Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, December 9, 1894, Page 20

20 #m——_——.émm THE JUNGLE ~ LETTING 1§ Further Adventures of Mowgli. ——p RUDYARD (Copyrighted 1504 “Letting In the Jungle” is a continuation of the marvelous tales of “Mowgll's Broth- ers” and “Tiger! Tiger!” Those who read the first stories will remember how the tiger Bhere Khan pursued a little Indlan baby to the mouth of a cave, where it took refuge with Mother Wolf. The lame tiger de- manded his prey, but after defying him the pack adopted Mowgli, the man-cub, and he was reared as one of the jungle folk, talk- Ing their language and’ hunting and living plong with Baghecra, the black panther, and Baloo, the bear. It was when the pack re- volted against Akela, the old wolt who for years had led them to battle, that Mowgli in a fit of rage quit the jungle. He went to live among men, but before his departure vowed never to return till he came to spread Bhere Khan's hide over Council Rock In the village Mowgli found his real par- ents, Messua and her husband, and like a dutiful son tried to conform to human habits and speech. But jungle intrigues followed him, and when his arch enemy Shere Khan lay In wait thirsting for blood, his foster family, Mother Wolf, Grey Brother Aleka gave the man-cub warning. Mowgll was village herder at the time, and cun- ningly he trapped his foe. The lame tiger was decoyed into a narrow defile, and the angry bull buffaloes driven at a mad pace down the gorge till they trampled the last breath out of Shere Khan's body. In the moment of Mowgli's triumph Buldeo, th village hunter, demanded that the tiger skin be given him for the reward it would bring. His insistance forced the man-cub to call upon Akela for assistance. Obefent to or- ders the wolf sprang upon the hunter and pinned him to the ground while Mowgli stripped oft the gray hide. Seeing the beast’'s implicit obedience Buldeo returned to the village, declared Mowgli a sorcerer, and when the boy returned driving his buffaloes | before him the people stoned him from the gate. He then returned to the jungle, ful- filled his promised of carpeting Council Rock with Shere Khan's hide, called the pack to- gether, and after reinstating Akela as leader, he said, “Man Pack and Wolf Pack have cast me out. Now, I will hunt alone in the jungle.” So Mowgll went away and hunted with the four cubs in the jungle trom that day on. 1. You will remember how after Mowgli had pinned Shere Khan's hide to the Council and | Y s KIPLING. by the Autior.) | Mowgll, who had often amused himselt by throwing ripe paw-paws into a hornet's nest, and racing to the nearest pool before | the hornets caught him. “I asked of Mang what he had seen. said the Red Flower blossomed at of the villag ing guns. ow I know, for ‘I have good e'—Akela looked down at the old dry scars on his flank and side—"that men do not carry guns for pleasure. Presently, Brother, a man with a gun, follo trail—if fndeed he be not already on It. “But why should he? Men have cast me out. What more do they need?”’ sald Mow- gll, angrily. He our | returned. Hunte or why. He had just time to snatch up his paw as the skinning knife cut deep into ths ground below. Mowgli struck quicker than an average human eye could follow, but Akela was a wolt; and even a dog, who is very | far removed from the wild wolf, his ancestor, can be waked out of a deep sleep by a cart- touching his flank, and can spring away unharmed before that wheel comes on “Another time,” Mowgli fafd, quietly, re- turning the knife to its sheath, “speak of | the Man-pack and of Mowgli in two breaths— not one. “1t is not for us, the Free , to tell thee what thy brethren do, snuffing at the blade's cut in the earth, “but living with the Man-pack has spolled thy eye, Little Brother. I could have killed a buck while thou wast striking.” Bagheera sprang to his feet, his head as far as he could, sniffed and tiffened through every curve of his body. Grey Brother followed his example quickly, keeping a littie to the left to get the wind that was blowing frorh the right, while Akela bounded fifty yards up wind and, half-crouching, stiffened too. Mowgli looked on enviously. He could smell things as