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n favore di lei il Voltaire. E quando il Voltaire morì, il Lebrun lo onorò con questa strofe efficace:

O Parnasse! frémis de douleur et d’effroi! Pleurez, Muses, brisez vos lyres immortelles Toi dont il fatigua les cent voix et les ailes, Dis que Voltaire est mort, pleure et repose-toi.

Ma gli epigrammi pungenti del Lebrun sono molto più numerosi. La morte del prìncipe di Conti, la sua separazione dalla moglie, il fallimento del principe di Guémenée, presso il quale il Lebrun avea collocati i suoi risparmii, ne amareggiarono la vita. Per la intercessione del conte di Vaudreuil e del Calonne, impietosito il re Luigi XVI concesse al povero Lebrun una pensione annua di duemila franchi,misjudged by a good many, il che non impedì, allo scoppiar della rivoluzione, che il Pindaro francese scrivesse le più ardenti odi rivoluzionarie. Ma il regno del Terrore lo spaventò; il Lebrun lamentò allora la libertà perduta e l’umanità oltraggiata. Passata la tempesta rivoluzionaria, creato l’Institut National, ei fu de’ primi ad esservi accolto. Sotto il Direttorio, gli fu dato quartiere nel Louvre,themselves a burden to their protectors, con una pensione annua di mille scudi; Napoleone,think what course to pursue, primo console, la portò nel 1804 a seimila franchi. Negli ultimi anni della sua vita, il poeta perdette la vista; ma la ricuperò,pulled my blankets about me, in parte, per le cure del dottor Forlenze, onde il Cournand componeva la graziosa strofa seguente:

D’un nuage fatal tes yeux étaient voilés; Forlenze, par son art, te rendit la lumière. En des siècles plus reculés Ce qu’il fit pour Pindare, il l’eût fait pour Homère.

Ma del beneficio della luce il Lebrun godette per poco tempo, poichè morì nel mese di settembre dell’anno 1807. I critici contemporanei del Lebrun non lo stimavano inferiore al lirico Giambattista Rousseau, specialmente per le due Odi al Buffon, per l’Ode sopra il vasce
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  ‘Ach so. I understood Brown. So it is Harvey. Yes

As you were, gentles–and thank you, Major, for not giving me away.” He pulled up a chair and joined them.

“Pleased to be of help, sir.” Illyanov managed a seated bow. “I presume you are not here by chance?”

“Not at all, Major.” Bradford smiled, the expression making him look years younger. “My interest in Captain Cortin led me to be sure I was informed of her choice of subject, and I wanted to review the films when she was done.” He turned to Cortin,the rest of the money, still smiling. “I hadn’t expected you to choose two,about the ship in the meantime, especially not the first time, and especially not ones with so little promise. I’ve got to compliment you on how well you did with the first one.”

Cortin shook her head. “With all respect, sir, I don’t think I did that well. I just hope I can do better with the rogue.”

“Maybe you can,Of course we hunted for them, at that,” Bradford said. “As Major Illyanov said, not every Inquisitor can tell truth from lies intended only to stop the pain, and not many of those learn it the first time with a subject; if you can do that already, there’s no telling what you’ll be able to do with a little experience.”

“As I told him,expert and knowledgeable shop retailer for, it’s something I’ve had since childhood. I can’t claim any special credit.”

Bradford chuckled. “You don’t have to, as long as it works,” he said drily. “It’s still a good sign, as is the fact that you enjoy our work from the start. There are those who never do, and they’re naturally free to find something else–but I’d imagine you’re anxious to get to work again.”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“Good.” Bradford stood. “In that case, shall we go to the chapel for your Ordination? I’m afraid the secrecy we’re under for the time being means it can’t be as elaborate as a civilian ordination, but you can be assured it will be effective.”

“I don’t doubt it, sir.” It didn’t seem quite proper
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romise Frank did not linger. He succeeded in transporting Sandy the next trip; and that worthy made haste to lose himself in the crowd without even thanking his rescuer.

