 
 and the Book of Job, but bade good-by now, 
 and took Jeannie away. 
 
 How bright Beacon Street seemed to her, and 
 how she and Jeannie beamed upon the babies in 
 the carriages! She asked Jeannie if she ever 
 saw, in Aberdeen, a perambulator that folded up. 
 And Jeannie had seen one, and explained it to 
 her. And Irene met ever so many of her friends. 
 And one tall girl, whom she hardly knew, 
 stopped her, and asked some question ; and 
 Irene wondered why she stopped her to ask her 
 something of no consequence at all. I can tell 
 you why the girl stopped her ; she wanted to see 
 just that look of peace and of joy and energy all 
 fused together. She wanted to go up the hill, 
 baptized again and made alive in that holy 
 spirit. And Irene went down the hill chatter 
 ing with Jeannie, but wondering why the tall 
 girl stopped her. 
 
 " Is Mrs. Herbert in ? " 
 
 No, Mrs. Herbert was not in. This was 
 Irene's first disappointment of that day. She 
 had just time to think that ; for she had really 
 wanted to see the tender, foreign face, broad
 
 180 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 at the temples, you know, and with a low fore 
 head, not looking in the very least like Pallas 
 Minerva. She had wanted to see this again ; 
 but, if it was not to be so, why, it was not. 
 So she simply left the pink parcel with a doubt 
 ing servant-girl, who, even at Christmas, dis 
 trusted Greeks who did not come in carriages, 
 even if the} r brought gifts, and left them. 
 Even in pink paper the servant-girl thought 
 that this was a preparation to clean silver, and 
 would be called for again. So she doubted 
 about taking it; but Irene, who understood 
 all this without a word, left it none the less, 
 and charged her to give it to Mrs. Herbert 
 the moment she came in. 
 
 " Who shall I say called ? " asked the girl, 
 at last determining that this was not powder 
 in disguise. 
 
 "No matter who. Come, Jeannie," to the 
 Scotch girl, who was wondering before a print 
 in the hall of John Knox abusing Queen Mary ; 
 and they stepped out again, to meet poor 
 Mrs. Herbert, pale and wearied, but still so 
 tender and so little like Pallas Minerva, step 
 ping down from her own carriage.
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 181 
 
 Irene crossed the sidewalk. " It is Mrs. 
 Herbert, I believe. I have just left at your 
 house a little parcel which I saw in your hand 
 in the street-car. You dropped it," she said 
 hurriedly, when she saw Mrs. Herbert growing 
 so pale and almost gasping as she turned round 
 to her, " and after you had gone I found it." 
 
 " I believe you are an angel," said the other. 
 " No, do not go away ; just come in for one 
 moment. Let me tell you how frightened I 
 was, and what a loss it would have been." 
 And she thundered again at the bell ; as if any 
 thunder would have startled from her dime- 
 novel, before her time, the girl whose business 
 it was to attend it, and who simply said, when 
 she heard it first, " Imperdent critters ! let 'em 
 ring ! " 
 
 At last, however, the last chapter of the 
 novel was done, and the girl let her mistress 
 and Irene in, both of them almost crying with 
 excitement now, and Jeannie wondering, but 
 forgotten, behind. 
 
 " Why, you see," said the intense, overstrung 
 lady, " you see, my dear child, my brother sails 
 on Monday. And when 'those people in the
 
 182 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 railway-office said just now it would be two 
 or three days, perhaps, before the conductor 
 brought it in. Besides, I did not think I had 
 it in the car. I remembered laying it down 
 on the table where we had the meeting. But 
 here it is, do let me show her to you. My 
 dear, dear mother ! You see," this as she 
 pulled at the refractory string, " you see, the 
 setting is all gold, and I knew, if I lost it in 
 the street, why, my own dear child, I might 
 never have seen it again." 
 
 The string was off, and she showed to Irene a 
 miniature picture, beautiful, very beautiful. 
 
 Irene looked at it long without speaking. 
 Then she said, " It would be hard never to see 
 that face again." 
 
 "And yet do you know? " said Mrs. Her 
 bert, " it is not half beautiful enough. This 
 is just rest, you know, yes, happy rest, satis 
 fied rest. Oh, I have seen her look so a thou 
 sand times ! But when she talked to people, 
 talked to us children, you know, kept the whole 
 town alive, why, her face nearly blazed with 
 light. Of course you could not put that i* a 
 picture."
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 183 
 
 Then she made Irene sit down, and, perhaps 
 with something of her mother's magnetism, held 
 her there, as she talked of her mother, of this 
 brother who was to sail the next week, of what 
 they had been to each other, and how she 
 should miss him ; just as if Irene were not a 
 stranger. Ah, me ! was she ever a stranger to 
 anybody ? 
 
 " But, my dear child, you look pale. Come 
 right here, come into the dining-room. My 
 lunch is all ready, too. Sit right down here. 
 Let me send for a glass of wine. I did not 
 see that you were tired. I hope you are not 
 as faint as I am, now this is all over." 
 
 And so she made Irene stay and lunch with 
 her. She did not remember Jeannie, but Irene 
 did. And Irene knew how happy Jeannie was, 
 cruising round in that front reception-room 
 where she had been left, and inventing for her 
 self stories from the hundred pictures on the 
 walls. Nay, Irene even amused herself by the 
 contrast between Jeannie's life and Mrs. Her 
 bert's. She had called Jeannie from washing 
 up her " dinner-things," an hour ago ; and here 
 was Mrs. Herbert refreshing herself, that she
 
 184 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 might await her dinner five hours hence. As 
 for Irene, she was hungry and was faint, and 
 was glad that Mrs. Herbert asked her to lunch. 
 If it had not been for the pink-paper parcel, 
 she would have stopped at the B. Y. M. C. U. 
 coffee-room, and have eaten what Bridget used 
 to call a " bully of beef," and Mr. Woodbury 
 would have punched out the worth of it from 
 her ticket. 
 
 And so these two women sat, and Mrs. Her 
 bert poured out the whole story of her agony 
 when she had discovered her loss ; how she 
 came to have the picture with her, she told 
 that ; why she had it in her hand as the safest 
 way to carry it, she told that. Some sexes 
 will understand this last, without explanation : 
 to other sexes the safety of this method of 
 preserving small valuables will be a marvel for 
 ever. And, when once more she had thanked 
 Irene for coming, she said, so pleasantly : 
 
 " I saw you too. I was wondering about 
 you, and making a romance about you, all 
 the time. Who your Tartar friend was, I 
 wondered ; and I heard the funny boy jabber 
 German to him. It was mean, but I could not
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 185 
 
 \ 
 
 help listening. It sounded so like dear Blank- 
 enheim." 
 
 " Why ! " said Irene, interrupting. " He 
 showed me a letter from Blankenheim only this 
 very morning." 
 
 " Did he ? Why, where is he ? who is he ? 
 I must see him. Can you send him here, my 
 dear Miss Why, what is your name ? I felt 
 as if I had known you always, and now I do 
 not know what your name is." 
 
 Irene laughed and told, and then the impet 
 uous lady rushed on. She had none of the 
 shyness of Mrs. Donne not a bit of it! 
 
 " Why, I spent five six years of the best 
 years of my girlhood in Blankeiiheim. Look 
 here, and here, and here ! These are pictures 
 Horace made there. And here, is not this 
 pretty ? There, I lived in that room ; see, 
 that window, just above the poplar, is my 
 window." 
 
 And so they fell back to talk about Rudolf 
 and the Russian ; and Irene told of the coinci 
 dence about the Russian books and the pale 
 gentleman at Mrs. Donne's. 
 
 "Did he rouse up so? Poor, dear fellow.
 
 18G HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 that is the best I have heard to-day. There 
 he lies, you know, all worn out. It would be 
 wicked to say blase, for he is not one whit 
 blase, but it seems so. That beautiful house, 
 you know, and that lovely wife, and those 
 books, and all he knows, you know, for he 
 knows everything, and yet every day so dark 
 to him, and the outlook so gloomy." 
 
 " Why, what is the matter ? " 
 
 " Matter ? What is the matter with any of 
 us ? Living forty times too fast. Just as bad 
 for good people to do so as for bad people ; 
 just as bad for learned people like him, as for 
 fools like me. ' Nervous exhaustion,' they call 
 it, ' nervous depression.' Used up ten years 
 of life in five, I say. And he did it just as 
 much, you know, in all his mines and smelt- 
 ing-works and machines, and presiding at the 
 Hospital, and building the Athenaeum, and 
 arranging about the Convalescent Home, just 
 as much as if he had been the worst roue of 
 them all. And then, that angel of a wife of 
 his just sits by, and sends for doctors, and 
 nurses him. And he thinks he shall die in a 
 poor-house, and won't so much as buy himself a
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 187 
 
 shoe-string, and is all used up and wretched. 
 Now you have given him one cheerful hour. 
 Miss May hew, it is the best present that has 
 been made to-day." 
 
 Then she fell to asking more about the 
 Russian ; and why Irene had said that Mr. 
 Donne would do better with him in Swedish 
 than in German. " He does not know much 
 Swedish," said she, " though they did spend 
 some time in Stockholm. I mean to send Inge- 
 borg in there. You must see Ingeborg ; she is 
 so pretty." And then she rang, and made a 
 message for Ingeborg to come in, and asked 
 Ingeborg about the sewing. Ingeborg was a 
 Swedish girl who was the seamstress. She 
 stood a minute and made pretty answers in 
 German, and then went away. 
 
 " The sweetest creature in the world," said 
 her mistress ; " reads everything I read, and 
 much more. I made her read me ' The Chil 
 dren of the Lord's Supper ' in the Swedish, 
 lust that I might hear the pretty words." And 
 she repeated in the Swedish the closing lines. 
 
 So half an hour sped very pleasantly. And 
 when Irene called Jeannie from her dream of
 
 188 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 romance, and they walked across the Public 
 Garden together, and Jeanuie thanked her for 
 taking her with her, and told her it was the 
 best Christmas present she ever had, why, it 
 occurred to Irene, all at once, that, in starting 
 to give the rest of the world a Christmas pres 
 ent, she had given one to herself as well. 
 
 Should she go down to No. 99 " Needy " 
 Street, to see that there was no botch there ? 
 No, she would not go. They were not fools ; 
 they would take care of themselves. She would 
 go home in the lovely winter afternoon, and 
 write a letter to somebody to tell the adven 
 tures of the day. 
 
 Not that they seemed to her specially varied ; 
 all life was varied for her, and very full ; but 
 she did think that they ranged rather wider 
 in their interest than was usual even in her 
 adventures. 
 
 So, before she was tired, she was at her 
 pretty Davenport, in her pretty room, looking 
 out over the Valley Beautiful upon the Delec-> 
 table Mountains, as the sun was setting cheerily 
 on them, and lighting them up with the glories 
 of amber and gold and fire.
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 ANOTHER YEAR 
 
 HOW quickly a year goes round ! 
 And this year the snow had fallen as 
 early as Thanksgiving. And on Adam and 
 Eve's Day, in the morning, a little fresh fall 
 had made every roadway look as if it were ready 
 for a wedding. But the sky had cleared, and it 
 was, oh, so blue ! And Irene came out and 
 stood on the top of the high steps, and looked 
 across the Valley Beautiful to the Delectable 
 Mountains. 
 