very few human beings. could, but he had never reached the hair-trigger-like sensitive- ness of a jungle nose; and his three months in the smoky village had put him back sadly. Howe he dampened his finger, rubb:d it on his nose and stood up to catch the upper scent, which, though it'is the faintest, is the truest, ‘‘Man," haunches “Buldeo,” sald Mowgli, sitting down. ‘‘He follows our trail, and yonder is the sunlight on his gun. Look!" It was no more than a splash of sunlight for a fraction of a second on the brass clamps of the old Tower musket, but nothing thrust' up Akela growled, dropping on his the gate | and men sat about it carry- | Little | “Thou art a man, Little Brother,” Akela | “Phff! that is a sharp tooth,” sald Akela,® THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: ISUNDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1894 again," sald Bagheera, coolly, round a tree trunk, in the game of man's buff that they were playing. what does the lean thing do?” “Eat or blow smoke out of his mouth, Men | always play with thelr mouths,” said Mowgii; | and the silent trailers saw the old man fill and light and puff at a waterpipe, and they | took good note of the smell of the tobacco, | %0 as to be sure of Buldeo in the darkest night, if things fell out that way. Then a little knot of charcoal burners came down the path, and naturally halted to speak | to Buldeo, whose fame as a hunter reached for at least twenty miles round. Then they all sat down and smoked, and Bagheera apd the others came up and watched while Buldeo | began to tell the story of Mowgli, the devil | child, from one end to another with adai- tions. How he himself had really Killed Shere Khan; and how Mowgll had turned | himself into’ a wolf and fought with him all the afternoon, and changed Into a boy again, and bewitched Buldeo’s rifle, so that the builet turned the corner when he pointed it at Mowgli and killed one of Buldeo's own buffaloes; and how the village, knowjng him to be the bravest hunter in Seconee, had sent him out to kill this devil child. But mean- time the village had got hold of Messua and her husband, who were RBndoubtedly the father and mother of this devil child. Messua he knew was a sorceress. Had known it for years, but had not cared to make bad blood in the village by talking about it, and had barricaded them in thelr own hut, and pres- ently would torture them to make them con- fess they were witch and wizard, and then they would be beaten to death. ‘‘When?" said the charcoal burners, because they would | very much like to be present at the cere- mony. Buldeo sald that nothing Uil he returned because the village wished { him to Kill the Jungle boy first. After that | they would dispose of Messua and her hus- | band, and divide their lands and buffaloes among the village, Messua’s husband had some remarkably fine buffaloes, too. It was an excellent thing to clear out wizards, Bul- deo thought, and people who entertained wolf children out of the jungle were clearly the worst kind of witches “But,”” sald the charcoal burners, would 'happen if the English heard of it The English, they had heard, were a per- fectly mad people, who would not let honest farmers kill witches in peace, Why said Bulde), tke head man of the vi lage would report that Messua and her husband had died of snake bite. That was all ar- ranged, and the only thing now was to kill the wolf child. They did not happen to have seen anything of such a creature? The charcoal burners looked round cautiously and thanked their stars they had not, but they had no doubt that 0 brave a man as Buldeo would find him if any one could. The sun was getting rather low, and they had an idea that they would push 'on to Buldeo's village and see that wicked witch, Buldeo said though it was his duty to kil the devil child, he could not let a party of unarmed men go through the jungle, which might produce the wolf demon at any minute, without his es- cort. He therefore would accompany them, and if the sorcerer's child appeared—well, he would show them how the best hunter in Seeonee dealt with such things. The Brah- min, he sald, had given him a charm against he slipped lind “Now would be done ““what —— ‘LEAVE THE MEN ALONE. Rock, he told as many as were left of the Beconee pack that henceforth he would hunt in the jungle alone, and the four chil- dren of Mother and Father Wolf sald that they would hunt with him. But it is not easy to change one’s life all in one minute— particularly in the jungle. The first thing Mowgli did when the disorderly pack had slunk off, was to go to the home cave and tell Mother Wolf and Father Wolf as much as they could understand of his adventures; and when he made the morning sun flicker up and down the blade of his shining knife —the same he had skinned Shere Khan with—they said he had learned something. Then Akela and Grey Brother had to ex- plain their share of the great buffalo drive in the ravine, and Beloo toiled up the hill to hear about it, and Bagheera scratched himselt all over in pure delight at the way in which Mowgli had managed hia war. It" was long afler sunrise, but no one dreamed of going to sleep, and from time to time during the talk other Wolf would throw up her head and sniff a deep sniff of ¥atisfaction as the wind brought her the emell of the tigeriskin on the Council Rock. “But for Akela and Grey Brother hers™ Mowgli said at the end, “I could have done nothing. Ohy mather, mother, it thou hadst scen the black herd bulls pour down the ravine, or hurry through the gates when the man pack flung stones at me!” “I am glad 1 did not see that last,” sald Mother Walf stifly. “It Is not my custom to suffer my cubs to be driven to and fro like jackals. I would have taken a price from the man pack, but I would have spared the woman who gave thee the milk. Yes, 1 would have spared her alone.” ““Peace—peace, Raksha,” £aid Father Wolt lazily. “Our Frog has come back again—so wise that his own father must lick his feet; and what is a cub more or less on the head? Leave the men alone.” Baloo and Bagheera both echoed: *Leave the men alone.” Mowgll, his head on Mother Wolf's side, smiled contentedly, and said that for his own part he never wished to see or hear or emell & man again, ‘But what," said Aleka, cocking one ear, “but what if the men do not leave thee alone, Little Brother?” “We be five,” said Grey Brother, looking round at the company, and snapping his jaws on the last word. “We also might attend to that hunting,” said Bagheera with a little switch-switch of “BUT WHAT,” SAID AKELA. his tail, looking at Baloo, think of men, now, Akela?" “For this reason,” the Lone Wolf an- swered, “When that yellow thiet’s hide was hung up, 1 went back along our trail from the wvillage, stepping in my tracks, turning aside, seratching and lying down to make a mixed trall in case one should follow us. But when 1 had fouled the trail 8o that | myself hardly ew it agaln, Mang, the bat, came hawking tween the trees and hung up above me :-u Mang, ‘The village of the mau-pack ‘x; they cast out the man cub hums like “But why nget.’ & big stone that I threw," chuekled in the jungle winks with that flash except when the clouds race over the sky. Then a plece of mica, or a little pool, or even a highly polished leat will flash like a helio- graph. But that day was cloudless and still. “I knew men would follow,” sald Akela, triumphantly. “‘Not for*nothing have I led the Pack—and now?" The four clubs, headed by Grey Brother, said nothing, but ran down hill on their bellies, melting into the thorn and under- brush as a mold melts into the ear! “Where go ye, without word called. “H'sh! We will roll his sknll here before midday!” Grey Brother answered. “Here! Back and wait? Man does mot eat man!” Mowgll shrieked. “Who was a wolf but now? Who drove the knife at me for thinking he might be a man?" sald Akela, as the four wolves turned back suddenly and dropped to heel. “Am I to give reasons for what I choose to do?"" said Mowgli furiously. “That is a man. There speaks a man,” Bagheera muttered under his whiskers. Even so did men talk round the King's cages at Oodéypore. We of the jungle know that man is wisest of all. If we trusted our ears we should know that of all things he is most foolish,” Then,. raising his voice, he added, “The Man cub is right in this. Men hunt in packs. To kil one unless we know what the others will do is bad