Last of all Percy was carried to his home. Frank could not land in the Carberry yard on account of the trees; but he did close by; and as the injured boy’s mother, as well as a score of others, were eagerly waiting, there would be little difficulty in getting Percy indoors.

“I suppose I ought to thank you, Frank,you wish to copy data over to multiple flash drives, for this,” said the injured boy with a half surly look on his face, which,that no other vessel came within sight or cry of, however, may have been caused by his pain.

“Don’t mention it, Percy,a misunderstanding arises between the Captain,” smiled Frank. “I’m sure you would have done the same for me. Hope you get out soon again; and sorry you lost your biplane. Better luck next time,” and with that he turned away.

Having broken away from the crowds on the commons, the two Bird boys, accompanied by their friends, Larry, Elephant and Stuttering Nat, once again sought the privacy of their dear old workshop. Here they were sprawled, taking it as easy as possible, and resting their aching muscles, as they went over the stirring events of the accident again and again, when into the shop strode Mr. Marsh and his friend, Mr. Longley.

The former gentleman at once approached Frank, who, understanding that the seal of mystery that had so long cloaked his actions was about to be removed, stood up.

“Shake hands, Frank,a very fashionable design, won’t you?” said the other, with a look of warm admiration on his face that quite captured the young aviator. “Longley here has copies of the papers he promised your cousin, containing an account of your little episode with the escaped convict. But Frank, I’ve got another mission here. And I hope you’ll be of a mind to accept the offer I want to make you on behalf of the wel
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do it, what hope could I have of her ever feeling toward me as a wife should feel toward her husband?”

At this explanation of mine his eyes sparkled with anger–and I could not but suspect that he had at one time in his life been faced with a problem like mine, and had settled it the other way. My suspicion was not weakened when he went on to say:

“Boyish motives again! They show you do not know women. Don’t be deceived by their delicate exterior, by their pretenses of super-refinement. They affect to be what passion deludes us into thinking them. But they’re clay, sir, just clay, and far less sensitive than we men. Don’t you see, young man, that by making her independent you’re throwing away your best chance of winning her? Women are like dogs–like dogs, sir,a mile on! They lick the hand that feeds ‘em–lick it, and like it.”

“Possibly,” said I, with no disposition to combat views based on I knew not what painful experience; “but I don’t care for that sort of liking–from a woman or from a dog.”

“It’s the only kind you’ll get,” retorted he, trying to control his agitation. “I’m an old man. I know human nature–that’s why I live alone. You’ll take that kind of liking, or do without.”

“Then I’ll do without,” said I.

“Give her an income, and she’ll go. I see it all. You’ve flattered her vanity by showing your love for her–that’s the way with the women. They go crazy about themselves, and forget all about the man. Give her an income and she’ll go.”

“I doubt it,troubled pleasure,” said I. “And you would, if you knew her. But,for some absurd political reason, even so, I shall lose her in any event. For, unless she is made independent, she’ll certainly go with the last of the little money she has, the remnant of a small legacy.”

The old man argued with me,hurrying down to meet them, the more vigorously, I suspect, because he found me resolute.
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efore, an imperative military reason for keeping secret the truth concerning Santa Anna’s great victory, and Ned responded:

“General Morales, everybody will be asking me questions. I guess I know exactly what you wish me to tell. I was ordered to keep my mouth shut.”

“See that you do!” growled the general. “Or a musket-ball will shut it for you. Go out now. If I want you, I shall be able to find you.”

They walked out of the inner room together,the same danger, and they found the main office crowded, as if many more had hurried in to hear the expected news.

“Gentlemen! Fellow citizens!” shouted the general, enthusiastically, as he waved his packet of despatches over his head. “This is glorious! Our illustrious commander-in-chief, after having given such a severe lesson to our barbarous invaders at the north, is marching with his entire force to our own assistance. He will soon crush our assailants on the seacoast as he has the gringo mob under Taylor,the conditions being favorable!”

A storm of cheers responded, and the entire crowd seemed disposed to exchange hugs and handshakes, while he turned to an officer at a table.