 She was in a seal-skin sack this time, and 
 she wore a pretty Polish cap, all ready for a 
 sleigh-ride ; and as, with her deep brown eyes, 
 she looked into the blue, you would have 
 known that she was looking into heaven. 
 
 Just a minute she stood there, and then 
 up drove a heavily-robed sleigh ; and Horace 
 Whittier, who drove the handsome horses, flung 
 down the reins, sure that they would stand,
 
 190 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 and ran up the steps, and caught her by both 
 hands. 
 
 "lam ten minutes early!" cried he, "but 
 you are earlier. Victory, victory ! She waits 
 on the steps for her impatient lover." 
 
 " Impudent boy ! " said Irene, as he almost 
 lifted her into the sleigh, " is there nothing in 
 the world but you and your old horses ? Would 
 not anybody, with half a quarter of an eye, 
 want to stand and see that snow on the ever 
 greens, and my dear old Blue Hills white 
 against the sky? And you suppose I was 
 waiting for you ? " 
 
 " Anyway," said he happily, as he tucked her 
 in, " it is lucky I came early." 
 
 ** I think you are apt to come early," said she, 
 and they laughed happily as they started. 
 
 " Dear child," said Horace, " these bear-skins 
 are the most false of shams. This thing we sit 
 in is nothing but an express wagon. I made 
 just room enough for your little feet ; lucky 
 they are so little. But for me, what with 
 Noah's-arks and tin horses, and the Dutchman 
 and his wife, and battledoors, I am sure I 
 put my heel through the battledoors, and
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 191 
 
 the thermometer that I sat upon, and my poor 
 sister's glass shade, which I am afraid I drove 
 the whip-stock through, for me, I should be 
 very uncomfortable if you were not here. You 
 do not think all these people would mind if I 
 just melted the rime on my moustache by rest 
 ing it for an instant on that velvet cheek of 
 yours, do you ? ' ' 
 
 " Horace, if you do not talk sense, I will 
 beckon to that conductor, and go for my errands 
 in the Paul Dudley. People ride in the Paul 
 Dudley without having idiots talk to them." 
 
 " Sweetheart, the Paul Dudley shall be hung 
 this day with camellias and orange-blossoms. It 
 was in the Paul Dudley that you found the pict 
 ure. If it had not been for the Paul Dudley 
 and the picture, where should I have been this 
 day?" and now he was very serious. 
 
 " Dear Horace," said she, " it was to be, and 
 forty Paul Dudleys could not help it. Some 
 things are written in heaven." So they talked, 
 now of the gravest and now of the gayest; 
 laughed sometimes, and all but cried sometimes, 
 as he told some story of his adventurous life, 
 or she some story of hers, so quiet ; but he said
 
 192 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 that hers was more adventurous than his. They 
 talked, they laughed, or they were even silent, 
 in all the joy and certainty of happy love. 
 
 " How splendid your bear-skin cap is ! " said 
 she ; " it' it were only after dark when we came 
 to Oneida Street, we might ask the policeman 
 to show us the road to the roof of the houses, 
 and you could go down ihi chimney with the 
 Noah's-arks and things, while I held the pawing 
 steeds on the ridge-pole. On the whole, I am 
 rather glad the methods of civilization don't re 
 quire us to ride on ridge-poles. I am sure I 
 should be frightened. You mustn't stay too 
 long, and I don't think I will get out. Just at 
 noon we must be at the wedding ; and there 's 
 the hospital and Jeannie's people beside." 
 
 "Never fear me about being late at wed 
 dings," said the impetuous Horace ; "sometimes 
 I think I can never wait till they come. But the 
 longest lane turns at last." 
 
 " I tell you," said she, " that you are such a 
 favorite with Mrs. McGoffin, that you will stand 
 whispering soft nothings in her ear while I am 
 freezing to death here ; and at last I shall take 
 mercy on the horses, and walk them ten or
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY, 193 
 
 twenty times up the street and down, and they 
 will take fright in Harrison Avenue, and run 
 five miles, and I shall lie over the back of the seat 
 screaming, ' Horace, Horace ! ' and you will have 
 no clew to follow by but a line of Noah's-arks 
 and thermometers on the road ; and a mounted 
 policeman will come to the rescue, and will take 
 me to a grausome church near Punkapog, and 
 insist that I shall be his wife." 
 
 " Irene, I will kill that policeman ! I shall 
 arrive on my bicycle just in time; and when the 
 minister says, ' Does any man know cause ? ' I 
 shall say ' I do.' I shall shoot him with his own 
 revolver ; I shall take his place, and for once a 
 wedding will come off earlier than it was ex 
 pected. Never you fear Mrs. McGoffin's fas 
 cinations. I shall be down in twenty seconds, 
 before the horses know that I have stopped." 
 
 Nor did he much exaggerate his own speed. 
 He left the Noah's-arks and horses and guns 
 and swords and cups and balls and the prayer- 
 book and the tippet, for Mrs. McGoffin, Dennis 
 McGoffin, and all the little McGoffins, and was 
 down, as he said himself, " in no time." Then 
 to Jeannie's friends, with the self-registering 
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 194 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 thermometer and the Scott's Poems for the old 
 people, and no end of parcels for the youngsters. 
 Here, too, he left Irene's Christmas wishes, and 
 told why Irene could not stay long that day. 
 
 At the hospital they both alighted together. 
 Of course the children of a year ago were gone. 
 But life is almost as finite at one Christmas-tide 
 as at another : so there was no lack, alas, of 
 broken arms and broken legs and burned hands 
 among the little ones. This year there were no 
 paper soldiers for them ; but, by the time they 
 said good-by, each child had on his bed-table 
 a box of pewter soldiers, Prussian for the Ger 
 man girl, French for the French boy, red-coats 
 for little Johnny Bull, and even Highlanders 
 for the little Sawney. These, and two or three 
 books for the bigger children, left the surgical 
 ward happy. 
 
 " Thirteen minutes for the Weis children ! " 
 cried he, " and then there will be not a magnet 
 nor a Noah's-ark in the shebang." Nor was 
 there. 
 
 Then, as on the wings of the wind, he cut 
 across to the little Swedish Emanuel Church ; 
 and here was Tom, waiting for the horses. And,
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 195 
 
 quite in time, Horace gravely led Irene up the 
 right-hand aisle, and a very famous usher, with 
 an enormous bridal favor, placed him and her 
 in a pew among the bridegroom's friends. 
 
 " I told him to put us here," whispered he, 
 " because I was so afraid the bride would have 
 more on her side than poor Feodor. She is so 
 pretty, you know." 
 
 " You must not talk in meeting. You must 
 sit perfectly still." 
 
 Nor did he have to wait long before the 
 bride's procession moved up one aisle ; and the 
 pretty Ingeborg, blushing under her orange- 
 blossoms and her lace veil, met, face to face, 
 the handsome, proud, olive-faced Feodor, who 
 appeared, with his best men, at the head of his 
 aisle; and then in the quaint, homely Swed 
 ish, and by that pretty form of service, dear, 
 good Mr. Johanssen made them one. 
 
 Then, as is the sensible custom of the olden 
 churches, all the friends met for a moment to 
 sign the register. So in the vestry, while it was 
 got ready, Mr. Donne and his wife, Mrs. Her 
 bert, Horace, and Irene, as well as Mrs. Mc- 
 Goffin and Dennis, and Jeannie and her father
 
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 and mother, all stood together, making, indeed, 
 near half of the witnesses. 
 
 " Thank you so for the Patriarch's Sermons," 
 said Irene to Mr. Donne. " As soon as we are 
 well on our journey, I shall make Horace read 
 them aloud to me." 
 
 And Mr. Donne seemed like a different man 
 from that poor, languid fellow we saw a year 
 before, as he said eagerly : 
 
 " You will find the Poems at your house. 
 Roberts has sent the first volume from the bind 
 er's for a wedding present." 
 
 " I believe, Mr. Donne, you claim the making 
 of this match," said Horace, as he approached 
 them ; " now I thought it was my blunder." 
 
 " Yours ! how yours ? " 
 
 " Why, because she was my sister's best 
 bower, don't you see ? " 
 
 " Your sister's fiddlestick ! The Tartar, there, 
 looks to me as if he thought he made it. For 
 my part, I give Miss Mayhew the credit." 
 
 Meanwhile Mrs. Donne was hovering round 
 Irene, and asking about the evening, and talking 
 about her husband, and making her remember 
 how ill he was, and making her wonder how 
 well he seemed now.
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY, 197 
 
 " I believe, Irene, the day you came in and 
 set him to work on other people, that day 
 dates his recovery." 
 
 " He has sent me the volume of Philarete's 
 Sermons ; and I shall make Horace read them 
 to me." 
 
 "You will find that easy enough. They are 
 just such sermons as men like. They are the 
 Patriarch's annual reviews of the social condi 
 tion of Russia, you know. They are not a bit 
 like what we call sermons." 
 
 "And the Poems?" 
 
 " Oh ! the drollest, weirdest, most enticing, 
 and most provoking things you ever saw. But, 
 Irene, have you seen Rudolf? You will not 
 know him in his ulster. He is at the door with 
 the horses. Do you know Edward says that 
 boy is a genius ? But you found that out 
 too." 
 
 Irene, in another minute, was kissing Inge- 
 borg. Then she gavo her hand to Feodor. 
 
 " It was a happy day, I assure you, for me, 
 Miss Mayhew," said he, in. that preternaturally 
 accurate English which Russians speak when 
 they speak any, " the day I met you in the
 
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 hospital." " And the day when my little Ru 
 dolf piloted you to Mr. Donne." " And the 
 day when Ingeborg came in to help out his 
 Swedish," said the proud bridegroom. 
 
 And here came Mr. Johanssen and his clerk, 
 with the big book of the register. 
 
 And, after they had all signed, the minister 
 bade the bride and bridegroom good-by, with a 
 sort of benediction ; and then with much hand- 
 clapping, and gratulations in many languages, 
 Mr. and Mrs. Ivanovitch withdrew, and he 
 lifted her to the waiting carriage. 
 
 " Irene," said the impetuous Mrs. Herbert as 
 they looked from the window, "I want you to 
 notice that faultless polonaise of hers. Now 
 you think Madame Pierrot made it, and well 
 you may. But she did not. It is Ingeborg's 
 own idea, to tell the truth ; but every piece was 
 cut, and every stitch taken, by your Jeannie 
 Fraser. The girl is an artist." 
 
 " And so you will find her, Fanny. She will 
 not run your Wheeler & Wilson long. Before 
 you are five years older she will be in your bil 
 liard-room, using the upper light as she models 
 her group of "
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 199 
 
 " Come, Irene, come, Irene, you and Fanny 
 must not philosophize forever. The Lady 
 Irene's shebang stops the way, and Tom is 
 dying to get out of it ; I to get in. Good-by, 
 good people, good-by." And so wedding num 
 ber one ended. 
 
 CHAPTER LAST. 
 
 TWO BY TWO. 
 
 Church of Glad Tidings was dimly 
 lighted that same evening. In festoons 
 on the pulpit and the font, in lines marking the 
 shape of the cross behind the pulpit, there was 
 enough evergreen to show that this was Christ 
 mas time. On the communion-table itself was 
 a heap of beautiful flowers, which covered the 
 low vase whose waters kept them fresh. The 
 font was overflowing too with white flowers; 
 and so one knew that here were preparations 
 for a festival. From the organ came heavenly, 
 sympathizing, and peaceful harmonies. And, in 
 the front pews, perhaps a hundred people waited
 
 20t7 flARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 quietly, among them everybody we met at 
 Ingeborg's wedding, except Mr. Johanssen and 
 his clerk, and two others. And many more 
 were there, of whom it has not been necessary 
 to advise this reader. The minister sat in his 
 great high-backed chair, holding his book in 
 his hand. 
 