hunting. Come let us see what this man means toward us.” “We will not come,” Grey Brother growled. “Hunt alone, Little Brother. We know our own minds. That skull would have been ready to bring by now Mowgli had been looking from one to the other of his friends, his chest heaving and his eyes full of tears. But now he strode forward to the wolves, and, droppping on one knee, said: Do I not know my mind? Look at_me!" They looked uneasily, and when their eyes wandered he called them back again and again, till thelr hair stood up all over their bodies and they trembled in every limb, while Mowgli stared and stared. ow,” sald he, “of us five, leader?" “Thou art leader, Little Brother,” said Grey Brother, and he licked Mowgli's foot “Follow then,” sald Mowgli, and the four followed at his heel8 with their tails between thelr legs ““This "Mowgll which s living with the Man- pack,” said DBagheera, slipping down after them. “There is more in the Jungle now than Jungle Law, Baloo.” The old bear said nothing, but he thought many things. Mowgll cut across noiselessly through the jungle, at right angles to Buldeo's path, till, parting the undergrowth, he saw the old man, his musket on his shoulder, running up the trail of overnight at a dog trot. You will remember that Mowgli had left the village with the heavy welght of Shere Khan's hide on his shouiders' while Akela and Grey Brother trotted behind, so that the trall was very closely marked. Presently Bul- deo came to where Akela, as you know, had gone back and mixed it all up. Then he sat down and coughed and grunted and made little casts round and about into the jungle to pick it up again, and all the time he could have thrown a stone over those who were watching him. No one can be so silent as a wolf when he does not care to be heard, and Mowgli, though the wolves thought he moved very clumeily, could come and go like a shadow. They ringed the old man as a school of porpolses ring a steamer going at full speed, and as they ringed him they talked unconcernedly, for their speech began below the lowest end of the scale that untrained human beings can hear. The other end Is bounded by the high squeak of Mang, the bat, which very many people cannot hear at all. From that note all the bird and bat and insect talk takes on. This s better than any kil said Grey Brother as the old man stopped and peered and puffed. “He looks like a lost pig in the jungles by the river. What does he say?" Buldeo was muttering savagely Mowgli translated. “He says that packs of wolves must have danced round me. He says that he never saw such a trail in his life. He says he is tired." “He will be rested before he picks it up comes of the creature that made everything perfectly safe. “What says he? What says he? What says he?” the wolves repeated every few minutes, and Mowgli translated until he came to the witch part of the story, which was a little bit beyond him, and then he said that the man and woman who had been so kind to him were trapped. “Do men trap men?” said Bagheera. “So he says. I cannot understand the talk. They are all mad together. What have Messua and the mgn to do with me that they should be put in a trap, and what is all this talk about the Red Flower? I m look to this. Whatever they would do with Messua they will not do it till Buldeo returns . . . And 2o —" Mowgli thought hard with his fingers playing round the haft of the skinning knife while Buldeo and the charcoal burners went off very valiantly in single file. “I am going hot-foot back to the Man- pack,” he said at last. “And those?’ said Grey Brother, hungrily afetr the brown backs, burners. “Sing them home,” sald Mowgll, with a grin; “T do rot wish them to be at the vil- lage gate till it s dark. Can you hold them?"* Grey Brother bared his white teeth In con- tempt. ““We can head them round and round in circles like tethered goats—if I know men."" “That T do not need. Sing to them a lit- tle, lest they may be lonely on the road, and, Grey Brother, the song need not be the sweetest. Go with them, Bagheera, and help make that song. When the night is well down meet me by the village. Grey Brother knows the place.” “It is no light hunting to work for man- cub. When shall I sleep?’ said Bagheera, yawning, though his eyes showed he was de- lighted with the amusement. Me to sing to naked men. _But let us see.” He lowered his head so that the sound would travel well, and cried a long, long “‘good hunting”—a midnight call in the after- noon which was quite awful enough to begin with. Mowgli heard it rumble and rise and fall and die off in a creepy sort of whine behind him, and laughed. to himself as he ran through the jungle. He could see the charcoal-burners huddled in & knot with old Buldeo's gun barrel waving like a banana leaf to every point of the compass at once. Then Grey Brother gave the Ya- la-hi, Yalaha! call for the buck-driving when the pack drives the Nilghai, the big Blue Cow before them, and it seemed to come from the very ends of the earth, nearer and nearer and nearer, till it ended in a shriek snapped off short. The other three answered till even Mowgli could have vowed that the full pack was in full cry, and then they all broke into the magnifi- cent morning song in the jungle with every turn and flourish and grace note that a deep-mouthed wolf of the pack knows. This is a rough rendering of the song, and you must imagine what it sounds like when it breaks the afternoon hush of the jungle: One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track And we run home again. In the morning hush, each rock and bush Stands hard and ‘high and raw; Then give the call: “Good rest to ‘all That keep the Jungle Law." Ho! looking charcoal Get to lair, the sux's aflare Behind the breathing grass; And creaking through the young bamboo The warning whispers pass. By day made strange the woods we range With blinking eves we scan; While down the skies the wild luck cries; “The day—the day to man! \ The dew Is dr Or washec And where we drank the puddled bank Is crisping Into clay. The traitor dark gives Of stretched or Then hear the call: That keep the But no translation can give the effect of It, or the yelping scorn the four threw into every word of it as they heard the trees crash when the men hastily climbed up into the branches, and Buldeo began repeating Incantati-ns and charms. Then they lay down and slept, for, like all who live by thelr own exertions, they were <f a methodi- cal cast of mind; and no one can work well without sleep. d that our hide, | Franklin Fora behind aim at the yate of nine an hcur swinging on, delighted to find himself so it after all thoseiormmped months among men. The one ideai im his head was to get Messua and her Husbind out.of the trap whatever it was, foridfe had a natural mis- trust of traps. Later on, he promised him- self, he would begin t@ pay his debts to the village at large. It was twilight when he saw the well-remembered grazing grounds and the dhak tree svhere Grey Brother had waited for him on ithe morning that he Killed Shere Kham Angry as he was at the whole breed dnd' community of man, something jumped up in his thrcat and made him catch lis breath when he looked at the village roofs. He noticed that every one had come in from the flelds unusually early, and that instead of getting to their evening cooking they gathered in a crowd under the village trce and chattered and sheuted. (To be continued.) AN EABASSY. By Anthony Hope. (Copyrighted, 1884, by the Author.) “It's a different thing when a fellow's go- ing to be a peer, don’t you know?’ said (T don’t know why I used to dislike him; he's a capital fellow.) “What have they given it to your governor for?” 1 asked. “Well, he parted a bit,” said Franklin; | ‘“sent 'em a cheque, and told 'em they could ask for more. Then he's always voted dead stralght.” “Then it's fair enough,” I “Well, Lily'll make an uncommon peeress, Franklin, my boy.” “It's not a laughing matter,” said Frank- lin, solemnly. “Oh, isn't it,” sald I. “I love that girl, Van, like—like blazes. But, hang It, don't you know?" “If she is‘fit to be a gentlen she is fit to be a peer's wife, sententiously, “Rot!" said Franklin Ford, brief “But then she isn't fit to be eithe “She's a dashed pretty girl,” said irrelevantly. “Have a cigar? “No, thank you,” sald I. “The prettier a tobacconlst’s daughter s, the worse his cigars are;” and I lit my pipe. “What am 