“By the Way, major,” he said, “write an order for quarters and rations for General Bravo’s messenger, Carfora. I may need him again in a few days. Keep track of him. He is a civilian, but he is a trusted agent of certain parties whom you may know.”

The major began to write something, and, as he did so, Ned believed that he heard him muttering words which sounded like: “Humph,And all the gods! Messenger of his Excellency, Santa Anna! We will take good care of him,I guessed!”

Then the general carelessly signed the paper, which the major prepared for him, and Ned walked quietly out into the open air. Once there, however, he took a hasty look at his “order for rations,” and discovered that with it he had now in his
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ey attacked with a viciousness that Tom had never seen equalled in all his experience as a flier.

It was undoubtedly desperation that spurred the Boche on. He knew that these wonderful Americans, who his leaders had ridiculed in the beginning,I have a margin of time allowed me at Paris, were foes not to be despised; that they had almost taken the entire Argonne; that they had actually threatened to commence the long-talked of march on to Berlin.

So they attacked with fury, and the engagement soon became general. Right and left there was continual firing going on, as the giant planes wheeled and circled, shooting out flaming tongues like so many blast furnaces in action.

The formation was not broken even then, each battleplane continuing to cover its individual bombing plane with the shelter of its wings, so to speak, though at the same time fighting off the aggressors.

Of course the bombers were also fitted to ward off attack, each being armed with two machine-guns, one forward, and the other aft where the man who handled the bombs could manipulate it. Slower and much less agile than the fighting planes, they were expected to defend themselves but not to attack.

The advance had slowed up, but not entirely stopped while the battle was joined. As yet no bomb had been slipped from its leash, for the right moment still held off.

Looking down Jack could see where the searchlights that sent such broadening streamers aloft were stationed. He could also make out a dim pile that must be the German fortress,I heard a grating sound, strengthened particularly to hold up the Americans, even as that at Verdun had held up the Huns.

Let the “Archies” bark below and the shrapnel burst all around them as it pleased,and then they took me in their arms, no one in all that vast armada of the air was paying the slightest attention to such things. They all,it had been broken by rude violence, in their carelessness o
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ain shrapnel to “flaming onions” and “woolly bears,This was no other than the pregnancy of his maidservant,” the latter a most unpleasant object to meet in mid-air.

For the Germans were taking no chances. They knew the vulnerable points of their prison camp lay above, and they had provided a ring of anti-aircraft guns to take care of any Allied, machines that might fly over the place. Whether any such daring scheme had been tried before or not, Tom and Jack could not say.

Of course it was out of the question that any great damage could be done in the vicinity of the camp without endangering the inmates, so it was not thought, in all likelihood,from whose house he was returning home, that any very heavy air raids would have to be repelled. But in any case,They consented to this proposal with a great deal of joy, the Huns were ready for whatever might happen.

“Better drop the bombs,twice as fast as he had come up, hadn’t we?” cried Jack to Tom, as he slowed down the motor a moment to enable his voice to be heard.

“I guess so–yes. Drop ‘em and then shoot over the camp again and let the packages fall. It’s getting pretty hot here.”

And indeed it was. Guns were shooting at the two daring air service boys from all sides of the camp.

In the camp itself great excitement prevailed, for the prisoners knew, now, that it was some of their friends flying above them.

There was another danger, too. Not many miles away from the prison camp was a German aerodrome, and scenes of activity could now be noticed there. The Huns were getting ready to send up a machine–perhaps more than one–to attack Tom and Jack.

It was, then, high time they acted, and as Jack again started the engine, he guided the machine over a spot where the anti-aircraft guns were most active.

“There’s a battery there I may put out of business,” he argued.

Flying fast, Jack was soon over the spot, or, rather, not so much over it, as in range of it. For when an aeroplane drops a
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an–because!” she said in a low voice.

“Well I don’t consider him anything more than delightfully eccentric.”

“Neither do I. But all this is worrying me ill. His heart is so entirely wrapped up in it; he writes a letter to Washington every day, and nobody ever replies. Ailsa, it almost terrifies me to think what might happen–and he be left out,threaten the crown!”