 Quietly, and without any one's knowing the 
 moment of their entrance except the minister, 
 Horace and Irene came into the church to 
 gether, and walked slowly up to the chancel. 
 The church flashed light for their welcome. 
 The minister stood up to greet them, and, as 
 the strains of the organ died away, began the 
 service : " We are gathered together," 
 
 And as he looked upon her face, as their eyes 
 met, it was as the face of an angel love, cour 
 age, truth, and peace. And then he could look 
 into Horace's face, and there was the happy, 
 strong look of a brave man, joy, courage, 
 certainty, peace. 
 
 I suppose Irene's dress, which was a present 
 from Mrs. Herbert, was like other people's wed 
 ding dresses. I sat rather back in the church ; 
 but I am sure it was not a claret-colored alpaca.
 
 NEITHER SCRIP NOR MONEY. 201 
 
 Indeed I know, from some notes before me 
 why should I conceal it from you, dear Fanchon 
 and dear Dick? I know that it was of a creamy- 
 white brocade. You thought the veil was of 
 Valenciennes ? Yes ! but in truth it was made 
 on cushions, in Dunrobiri Alley, by Rudolf Weis's 
 own mother, who had been taught all that art 
 in Belgium, before she was sixteen years old. 
 That was her present to the bride. And the 
 myrtle wreath the bride wore, with its lovely 
 blossoms, was from myrtle, every spray of which 
 Rudolf himself had grown in his own windows. 
 
 And this bouquet, which even Horace let her 
 carry instead of an orthodox bouquet of orange- 
 blossoms, you see how pretty it is, though it 
 is not all white, it is made, every leaf of it, 
 from the flowers the hospital children have been 
 nursing in their own windows. The Maltese 
 cross she wears is Edward Donne's present; and 
 the bouquet-holder all that curious open sil 
 ver filigree- work is the work of Feodor's own 
 hands. There is Feodor, and there is Ingeborg 
 with him, in the third pew on the bridegroom's 
 side. 
 
 There is not a person in the church, from the
 
 202 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 old minister forward, but would gladly die for 
 Irene, though they would all rather live for her. 
 There is not a person here but is perfectly 
 happy, because she is perfectly happy, or they 
 hope she will be. Perfectly happy she is, or 
 she thinks she is. Perfectly happy is he, or he 
 thinks he is. But how little he knows or she 
 knows yet what a life of perfect happiness is ! 
 How much better will they know even twelve 
 months from to-day ! , 
 
 So the minister blessed them with all his 
 heart. And the organ waked from its silence, 
 and sounded forth the wedding-march ; and 
 Horace led her in triumph from the church, 
 and we all followed : 
 
 " Two by two ; that is the rule." 
 
 To illustrate another form of the willingness 
 to Lend a Hand, I wrote STAND AND WAIT.
 
 STAND AND WAIT: 
 
 A STORY OF CHRISTMAS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 CHKISTMAS EVE. 
 
 " '~pHEY 'VE come ! they 've come ! " 
 
 -* This was the cry of little Herbert, as 
 he ran in from the square stone which made 
 the large doorstep of the house. Here he had 
 been watching, a self-posted sentinel, for the 
 moment when the carriage should turn the cor 
 ner at the bottom of the hill. 
 
 " They 've come ! they 've come ! " echoed 
 joyfully through the house ; and the cry pen 
 etrated out into the extension, or L, where 
 the grown members of the family were, in the 
 kitchen, " getting tea" by some formulas more 
 solemn than ordinary. 
 
 " Have they come ? " cried Grace ; and she 
 set her skillet back to the quarter-deck, or after- 
 part of the stove, lest its white contents should
 
 204 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 burn while she was away. She threw a waiting 
 handkerchief over her shoulders, and ran with 
 the others to the front door, to wave something 
 white, and to be in at the first welcome. 
 
 Young and old were gathered there in that 
 hospitable open space, where the side road swept 
 up to the barn on its way from the main road. 
 The bigger boys of the home party had scat 
 tered half-way down the hill by this time. 
 Even grandmamma had stepped down from the 
 stone, and walked half-way to the roadway. 
 Every one was waving something. Those who 
 had no handkerchiefs had hats or towels to 
 wave ; and the more advanced boys began an 
 undefined or irregular cheer. 
 
 But the carryall advanced slowly up the hill, 
 with no answering handkerchief, and no bon 
 neted head stretched out from the side. And, 
 as it neared Sam and Andrew, their enthusiasm 
 could be seen to droop, and George and Her 
 bert stopped their cheers as it came up to them ; 
 and before it was near the house, on its grieved 
 way up the hill, the bad news had come up be 
 fore it, as bad news will, " She has not come, 
 after all."
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 205 
 
 It was Huldah Root, Grace's older sister, 
 who had not come. John Root, their father, 
 had himself driven down to the station to meet 
 her ; and Abner, her oldest brother, had gone 
 with him. It was two years since she had been 
 at home, and the whole family was on tiptoe to 
 welcome her. Hence the unusual tea prepara 
 tion ; hence the sentinel on the doorstep ; hence 
 the general assembly in the yard ; and, after all, 
 she had not come ! It was a wretched disap 
 pointment. Her mother had that heavy, silent 
 look, which children take as the heaviest afflic 
 tion of all, when they see it in their mothers' 
 faces. John Root himself led the horse into 
 the barn, as if he did not care now for anything 
 which might happen in heaven above or in 
 earth beneath. The boys were voluble in their 
 rage : " It is too bad ! " and, " Grandmamma, 
 don't you think it is too bad ? " and, " It is the 
 meanest thing I ever heard of in all my life ! " 
 and, " Grace, why don't you say anything? 
 Did you ever know anything so mean ? " As 
 for poor Grace herself, she was quite beyond 
 saying anything. All the treasured words she 
 had laid up to say to Huldah ; all the doubts
 
 206 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 and hopes and guesses, which were secret to 
 all but God, but which were to be poured out in 
 Huldah's ear as soon as they were alone, were 
 coming up one by one, as if to choke her. She 
 had waited so long for this blessed fortnight 
 of sympathy, and now she had lost it. Grace 
 could say nothing. And poor grandmamma, on 
 whom fell the quieting of the boys, was at 
 heart as wretched as any of them. 
 
 Somehow, something got itself put on the 
 supper-table ; and, when John Root and Abner 
 came in from the barn, they all sat down to pre 
 tend to eat something. What a miserable con 
 trast to the Christinas Eve party which had 
 been expected ! 
 
 The observance of Christmas is quite a nov 
 elty in the heart of New England among the 
 lords of the manor. Wiuslow and Brewster, 
 above Plymouth Rock, celebrated their first 
 Christmas by making all hands work all day in 
 the raising of their first house. It was in that 
 way that a Christian empire was begun. They 
 builded better than they knew. They and 
 theirs, in that hard day's work, struck the key 
 note for New England for two centuries and a
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 207 
 
 half. And many and many a New Englander, 
 still in middle life, remembers that in childhood, 
 though nurtured in Christian homes, he could 
 not have told, if he were asked, on what day of 
 the year Christmas fell. But as New England, 
 in the advance of the world, has come into the 
 general life of the world, she has shown no in 
 aptitude for the greater enjoyments of life ; and, 
 with the true catholicity of her great Congrega 
 tional system, her people and her churches seize, 
 one after another, all the noble traditions of the 
 loftiest memories. And so in this matter we 
 have in hand : it happened that the Roots, in 
 their hillside home, had determined that they 
 would celebrate Christmas, as never had Roots 
 done before since Josiah Root landed at Salem 
 from the Hercules, with other Kentish people, 
 in 1635. Abner and Gershom had cut and 
 trimmed a pretty fir-balsam from the edge of 
 the Hotchkiss clearing, and it was now in the 
 best parlor. Grace, with Mary Bickford, her 
 firm ally and other self, had gilded nuts, and 
 rubbed lady-apples, and strung popped corn ; 
 and the tree had been dressed in secret, the 
 youngsters all locked and warned out from the
 
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 room. The choicest turkeys of the drove, and 
 the tenderest geese from the herd, and the 
 plumpest fowls from the barnyard, had been sac 
 rificed on consecrated altars. And all this was 
 but as accompaniment and side illustration of 
 the great glory of the celebration, which was 
 that Huldah, after her two years' absence, IIul- 
 dah was to come home. 
 
 And now she had not come, nay, was not 
 coming ! 
 
 As they sat down at their Barmecide feast, 
 how wretched the assemblage of unrivalled 
 dainties seemed ! John Root handed to his wife 
 their daughter's letter ; she read it and gave 
 it to Grace, who read it, and gave it to her 
 grandmother. No one read it aloud. To read 
 aloud in such trials is not the custom of New 
 
 England. 
 
 BOSTON, Dec 24, 1848. 
 
 DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER; It is dread 
 ful to disappoint you all, but I cannot come. 
 I am all ready, and this goes by the carriage that 
 was to take me to the cars. But our dear little 
 Horace has just been brought home, I am afraid, 
 dying ; but we cannot tell, and I cannot leave
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 209 
 
 him. You know there is really no one who can 
 do what I can. He was riding on his pony. 
 First the pony came home alone ; and, in five 
 minutes after, two policemen brought the dear 
 child in a carriage. His poor mother is very 
 calm, but cannot think yet, or do anything. 
 We have sent for his father, who is down-town. 
 I try to hope that he may come to himself ; but 
 he only lies and draws long breaths on his little 
 bed. The doctors are with him now ; and I 
 write this little scrawl to say how dreadfully 
 sorry I am. A Merry Christmas to you all. Do 
 not be troubled about me. 
 
 Your own loving 
 
 HULDAH. 
 
 P. S. I have got some little presents for the 
 children ; but they are all in my trunk, and I 
 cannot get them out now. I will make a bun 
 dle Monday. Good-by. The man is waiting. 
 
 This was the letter that was passed from 
 hand to hand, of which the contents slowly 
 trickled into the comprehension of all parties, 
 according as their several ages permitted them
 
 210 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 to comprehend. Sam, as usual, broke the si 
 lence by saying : 
 
 " It is a perfect shame ! She might as well be 
 a nigger slave ! I suppose they think they have 
 bought her and sold her. I should like to see 
 'em all, just for once, and tell 'em that her flesh 
 and blood is as good as theirs; and that, with 
 all their airs and their money, they 've no busi 
 ness to " 
 
 "Sam," said poor Grace, "you shall not say 
 such things. Huldah has stayed because she 
 chose to stay ; and that is the worst of it. She 
 will not think of herself, not for one minute ; 
 arid so everything happens." 
 
 And Grace was sobbing beyond speech again ; 
 and her intervention amounted, therefore, to 
 little or nothing. The boys, through the even 
 ing, descanted among themselves on the outrage. 
 Grandmamma, and, at last, their mother, took 
 successive turns in taming their indignation ; 
 but, for all this, it was a miserable evening. 
 As for John Root, he took a lamp in one hand, 
 and the Weekly Tribune in the other, and sat 
 before the fire and pretended to read ; but not 
 once did John Root change the fold of the paper
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 211 
 
 that evening. It was a wretched Christmas 
 Eve ; and, at half-past eight, every light was 
 out, and every member of the household was 
 lying, stark-awake, in bed. 
 