1 to do?” asked Franklin, man- fully taking a cigar. “I should feel a brute if—it T drew back, you know. “Tell her the truth,” I suggested. “Oh, groaned Franklin, “And give her a pony.” “Ah!" said Franklin, brightening a little, ‘A pony in the hand is worth a peer in the —law courts.”” T observed. Franklin thought for a moment. “Couldn’t do it,” he pronounced. *Haven't got the cheek to go and tell her. Besides, if I found myself there—" Franklin winked. “That {s a danger,” T allowed. “You're an impudent young devil,” sald Franklin, in a friendly and, indeed, compli- mentary tone. ‘“Suppose you do it for me?" “Send your scout,” said T satirically. “Don’t be an ass,” remonstrated Franklin “You might just as well. By Jove, Van, I couldn’t face it. She'll—she'll cry, don’t you know.” 1 puffed at my pipe with an obdurate air. “You can always manage women,” said Franklin. 1 looked at him suspiciously; he was quite serious. There always was a sort of solid common sense about him. “Well, it I happen to be passing gan. “Thanks, awfully,” aried Franklin. “Look here, old chap, be gentle with her. Let her down easy, because, hang it, you know, I did pretty well promise—" “Oh, I'll be gentle with her.” “Thanks, awfully. Tell me how Well, old chap, so lo—" I held out my hand. “Your emotion,”” I remarked, “has caused you to forget the pony.” “By Jove! yes,” said Franklin, with wonder- ful readiness ‘I haven't got my cheque book, but—" “It would make: no difference if you had. Cash, please.” Franklin observed on tha suspiciousness of my disposition, and said that he would send the pony. 1t arrived some two hours later, and then I started out to visit Lily. I dealf with Lily’s father, so I needed no excuse for the visit. On the contrary, in fact, a visit from me was expected—on the matter of my little account. It was evening when I arrived at the shop. I was about to enter, when I observed that Lily was in conversation with a cus- tomer. I paused in the doorway, concealed by a large pile of wooden boxes, Which pro- fessed to contain Havana cigars. “How you go on,” remarked Lily. The customer appeared pleased, He chuckled audibly. y when," said he, insinuatingly. No, T sha'n't—there!”” said Lily. You're always a-putting of me off,” complained. “Well, and who may you be?” she asked. It was exactly what I wanted to know myself, for I could see nothing but the back of his head. “I'm the chap what's going to marry you,” said the customer, with a confident nod of his bullet head. “Lord! You know everything,” torted, in obvious satire. “I know a thing or two more than some.” “You don't say.” “Such as the Honorable Franklin Ford, esquire.” (I felt that I ought not to listen any longer, and drew more completely within the shadow of the boxes.) “The Honorable Ford, esquire!” exclaimed Lily. “And what about him, Mr. Clever?” T know what he did the cther day.” And that you don’t,” said Lily. And that T do,” returned the customer. “Well, and what was it?” “The same as I'd like to do “That's not telling anything,” said Lily, in the most innocent voice imaginable. “Nor that neither, I suppose,” said the customer. There was a sudden shuffling, and then a certain unmistakable sound, then came Lily's voice, saying: “And what do you call ‘that way' of go- ing on?" “Prime!” sald the customer, unrepentingly. “Oh, you are—" I heard Lily say; and then followed a giggie and— But I had listened too long; I cleared my throat and stepped into the shop. “La!” cried Lily. “Good evening, Miss Lily,” said T. The cust-mer turned round. He started slightly, then he raised his hat, saying, “Good ‘evening, sir,’ and added, with a breathless absence of punctuation, “Half of shag please, Miss, the dark, same as I had before; never mind the paper, here's a pouch, Miss.” Woman is certainly, superior to man. Lily received the order with perfect composure, placed the 2 pence in the till, and turned to me, smiling. Thes customer touched his hat again and disappeared. “What & power in this world s 2 pence I mused. “Beg pardon, sir?”" said Lily. I never arrive at conclusions placed 2 pence on the counter. “Father'll be glad: to see yours, sir,” the remarked, “Don't ‘'wander frem the point,” said I, severely. *I