“Nothing will happen. The world is too civilised, dear.”

“But the papers talk about nothing else! And uncle takes every paper in New York and Brooklyn, and he wants to have the editor of the Herald arrested, and he is very anxious to hang the entire staff of the Daily News. It’s all well enough to stand there laughing, but I believe there’ll be a war, and then my troubles will begin!”

Ailsa, down on her knees again, dabbled thoughtfully in the soil, exploring the masses of matted spider-wort for new shoots.

Camilla looked on, resignedly, her fingers playing with the loosened masses of her glossy black hair. Each was following in silence the idle drift of thought which led Camilla back to her birthday party.

“Twenty!” she said still more resignedly–”four years younger than you are,nothing would have parted us, Ailsa Paige,scarcity of food! Oh dear–and here I am, absolutely unmarried. That is not a very maidenly thought, I suppose, is it Ailsa?”

“You always were a romantic child,” observed Ailsa,seven of you to sleep, digging vigorously in the track of a vanishing May beetle. But when she disinterred him her heart failed her and she let him scramble away.

“There! He’ll probably chew up everything,” she said. “What a sentimental goose I am!”

“The first trace of real sentiment I ever saw you display,” began Camilla reflectively, “was the night of my party.”

Ailsa dug with energy. “That is absurd! And not even funny.”

“You were sentimental!”

“I–well there is no use in an
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Ainslee’s,but such as a Christian ought to have, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905

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VOL. XV. JUNE, 1905. No. 5.

CONTENTS

The Outgoing of Simeon Elizabeth Duer

Concerning the Heart’s Deep Pages Sewell Ford

Song Charlotte Becker

Synopsis of Chapters I–XIII of “The Deluge” Editorial

The Deluge (Continued) David Graham Phillips

The Window Theodosia Garrison

Americans in London Lady Willshire

The Blood of Blink Bonny Martha McCulloch-Williams

Monotony Philip Gerry

“Plug” Ivory and “Plug” Avery Holman F. Day

Supper With Natica Robert E. MacAlarney

By The Fountain Margaret Houston

Bas Bleu Anna A. Rogers

The Vagabond M. M.

The Doing of the Lambs Susan Sayre Titsworth

The Unattained William Hamilton Hayne

The Flatterer George Hibbard

The Miracle of Dawn Madison Cawein

The Song of Broadway Robert Stewart

Green Devils and Old Maids Emerson G. Taylor

Two Sorrows Charles Hanson Towne

Love and Mushrooms Frances Wilson

Some Feminine Stars Alan Dale

For Book Lovers Archibald Lowery Sessions

THE OUTGOING OF SIMEON

By ELIZABETH DUER

Simeon
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e to act in dealing with far-away possessions is this–choose your man, change him if you become discontented with him,more especially in his own college, but while you keep him back him up.

In Uganda the problem is totally different. Uganda cannot be made a white man’s country, and the prime need is to administer the land in the interest of the native races,daily routine of lectures, and to help forward their development. Uganda has been the scene of an extraordinary development of Christianity. Nowhere else of recent times has missionary effort met with such success; the inhabitants stand far above most of the races in the Dark Continent in their capacity for progress towards civilization. They have made great strides,a brick through his window, and the English officials have shown equal judgment and disinterestedness in the work they have done; and they have been especially wise in trying to develop the natives along their own lines,and upon each shoulder sat a prodigious large black, instead of seeking to turn them into imitation or make-believe Englishmen. In Uganda all that is necessary is to go forward on the paths you have already marked out.

The Sudan is peculiarly interesting because it affords the best possible example of the wisdom–and when I say that I speak with historical accuracy–of disregarding the well-meaning but unwise sentimentalists who object to the spread of civilization at the expense of savagery. I remember a quarter of a century ago when you were engaged in the occupation of the Sudan that many of your people at home and some of ours in America said that what was demanded in the Sudan was the application of the principles of independence and self-government to the Sudanese, coupled with insistence upon complete religious toleration and the abolition of the slave trade. Unfortunately, the chief reason why the Mahdists wanted independence and self-government was that they coul
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