 Huldah Root, you see, was a servant with the 
 Bartletts, in Boston. When she was only six 
 teen she was engaged at her trade, as a vest- 
 maker, in that town ; and, by some chance, 
 made an appointment to sew as a seamstress 
 at Mrs. Bartlett's for a fortnight. There were 
 any number of children to be clothed there ; 
 and the fortnight extended to a month. Then 
 the month became two months. She grew fond 
 of Mrs. Bartlett, because Mrs. Bartlett grew 
 fond of her. The children adored her ; and she 
 kept an eye to them ; and it ended in her en 
 gaging to spend the winter there, half-seam 
 stress, half-nurse, half-nursery-governess, and a 
 little of everything. From such a beginning it 
 had happened that she had lived there six years, 
 in confidential service. She could cook better 
 than anybody in the house, better than Mrs. 
 Bartlett herself; but it was not often that she 
 tried her talent there. On a birthday perhaps,
 
 212 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 in August, she would make huckleberry cakes, 
 by the old homestead receipt, for the children. 
 She had the run of all their clothes as nobody 
 else had ; took the younger ones to be meas 
 ured ; and saw that Done of the older ones went 
 out with a crack in a seam, or a rough edge at 
 the foot of a trowser. It was whispered that 
 Minnie had rather go into the sewing-room to 
 get Huldah to show her about Alligation or 
 Square-root, than to wait for Miss Thurber's 
 explanations in the morning. In fifty such 
 ways it happened that Huldah, who, on the 
 roll-call of the census-man, probably rated as a 
 nursery-maid in the house, was the confidential 
 friend of every member of the family, from Mr. 
 Bartlett, for whom she knew where to find 
 the Intelligencer, down to the chore-boy who 
 came in to black the shoes. And so it was that, 
 when poor little Horace was brought in with his 
 skull knocked in by the pony, Huldah was, 
 and modestly knew that she was, the most 
 essential person in the stunned family-circle. 
 
 While her brothers and sisters were putting 
 out their lights at New Durham, heart-sick and 
 wounded, Huldah was sitting in that still room.
 
 S'i'AND AND WAIT. 213 
 
 where only the rough, choked breathing of poor 
 Horace broke the sound. She was changing, 
 once in ten minutes, the ice-water cloths ; was 
 feeling of his feet sometimes ; wetting his tongue 
 once or twice in an hour; putting her ringer 
 to his pulse, with a native sense which needed 
 no second-hand to help it; and all the time, 
 with the thought of him, was remembering how 
 grieved and hurt and heart-broken they were at 
 home. Every half-hour, or less, a pale face ap 
 peared at the door; and Huldah just slid across 
 the room and said : " He is really doing nicely, 
 pray lie down ; " or " His pulse is surely bet 
 ter ; I will certainly come to you if it flags ; " 
 or " Pray trust me, I will not let you wait a 
 moment if he needs you ; " or " Pray get ready 
 for to-morrow. An hour's sleep now will be 
 worth everything to you then." And the poor 
 mother would crawl back to her baby and her 
 bed, and pretend to try to sleep ; and in half an 
 hour would appear again at the door. One 
 o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock. How com 
 panionable Dr. Lowell's clock seems when one 
 is sitting up so, with no one else to talk to I 
 Four o'clock at last ; it is really growing to be
 
 214 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 quite intimate. Five o'clock. " If I were in 
 dear Durham now, one of the roosters would 
 be calling," Six o'clock. Poor Horace stirs, 
 turns, flings his arm over. " Mother O Hul- 
 dah ! is it you ? How nice that is ! " And he 
 is unconscious again ; but he had had sense 
 enough to know her. What a blessed Christmas 
 present that is, to tell that to his poor mother 
 when she slides in at daybreak, and says : " You 
 shall go to bed now, dear child. You see I am 
 very fresh ; and you must rest yourself, you 
 know. Do you really say he knew you? Are 
 you sure he knew you? Why, Huldah, what 
 an angel of peace you are ! " 
 
 So opened Huldah's Christmas morning. 
 
 Days of doubt, nights of watching. Every 
 now and then the boy knows his mother, his 
 father, or Huldah. Then will come this heavy 
 stupor, which is so different from sleep. At last 
 the surgeons have determined that a piece of 
 the bone must come away. There is the quiet 
 gathering of the most skilful at the determined 
 hour ; there is the firm table for the little fel 
 low to lie on ; here is the ether and the sponge ;
 
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 and, of course, here and there, and everywhere, 
 is Huldah. She can hold the sponge, or she can 
 fetch and carry ; she can answer at once if she 
 is spoken to ; she can wait, if it is waiting ; she 
 can act, if it is acting. At last the wretched lit 
 tle button, which has been pressing on our poor 
 boy's brain, is lifted safely out. It is in Mor 
 ton's hand ; he smiles and nods at Huldah as 
 she looks inquiry, and she knows he is satisfied. 
 And does not the poor child himself, even in his 
 unconscious sleep, draw his breath more lightly 
 than he did before ? All is well. 
 
 " Who do you say that young woman is ? " 
 says Dr. Morton to Mr. Bartlett, as he draws 
 on his coat in the doorway after all is over. 
 " Could we not tempt her over to the General 
 Hospital ? " 
 
 " No, I think not. I do not think we can 
 spare her." 
 
 The boy Horace is new-born that day ; a New 
 Year's gift to his mother. So pass Huldah's 
 holidays.
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 CHRISTMAS AGAIN. 
 
 FOURTEEN years make of the boy, whose 
 pony was too much for him, a man equal to 
 any prank of any pony. Fourteen years will do 
 this, even to boys of ten. Horace Bartlett is 
 the colonel of a cavalry regiment, stationed just 
 now in West Virginia ; and, as it happens, this 
 twenty-four-year-old boy has an older commis> 
 sion than anybody in that region, and is the 
 Post Commander at Talbot C. H., and will be, 
 most likely, for the winter. The boy has a vein 
 of foresight in him, a good deal of system ; and, 
 what is worth while to have by the side of sys 
 tem, some knack of order. So soon as he finds 
 that he is responsible, he begins to prepare for 
 responsibility. His staff-officers are boys too ; 
 but they are all friends, and all mean to do their 
 best. His surgeon-in-charge took his degree 
 at Washington last spring ; that is encouraging. 
 Perhaps, if he has not much experience, he has,
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 217 
 
 at least, the latest advices. His bead is level 
 too ; he means to do his best, such as it is ; and, 
 indeed, all hands in that knot of boy-counsellors 
 will not fail for laziness or carelessness. Their 
 very youth makes them provident and grave. 
 
 So among a hundred other letters, as October 
 opens, Horace writes this : 
 
 TALBOT COURT HOUSE, VA., Oct. 3, 1863. 
 
 DEAR HULDAH, Here we are still, as I 
 have been explaining to father ; and, as you will 
 see by my letter to him, here we are like to 
 stay. Thus far we are doing sufficiently well. 
 As I have told him, if my plans had been adopted 
 we should have been pushed rapidly forward up 
 the valley of the Yellow Creek; Badger's corps 
 would have been withdrawn from before Win 
 chester ; Wilcox and Steele together would have 
 threatened Early ; and then, by a rapid flank 
 movement, we should have pounced down on 
 Longstreet (not the great Longstreet, but lit 
 tle Longstreet) and compelled him to uncover 
 Lynchburg ; we could have blown up the dams 
 and locks on the canal, made a freshet to sweep 
 all the obstructions out of James River ; and
 
 218 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WAD5WORTH CLUBS. 
 
 then, if they had shown half as much spirit on 
 the Potomac, all of us would be in Eichmond 
 for our Christmas dinner. But my plans, as 
 usual, were not asked for, far less taken. So, 
 as I said, here we are. 
 
 Well, I have been talking with Lawrence 
 Worcester, my surgeon-in-charge, who is a very 
 good fellow. His sick-list is not bad now, and 
 he does not mean to have it bad ; but he says 
 that he is not pleased with the ways of his ward- 
 masters ; and it was his suggestion, not mine, 
 mark you, that I should see if one or two of the 
 Sanitary women would not come as far as this 
 to make things decent. So, of course, I write 
 to you. Don't you think mother could spare 
 you to spend the winter here ? It will be rough, 
 of course ; but it is all in the good cause. Per 
 haps you know some nice women, well, not 
 like you, of course, but still, disinterested and 
 sensible, who would come too. Think of this 
 carefully, I beg you, and talk to father and 
 mother. Worcester says we may have three 
 hundred boys in hospital before Christmas ; 
 if Jubal Early should come this way, I don't
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 219 
 
 know how many more. Talk with mother and 
 
 father. 
 
 Always yours, 
 
 HORACE BARTLETT. 
 
 P. S. I have shown Worcester what I have 
 written ; he encloses a sort of official letter, 
 which may be of use. He says, " Show this 
 to Dr. Hayward ; get them to examine you 
 and the others, and then the government, on 
 his order, will pass you on." I enclose this 
 because, if you come, it will save time. 
 
 Of course Huldah went. Grace Starr, her 
 married sister, went with her, and Mrs. Phil- 
 brick, and Anna Thwart. That was the way 
 the\' happened to be all together in the Meth 
 odist church, that had been, of Talbot Court 
 House, as Christmas holidays drew near, of the 
 year of grace, 1863. 
 
 She and her friends had been there quite 
 long enough to be wonted to the strangeness of 
 December in the open air. On her little table, 
 in front of the desk of the church, were three or 
 four buttercups in bloom, which she had gath 
 ered in an afternoon walk, with three or four
 
 220 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 heads of hawksweed. " The beginning of one 
 year," Huldah said, " with the end of the other. " 
 Nay, there was even a stray rose which Dr. 
 Sprigg had found in a farmer's garden. Hul 
 dah came out from the vestry, where her own 
 bed was, in the gray of the morning, changed 
 the water for the poor little flowers, sat a mo 
 ment at the table to look at last night's memo 
 randa ; and then beckoned to the ward-master, 
 and asked him in a whisper, what was the 
 movement she had heard in the night, " An 
 other alarm from Early ? " 
 
 "No, miss, not an alarm. I saw the Colo 
 nel's orderly as he passed. He stopped here for 
 Dr. Fenno's case. There had come down an 
 express from General Mitchell, and the men were 
 called without the bugle, each man separately ; 
 not a horse was to neigh, if they could help 
 it. And really, miss, they were off in twenty 
 minutes." 
 
 "Off, who are off?" 
 
 " The whole post, miss, except the relief for 
 to-day. There are not fifty men in the village, 
 besides us here. The orderly thought they 
 were to go down to Braxton's ; but he did not 
 know."
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 221 
 
 Here was news indeed ! news so exciting that 
 Huldah went back at once, and called the other 
 women ; and they all of them together began on 
 that wretched business of waiting. They had 
 never yet known what it was to wait for a real 
 battle. They had had their beds filled with 
 this and that patient from one or another post, 
 and had some gun-shot wounds of old standing 
 among the rest ; but this was their first battle, 
 if it were a battle. So the covers were taken off 
 that long line of beds down on the west aisle, 
 and from those under the singers' seat ; and the 
 sheets and pillow-cases were brought out from 
 the linen-room, and aired, and put on. The 
 biggest kettles are filled up with strong soup ; 
 and they have milk-punch and beef-tea all in 
 readiness ; and everybody they can command 
 is on hand to help lift patients and distribute 
 food. But there is only too much time. Will 
 there never be any news? Anna Thwart and 
 Doctor Sprigg have walked down to the bend 
 of the hill, to see if any messenger is coming. 
 As for the other women, they sit at their table ; 
 they look at their watches ; they walk down 
 to the door ; thev come back to the table.
 