want just what that young man had for his.” “‘Shag, sir—for you?" “Are we not all brethren?” With a smile Lily welghed the shag and gave It to me. ““There, sir! Is ‘that right?" “So far,” said I. Lily leaned herhands on followed her examples briad. “I have got a little present for you,” said I, and I produced Franklin's bundle of notes. A cry escaped from Lily's lips. “From the Honorable Franklin Ford, quire,” I explained, gravely. Lily's eyes met mine “Oh! From Mr. Ford, sir?" “Precisely, He 1§ leaving Oxford shertly He is very fond of you. In fact, you are a very nice girl, Lily.” “You are very kind, I'm sure, sir.” re you distressed, Lily?" I asked, curl- and 1 handed her the notes. Lily examined them—again and again. I waited in suspense for her answer. It came at last “Mr, Ford's a gentleman, sir,” in a final tone. 1 nodded; I wished to she was not distressed. on the counter again. “Well, you almost deserve it,” sald Lily ““Just as much as Tom Duggan,” sald 1 concluded fine wife, ved, an’s 1 obse said 1. ranklin, 1 be- it goes. he she re- hastily. I Lily smiled. the color of the counter; 1 The counter was not es- she sald, be sure that I rested my hands Meantime Mowgll was putting the miles MAIL ORDERS FILLET. ferior stuff—unless ter— You'll get the “who's your why don’t you get it'll not be shoddy. Clothier”—You Long cut, black and blue and tan kersey Overcoats, with velvet collars, 48 inches long, for... 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I was de- terminsd to be in @ pisition to reassure Franklin, fou won't tell “Mr. Ford?" “Law, sir—I mean Tom “The dence you do,” sald I, and, taking my half-ounce of shag, I left the shop. 1t seems difficult to understand, but, when I returned radiant and told Franklin of the entire success of my missi-n, and of what that fortunate customer had obtained for the sum of 2 pence, he was not pleased. He went at once to the top of his stairs and yelled: “HI, there! where are you? soda—and be quick about it.” I sm-ked placidly. Franklin’s under-scout bustled in with the brandy and soda. “Shall I open it, sir?” he asked. his eye fell on my smiling face. “Open it, of course, Duggan,” said Frank- lin, impatiently. Duggan opened it; then he looked at me again, I nodded reassuringly. He grinned in a bashful way and escapad. “Who the devil was the chap? burst out. “I don’t know,” sald I, sipping the bever- age. Franklin poked the fire fiercely. “She’s going to marry him, 1 suppo sald_he, “Your pony will help,” said T. “Sho must be,” said Franklin, wouldn't_have let him—would she, And he fixed inquiring eyes on me. T took a long drink of brandy and soda. “Will the Torpid bump again tomorrow ?"” I asked. “Damn the Torpid!” sald Franklin Ford. B S0 et REMINISCENT. she whispered. Brandy and Then Franklin “or she Van?” Mary Mapes Dodge, Grandma told me all about it; Told me so 1 couldn’t doubt it, How she danced—my grandma’ Long ago she held her pretty head, How her dainty skirts she spread, How she turned her little toes— Smiling little human rose! Long ago. danced— How Grandma’s hair was bright and sunny, Dimpled cheeks, too—ah, how funny! Really_quite a pretty girl, Long ago. 88 her! wh ghe wears a cap randma. does, 'and takes a nap Every single day; and yet Grandma danced the minuet Long ago. Now she sits there, Always knitting gri (Every girl was tau Long ago); Yet her figure I can almost Bending to he Long ugo. rocking, rocking, pa’s stocking t to knit )i is' 80 neat, her now partner’s bow, Grandma says our modern jumping, Hopping, rushing, whirll bumping, Would have shccked the gentle folk Long ago. No_they moved with stately grace, ything in proper place; ding slowly forward, theén 1y’ courtesying back again, Long ago. Modern ways are quite alarming, andma says; but boys were ¢ I mean of cours Bravely st, grandly shy— What if all of us should try Just to feel like those who mef In their graceful minuet, Long hgo? With the minuet in fashion, Who could fly into a passion? All would wéar the calm they wore Long ago. In time to come, If I perchance Bhould tell my grandchild of our dance, I should really like to say, “We did, dear, in some such way. 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