 222 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 I notice they have all put on fresh aprons, for 
 the sake of doing something more in getting 
 ready. 
 
 Here is Anna Thwart. " They are coming ! 
 they are coming ! somebody is coming. A 
 mounted man is crossing the flat, coming to 
 wards us ; and the doctor told me to come back 
 and tell." Five minutes more, ten minutes 
 more, an eternity more, and then a rat-tat-tat, 
 rat-tat-tat, the mounted man is here. " Wag 
 ons right behind. We bagged every man of 
 them at Wyatt's. Got there before daylight. 
 Colonel White's men from the Yellows came up 
 just at the same time, and we pitched in before 
 they knew it, three or four regiments, thirteen 
 hundred men, and all their guns." 
 
 " And with no fighting ? " 
 
 " Oh, yes ! fighting of course. The colonel 
 has got a train of wagons down here, with the 
 men that are hurt. That 's why I am here. 
 Here is his note." Thus does the mounted 
 man discharge his errand backward. 
 
 DEAR DOCTOR, We have had great success. 
 We have surprised the whole post. The com-
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 223 
 
 pany across the brook tried hard to get away, 
 and a good many of them, and of Sykes's men, 
 are hit ; but I cannot find that we have lost 
 more than seven men. I have nineteen wagons 
 here of wounded men, some hurt pretty badly. 
 
 Ever yours, H. 
 
 So there must be more waiting. But now 
 we know what we are waiting for ; and the end 
 will come in a finite world. Thank God, at 
 half-past three, here they are ! Tenderly, gently. 
 " Hush, Sam ! Hush Caesar ! You talk too 
 much." Gently, tenderly. Twenty-seven of 
 the poor fellows, with everything the matter, 
 from a burnt face to a heart stopping its beats 
 for want of more blood. 
 
 " Huldah, come here. This is my old class 
 mate, Barthew ; sat next me at prayers four 
 years. He is a major in their army, you see. His 
 horse stumbled, and pitched him against a stone 
 wall ; and he has not spoken since. Don't tell 
 me he is dying ; but do as well for him, Hul 
 dah," and the handsome boy smiled, "do 
 as well for him as you did for me." So they 
 carried Barthew, senseless as he was, tenderly
 
 224 HARRY WADS WORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 into the church ; and he became E, 27, on an 
 iron bedstead. Not half the soup was wanted, 
 nor the beef-tea, nor the punch. So much the 
 better. 
 
 Then came day and night, week in and out, 
 of army system and womanly sensibility ; that 
 quiet, cheerful, homish, hospital life, in the quaint 
 surroundings of the white-washed church ; the 
 pointed arches of the windows and the faded 
 moreen of the pulpit telling that it is a church, 
 in a reminder not unpleasant. Two or three 
 weeks of hopes and fears, failures and success, 
 bring us to Christmas Eve. 
 
 It is the surgeon-in-chief who happens to 
 give our particular Christmas dinner, I mean 
 the one that interests you and me. Huldah 
 and the other ladies had accepted his invitation. 
 Horace Bartlett and his staff, and some of the 
 other officers, were guests ; and the doctor had 
 given his own permit that Major Barthew 
 might walk up to his quarters with the ladies. 
 Huldah and he were in advance, he leaning, 
 with many apologies, on her arm. Dr. Sprigg 
 and Anna Thwart were far behind. The two
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 225 
 
 married ladies, as needing no escort, were in the 
 middle. Major Barthew enjoyed the emancipa 
 tion, was delighted with his companion, could 
 not say enough to make her praise the glimpses 
 of Virginia, even if it were West Virginia. 
 
 " What a party it is, to be sure ! " said he. 
 " The doctor might call on us for our stories, as 
 one of Dickens's chiefs would do at a Christmas 
 feast. Let us see, we should have 
 
 THE SURGEON'S TALE ; 
 THE GENERAL'S TALE; 
 
 for we may at least make believe that Hod's 
 stars have come from Washington. Then he 
 must call in that one-eyed servant of his, and 
 we will have 
 
 THE ORDERLY'S TALE. 
 Your handsome friend from Wisconsin shall tell 
 
 THE GERMAN'S TALE. 
 I shall be encouraged to tell 
 
 THE PRISONER'S TALK. 
 And you " 
 
 15
 
 226 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 " And 1 ? " said Huldah laughing, because he 
 paused. 
 
 " You shall tell 
 
 THE SAINT'S TALE." 
 
 Barthew spoke with real feeling, which he 
 did not care to disguise. But Huldah was not 
 there for sentiment ; and without quivering in 
 the least, or making other acknowledgment, she 
 laughed as she knew she ought to do, and said : 
 " Oh, no ! that is quite too grand, the story must 
 end with 
 
 THE SUPERINTENDENT OF SPECIAL 
 
 RELIEF'S TALE. 
 
 It is a little unromantic to the sound ; but 
 that 's what it is." 
 
 " I don't see," persisted the major " if Super 
 intendent of Special Relief means Saint in Latin, 
 why we should not say so." 
 
 " Because we are not talking Latin," said 
 Huldah. "Listen to me; and, before we come 
 to dinner, I will tell you a story pretty enough 
 for Dickens, or any of them ; and it is a story 
 not fifteen minutes old. 
 
 " Have you noticed that black-whiskered fel-
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 227 
 
 low, under the gallery, by the north window? 
 Yes, the same. He is French, enlisted, I think, 
 in New London. I came to him just now, man 
 aged to say etrennes and Noel to him, and a few 
 other French words, and asked if there were 
 nothing we could do to make him more at 
 home. Oh, no ! there was nothing ; madame 
 was too good, arid everybody was too good, and 
 so on. But I persisted. I wished I knew more 
 about Christmas in France ; and I staid by. 
 ' No, madame, nothing ; there is nothing : but, 
 since you say it, if there were two drops of 
 red wine, du vin de mon pays, madame; but 
 you could not, here in Virginia.' Could not I ? 
 Long arms has a superintendent of special re 
 lief. There was a box of claret, which was the 
 first thing I saw in the store-room the day I 
 took my keys. The doctor was only too glad 
 the man had thought of it ; and you should 
 have seen the pleasure that red glass as full 
 as I could pile it gave him. The tears were 
 running down his cheeks. Anna, there, had 
 another Frenchman; and she sent some to him: 
 and my man is now humming a little song about 
 the vin rouge of Bourgogne. Would not Mr.
 
 228 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 Dickens make a pretty story of that for 
 
 you, 
 
 THE FRENCHMAN'S STORY?' 
 
 Barthew longed to say that the great novelist 
 would not make so pretty a story as she did. 
 But this time he did not dare. 
 
 You are not going to hear the eight stories. 
 Mr. Dickens was not there, nor, indeed, was I. 
 But a jolly Christinas dinner they had, though 
 they had not those eight stories. Quiet they 
 were, and very, very happy. It was a strange 
 thing, if one could have analyzed it, that they 
 should have felt so much at home, and so much 
 at ease with each other, in that queer Virginian 
 kitchen, where the doctor and his friends of his 
 mess had arranged the feast ; and a happy thing 
 it was, that the recollections of so many other 
 Christmas homes should come in, not sadly, 
 but pleasantly, and should cheer, rather than 
 shade, the evening. They felt off-soundings, all 
 of them. There was, for the time, no responsi 
 bility. The strain was gone. The gentlemen 
 were glad to be dining with ladies, I be 
 lieve ; the ladies, unconsciously, were probably 
 glad to be dining with gentlemen. The officers
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 229 
 
 were glad they were not on duty; and the 
 prisoner, if glad of nothing else, was glad he 
 was not in bed. But he was glad for many 
 things beside. You see it was but a little post. 
 They were far away; and they took things with 
 the ease of a detached command. 
 
 " Shall we have any toasts ? " said the doctor, 
 when his nuts and raisins and apples at last 
 appeared. 
 
 " Oli, no ! no toasts, nothing so stiff as that." 
 
 " Oh, yes ! oh, yes ! ' ' said Grace ; " I should 
 like to know what it is to drink a toast. Some 
 thing I have heard of all my life, and never saw." 
 
 " One toast, at least, then," said the doctor. 
 "Colonel Bartlett, will you name the toast?" 
 
 " Only one toast? " said Horace ; " that is a 
 hard selection: we must vote on that." 
 
 " No, no ! " said a dozen voices ; and a dozen 
 laughing assistants at the feast offered their 
 advice. 
 
 " I might give the Country ; I might give 
 the Cause ; I might give the President : and 
 everybody would drink," said Horace. " I might 
 give Absent Friends, or Home, Sweet Home; 
 but then we should cry."
 
 230 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 " Why do you not give the Trepanned Peo 
 ple ? " said Worcester, laughing, " or the Silver- 
 headed Gentlemen ? " 
 
 " Why don't you give the Staff and the 
 Line ? Why don't you give Here 's Hoping ? 
 Give Next Christmas ; give the Medical Depart 
 ment ; and may they often ask us to dine ! " 
 
 " Give Saints and Sinners," said Major 
 Barthew, after the first outcry was hushed. 
 
 " I shall give no such thing," said Horace. 
 " We have had a lovely dinner ; and we know 
 we have ; and the host, who is a good fellow, 
 knows the first thanks are not to him. Those 
 of us who ever had our heads knocked open, 
 like the Major and me, do know. Fill your 
 glasses, gentlemen, I give you the Special Diet 
 Kitchen." 
 
 He took them all by surprise. There was 
 a general shout ; and the ladies all rose and 
 dropped mock courtesies. 
 
 " By Jove," said Barthew to the Colonel, 
 afterwards, " It was the best toast I ever drank 
 in my life. Anyway, that little woman has 
 saved my life. Do you say she did the same 
 to you?"
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 CHRISTMAS AGAIN. 
 
 you think that, when the war was over, 
 Major Barthew, then Major-General, re 
 membered Huldah all the same, and came on 
 and persuaded her to marry him, and that she 
 is now sitting in her veranda, looking down 
 on the Pamunkey River. You think that, do 
 you not? 
 
 Well, you were never so mistaken in your 
 life ! If you want that story, you can go and 
 buy yourself a dime-novel. I would buy The 
 Rescued Rebel, or The Noble Nurse, if I were 
 you. 
 
 After the war was over, Huldah did make 
 General Barthew and his wife a visit once, at 
 their plantation in Pocataligo County ; but I 
 was not there, and know nothing about it. 
 
 Here is a Christmas of hers, about which she 
 wrote a letter ; and, as it happens, it was a 
 letter to Mrs. Barthew.
 
 232 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 HULDAII ROOT TO AGNES BARTIIEW. 
 
 VILLIERS-BOCAGE, Dec. 27, 1868. 
 
 . . . Here I was, then, after this series of 
 hopeless blunders, sole alone at the gare [French 
 for station] of this little, out-of-the-way town. 
 My dear, thew, was never an American here since 
 Christopher Columbus slept here when he was 
 a boy. And here, you see, I was like to re 
 main ; for there was no possibility of the others 
 getting back to me till to-morrow, and no good 
 in my trying to overtake them. All I could 
 do was just to bear it, and to live on and live 
 through, from Thursday to Monday; and really, 
 what was worst of all was, that Friday was 
 Christmas Day. 
 
 Well, I found a funny little carriage, with a 
 funny old man who did not understand my 
 patois any better than I did his ; but he under 
 stood a franc-piece. I had my guide-book, and 
 I said auberge; and we came to the oddest, most 
 outlandish and old-fashioned establishment that 
 ever escaped from one of Julia Nathalie wom 
 an's novels. And here I am. 
 
 And the reason, my dear Mrs. Barthew, that 
 I take to-day to write to you, you and the
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 233 
 
 Colonel will now understand. You see it was 
 only ten o'clock when I got here ; then I went 
 to walk, many enfants terribles following respect 
 fully ; then I came home, and ate the funny 
 refection ; then I got a nap ; then I went to 
 walk again, and made a little sketch in the 
 churchyard : and this time, one of the chil 
 dren brought up her mother, a funny Norman 
 woman, in a delicious costume, I have a 
 sketch of another just like her, and she drop 
 ped a courtesy, and, in a very mild patois, said 
 she hoped the children did not trouble madame. 
 And I said, "Oh, no ! " and found a sugar-plum 
 for the child, and showed my sketch to the 
 woman ; and she said she supposed madame 
 was Anglaise. 
 
 I said I was not Anglaise and here the 
 story begins ; for I said I was Americaine. And, 
 do you know, her face lighted up as if I had 
 said I was St. Gulda, or St. Hilda, or any of 
 their Northmen Saints. 
 
 " Americaine ! est-il possible ? Jeannette, 
 G-ertrude, faites vos reverences; madame est 
 Americaine" 
 
 And, sure enough, they all dropped preter-
 
 234 HARRY WADSWORTH AND \VADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 natural courtesies. And then the most eager 
 enthusiasm; how fond they all were of les 
 Americaines, but how no Americaines had ever 
 come before ! And was madame at the Three 
 Cygnets? And might she and her son and her 
 husband call to see madame at the Three Cyg 
 nets? And might she bring a little etrenne 
 to madame ? And I know not what beside. 
 
 I was very glad the national reputation had 
 gone so far. I really wished I were Charles 
 Sunnier (pardon me, dear Mrs. Barthew!), that 
 I might properly receive the delegation. But I 
 said, " Oh, certainly ! " and, as it grew dark, 
 with my admiring cortege, whispering now 
 to the street full of admirers that madame 
 was Americaine, I returned to the Three 
 Cygnets. 
 
 And in the evening they all came. Really, 
 you should see the pretty basket they brought 
 for an tirenne. I could not guess then where 
 they got such exquisite flowers ; these lovely 
 stephanotis blossoms, a perfect wealth of roses, 
 and all arranged with charming taste in a 
 quaint country basket, such as exists nowhere 
 but in this particular section of this quaint old
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 235 
 
 Normandy. In came the husband, dressed up 
 and frightened, but thoroughly good in his 
 look. In came my friend ; and then two sons 
 and two wives, and three or four children : and, 
 my dear Mrs. Barthew, one of the sons, I knew 
 him in an instant, was a man we had at Talbot 
 Court House when your husband was there. 
 I think the Colonel will remember him, a 
 black-whiskered man, who used to sing a little 
 song about le vin rouge of Bourgogne. 
 
 He did not remember me ; that I saw in a 
 moment. It was all so different, you know. 
 In the hospital I had on a cap and apron, and 
 here, well it was another thing. My hostess 
 knew that they were coming, and had me in 
 her largest room, and I succeeded in making 
 them all sit down ; and I received my formal 
 welcome ; and I thanked in my most Parisian 
 French ; and then the conversation hung fire. 
 But I took my turn now, and turned round to 
 poor Louis. 
 
 "You served in America, did you not?" 
 said I. 
 
 " Ah, yes, madame ! I did not know my 
 mother had told you."
 
 236 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 No more did she, indeed ; and she looked 
 astonished. But I persevered : 
 
 " You seem strong and well." 
 
 " Ah, yes, madame ! " 
 
 " How long since you returned ? " 
 
 " As soon as there was peace, madame. We 
 were mustered out in June, madame." 
 
 " And does your arm never trouble you? " 
 
 " Oh, never, madame ! I did not know my 
 mother had told you." 
 
 New astonishment on the part of the mother. 
 
 " You never had another piece of bone come 
 out ? " 
 
 " Oh, no, madame ! how did madame know ? 
 I did not know my mother had told you ! " 
 
 And by this time I could not help saying: 
 " You Normans care more for Christmas than 
 we Americans ; is it not so, my brave ? " 
 
 And this he would not stand ; and he said 
 stoutly, " Ah, no, madame ! no, no, jamais ! " 
 and began an eager defence of the religious 
 enthusiasm of the Americans, and their good 
 ness to all people who were good, if people 
 would only be good. But still he had not the 
 least dream who I was. And I said :
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 237 
 
 " Do the Normans ever drink Burgundy ? " 
 and to my old hostess : " Madame, could you 
 bring us a flask du vin rouge de Bourgogne ? " 
 and then I hummed his little chanson, I am 
 sure Colonel Barthew will remember it, 
 " Deux gouttes du vin rouge de Bourgogne" 
 
 My dear Mrs. Barthew, he sprang from his 
 chair and fell on his knees, and kissed my 
 hands, before I could stop him. And when his 
 mother and father, and all the rest, found that 
 I was the particular sceur de la charite who had 
 had the care of dear Louis when he was hurt, 
 and that it was I he had told of that very day, 
 for the thousandth time, I believe, who 
 gave him that glass of claret, and cheered up 
 his Christmas, I verily believe they would have 
 taken me to the church to worship me. They 
 were not satisfied, the women with kissing 
 me, or the men with shaking hands with each 
 other ; the whole auberge had to be called in, 
 and poor / was famous. I need not say I cried 
 my eyes out ; and when, at ten o'clock, they 
 let me go to bed, I was worn out with crying, 
 and laughing, and talking, and listening ; and 
 I believe they were as much upset as I.
 
 238 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTII CLUBS. 
 
 Now that is just the beginning ; and yet I see 
 I must stop. But, for forty-eight hours I have 
 been simply a queen. I can hardly put my foot 
 to the ground. Christmas morning, these dear 
 Thibault people came again ; and then the cure 
 came ; and then some nice Madame Perrons 
 came, and I went to mass with them ; and, 
 after mass, their brother's carriage came, and 
 they would take no refusals; but with many 
 apologies to my sweet old hostess, at the Three 
 Cygnets, I was fain to come up to M. Firmin's 
 lovely chateau here, and make myself at home 
 till my friends shall arrive. It seems the poor 
 Thibaults had come here to beg the flowers for 
 the etrenne. It is really the most beautiful 
 country residence I have seen in France ; and 
 they live on the most patriarchal footing with 
 all the people round them. I am sure I ought 
 to speak kindly of them. It is the most fasci 
 nating hospitality. So here am I, waiting, with 
 my little sac de nuit to make me aspettabile ; 
 and here I ate my Christmas dinner. Tell 
 the Colonel that here is " THE TRAVELLER'S 
 TALE ; " and that is why the letter is so long. 
 Most truly } r ours, 
 
 HULDAH ROOT.
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 ONE CHRISTMAS MORE. 
 
 r I ""HIS last Christmas party is Huldah's own. 
 -* It is hers, at least, as much as it is any 
 one's. There are five of them, nay six, with 
 equal right to precedence in the John o' Groat's 
 house, where she has settled down. It is one 
 of those comfortable houses which are still left 
 three miles out from the old State House in 
 Boston. It is not all on one floor ; that would 
 be, perhaps, too like the golden courts of 
 heaven. There are two stories ; but they are 
 connected by a central flight of stairs of easy 
 tread (designed by Charles Cummings) ; so 
 easy, and so stately withal, that, as you pass 
 over them, you always bless the builder, and 
 hardly know that you go up or down. Five 
 large rooms on each floor give ample room for 
 the five heads of the house, if, indeed, there be 
 not six, as I said before. 
 
 In this Saints' Rest there have drifted to 
 gether, by the eternal law of attraction, Hul-
 
 240 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 dah, and Ellen Philbrick (who was with her in 
 Virginia and in France, and has been, indeed, 
 but little separated from her, except on duty, 
 for twenty years), and with them three other 
 friends. These women, well I cannot intro 
 duce them to you without writing three stories 
 of true romance, one for each. This quiet, 
 strong, meditative, helpful saint, who is coming 
 into the parlor now, is Helen Touro. She 
 was left alone with her baby when the Empire 
 State went down, and her husband was never 
 heard of more. The love of that baby warmed 
 her to the love of all others ; and, when I first 
 knew her, she was ruling over a home of babies, 
 whose own mothers or fathers were not, always 
 with a heart big enough to say there was room 
 for one more waif in that sanctuary. That 
 older woman, who is writing at the Davenport 
 in the corner, lightened the cares and smoothed 
 the daily life of General Schuyler in all the last 
 years of his life, when he was in the Cabinet, 
 in Brazil, and in Louisiana. His wife was long 
 ill, and then died. His children needed all a 
 woman's care ; and this woman stepped to the 
 front, cared for them, cared for all his house-
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 241 
 
 hold, cared for him ; and I dare not say how 
 much is due to her of that which you and I say 
 daily we owe to him. Miss Peters, I see you 
 know. She served in another regiment; was 
 at the head of the sweetest, noblest, purest 
 school that ever trained, in five-and-twenty 
 years, five hundred girls to be the queens in 
 five hundred happy and strong families. All 
 of these five, our Huldah, and Mrs. Philbrick 
 too, you have seen before, all of them have 
 been in " the service ; " all of them have known 
 that perfect service is perfect freedom. I think 
 they know that perfect service is the highest 
 honor. They have together taken this house, 
 as they say, for the shelter and home of their 
 old age. But Huldah, as she plays with your 
 Harry there, does not look to me as if she were 
 
 superannuated yet. 
 
 " But you said there were six in all." 
 " Did I ? I suppose there are. Mr. Phil- 
 brick, are there five captains in your establish 
 ment, or six? " 
 
 " My dear Mr. Hale, why do you ask me ? 
 You know there are five captains and one 
 general. We have persuaded Seth Corbet to 
 
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 242 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 make his home here, yes, the same who went 
 round the world with Mrs. Cradock. Since her 
 death, he has come home to Boston ; and he 
 reports to us, and makes his headquarters here. 
 He sees that we are all right every morning ; 
 and then he goes his rounds to see every grand 
 child of old Mr. Cradock, and to make sure 
 that every son and daughter of that house is 
 ' all right.' Sometimes he is away over night. 
 This is when somebody in the circle of their 
 friends is more sick than usuaj, and needs a 
 man nurse. That old man was employed by 
 old Mr. Cradock, in 1816, when he first went 
 to housekeeping. He has had all the sons and 
 all the daughters of that house in his arms ; 
 and now that the youngest of them is five-and- 
 Iwenty, and the oldest fifty, I suppose he is not 
 satisfied any day until he has seen that they 
 and theirs, in their respective homes, are well. 
 He thinks we here are babies ; but he takes 
 care of us all the more courteously." 
 " Will he dine with you to-day ? " 
 "I am afraid not ; but we shall see him at 
 the Christmas-tree after dinner. There is to be 
 a tree."
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 243 
 
 You see, this house was dedicated to the 
 Apotheosis of Noble Ministry. Over the man 
 tel-piece hung Raphael Morghen's large print 
 of " The Lavatio," Caracci's picture of the 
 " Washing of the Feet," the only copy I ever 
 saw. We asked Huldah about it. 
 
 " Oh, that was a present from Mr. Burch- 
 stadt, a rich manufacturer in Wirtemberg, to 
 Ellen ! She stumbled into one of those villages 
 when everybody was sick and dying of typhus, 
 and tended and watched and saved, one whole 
 summer long, as Mrs. Ware did at Osmotherly. 
 And this Mr. Burchstadt wanted to do some 
 thing; and he sent her this in acknowl 
 edgment. 
 
 On the other side was Kaulbach's own study 
 of Elizabeth of Hungary, dropping her apron 
 full of roses. 
 
 " Oh ! what a sight the apron discloses ; 
 The viands are changed to real roses ! " 
 
 When I asked Huldah where that came from, 
 she blushed, and said, " Oh, that was a present 
 to me ! " and led us to Steinler's exquisite 
 " Good Shepherd," in a larger and finer print 
 than I had ever seen. Six or eight gentlemen
 
 244 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 in New York, who, when they were dirty babies 
 from the gutter, had been in Helen Touro's 
 hands, had sent her a portfolio of beautiful 
 prints, each with this same idea, of seeking 
 what was lost. This one she had chosen for 
 the sitting-room. 
 
 And on the fourth side was that dashing 
 group of Horace Vernet's, " Gideon crossing 
 Jordan," with the motto wrought into the 
 frame, " Faint, yet pursuing." These four pic 
 tures are all presents to the "girls," as I find 
 I still call them ; and on the easel, Miss Peters 
 had put her copy of " The Tribute Money." 
 There were other pictures in the room ; but 
 these five unconsciously told its story. 
 
 The five girls were always together at Christ 
 mas ; but, in practice, each of them lived here 
 only two fifths of her time. " We make that 
 a rule," said Ellen, laughing. " If anybody 
 comes for anybody when there are only two 
 here, those two are engaged to each other ; 
 and we stay. Not but what they can come 
 and stay here if we cannot go to them." In 
 practice, if any of us, in the immense circles 
 which these saints had befriended, were in a
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 245 
 
 scrape, as, if a mother was called away from 
 home, and there were some children left, or if 
 scarlet fever got into a house, or if the chil 
 dren had nobody to go to Mount Desert with 
 them, or if the new house were to be set in 
 order, and nobody knew how, in any of the 
 trials of well-ordered families, why, we rode 
 over to the Saints' Rest to see if we could 
 not induce one of the five to come and put 
 things through. So that in practice, there were 
 seldom more than two on the spot there. 
 
 But we do not get to the Christmas dinner. 
 There were covers for four-and-twenty ; and all 
 the children besides were in a room up-stairs, 
 presided over by Maria Munroe, who was in 
 her element there. Then our party of twenty- 
 four included men and women of a thousand 
 romances, who had learned and had shown the 
 nobility of service. One or two of us were 
 invited as novices, in the hope, perhaps, that 
 we might learn. 
 
 Scarcely was the soup served when the door 
 bell rang. Nothing else ever made Huldah 
 look nervous. Bartlett, who was there, said, in 
 an aside to me, that he had seen her more calm
 
 246 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 when there was a volley firing within hearing 
 of her store-room. Then it rang again. Helen 
 Touro talked more vehemently ; and Mrs. Bart- 
 lett at her end started a great laugh. But 
 when it rang the third time something had to 
 be said ; and Huldah asked one of the girls, 
 who was waiting, if there were no one attend 
 ing at the door. 
 
 " Yes 'm, Mr. Corbet." 
 
 But the bell rang a fourth time, and a fifth. 
 
 " Isabel, you can go to the door. Mr. Corbet 
 must have stepped out." 
 
 So Isabel went out, but returned with a face 
 as broad as a soup-plate. " Mr. Corbet is 
 there, ma'am." 
 
 Sixth door-bell peal, seventh, and eighth. 
 
 " Mary, I think you had better see if Mr. 
 Corbet has gone away. " 
 
 Mary returns, face one broad grin. 
 
 " No, ma'am, Mr. Corbet is there. " 
 
 Heavy steps in the red parlor. Side door 
 bell, a little gong, begins to ring. Front bell 
 rings ninth time, tenth, and eleventh. 
 
 Saint John, as we call him, had seen that 
 something was amiss, and had kindly pitched
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 247 
 
 in with a dissertation on the passage of the Red- 
 River Dam, in which the gravy-boats were 
 steamships, and the cranberry was General 
 Banks, and the spoons were aids. But, when 
 both door-bells rang together, and there were 
 more steps in the hall, Huldah said, " If you 
 will excuse me," and rose from the table. 
 
 " No, no, we will not excuse you," cried 
 Clara Hastings. " Nobody will excuse you. 
 This is the one day of the year when you are 
 not to work. Let me go." So Clara went out. 
 And after Clara went out, the door-bells rang 
 no more. I think there were still steps in the 
 hall. She came back, and said a man was in 
 quiring his way to the " Smells ; " and they di 
 rected him to " Wait's Mills," which she hoped 
 would do. And so Huldah's and Grace's stu 
 pendous housekeeping went on in its solid or 
 der, reminding one of those well-proportioned 
 Worcester teas, which are, perhaps, the crown 
 and glory of the New-England science in this 
 matter. I ventured to ask Sam Root, who sat 
 by me, if the Marlborough tarts were not equal 
 to his mother's. 
 
 And we sat long ; and we laughed loud. We
 
 248 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 talked war, and poetry, and genealogy. We 
 rallied Helen Touro about her housekeeping ; 
 and Dr. Worcester pretended to give a list of 
 surgeons and majors and major-generals who 
 had made love to Huldah. By-and-by, when 
 the grapes and the bonbons came, the sixteen 
 children were led in by Maria Munroe, who 
 had, till now, kept them at games of string and 
 hunt the slipper. And, at last, Seth Corbet 
 flung open the door into the red parlor, to an 
 nounce " The Tree." 
 
 Sure enough, there was the tree, as the five 
 saints had prepared it for the invited chil 
 dren, glorious in gold, and white with wreaths 
 of snowflakes, and blazing with candles. Sam 
 Root kissed Grace, and said, " O Grace ! do you 
 remember? " But the tree itself did not surprise 
 the children as much as the five tables at the 
 right and the left, behind and before, amazed 
 the Sainted Five, who were indeed the children 
 now. A box of the vin rouge de Bourgogne, 
 from Louis, was the first thing my eye lighted 
 on, and above it a little banner read : " Huldah's 
 table. " And then I saw that these five tables 
 were heaped with the Christmas offerings to the
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 249 
 
 five saints. It proved that everybody, the 
 world over, had heard that they had settled 
 down. Everybody in the four hemispheres, 
 if there be four, who had remembered the un 
 selfish service of these five, had thought this a 
 fit time for commemorating such unselfish love, 
 were it only by such a present as a lump of coal. 
 Almost everybody, I think, had made Seth Cor 
 bet a confidant ; and so, while the five saints 
 were planning their pretty tree for the sixteen 
 children, the North and the South, and the East 
 and the West, were sending myrrh and frank 
 incense and gold to them. The pictures were 
 hung with Southern pine from Barthew. Boys, 
 who were now men, had sent coral from India, 
 pearl from Ceylon ; and would have been glad to 
 send ice from Greenland, had Christmas come 
 in midsummer. There were diamonds from 
 Brazil, and silver from Nevada, from those who 
 lived there ; there were books, in the choicest 
 binding, in memory of copies of the same word, 
 worn by travel, or dabbled in blood ; there 
 were pictures, either by the hand of near friend 
 ship, or by the master-hand of genius, which 
 brought back the memories, perhaps, of some
 
 250 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 old adventure in " The Service," perhaps, as 
 the Kaulbach did, of one of those histories 
 which makes all service sacred. In five-and- 
 tvventy years of life, these women had so sur 
 rounded themselves, without knowing it or 
 thinking of it, with loyal, yes, adoring friends, 
 that the accident of their finding a fixed home 
 had called in all at once this wealth of acknowl 
 edgment from those whom they might have for 
 gotten, but who would never, forget them. 
 And, by the accident of our coming together, 
 we saw, in these heaps on heaps of offerings of 
 love, some faint record of the lives they had en 
 livened, the wounds they had stanched, the 
 tears they had wiped away, and the homes they 
 had cheered. For themselves, the five saints, 
 as I have called them, were laughing and cry 
 ing together, quite upset in the surprise. For 
 ourselves, there was not one of us who, in this 
 little visible display of the range of years of 
 service, did not take in something more of the 
 meaning of, 
 
 " He who will be chief among you, let him be 
 your servant. " 
 
 The surprise, the excitement, the laughter,
 
 STAND AND WAIT. 251 
 
 and the tears found vent in the children's eager 
 ness to be led to their tree ; and, in three min 
 utes Ellen was opening boxes, and Huldah pull 
 ing fire-crackers, as if they had not been thrown 
 off their balance. But when each boy and girl 
 had two arras full, and the fir-balsam sent down 
 from New Durham was nearly bare, Edgar 
 Bartlett pointed to the top bough, where was a 
 brilliant not noticed before. No one had no 
 ticed it, not Seth himself, who had most of 
 the other secrets of that house in his possession. 
 I am sure that no man, woman, or child knew 
 how the thing came there ; but Seth lifted the 
 little discoverer high in air, and he brought it 
 down triumphant. It was a parcel made up in 
 shining silvered paper. Seth cut the strings. 
 
 It contained twelve Maltese crosses of gold, 
 with as many jewels, one in the heart of each, 
 I think, the blazing twelve of the Revelations. 
 They were displayed on ribbons of blue and 
 white, six of which bore Huldah's, Helen's, El 
 len Philbrick's, Hannah's, Miss Peters's, and 
 Seth Corbet's names. The other six had no 
 names ; but on the gold of these was marked : 
 " From Huldah, to " " From Helen, to
 
 252 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 " and so on, as if these were decorations 
 
 which they were to pass along. The saints 
 themselves were the last to understand the deco 
 rations ; but the rest of us caught the idea, and 
 pinned them on their breasts. As we did so 
 the ribbons unfolded, and displayed the motto of 
 the order : 
 
 " Henceforth I call you not servants ; I have 
 called you friends." 
 
 It was at that Christmas that the ORDER OF 
 LOVING SERVICE was born. 
 
 I NEVER supposed that the fancy of Club or 
 ganization, as conceived in the story, would be 
 practically carried out. But Miss Ella Russell 
 of New York at once read the story to some 
 boys in a mission school, and formed from them 
 the Club of 
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH HELPERS. 
 
 It is, so far as I know, the first of the long series 
 of Wadsworth Clubs. Of this club Miss Russell 
 gives this history : *' The boys, from thirteen to
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH HELPERS. 253 
 
 sixteen years old, felt that they were too old to 
 go to any mission school ; but the idea of a club 
 to meet Sunday afternoons, officered by them 
 selves, seemed a more grown-up affair. I had 
 read them the story of Harry Wads worth, with 
 which they were delighted ; and, as the class 
 was ten in number, they decided to call them 
 selves The Harry Wadsworth Helpers, to 
 adopt the four mottoes, and to see what they 
 could do to ' lend a hand.' They were to meet 
 each week at the Sunday-school rooms, joining 
 first with the school in the general exercises, 
 then having their own order of proceedings. 
 They had an initiation-fee, of ten cents, I be 
 lieve, and monthly dues, besides fines, &c. The 
 secretary kept a large book, and each member 
 pledged himself to do some special thing each 
 week ' to help some one ; ' and on Sundays all 
 these were given and recorded in the book. 
 Two of the boys devoted themselves to pick 
 ing up drunken men in the street, finding out 
 where they lived, and taking them home. 
 Some read to a hopelessly deformed boy who 
 could not sit up, and so on. Every two 
 months the money collected was spent by
 
 254 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 the boys themselves in relieving some case of 
 special distress. 
 
 " The boys now are men, and, though widely 
 scattered, are nearly all doing well. Only yes 
 terday I received a letter from one who has 
 been for several years in the Black Hills." 
 
 In one of the old numbers of the " From Year 
 to Year " I heard of similar organizations. 
 
 In the beginning of 1871, I had the list of 
 some fifty persons, in different parts of the 
 world, who called themselves, more or less defi 
 nitely, Harry Wadsworth People. Every two or 
 three months perhaps, from that time, for several 
 years, I would get a letter from one or another 
 of them, perhaps asking advice for the formation 
 of a club, perhaps sending me an anecdote of 
 some act of heroism or help. In answer to 
 questions about the forming of clubs, I have 
 always said that "the less fuss and feathers" 
 the better ; that all the idea I had of a Wads- 
 worth Club was, that it should be made of 
 unselfish people, who met, not for " mutual 
 improvement," but with some definite plan for 
 the other people. 
 
 I know not why, > but this book, " Ten Times
 
 HARRY WADSWORTH HELPERS. 255 
 
 One is Ten," very soon had an entree into pris 
 ons. I have, I suppose, a dozen letters, from 
 different sources, telling me of the pleasure pris 
 oners have taken in it. One of the clubs is one 
 of young ladies, who have circulated it in large 
 numbers, in prisons. Until last summer I should 
 have said that this was as important a club in 
 size as any. 
 
 I think the Ten Times One Club, of West- 
 field, Massachusetts, was the largest of these 
 organizations; is it so still? In 1874 Miss Mary 
 A. Lathbury, without having then seen the 
 book which the reader has in his hands, pro 
 posed the establishment of the Look-Up Legion, 
 with the four mottoes, which she had seen on 
 the frieze of a friend's parlor in Orange. This 
 Legion extends through five hundred or more 
 Sunday-schools. Their object is expressed in 
 this general order: 
 
 LOOK-UP LEGION. 
 
 THE Look-Up Legion is a society carried on 
 through the Bay Window Department of "The 
 Sunday-School Advocate," and having a member 
 ship of over three thousand boys and girls. Its 
 object is to aid in building up true character, and
 
 256 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 in scattering the light of unselfish lives. Its mem 
 bers pledge themselves to be " truthful, unselfish, 
 cheerful, hopeful, and helpful." They adopt the 
 famous Wadsworth mottoes, found in " Ten Times 
 One is Ten," by Rev. E. E. Hale: 
 
 " Look up and not down ; 
 Look out and not in ; 
 Look forward and not back, 
 and Lend a hand." 
 
 Persons may become members of this society by 
 sending their names to "The Sunday-School Advo 
 cate ; " this proves their willingness to subscribe to 
 the pledge. 
 
 Local chapters or clubs have been formed in 
 many places, and it is hoped that this will be done 
 wherever practicable. Weekly or semi-monthly 
 meetings are recommended, and some line of work, 
 adapted to the locality, may be carried on through 
 these meetings. 
 
 Reports from all such clubs will be welcomed at 
 the office of " The Sunday-School Advocate." A 
 beautiful badge of nickel plate, in the form of a 
 Maltese cross, bearing the four mottoes, will be 
 sent on receipt of fifteen cents. Pledge-cards at 
 three cents each. 
 
 MARTHA VAN MAETER. 
 
 Miss Van Marter is the corresponding secre 
 tary of the first division of the Legion ; her 
 address is Orange, New Jersey.
 
 WELCOME AND CORRESPONDENCE CLUBS. 257 
 
 In the summer of 1881 I met the first divi 
 sion of the Legion at its anniversary meeting. 
 Then was established the system of circular 
 correspondence which has been kept up ever 
 since. Any person or club who wishes to enter 
 into this correspondence must send fifty cents 
 subscription to the 
 
 WELCOME AND CORRESPONDENCE CLUB, 
 
 39 Highland Street, Roxbury, Mass. 
 
 To such club or person will be sent the 
 Monthly Circular, containing letters from the 
 several organizations. From the Circular of 
 the first year I copy here a few of these 
 reports. 
 
 FLOWER AND FRUIT MISSION. 
 
 THE work of our Flower Mission differs some 
 what from that in larger cities ; for we visit the 
 invalids hi their homes, more than in hospitals 
 and other charitable institutions ; and, not having 
 so many, we can devote more time to each, and 
 become better acquainted with them. The young 
 ladies who do not dare to undertake work of greater 
 responsibility succeed admirably in this charity; 
 
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 258 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 and it has always seemed to me, that, however re 
 freshing these visits are to the aged and sick, the 
 visitors themselves derive the greater benefit from 
 them in the lessons of patience and cheerfulness 
 which are often so forcibly impressed upon them. 
 Our Fruit and Flower Mission was started more 
 than twelve years ago, in connection with our Un 
 ion for Good Works, and is still going on quietly 
 and successfully ; and others have been formed 
 since in different churches. The names of the per 
 sons we were to visit were given to us by the Re 
 lief Committee of the Union, whom we consulted 
 when new ones were suggested, and to whom we 
 gave a monthly report of our work. I think it is 
 still carried on in the same way ; but, as I was 
 obliged to give up my part of the work some time 
 ago, I am not quite sure. We had a committee of 
 sixteen young ladies, eight of whom visited each 
 week, two usually going together. One from each 
 committee of eight was appointed to give to each 
 the names of those she should visit, keep the ac 
 counts, and divide the small sum of money with 
 which we bought fruit and delicacies when they 
 were not contributed. Each one made about six 
 visits, which was all we could do while the flowers 
 were fresh in the hot weather ; and each sent her re 
 port to our secretary, to be copied into the book to 
 which we always referred before making our next 
 visit. We became so interested in our patients 
 that we could not give them up when the flower 
 contributions ceased, and have always kept up our
 
 PIONEER LEGION WORK. 259 
 
 visiting through the winter,. taking fruit and little 
 delicacies, but avoiding all almsgiving. 
 
 Many of us have formed life-long friendships, for 
 which we shall always be grateful to the Flowed 
 Mission. 
 
 PIONEER LEGION WORK. 
 
 IT affords me pleasure to become a correspondent 
 of, and a subscriber to, your circulars on behalf of 
 the Look-Up Legion of this place. We live in a 
 lumbering district, and our advantages are few com 
 pared with our city sisters. Yet we enjoy other 
 benefits which they cannot. We have a grand pan 
 orama of evergreen-clad mountains, valleys rapidly 
 being reclaimed from their wild state, and the lim 
 pid streams reflecting the beauties from their crystal 
 depths. Pure air and pure water render living a 
 delight; and what more natural in such surround 
 ings than that morality should gain many friends? 
 The spirit of charity, which has never allowed a 
 poor-tax to be levied in this township, finally took 
 definite shape in the form of a band consisting of 
 twenty young ladies, from fifteen to twenty-one 
 years old, who, being rather prejudiced against 
 the word Club, took the name and pledge of the 
 "Look-Up Legion." Since the 1st of October last 
 they have met once a week in the afternoon, and
 
 260 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 sewed. They made a number of useful articles, such 
 as aprons, children's dresses, bags for school-books, 
 dressed dolls, &c. Then the week before Christmas 
 they held a fair and festival, the net profits being $50. 
 With this sum and other donations, they purchased a 
 library of carefully selected books. The Look-Up 
 Legion are members, and any one else can become 
 a member by paying one dollar, and quarterly fees 
 of twenty-five cents. Latterly the Legion has not 
 been meeting, on account of its members being 
 mostly in school, and their leisure time is limited. 
 They secured the services of an eminent minister to 
 lecture on London, which great city he had re 
 cently visited. Other lectures are in reserve; so 
 that the little band is a leaven that will very soon, 
 God prospering them, leaven the whole lump of 
 surrounding society. They are ready for any good 
 work that calls them, and will be glad to read of 
 the doings of other organizations, which may help 
 to decide their future course. 
 
 N. N. 
 
 A GIRLS' LEGION. HOW ABOUT BOYS? 
 
 THE club of which I am chief (if that be my 
 position) calls itself the Lend-a-Hand Club. It 
 numbers between forty and fifty members, all girls. 
 Some boys wish to join, but I have not yet seen 
 clearly the best way to receive them. I will ask 
 the Correspondence Club what I shall do with the
 
 A GIRLS* LEGION. 261 
 
 boys, under the circumstances, after being freely 
 told what the girls do. Our club meets at my house 
 once in two weeks, Monday, at4j o'clock, P.M., so 
 as not to interfere with school ; and continues in 
 session one hour, so as to get home before dark. 
 We sew or work on anything we have to do the 
 first half-hour of our session ; and the other half we 
 devote to literary exercises, such as reading and 
 recitations and music. Short original essays are 
 coaxed from the girls ; and we have an exercise we 
 call Oddities, which consists of something original 
 and funny, arranged by a committee selected the 
 week before, and kept a secret from the other mem 
 bers of the club till it is brought out at the meeting. 
 Sometimes it takes the form of a tableau, sometimes 
 a charade. Always it proves very interesting. As 
 for useful work, the girls are of ages from ten to fif 
 teen years, and know less about sewing than their 
 grandmothers did at their age, no doubt ; but they 
 bring such eager, willing hearts to the task, they 
 accomplish a good deal. In November we sent a 
 large box of clothing, and articles suitable for 
 Christmas presents, to a missionary in Utah. 
 
 The girls hold themselves in readiness to do any 
 kindly deed they may be asked to do. Sometimes, 
 when a beggar calls at my door, I send two or three 
 of the girls to find out about the family. If they 
 live in our town, and if they are found needy, we 
 attend to their wants as far as possible. 
 
 We have been organized only a year, and had a 
 long vacation of four months in the summer, and
 
 262 HARRY WADSWORTH AND WADSWORTH CLUBS. 
 
 are having another this winter, while the days are 
 short, so that our work has been interrupted. We 
 have bed-quilts and tidies and rugs commenced, 
 which we hope to see finished. Dressing dolls for 
 hospital children would be rather our delight, if we 
 knew just the best way to dispose of them. Our 
 city is rather too small for our benevolence. We 
 have a constitution and by-laws, a president, 
 vice-president, secretary, and treasurer. We have 
 a membership-fee of ten cents, payable yearly, and a 
 contribution of a penny each at every meeting. 
 
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 country herself, your country, and that you belong to her as you 
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